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I was awaken by the obnoxious ringing of the telephone shortly after ten o’clock.

"Good Morning sweet pussy," came Vic’s voice. "Rise and shine."

"Hi Vic," I mumbled.

"Is Mary there?" he asked.

"No... Maybe, I don’t know," I answered looking around the room. "If she is she’s downstairs or in the guest room."

"She ain’t home," he said. "See if you can find her. Tell the bitch she has a couple customers coming over at noon. Tell that ho to get cleaned up and show the men a good time. You can help her if you want to. Just have that cunt ready by noon." He hung up.

Customers? What did that mean? I managed to get awake and go searching for Mary. I found her downstairs in the den. She was curled up on the couch, naked as a baby.

"Hey Mary," I said shaking her. After a few minutes of that I got her awake. "I got a call from Vic," I told her when she seemed awake enough to understand. "He said you have a couple of customers coming at noon. What doest that mean?"

She ducked her head, "It means I’m a whore," she said softly. "I’m a prostitute for Vic."

"I don’t understand," I said sitting beside her. "You don’t mean…"

"Yes I do mean," she said her voice stronger, "I borrowed some money from Vic and now I have to pay it back by being his whore. What time did you say it was?"

"It’s ten-thirty," I said glancing at the clock on the mantle. "Mary you don’t have to do this. I have a little cash. I’ll give you the money and you can pay Vic back."

She shook her head, "No I told him I would work it out. Besides he doesn’t want cash. What time did he say my customer would be here?"

"He said customers," I corrected. "Apparently you are going to entertain two men. He told me to have you ready at noon."

"Oh shit," she muttered. "I’ll see you later, Lori." She started for the front door.

"Uh, Mary," I called, "What about the neighbors? You’re naked, sweetie."

She looked down at herself and seemed surprised to discover she had no clothes on. She looked around and not seeing anything to wear, grabbed the throw from the back of the couch.

"I’ll bring this back in a little while," she said throwing it around her.

After Mary left, I started the coffee and went to shower. Mary was back in less than an hour. She had put makeup on and was wearing a short little white dress that came to mid thigh with a pair of white high heels.

"I’m not sure if this is okay," she said. "Not at all sure what a hooker is supposed to wear. I don’t even know what I am. Am I a whore, streetwalker, hooker or what?"

"You are just a suburban lady making a few extra bucks," I said hugging her. "Call girl sounds better, I think. I’m serious, Mary. You don’t have to do this."

"Yes I do," she said. "I’d hate to think what Vic would do if I backed out now. Hey," she said brightly, "I’m fine with it. Quit worrying about me. There is just one little thing," she looked at the floor. "I am a little nervous about meeting these guys. I wonder if you’d come over and just…I don’t know. Just be there I guess."

"Of course I will," I said hugging her again. "Us sluts have to stand together. Well, at least lay together. Besides I kind of want to see how you whores work."

She laughed at that. "Yeah, me too," she said. "I just wish my ex could be there to see it. Lousy bastard always wanted a whore for a wife. Did you know that one time he set me up with his buddy from work. He got pissed because I wouldn’t fuck the fat prick."

I hadn’t know that James, her ex husband was a swinger. I knew that he came on to me a couple of times, but I had no idea.

I made us some lunch and a few minutes before noon we went to her house to wait on the arrival of her johns, if that’s the correct term. As it turned out one of the men was named John. The other one was a Japanese man.

I have always pictured in my mind that Japanese men were small by Caucasian standards. This guy was not small by any standard. Yosi was his name or at least that’s what we called him. He smiled a lot and did a lot of head bobbing. He seemed nice. That was a mistaken impression.

When I explained to John and Yosi that I was just an observer they had a lot of problems with that. I finally made them understand I was something like a madam.

We were sitting in Mary’s living room. John and Yosi sat on the sofa and Mary took a seat on a straight chair. I stood in the door way.

"Please," Yosi said with a wave of his hand, looking at Mary. Mary looked confused.

"I think he wants you to take off your dress," I said. Yosi grinned and bobbed his head so I assumed I had correctly interrupted his gestures. Mary looked startled for a moment then shrugged. She stood up and slowly took off her dress. She was wearing a set of off white lingerie that left little to the imagination. She took a slow stroll in front of the two men who watched her every move. Mary stopped and retraced her steps coming to a stop in front of them.

"Who’s first?" Mary said with just the trace of apprehension in her voice.

"Vic said we could do you together," John said.

Mary nodded, "If that’s what you want." She took off the bra and tossed it to a chair. "Why don’t you both get undressed."

John and Yosi stripped in what I would imagine was record time. John had a normal size dick, but Yosi was hung like a bear. He had a massive gut but even it couldn’t hide his cock.

Mary went to her knees in front of the standing men and took John in her mouth and stroked Yosi with her hand. It was hard to believe, but the damned thing got even bigger as she stroked him. Mary swapped off a few times but I could tell she had trouble with Yosi’s big cock. Yosi grinned as he watched Mary attempt to get his huge cock in her mouth. I was surprised and impressed that she managed to get a lot of his dick in her mouth. I’m not sure I would have even tried.

After a while John moved a ottoman over with his foot. "Lay down on that," he instructed. "Yosi likes to eat pussy."

Apparently Yosi took the term "eating pussy" literally. He used his teeth and bit her clit. It must have hurt because Mary sat nearly straight up until Yosi pushed her back down. Even from where I stood, I could see him pulling hard at her with his teeth. Mary was moaning and groaning as he ate her. I could see, also, that his efforts were working on her. At some point, her pain changed to pleasure. While the big man used his teeth on her pussy he rammed a finger into her butt, and sawed it in and out.

John was content to watch for a while then he got back into the act.

"Suck my cock, whore," he snarled shoving his smaller cock into her mouth. While Mary suck him, Yosi changed tactics. He now had two fat stubby fingers in Mary’s pussy. He worked them in and out of her several times before added a third finger. Mary was spread wide now. Yosi was working his fingers in and out so fast his hand was almost a blur. I didn’t see him add the fourth finger, but Mary apparently felt it. She stopped sucking John and lay still just holding onto John’s cock.

John reached down and got a nipple in both hands and pulled hard on them. He nearly lifted her up off the ottoman. I didn’t see when Yosi got his thumb tucked in, but I saw Mary jerk upright when he rammed his whole hand into her. She shrieked and begun to shake as if she had a fever.

"You’ll be glad he opened that snatch up when he sticks his cock in you," John said laughing. Yosi had his hand completely in her up to his wrist. He was rolling his hand around. Mary was tossing her head around and yelling something incoherent.

"Look," Yosi said. He stilled his hand and Mary got still also. I didn’t know what to expect. Suddenly Mary, her neck corded, sat up and screeched.

"He’s making a fist," john said. "He likes to do that. Watch this."

Yosi, still grinning, begun to move his arm back and forth. Slowly at first then faster and faster. Mary had a wild, wanton stare as Yosi fisted her. She screamed and began to jerk. John put his knees on her shoulders to keep her in place. I didn’t know if I should try to break it up or not. It was difficult to tell, but Mary didn’t appear to be in any great pain so I stayed still. Not exactly still because my hands had gone to by breasts. I had to do something because my nipples felt like they were going to explode.

The rest of the session with John and Yosi was almost an anti-climax. Just your everyday fucking and sucking. First John who took her first vaginally then anally. When Yosi got his turn he just rammed his cock into Mary and started fucking. I suppose it was a good thing he had loosened her up with his fist. He pumped her for about fifteen minutes and shot off.

As they left they dropped four hundred dollars on Mary’s lifeless body. "Tip," John said. "Tell her we’ll be back," he said with a sneer. "She’s a pretty good fuck. How much do you charge?"

I told him double what Mary got. While it was erotic watching Mary get fisted, I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to have happen to me.

I got Mary up and to the shower. Poor thing didn’t have enough strength to stand so I stripped and got in the shower with her. I let the warm water run on us for a while and changed it to cold water. That seemed to bring her around.

"Oh my God," she said. "That was…was…wild. Nobody ever did that to me before."

"Did you like it?" I asked. "You seemed to like it."

"I don’t know," Mary said with a weak laugh, "Maybe I’ll know when my pussy stops throbbing."

"Poor baby," I said. Without thinking, I soaped my hand and began to wash her pussy. I think I expected it to be loose and gapping open, but it wasn’t. From what I could tell it was nearly back to it’s original shape. We women are absolutely amazing, aren’t we?

I knelt down and washed her womanly parts carefully. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, I thought. After a few moments I felt her hand on the back of my head. She pulled me toward her pussy. Well hell, it wasn’t like it was the first time I had done that for a woman. I licked and flicked her clit until she came again.

"Thank you Lori," she gasped. "I own you one."

"Damned right you do," I said. "I’m hotter than a two dollar pistol right now."

"Do you want me to do you?" Mary asked.

"No...well maybe," I said. "What I really want is a hard cock."

"A hard black cock?" Mary teased.

"Yes, but almost any hard cock would do right now. I…" My confession was interrupted by a man’s voice.

"Hey, where are you?" It was Vic calling from the front room.

"Well there seems to be a hard black cock calling you," Mary said.

"In the shower in the back bedroom," I called back. "Ask and ye shall receive." I said to Mary who laughed.

I got out of the shower and went into the bedroom. Vic was standing in the door with another man with him. I looked around for my clothes.

"Hey, here my little ho," Vic said gathering me up in his arms. "all wet and squeaky clean. Lori this is spook." I managed an embarrassed smile and said hello. "Spook came by to fuck Mary, but you’ll do." He carried me to the bed and dropped my on it. "Come on Spook," Vic said. "This is the best pussy in the state. You lucked out, buddy."

Spook wasted no time getting undressed. His cock wasn’t as large as Vic’s or Hawks, but right at that moment I wasn’t at all choosy. Spook leaned down and planed a wet sloppy kiss on my lips and toyed with my hot pussy as he did. Apparently Spook was a believer in foreplay. Which was nice, but not at all needed right at that moment. Not that I discouraged him. Too many men don’t even know what it is. I waited patiently for him to get to the meat of the deal, so to speak.

I heard Mary come out of the shower and talk to Vic who stood back watching Spook work my body.

"Did your customers leave happy?’ he asked Mary.

"I guess," she replied, "I didn’t see them go. Lori told me that they said they’d be back so I guess they were happy."

"Were you happy?" Vic asked her.

"Yes, I’m happy." Mary said. "sore but happy." I took Spooks dick out of my mouth and told her that they had left a four hundred dollar tip "Change that to sore, but very happy." Mary said with a laugh. "Never got fisted before."

"Oh yeah," Vic said, "I should have told you that that Jap likes to use his fist, but you probably would have been afraid. How would you like to have my fist up your cunt?"

"I don’t think it would fit," Mary said. "In fact your fist is bigger then my waist." I heard her give a big sigh, "So it’s official. I’m a whore."

"Don’t beat yourself up," Vic said with a laugh. "You all are whores. One way or another you use your pussy for things. Money, a car, a house. Something. Look at Lori over there sucking on Spooks cock. She’s a ho, she just don’t take money for it. She’s a ho for cock."

I didn’t agree with his assessment, but for the life of me I couldn’t think of a good argument against his point of view. Maybe he was right, but it’s hard to think when some dude is licking your pussy and you have his dick in your mouth.

"Come on Spook," I said, "Fuck me." Spook complied and started fucking me. He was good if not great. He did me for ten minutes and came with a grunt. I managed to come a couple of times but for some reason I wasn’t completely satisfied. I wanted more cock. Maybe Vic was right. Maybe I am a whore for cock.

Spook got dressed and left, telling Vic he would be in the car.

"Did that do it for you?" Mary asked coming over to the bed where I lay.

I shook my head, "Not completely," I answered. "Vic, come here, honey."

"Ain’t got the time right now, sugar tits," he said. "Got to see a man. You be ready about seven. We going out."

"Me too?" Mary asked.

"Sorry, but you workin’ tonight. You got a six o’clock and a ten o’clock. Ten o’clock is an all-nighter. Two brothers wantin’ some white gash. You better rest up for them. They like to double fuck the gals. See you later." Vic said with a casual wave of his hand.

"Now isn’t that just the way it is," Mary said flopping down on the bed beside me. "You get to go party and I have to work."

"Some job," I said laughing.


It was five minutes after seven when Rat picked me up. I was a little bit surprised that it was Vic’s skinny henchman, but I suppose I shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t like it was a date-date in the conventional manner. Nothing about my relationship with Vic was conventional. Nothing about my life, of late, was conventional. Something had happened to me, to my thought processes, to my attitude, and to my whole way of life.

I can not imagine a few week ago I would have been so blasé about my neighbor and friend becoming a prostitute. Or that I would have watched to see what her six o’clock customer would look like. (He was a short heavyset white man if that makes any difference.)

I can not imagine that a few week earlier I would have been waiting excitedly for a black man to pick me up, and anticipating a night of sexual debauchery. No way could I have considered the sexual situations I had already been involved in. I wondered how I would have acted back there in Cleveland if I had know what that meeting with Jason Brown would evolve into.

One of the enormous changes in me, was the simple fact that I was in a constant state of arousal. Anything and everything caused me to have sexual thoughts. It was as if that first meeting with Jason had unleashed some buried switch to my libido. If that is the case, Vic and Hawk knew exactly where that switch was and had their fingers on it.

Rat acted shy with me at first. He is too dark to see a blush but I’m sure he was. We were ten minutes into the drive when he finally spoke.

"I’ve been thinkin’ a lot ‘bout you," he said, not looking at me. I smiled at him not answering. "I like what I…we… you know last night. Never had no grown woman before."

"I’m glad I was the first," I said, reaching over and giving his skinny arm a friendly squeeze.

He nodded and didn’t say anything for several blocks. "I’m clean," he blurted. "I mean I ain’t got no diseases or nothing. Vic makes us go to a doctor every week. They check us for VD and stuff." I can’t say that the thought of STD’s hadn’t crossed my mind. I felt relived because I hadn’t seen a single condom on any of the men. "I don’t like it when they get my blood," Rat continued. "Vic say’s if we gonna fuck his whores we got to get checked."

"I appreciate that," I said to Rat. "Nobody wants to get sick and some of that stuff can kill you."

He nodded, "Yeah, I told you that so that maybe…you know, sometime…Maybe just you and me could…" his voice faded to nothing.

"Sure we can," I told him. "Whenever we get the time. Just you and me."

He grinned great big and turned into the parking lot of the club on two wheels and screeched to a stop. I reached for the door when he stopped me.

"There’s this dude," Rat said swallowing hard, and obliviously ill at ease. "They call him Ray the Rhino. You watch him. He a bad dude."

"Okay, Rat," I said. "Why should I have to watch him? I mean what’s the deal?"

"I shouldn’t have said anything," he said looking around the nearly empty lot. "I just wanted you to know about him. They say he’s rough with the ladies. I heard him and Vic talkin’ and you’re gonna meet him tonight. You just be careful, that’s all."

"Thanks Rat," I said. "Where am I going here. Am I meeting Vic?"

"Yeah, he’s inside. Better go on in," Rat said. "Don’t say anything ‘bout Rhino."

"I won’t," I told him. "just another of our secrets, huh?"

I waited just inside the door until my eyes adjusted to the semi gloom of the club. I remember that the main room appeared large but now that it was empty it appeared even bigger.

"Back here sweetheart," I heard Vic’s voice call. I finally located him toward the far wall near the empty bandstand. I made my way across the hardwood dance floor. Vic was at a table whit two other black men.

"Hey, how ya doin’?" I recognized the man as the one they called Toot from "my" party the night before.

"Good, Toot," I answered. He seemed pleased that I recalled his name.

"Here you go, sweet tits," Vic said. He handed me some clothes. "Go back there and put this on."

I held up the two small scraps of cloth. "Ah, Vic," I said, "I don’t think these are big enough."

"Sure they are," Vic said, "Go put it on and come back and let me judge if it’s too small." He motioned with his head and I went in that direction with a lot of misgivings. I found a ladies room and put the outfit on. The bottom was a skirt that didn’t even cover the cheeks of my butt. The top was just a flap that barely covered my boobs. It was tight at the top and open at the bottom. Almost any movement, and the world would know all of my secrets. I went back out to where Vic and the other guys were.

"Now that’s just right," Vic said. Toot and the other guy agreed.

"You got to be kidding me," I said. "I can’t wear this."

"Sure you can," Vic said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Sit down there and let’s see."

"You’ll see all right," I said. "This skirt was not made for sitting." I sat down across from Vic. "See."

"I see all right," Vic said with a laugh. "Toot can you see her cunt?"

Toot craned his neck, "Yeah, I can. Fine lookin’ pussy, too."

"Can you see her cunt, Skeeter?" he asked the other man who stepped away and looked down.

"Yes sir I sure can and Toot is right on the money. That is a fine example of white pussy." The man drawled. "How come I ain’t had none of that pussy? You had some, Toot?"

"Sure have," Toot said. "Damned fine pussy, too. She had a bang with the brothers last night."

"Fuck me," Skeeter said, "I missed out on a bang with the brothers? Shit."

"Well I guess that settles that," Vic said. "You wear that tonight. Come over here and stand beside me, Lori." I went where he indicated. He reached his massive hand up under the flimsy top and cupped my breast. "Yeah, this is right handy. Nothing to unzip, unsnap, or unbutton. I like it. Go over there and let Skeeter get a feel."

I went and stood between Toot and Skeeter, While Skeeter felt my tits, Toot ran his hand under the obscenely short skirt. With his fingers he spread my labia and then grasped my clitoris. I changed my stance, widening my legs.

Toot looked up at me and grinned, "damn woman, are you always ready?"

"Ready or ready to get ready," I answered. I put my hands on each of their shoulders to steady myself. My knees were getting weak.

"Well look comin’ here," Vic said. Toot and Skeeter's hands went still and then left me all together. I looked in the direction they were looking and a tall white man was crossing the dance floor. Well, well if it ain’t my old buddy Lew," Vic said.

"Howdy, Vic," the man said in a surprisingly soft voice for such a large man. "How was the joint?"

"About like you might expect," Vic said, "Have a seat. Want a drink?"

"No thanks," the man said taking a seat beside Vic. "How are things going?" he asked Vic while looking directly at me. "Hi," he said to me.

"Couldn’t be better," Vic said. "Lori say hello to detective Lew Decker. You still with the pussy posse, Lew?"

"Lori what?" the man said peering close at me. "Yeah I’m still vice. I’ll bust the occasional killer but mostly I’m with vice."

"Beck," Vic said smiling, "Lori Beck. Lori is my number one ho. Had her a week or so. She ain’t chargin’ for it …yet," he added. "Lew here is the cop that arrested me a while back. Charged me with murder one and like to cried when they knocked it down to manslaughter. That right Lew?"

"’Bout right," Lew acknowledged with a smile. "I really thought I had your black ass that time."

"Lew and me go way on back," Vic said to me. I noticed that both Toot and Skeeter had disappeared. "Way on back. Ain’t that right Lew?"

"Oh yeah we got a history all right," the cop said. "Vic raped my wife. I almost got him that time. Course I wasn’t trying to arrest his ass then. I was trying to kill the son of a bitch. How close did I come, Vic."

"Inch, maybe less," Vic said with a laugh. "I did not rape her, Lew. If you’re going to tell it, tell it right. I fucked her a couple times and she got to likin’ black cock."

"Whatever," Lew said indifferently, "If I’d been a better shot, it wouldn’t have made any difference."

"Whatever happened to that bitch anyway?" Vic said.

"Left me and went to work for you peddling her ass," Lew Decker said, "Last I heard she was working in Baltimore or Boston someplace. Still selling her ass as far as I know. Why are you asking me. You saw her last."

"Yeah that’s right," Vic said with a laugh. "What was her name? Betty, Sally? Oh yeah, Sarah. Lousy fuck, too. I loaned her to Howie Smith in Boston. Howie fell in love with the merchandise and married the bitch." He laughed and surprisingly so did the detective. "She was a rotten fuck, wasn’t she Lew?"

"Yeah," Lew answered. "Not worth the effort most of the time. So how did your business do while you were away, Vic?"

"Not all that bad," Vic said, "Hawk looked after things. Now you take Lori here. Damned good fuck. Got a lot of enthusiasm for it. Just keeps on coming. Can’t get too much hard cock, and she’s got a nice tight pussy."

I don’t know why, but it embarrassed the hell out of me for Vic to talk like that in front of the cop. Maybe it was because he was a white man, but I don’t really know. Maybe it was because he was a cop. I just know I wanted to find a hole and crawl in it.

"Yeah," Lew Decker said with a grin at me. "That’s the good thing about pussy. You can’t wear it out and like the Worlds fair, it just gets bigger and better each year. Heard something a couple days ago, Vic. Word on the street is you have a live sex show here and you got underage girls. Care to comment on that?"

"Naw, that ain’t so, Lew," Vic said. "Ain’t nobody workin here under eighteen. Mighty careful about that. Don’t sell drinks unless they twenty-one and can prove it. You got the wrong word, Lew."

"Not like I hear it, Vic," the cop said. "I noticed you didn’t deny that you have live sex shows here."

"This is basically an after hours joint," Vic said. "After the doors are locked and the customers are gone, who can say what might happen. In fact Lori here just might find that she is the center attraction in a show tonight. Never know. Who told you we were working kids?"

"I got it from a couple sources, Vic," Decker said. "I couldn’t swear to their reliability though."

"I guess not," Vic said with a grin. "Not everybody in town is happy that I’m out. Wouldn’t surprise me if some of them might put a lie on you."

"That’s what I was thinking," Lew said. " Wouldn’t surprise me if somebody got it in their head to set you up. You know what I mean? Like some little white girl named Elizabeth Meadows. Might even be called Liz. Claims to be eighteen, but is really only sixteen."

He got to his feet. "Well, I didn’t think there was anything to it, but I figured I’d better check it out. I got to go get some rest. I’m scheduled to work later tonight. Got a big raid coming up." He took a couple steps and turned back. "Might me a good night to get somewhere private with a sex show." He was looking at me. "if there was going to be one, that is. Like somewhere else. See you later."

When the cop was halfway across the dance floor, Vic got to his feet and hurried after him. I watched them talk, but I couldn’t hear the conversation. Severla time they both looked back at me. Vic did most of the talking and Lew Decked spent most of the time shaking his head.

"Strangest man I ever ran across," Vic grumbled when he came back.

"Did he just warn you that there was going to be a raid on this place?’ I asked.

Vic nodded, "Yeah, in a round about way he did. Crazy bastard. I offered to pay him for the information and he just laughed and said no way." Vic looked at me, "He a lot like you. Giving things away that has a value. You both are sitting on a gold mine." He shook his head, "I think ol’ Lew is interested in you." Vic looked hard at me, "I may have to keep a close eye on you."

"You think he’s telling the truth about Liz?" I asked.

Vic nodded his big head slowly, "I think so. I wondered about her. That’s the trouble with young stuff. A fifteen year old girl looks twenty, says she’s eighteen and got ID, what can you do? Hard-on don’t have no sense anyway. I’m going to have Rat take you home. We’ll be along later. Why don’t you give Rat some pussy while you wait? I think the boy done fell in love with you."

I waited while he made a couple calls on his cell phone. When he was through with the phoning I said, "Did you really take his wife away from him?"

Vic laughed, "Yeah, that’s the truth. Sarah got into gambling and got in debt. I loaned her some money and she paid me back by whorin’ for me. The thing is, when she made enough to pay off the debt she didn’t want to quit being a ho. Bitch liked the money too much. Ol’ Lew took exception to the whole thing.

One day, Lew followed her and busted in and hauled a customer off of her. Pulled the bastard right out of the saddle and beat the hell out of the john and smacked her around some when she didn’t want to leave. Later he took a couple shots at me. Missed, so no harm done. I stayed out of sight for a few days and he cooled off. He finally realized that I had done him a big favor.

Sarah’s trouble was, she really didn’t like sex with men. She found she liked the ladies more. Right now she’s got Howie’s stable eating her cunt when they should be out working. Life’s crazy sometimes, ain’t it?" I certainly agreed that it was, indeed, crazy.

Toot and Skeeter came back from wherever they had gone. When Vic got through with his call, Toot said, "That Cop’s nothing but trouble, boss."

"Naw, he’s all right," Vic said. "Get hold of Hawk, Toot, and tell him we got to move the show to Lori’s house. He’ll have to cut the guest list in half. I need to make a couple more calls. That Rat’s done gone all the way across town so it’s going to take him a while to get here."

"Hey boss," Skeeter said, "If you ain’t got nothin’ for me to do, why don’t I take this little white woman for a ride on a bed?"

"Sure, Skeeter," Vic said amicably, "Why not? You missed out last night didn’t you? Sure take her on upstairs and fuck the shit out of her. You’re ready ain’t you Lori?"

I was, but dammit they could consult me about it. I didn’t think it was unreasonable to ask to be asked. I was still formulating my response as Skeeter nearly dragged me up the stairs.

"Lori," Skeeter said when he closed the door to the bedroom. "I want to ask you for a favor. I ain’t ever seen a white woman jack-off. You know what I mean. Get yourself off."

"Sure, Skeeter," I said laughing. "I think you want me to masturbate for you." This would be a first for both of us. I never masturbated in front of anybody before. I took off the tiny outfit and lay down on the bed. It was harder to get started then I imagined it would be. In spite of everything I had done I was still shy. I finally managed to close my eyes and make Skeeter disappear. I managed to get myself worked up and also managed to get myself a small orgasm. That seem to be all Skeeter wanted to see. The next thing I knew he was between my legs trying to get his dick in me. I had to guide him in the right direction.

"Go man," I said to encourage him. He began to thrust in and out, picking up the tempo as he went. Soon he was pounding me for all he was worth. Skeeter was a worthwhile fuck, bring me off several times.

"I want to come in your mouth," Skeeter said. "When I take my cock out of your pussy, you get it in your mouth fast." Skeeter was a heavy comer. I had to swallow fast to keep up with the flood of sperm.

Skeeter got dressed and left. I went to the shower and cleaned up. Vic was sitting with Rat when I got back downstairs.

"Here she is now," Vic said. "Honey, Rat is going to take you home and wait with you. It’s a nice night so I guess we’ll have a show on your patio." He turned to Rat, "you can takes some more chairs outside when you get done with her. Don’t forget to go by and get Shorty to help you get set up. The equipment is in the van so you’ll have to drive it."

"Uh, Vic," I said. "I’m not too sure about a lot of strangers in my house. What kind of show are you talking about?"

Vic glared at me a moment. "A fuck show," he snapped. "Guy by the name of Ray is going to fuck a white woman. People are going to pay a lot of money to watch. If you are worried about people stealing or breaking anything, forget it. Nobody would dare take anything and if something gets broke, I’ll pay for it. Now get your ass on home and get things ready. Show will start at midnight but you’ll probably have guests before that."

"Vic," I persisted, "That girl, Liz. Is she the one?"

"No," Vic said with a grin, "It ain’t her. In fact I do believe she’s on the way to Boston as we speak. Howie and Sarah can fuck her until she get old enough to work for me. I don’t want her anywhere near me right now. So no it ain’t Liz that’s going to get fucked. Now get on out of here."