The Case of the Broken Swinger

Info silverhawk
13 Apr. '18

Gloria’s big breasts pressed lightly into my right shoulder when she sat the little red basket with my cheesburgers and fries down in front of me.  She seemed to be doing that more often lately, the thing with her breasts, I mean.  

“Here you go, Jerry.  I hope you like everything.”

I knew I was going to like everything.  I always liked everything at Joe’s, including Gloria’s generously endowed chest, but tonight, I just wanted to eat and have a couple more double shots of Endenmoor single malt to ease the throbbing in my head.

“Thanks, Gloria, and I will.  Say, you don’t happen to have a couple aspirins back there somewhere, do you?”

“You got a headache?”

“Yeah, getting hit with a woman’s purse always gives me one.”

Gloria chuckled.

“And just what were you doing to her that made her hit you with her purse?  Probably trying to get a feel or two, weren’t you?”

“No, I wasn’t trying to feel anything.  I don’t normally try to feel up women who have a couple hundred pounds on me anyway.  I was just serving her boyfriend with a subpoena, and she got all pissed off for some reason.”

“Two hundred pounds…must have been a really big girl.  What was the subpoena for?”

“Well, maybe it wasn’t a whole two hundred, but she was bigger than I am by a bunch.  Her boyfriend was ordered to testify in a DUI case.  How was I supposed to know the woman’s sister was the one being charged?  All I was doing was delivering the paperwork.  Anyway, she got all hissy, called me a fucking bastard, and swung her purse at me.  She wasn’t very tall, so I couldn’t duck low enough and it hit me on the head.  Must have had a cannonball in there, the way it felt.”

Gloria patted me on the shoulder.

“Well, Jerry, you try to eat, and I’ll go see what Audrey has in the first aid kit.  Would you like another scotch?  I’ll have Audrey bring you one if you do.”

Gloria walked away…well, she was walking, but I’m sure she knew I’d watch her.  Gloria is probably a little past fifty, but she looks like the early side of forty.  She’s a pretty brunette with long hair she keeps piled up under a baseball cap, and though her curves aren’t slender, they’re mighty inviting.  She was using some of those sensuous curves a lot more than she’d have had to.  That seemed to be happening more often too.

Gloria Morrison is one of the reasons I’ve been coming to Joe’s Burgers And Barbecue for the last ten years or so.  I like her burgers almost as much as I like her, and her fries are just this side of perfect.  She’s was the cook at Joe’s when I moved into my new office about a block away, and she quickly learned how I like my cheeseburgers.  

Gloria lost her husband three years ago and was out for a month.  I was worried that she might not come back, but she did.  Since then, well up until a couple of months ago, she was pretty much the same Gloria as before.  I suppose she still missed her Dave, but she seemed happy, and she remembered how I like my cheeseburgers.

One night last spring, I was joking with Audrey about how hot her cook was.  The next night, Gloria brought out my burger basket and she seemed a little more friendly.  In fact, she was friendly enough to touch me on the shoulder.  Since then, the touching has gotten more frequent, and the last couple of weeks, I’ve been treated to the soft press of her breasts against my shoulder, or my back, or my head when she sets down my food.  She doesn’t seem to do that with anyone else.

Audrey brought my scotch to my table.

“Gloria says you got hit with a purse trying to feel up a fat woman.  You should be ashamed of yourself.”

That was Audrey being Audrey.  She’s the owner of Joe’s and the other reason I like the place.

I like Audrey Cunningham a lot, because I always know where I stand with her.  She always says what she thinks and means what she says.  There’s no hinting and hoping I’ll pick up on what she’s thinking.  It’s just there, naked as a baby’s butt and with no apologies.  That suits me fine.  I’ve never been able to decode “woman speak” very well, and that’s probably why I’ve never been married.  Most women think I’m not very understanding.  Audrey doesn’t wait for me to understand.  She just tells me exactly what she thinks or wants.

Audrey’s about forty, I think.  At least that’s what she told me when I helped her divorce her husband.  He’d been banging their neighbor’s nineteen-year-old daughter, and my video of him humping away on top of the little redhead beside their pool pretty much cinched her case.  She got enough from him to buy Joe’s when the actual Joe retired and kept the name of the place to keep the regulars coming in.  Like me, she’s not getting rich, but the regulars are a pretty loyal  bunch, and she does all right.  

Audrey is kind of pretty, but she’s not all that sexy a woman.  Her figure is what I’d call slender.  Her ass is about average and her bust is there but nothing to make you say “Wow.”  I wouldn’t kick her out of bed, but there’s not much chance of my getting her into bed anyway.  Since her divorce, Audrey doesn’t have much use for men other than as customers.  I won’t go so far as to say she’s a lesbian because I’ve never seen her with another woman other than Gloria, but I’ve never seen her with a man either.

I do know that a couple of the regulars have tried to get close to her but gave up after she said no with a few words they were sure to understand. The only man she seems to like is me, and she doesn’t like me that way either.  I think she likes me because I helped with her divorce and also because were pretty close to being the same kind of person.  

“I was not trying to feel up any fat woman.  I was just serving a friggin’ subpoena when the bitch swung her purse at me.”

“Well, maybe Gloria got it wrong, but she worries about you.  Did you know that?  I don’t know what’s got into her lately, but she seems to be taking an interest in you that I don’t think is just friendly.  You need to watch out, or you might end up doing something you’ll regret.”

Well, I figured Gloria had just adjusted to being without her husband and was getting comfortable being around other men.  I didn’t mind that one of those men was me, but I didn’t figure it was going to go any further than it had.  Gloria seemed like one of those “mom” types who bustle around taking care of someone they like, not a woman who’d try to do anything else.  Besides, we both know we’re just friends.

Gloria came back a little later with two little white pills in her hand.

“We don’t have any aspirin, but we have these and they’re about like aspirin.  I used to take them when I had cramps but they work for headaches too.”

I must have looked at her funny.

“Cramps, you know, at that time of the month?”

“Oh…Uh…I’m not gonna grow boobs if I take these, am I?”

“No, silly, they’re just pain pills, a little stronger than aspirin, but they’re not hormones.  You’d need hormones to grow boobs.  That’s why I have ‘em and you don’t.”

I figured Gloria must have had more than her share of hormones to grow a pair like she had.  If she’d been any other woman, and my head hadn’t hurt so much, I might have tried to find out just what her hormones had made.  With Gloria, though, I didn’t think it would be right.  My motto has always been friends don’t fuck friends…well, unless the friend agrees to it, and I didn’t think Gloria would ever do that.

The two white pills went down in one gulp of scotch, and half an hour later my headache started going away.  Another double scotch helped it along even more so I ordered one for the road.


My name is Jerry Mason, the owner of Mason Investigations in Nashville, Tennessee, but I suppose you’ve gathered some of that already.  What you don’t know is that I’m the owner, sole investigator, bookkeeper, and secretary for the company.  I got my start at Garrett Insurance when they had their own investigators on staff, but the corporate world just wasn’t for me.  I don’t like being told what to do or how to do it, and corporations have these set procedures they use to make sure everything is above-board and legal.  That way, they don’t get sued as often.

My idea of investigating procedures is anything that gets me the information I want and need for a client.  I never break the law, well, almost never, but I don’t see any harm in stretching it until it squeaks.  Those squeaks often mean the difference between finding out something or coming up empty handed.  My clients don’t care how I get the information as long as they get something for their money.

My clients aren’t the rich socialites of Nashville.  Those people go to one of the big investigative firms with offices downtown or out in the suburbs.  They like the idea of all the tech gadgets they see on television and in the movies, and they’ll pay a lot to know those gadgets are being used.  

My office is downtown – the older downtown of Nashville – and on the second floor over a laundromat.  I thought it would be convenient to just run downstairs to do my laundry, and the rent was right.  What was the living room now has my desk, a couch and a few chairs.  The kitchen and two bedrooms are where I live and it’s more than enough room.

My clients need the same services as the wealthy people do, but they can’t pay the fees the big firms charge.  Since I don’t have much overhead - just my rent, car, a supply of scotch, and eats - my fees are more to their liking.

Between investigation jobs, I serve subpoenas the big firms don’t want to mess with and sub-contract to me, do a few skip traces for Lonnie’s Bail Bonds, and once in a while I get a job from Garret.  I was working on a job for Garret right then, as a matter of fact.

Garret had insured a private club out in the county for fire, other damages to the structure and contents, and for liability.  The club was being sued by one Doris Keys, who claimed one of the chairs in the bar had collapsed under her and she’d sustained injuries to her back that kept her from working.  The whole thing seemed fishy to them.  That’s why they called me.

Doris claimed she was just sitting at her table when the chair broke and dropped her on her ass.  A couple of men helped her up, but she couldn’t stand by herself.  Her boyfriend took her to the emergency room where the doctor told her she’d just bruised the muscle in her hip, gave her some pain pills, and sent her home.  The next day, Doris went to a different doctor who determined she’d damaged two vertebrae and would have to spend at least six months in a wheelchair.   She then sued the club for medical bills, the cost of a private nurse, lost wages, and for of course, the lawyer’s term for his commission, pain and suffering.  She was asking for six million.

It smelled to me too.  The doctors at Memorial’s emergency room are damn good, at least they have been the couple of times I’ve been there.  It was unlikely they’d have missed a cracked vertebrae.  Doris’ new doctor, Dr. Winkleburg, had been on the shady side of a lawsuit I investigated a few years back, so that also was pretty smelly.  Then, there was the business of that private club.

Jack and Jill is a club that caters to the needs of couples who want a little lift in their sex life.  Those couples pay the fifty dollar cover charge for the privilege of meeting other couples of the same mind as well as a few single men welcomed by invitation only, and some unescorted women who want a little variety.  Unescorted women don’t pay a cover charge, so there are usually several on hand.

Garret wanted to know if the chairs in the club were really bad enough to fall apart by themselves.  Doris wasn’t a big woman, maybe a hundred twenty soaking wet, so that’s about what would have had to happen. The other thing they wanted to know was if Doris was really injured or was just faking it.  I was planning on how to get that information when I got the subpoenas to serve.  The subpoenas were easy money and I still had some thinking to do, so the subpoenas took priority.

The first two were easy, meaning the people served weren’t particularly happy, but they didn’t hit me.  It was only the third that was a problem.  If I’d known about the guy’s girlfriend, I’d have tried to catch him when he was alone.  Next time, I’ll have to check things out a little more.

Anyway, I got the subpoenas served and decided I’d earned dinner at Joe’s.  I usually decided that anyway, but that night I had a headache and Joe’s would be a nice quiet place to nurse myself back to health.


I woke up the next day with one hell of a headache and the really urgent need to pee.  After staggering to my feet and into the bathroom, I decided standing up wasn’t such a good idea, so I sat down on the toilet…for about a second and a half.  When the head of my cock hit the cold water, I realized why women have such a thing about keeping the toilet seat down.

After getting things put right, and sitting back down, I tried to remember what had happened.  I’m not very good at the remembering thing after a lot of scotch, so I figured I’d had a few more after my dinner.  That would account for the headache too.

In the middle of trying to remember what happened, I heard the gurgle of my coffee maker and then the trickle of coffee running into the pot.  I couldn’t remember setting it up the night before.  Somebody had to be in the apartment with me, though why they’d be making coffee while they stole all my stuff was beyond me.  

The pistol I own but almost never carry was locked in the bottom drawer of my desk and I’d have to go past whoever was there to get to it.  The only thing in the bathroom even resembling a weapon was the toilet plunger, so I pulled up my shorts, grabbed the plunger and crept down the hall toward the kitchen.

When I peeked around the doorway, there was Gloria, the same Gloria who cooked my burger basket last night, standing in front of the kitchen counter and watching the coffee maker slowly fill the pot.  It was Gloria, all right, but I’d never seen Gloria in one of my dress shirts and nothing else.

I coughed, and Gloria turned, then smiled.

“Morning, Jerry.  Feel better now?”

I couldn’t answer at first.  I was staring at the way my shirt fit Gloria.  I’m tall, but I’m kind of slim.  Gloria’s breasts pushed out the front of my shirt enough the buttons were straining to keep them in.  There were also two very noticeable nipples desperately trying to poke their way through the material.  Even in my current condition, Gloria was way too enticing for my own good.  I wondered if she was this enticing last night and if she enticed me to do anything I didn’t remember.

“Yeah, well, no, not really.  My head still hurts, but I think that’s just a hangover.”

“Oh, too bad, but you did drink quite a bit last night.  Jerry, why do you have a toilet plunger in your hands?

“I, uh, I thought you were a burglar or something.”

Gloria chuckled and her breasts did an erotic little dance inside my shirt.

“So, you were going to plunge me unconscious?”  She chuckled again.  “You really need some coffee.”

About that time, the coffee maker made the last gasp that said it was done.  Gloria poured a cup full for us both and walked over to hand it to me.  As she moved, her big breasts rolled softly under my shirt and I swear her nipples got bigger.  Her hips also swayed seductively and I found myself thinking how it would feel being on top of them when they swayed that way.

“Gloria, how did you get here this morning?”

“I didn’t.  I got here last night when I helped you get home. You were in no shape to make it by yourself.  Once we got up here, I decided I didn’t want to walk back to my car by myself that late at night, so I just locked the door and stayed.”

“Ok…but why are you naked?”

Gloria laughed

“I’m not naked.  I have on your shirt and my panties, see.”  She flipped up the tail of the shirt, and I saw the pink boy shorts that covered her nice, round ass.

“I didn’t want to sleep in my clothes, and I didn’t want to sleep naked, so I found this shirt.  I kinda like wearing a man’s shirt again.  I used to wear Dave’s  to bed all the time.”

Gloria giggled.  

“Don’t you like me in your shirt?  Dave liked it when I wore his shirts to bed.  He said it was easier to get me out of his shirt than out of a nightgown.  He liked doing that too.”

Well, before she said that, I wasn’t going to ask the question, but now I had to.

“Gloria…last night…did I…did we…uh…well, you know?”

She frowned.

“Goodness, if you don’t remember, either you were drunker than I thought, or I must have forgotten a lot about men in the last couple of years.”

 “Gloria, I’m so sorry.  I wouldn’t have let that happen if I’d been myself.”

She grinned.

“Don’t worry, Jerry.  Nothing happened.  I put you to bed and then slept on the couch.  I don’t think you were in any shape to uh…rise to the occasion anyway.  You looked pretty limp to me.  Besides, what if we did do something?  I may be fif-  over forty, but I’m not dead, you know.  I’m flattered that you think you might have wanted to.  I don’t get told that anymore.”

“You looked at my…”

“Well, it was hard not to look when your shorts came down with your jeans and I had to pull them back up.  Don’t look so embarrassed.  I was married you know.  I’ve seen a dick before.”  She grinned again.  “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.  Yours looked pretty nice, as dicks go.”

Gloria snickered.

“You know, you might be sicker than you think.  Your shorts seem to be sort of swelling up.  Maybe I should have a look just to make sure you’re OK.”

Well, it was true.  Even though my head hurt, the rest of me couldn’t ignore Gloria’s nice legs and her big boobs moving softly when she laughed and those round hips.  

“Gloria, I apologize.  It’s just that you…well, you never looked this way down at Joe’s.”

“Well, I trust you.  Not that I’d mind if you wanted to do anything.  It’s been a long time for me, but I was pretty sure you wouldn’t.  I have to go anyway, so,”  Gloria gave me a look that said she was a little disappointed.  “we don’t have time…if you wanted to, that is.”

Gloria finished her coffee and then swayed those nice hips again as she walked back to the bathroom and got dressed.  After she went home, I spent the rest of the morning finishing off the coffee pot and feeling sorry for myself.  That afternoon, after writing up the billing for the three subpoenas, a nap seemed in order.  About seven, I went down the block to Wong’s for some sweet and sour pork.  There was no way I was going to face Gloria again that day.


The next morning, I was trying to figure out how to catch Doris if she was faking it when my office door opened.  The little blonde smiled and asked if this was Mason Investigations.

“Yes, Ma’am, you got the right place.”

I stuck out my hand and she took it.  Her grip was weak and her hand was as soft and smooth as velvet.

“I’m Jerry Mason, the owner.  How can I help you?”

“I’m Sally Jean Barlow.  I want you to…oh, this is so embarrassing, but I have to do it or I’ll go crazy.  I want you to find somebody for me…a man…a man I met on a dating site.”

“OK, I might be able to do that for you.  Can you give me some more details?”

“I didn’t want to do it but my boyfriend broke up with me six months ago.  I was so lonely so I signed up on one of those adult dating sites, you know, like they advertise on TV, and as soon as I did, I got all these messages asking me for pictures of myself naked.  Can you imagine that?  I mean, being naked with my boyfriend was one thing.  Being naked for a whole bunch of men I didn’t even know is another.  Besides, I thought I was too…well, I don’t have the figure I had when I was twenty, and that’s what I told all the men who messaged me.  

“They kept on asking, so one day I got a brave and put up a picture of the top half of me in just my bra.  Of course I didn’t show my face, but as soon as that picture was posted, I got even more messages.  Some asked me to show what was under the bra and some still wanted to see all of me.  Well, I wasn’t gonna do that - take a picture of me all naked.”  Sally grinned.  “I did get a little drunk one night and  posted one in my bra but with the cups pulled down.  How did that one man say it…something about how my puppies had cute little noses.”

“Well, there was this one man…he was so nice and didn’t ask me for anything.  He just said he imagined I’d probably be beautiful, and that he’d like to meet me some day but he wouldn’t push me for anything.  We messaged back and forth for a couple of months and then he told me he was coming to Nashville on business and he’d like to take me to dinner.  I knew it was risky and thought about it for a while, but I finally said yes, and a week later, I met Charles for the first time.  He didn’t want to be called Charlie, just Charles.

“We had dinner, and then he asked me if I’d like to go somewhere for coffee.  By then, I liked him so much, I said we could go back to my house for that.  Well, we did, but we ended up having more than coffee, if you know what I mean.”  

Sally sighed.  “It had been so long, and it seemed so right…  We did it again the next morning and it was even better.  Then, he went off to his meeting and I never saw him again.  I tried messaging him, but he wouldn’t answer.  That was a week ago and I’m worried something’s happened to him.  I want you to find him for me.”

Well, whatever she thought about her figure was dead wrong.  Sally wasn’t fat by any means.  She just wore the curves of a mature woman, curves I and at least a hundred million or so other men like.  I could understand why the guys on her website would want to see those curves.  While she was talking I was having a hard time ignoring the picture in my mind of those curves pressed against me.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her the guy had probably just played her for a one night stand and it was unlikely I’d ever be able to find him.  All the adult dating sites are really secretive about even the nicknames of the people who register there.  They can connect the nickname with a real name and a credit card if they’re forced to, but they won’t do that without a court order.  I can’t get one of those.  If I couldn’t find him, I wouldn’t charge her.  That might make it a little easier on her.

I asked Sally for her nickname and password for the site, and for Charlie’s nickname.  Sometimes people put things on those sites that seem innocent by themselves, but can tell me a lot about the person if I take the time to put them all together.  She also had a picture on her cell phone of them in the restaurant that I asked her to send to me.

Sally flinched a little when I told her I’d have to have a hundred a day with two days up front, but she wrote me a check.  I said as soon as the check cleared, I’d get started.  I’d been burned too many times to do otherwise.

In the meantime, I went back to my Garret job.  Garret had told me the owner of  Jack and Jill wasn’t really cooperating with them.  He just wanted the lawsuit settled without any involvement on his part, I suppose so he kept up his reputation with the regulars.  I’d have to get inside somehow with one of my little hidden cameras. Jack and Jill didn’t allow single men in without an invitation, and I doubted I’d get one.  Like I said, I’m tall, but I haven’t spent much time in a gym.

I could get in if I had a woman with me but I only knew two women well enough to ask for that favor.  It was a pretty sure thing that Audrey would tell me to go fuck myself.  Gloria might agree, but I’d have to be careful how I asked.  After what she’d said that morning in my apartment, I didn’t want her thinking I was asking for more than her help in getting some pictures.  That night, I walked the block down to Joe’s and ordered my usual.  Audrey saw me come in and brought the double scotch to my table just as I was sitting down.

“Thought maybe you’d had enough of us since you didn’t show up last night.”

“Nah…I was just feeling like some Chinese last night.  I could never get enough of Joe’s.”

“You mean, Gloria’s cheeseburgers.  From what I hear, you didn’t get enough of Gloria either.”

“What‘d she tell you?”

“That she took you home and put you to bed and then stayed the night but nothing happened.”

“That sounds about right.”

Audrey chuckled.

“She also says you have a big cock, and that you got a boner the next morning when she showed you her ass.”

“She told you that too?”

“Yep.  She said it’s bigger than most she’s seen, at least while they’re soft.  Said she couldn’t see it when you got hard, but it looked pretty big then too.”

“Oh, God.  I hope she didn’t say anything else.”

“Just that she liked it that you got aroused.  Don’t be ashamed that she did that to you, Jerry. Those big boobs of hers are really gorgeous, and her ass…well, I guess you’ve seen it…I wish mine was that tight.  I think she’s really sexy.”

Maybe Audrey didn’t have much use for men because she really did like girls.

“So, you and Gloria…you’re…”

Audrey slapped me on the arm.

“Jerry, you have a filthy mind, just like all men.  No, we’re not lovers.  We change clothes in the same room in back.  Just because I looked doesn’t mean I want her in bed with me.  All women look at other women and compare.  Now take that smile off your face.  She’s bringing your burgers.”

Gloria walked up behind me and put the red basket down on the table.  I felt her big breasts pressing into my back of my neck, a little longer than the last time, I thought.

Her voice was more of a purr.

“Will there be anything else, Jerry…anything at all.”

“Well, actually, there is Gloria.  I need your help, if you’re willing.”

Gloria slid into the chair opposite me, perched her breasts on the tabletop and smiled.

“What do you want me to do?”

I explained about the Jack and Jill and how I needed her to help me get inside to take a few pictures.  I assured her I’d protect her while we were there and that she wouldn’t have to do anything except look like a wife or girlfriend while I worked.  When I finished, Gloria grinned.

“It’s a swinger’s club?  That sounds interesting.  Oh, and you don’t have to worry about me.  I’ve been a wife, remember?  I’ll just pretend you’re my husband, and I’ll act like your wife.  When do we go?”


The Jack and Jill was open only Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, and I figured Friday night probably wouldn’t be as busy.  Gloria explained things to Audrey and took that Friday off.  I said I’d pick her up about nine.

When I knocked on the door of the small ranch in Gallatin, I wasn’t sure this was a good idea.  When Gloria opened the door, all I could do was stare for the first few seconds. After that, I had second, then third thoughts. Gloria had to pull me inside.

“Jerry, come in.  My neighbors’ll be watching.”

Once inside, I kept staring.  Gloria had on a very short, black dress, short enough I could just make out the start of the lacy top of her black stockings, but that wasn’t the only reason why I was staring.  The neckline of the dress was cut almost to her belly button and her breasts made some very visible, very inviting cleavage.  I couldn’t figure out what magic was holding them up that way, but whatever it was, the effect was fantastic.  Tall, black patent heels made a nice, erotic compliment to her stockings.  Her hair fell in dark brown, shining waves over her soft shoulders and the makeup made her look like something out of a magazine.  Gloria stopped my thoughts just as they were starting to stray from my job that night.

“Well, how do I look?

“Wow”, was all I could manage.

“Thought you might like it.  I haven’t had a chance to wear this for years.  Thank God it still fit.  Think I’ll attract any attention?  That’s what the women in these clubs want, isn’t it…to attract attention?”

“Gloria, I’ll have to spend half the night fighting off the men.”

“But I thought the point was the women go with different men and the men go with different women?”

“Yes, it is, I suppose, but you’re…you’re my friend.  I can’t expect you to go that far.”

Gloria grinned.

“OK, you can keep me all for yourself.  Just don’t stop me from flirting a little.  It feels good to flirt once in a while.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by me keeping her all for myself, but it was time to leave.  Gloria turned on her porch light and we walked to my car.  When she sat down in my passenger seat, her dress rode up until I could see the stocking clips of her garter belt and some creamy soft skin above her stockings.

The young girl at the counter happily took my fifty and then asked if we’d been there before.  When I said no, she went on to explain what was available.

“The bar area is for meeting and flirting, not for sex.  If you start anything there, we’ll ask you to leave.  Touching and kissing is OK, just don’t start getting naked or anything more.  Some of our customers are just trying things out, you understand, and don’t want to see too much too quick.

“We have five play rooms available for your use.  They all have doors that open into the bar area and you can go in any one to watch except the Girls Room and Boy’s Room, well unless, well you know what I mean.  Here, this brochure will explain how the rooms work.

The slick color brochure listed the rooms along with their use.

    The Couples Room – play with your favorite couples any way you like.
    The Baby’s Room – Bring your own diapers.  We furnish the cribs
    The Girls Room – Girls only.  Bring your toys and play the night away.
    The Boy’s Room – While the girls play, the boys can have fun too.
    The Dungeon – Act out your darkest desires.  Bring your own playthings.

“There’s also an area outside for our nature lovers.  It has a pool, hot tub, and seating for about twenty.  There’s a high fence, so you don’t need to worry about anybody looking in from outside.  Oh, and cameras are not allowed in the Dungeon or Baby’s room, and you can’t take pictures of anybody without their permission.  If you do, we’ll take the film or memory chip from the camera.  Any questions?”

Gloria took my arm and we walked into the bar area.  It wasn’t much different than any other bar.  There were small, round tables just big enough for four people scattered around a small dance floor.  A couple of women were dancing sensuously to the soft jazz that played in the background.  Some of the tables had one couple looking around as if waiting for someone.  Others had two couples smiling and talking, with more than a little feeling going on under the tables.  Gloria and I took a table near the bar.

“Jerry, did you see that?  That girl reached under the table and rubbed the guy’s…the front of his pants.”

“Well, I suppose that’s what people do in this room.  The girl said basically if nobody gets naked or screwed, anything goes.”

“I guess so.  Hey, the guy just reached under her top and squeezed her boobs.”

“Don’t stare.  I don’t want to attract attention to us.  Well, you’re gonna attract a lot of attention, but that means I can take pictures without anybody noticing what I’m doing.”

Gloria stifled a laugh.

“If we don’t do what the others are doing, we’ll attract attention that way.  Wanna squeeze my boobs?”

“No, Gloria, I don’t.  I want to take some pictures.”

“Well, I’m gonna rub the front of your pants then so they won’t suspect.”

I felt her hand slide up my thigh and settle on my crotch, then begin gently rubbing.

“Gloria, if you keep that up, you know what’s gonna happen.”

“I do.  That’s kinda the point of this place, remember?  If it bothers you, just play like I’m not here.”

Well, playing like Gloria’s fingers weren’t bringing my cock to life was impossible.  I had to let it happen because I had no choice and she did have a point.  One of the couples had been staring at us, but they were now looking at each other instead.  I took the opportunity and took a few pictures with my little camera that looks like a fountain pen.

About then, another couple walked up and asked if we were waiting on anyone.  Gloria said no, and they asked if they could sit and talk a while.  Gloria said yes.

Gloria and Marion, his wife, talked about what was going on in the other rooms.  Gloria seemed very interested in everything and asked Marion to explain how things worked.

“We’ve never been here before.  What happens in the other rooms.  I mean, I know it’s sex, but…well can you tell me a little more?”

Marion smiled.

“Well, the Couples Room is what it says.  In there, you can watch, have sex with the one you’re with, or trade as much as you like, any way you like.  Nobody will try to pressure you into doing anything, but they’ll be more than willing to help you have a good time.  They have free condoms and I’d advise that you use them.

“The Baby’s Room…We’ve been in there, but we don’t use it.  It’s where you wear only a diaper and act like a baby.  It’s mostly guys in the diapers with the girls acting as nurses.  Can you believe some of them actually have milk and let the guys suck on them.  I’d probably like the sucking part, but the milking…ick.

“I’ve been in the Girls Room several times.  It’s a nice change of pace, I think.  No hairy guys and no mess afterwards, well unless you’re a squirter, and they have towels for that.  There aren’t any real lesbians there, just us girls that like it both ways.

“The Guys Room is about the same except it’s for bi guys.  Jim doesn’t go in there, so I don’t really know what they do.

“The Dungeon – it’s what it sounds like.  We’ve been there to watch, but I could never actually do those things.  They have these wood tables and cross things where people get tied up and flogged or whipped before they have sex.  It’s more than most people would want, but if that’s your thing, I’m sure you’d enjoy it.

I offered to buy us all a drink and then waived the waitress to our table.  While she was taking our order, I saw Marion lean over and whisper something to Gloria.  Gloria’s eyebrows raised up a little, but then she smiled and nodded.  They kept talking softly enough I couldn’t hear them over the music, so Jim and I talked a little about sports.

After I paid the waitress for the drinks, I noticed Gloria’s breasts moving around inside her dress.  She had a smile on her face, just like the smile I saw on Marion’s.  The stroking hand on my cock had stopped when Gloria and Marion started talking.  Now it started up again, and this time it was in earnest.  Gloria was getting aroused and I had to do something.

“Uh, Jim, why don’t you show Gloria and I around.  Like Gloria said, we’re new at this, so I don’t know if we’ll stay or not, but we’d like to see what there is to do here.”

We spent a good ten minutes in each room with the exception of the Boy’s room.  Gloria agreed with me when I said we probably didn’t need to see that one.  I gave her the pen camera when she and Marion went into the Girls Room.  During each of those ten minutes, we took a picture of every chair we could see in each room.  There was a better than even chance Doris said she was in the bar just to keep from admitting she was nursing some guy in the Baby Room, or being tied in a chair in the Dungeon.  

None of the rooms held many surprises, although I’ll be damned if I understand what any guy gets out of putting on a giant diaper and playing baby.  Gloria was interested in it all, and looked a little flushed after she and Marion came out of  the Girls Room.

When we got back to our table, Marion asked Gloria if we’d be interested in experimenting a little.  Gloria played her part well.

“Well, we think we want to, some day, but we really have to think about this a little more.  Jerry and I, we’ve never done anything like this, and well…maybe we’ll see you next weekend?”

Marion said she understood, and kissed Gloria on the cheek as they got up and walked to another couple’s table.  We left as casually as we could, and told the girl at the desk we’d probably see her again.


Gloria didn’t say much on the way back to her house.  I figured something was bothering her, but I didn’t really want to ask.  I don’t do women’s personal problems well at all.  I can catch their husbands cheating, or find their lost kids, but that’s about where I stop.  When I pulled up in her drive, she asked if I’d come in for a while because she wanted to talk.

We got inside, and Gloria left me in her living room while she started a pot of coffee.  When she came back from the kitchen with two steaming cups, she sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside her.

“Come sit here, Jerry.  I don’t think I can say this very loud.”

I sat down, but not before noticing that Gloria’s dress had ridden up again.  My cock gave a twinge, but I willed it to stay down.

“OK, what are we gonna talk about?”

Gloria took a deep breath.

“Do I look like a lesbian to you?  Please be honest with me.”

“Well, since you want me to be honest, I think your average lesbian looks just like your average woman.  That’s the way the ones I know look anyway.  There are a few who dress and act more like men, but most of them just look like any other woman.  What makes you think you are?”

“Tonight, Marion touched my nipples, and they got stiff.  And then, when we went in the Girls Room, I…I got excited…really excited.  I didn’t want to, but I did.”

“Well, if you didn’t want to get excited, I imagine you’re not a lesbian.  From what I understand, they only get aroused by other women.  If you get aroused by men too, you might be what Marion said.  You might like it both ways.  Did you get aroused in any of the other rooms?”

“Oh, yeah, well except the Baby Room.  That was just…ugh.  I can’t believe those women change the diapers on a grown man.”

“Well, then you’re probably not a lesbian.  That make you happy?”

“It depends.”

“What does it depend on.”

“It depends on whether you’ll make me feel like I’m not a lesbian or not.”

“Gloria, I appreciate your help tonight, but I don’t think –“

Gloria cut me off by kissing me, then backed up a little and looked me in the eyes.

“Jerry, I don’t want you to think.  I got so worked up at that club.  I need this and I need it now.  If you don’t want to, I suppose I’ll understand, but the way you looked at me in your apartment that morning, and then again tonight, I think you really do.”

She took my hand and pulled it to her breasts.

“I know you want to do this.  Now make me feel like I want to feel.”

She was right, of course.  Since that morning I saw her in my shirt, I’d wondered what it would be like to have her without the shirt and against me.  If I hadn’t been working at the club, my cock would have been hard the whole time we were there.  It did get that way when she let go of my hand and started groping through my pants.

Her breasts were big, soft, and wonderful.  Her nipples, a lot larger than I had imagined and after few soft strokes, a lot stiffer than I’d touched in a long time.  When I gently pinched the right one, Gloria murmered, “Again.”

I felt her unfasten my belt and then unzip my pants.  The fingers that found my cock were warm and soft.  So were the lips that locked themselves to mine in a kiss that finished stiffening my cock.  Her little tongue snaked past mine and put any reservations I might have had back to sleep.

When I put my hand on Gloria’s inner thigh, she spread her legs a little.  As my hand moved up, she spread them some more.  I was expecting to find the satiny or lacey feel of panties.  Instead I found soft curls.  I pulled away from her kiss.

“Gloria, you’re not wearing panties.”

She giggled.

“I know.  I didn’t think women wore panties to places like that.  Don’t you like what I’m wearing instead?  Marion did.”

I didn’t answer.  I just stroked her soft lips a little and then slipped a fingertip between them.  Gloria moaned, and then whispered, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

She was the picture of pure sex laying there naked with her arms beckoning me to join her.  Her breasts sat in twin mounds on her chest and begged to be stroked, gently squeezed, and have the nipples licked and sucked into the stiffness of arousal.  The vision of her open thighs stroking my sides flashed into mind as I let my pants fall to the floor.  The dark patch of curls that hid her sex was erotic beyond belief, as was the way her hips moved seductively on the bed.

When I slid onto the sheet beside her, Gloria became all searching fingertips and kissing mouth.  Those fingertips found my cock at the same time she kissed me again and then began gently stroking up and down my shaft.  My soft strokes to her nipples forced a little moan from her throat and a little faster stroking on my cock.  A little careful pinch caused her hips to raise up off the bed.

Gently, I broke her kiss and laid her back down on the bed, then nibbled down her neck and shoulder to her breasts.  While I nibbled all around her nipples and felt her nipple beds tighten into little ridges, I stroked her thighs, then slipped a finger between her lips.  She was wet already.  My fingertip slipped deeper, then stroked up to her clit.  The little nub was stiff and peeking out of it’s hiding place.  A few little strokes beside it were enough to cause the hand on my cock to begin pulling.

“Oh Jerry, I need you now.”

Well, since she’d talked me into this, no matter how little talking that took, I wasn’t going to just poke and run.  Gloria wanted to feel like she wasn’t a lesbian, so I was going to make sure she felt that way.

“Not so fast, Gloria.  We have all night.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

“Oh yes you can, and it’ll be better.  I promise.”

I rolled her nipple between my lips and then bit down gently as my finger slipped inside her.  Gloria gasped and I felt her tummy roll.  I did the same to the other nipple, and her whole body jerked.

It was getting harder and harder to hold back the feeling her fingers were causing in my cock, and I didn’t want to disappoint Gloria by cumming in her hand.  To get her to stop, I started kissing my way down her tummy, and when I couldn’t reach any lower, gently detached her stroking fingers and knelt between her thighs.

Gloria’s scent was about like all women’s, and just like all women’s scent, a little different from all the rest.  I spent a while nuzzling the curls on her mound and licking the soft lips that those curls covered, enjoying that scent and taste and the way her lips seemed to get fuller.  From time to time, I let my tongue part those lips and taste the soft folds inside.  When I could stand it no longer, I spread Gloria’s outer lips with my thumbs and licked her from entrance to clit.  

I thought she was going to throw me off the bed.  Her hips arched up, she cried out, and then she came.  I hadn’t intended for things to go that way, but I’d underestimated just how aroused Gloria really was.  As her hips rocked up again, I licked her stiff little clit and Gloria gasped.  “Oh God, Jerry, again, do that again.”

I did, several times in fact, until she gently pushed my face away.

“Give me a minute or two to catch my breath.  Then I want you to do it the other way.”

It didn’t take the whole two minutes before Gloria found my cock again and pulled it to her entrance.  I teased her a little by rubbing my cock head up and down over her clit, but by then, I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.  I slid my cock head between her soft lips and pushed gently.  There was a little resistance, so I pulled out a little and then tried again.  

Gloria was having none of this.  On my second push, she raised her hips up and forced herself over my cock.  

“Oh, yeah.”, she panted.  “It’s been so long I almost forgot what this feels like.  Do it Jerry.”

The slow strokes I started with soon became faster because I was trying to match the rocking motions of Gloria’s hips.  She seemed to like having my cock as deep inside her as I could get it, and then pulling back enough it almost slipped out.  When I took a few shallow strokes to cool myself off a little, Gloria wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled her body up over my cock with each stroke.  

It didn’t seem all that long a time before she began to gasp or moan with every stroke I made.  I felt her passage tighten around my cock, and then she murmured,  “Nipples, suck my nipples.”

If Gloria had been any shorter, I’d never have reached them.  As it was, she had to lift them both up to my face to make it easier for me.  I sucked gently on the left one and she moaned, “Harder.”  I sucked hard and pulled up.  Her muscles  clamped down on my cock hard.  I heard a whispered, “More.”

I locked my lips on her other nipple, sucked in hard and then bit gently.  Gloria cried out, her body went rigid, and then her hips began rocking up and down.  In the process, she was stroking my cock in and out so fast I couldn’t stop myself.  I tried to pull out, but Gloria gasped, “No, Jerry.  Inside me”, and pulled her body up over my cock and held it there.  

I felt the little gripping contractions that raced up and down over my cock, and that was it.  I came right then and there, spraying my cum deep inside her and gasping with the feelings that caused.  Gloria was gasping too as she shook through her orgasm.  Gradually, she calmed down, but she wouldn’t let me pull out my cock.  She said it felt good to have it in there.  

It felt pretty good to me too, so I didn’t argue.  When my cock finally slipped out on its own, I rolled over beside Gloria.  She was asleep, so I covered us both up and fell asleep wondering how this was going to change things.

Sunlight was steaming around the window curtains when I woke up the next morning.  I opened my eyes and found Gloria looking at me with a smile on her face.

“I don’t have to be at Joe’s until four.  Can we do it again?”

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“It’s the door over there.  I’ll show you.”

Gloria rolled out of bed and then waved at me.

“You aren’t modest are you?  Not after last night.  Come on.”

I followed her through the open door and lifted the seat.

“You’ll be sure to put that back down when you’re done, won’t you?”

I assured her I would.

“I don’t know.  Maybe I should stay here and make sure.”

With that statement, Gloria reached for my cock, aimed it at the bowl and said “OK, you can go now.”

If my bladder hadn’t been bursting, I’d have said no, but that wasn’t the time to argue.  I let fly.  Gloria was fascinated, and kept directing the stream around the bowl.  When I finished, she said, “I always wanted to do that.  You usually shake it now, don’t you?” and then she did.

Well, that was a first in my life, but she didn’t stop there.  Gloria had to wash my cock then, though I couldn’t figure out why.  The rinsing and drying were easier than the washing, because after she’d stroked it with her soft soapy hands for a couple of minutes, I was standing tall again.  When she finished, Gloria grinned.

“I saw something last night you’ll probably like.  Let’s go back to bed.”

As soon as my ass hit the sheets, Gloria was on her knees and bending over my cock.  I understood then why she washed it.

“If I saw this right, this is what you guys like a lot.”

Gloria grinned, and then wrapped her mouth around my swollen cock head.  I did like it.  I also liked it when she slowly took my cock in her mouth until it touched the back of her throat.  I liked it when she licked the underside, and I liked it when she bobbed her head up and down and stroked my shaft at the same time.  She was getting me there way to fast.

“Gloria, that’s fantastic, but you’re gonna get a face full if you keep it up.”

She giggled.

“Marion said she likes that, but I think we’ll try it some other time.  Right now, I want your dick inside me again.  Now you just lay still, and I’ll show you something else I saw.”

Gloria straddled me and positioned her clit just behind my rigid, wet cock head.  It took her a couple of tries, but she finally got her lips opened with my cock shaft in between them.  She started rubbing herself up and down my shaft, and after a while, I could see her clit peeping out from under its hood.  She adjusted her position just a little, and that glistening little pink button started stroking the underside of my cock head.

Between watching that and hearing Gloria’s little moans, I couldn’t just lay there.  I reached up and squeezed both her heavy breasts and then rubbed my thumbs over her nipples.  They promptly swelled out long and stiff.  Gloria liked that a lot.

“Oh…Jerry, do that some more.”

After a little more of that, along with some light pinches and a few rolling tugs to her turgid nipples, I felt my cock getting wetter.  When I looked down, Gloria was almost dripping.  She was also ready.  I saw her hand position my cock a little further back, and then she shuddered as she impaled herself.

It was easy to just lay there and let Gloria ride my cock while I played with her breasts and nipples.  Every minute or so, she’d lean down and kiss me, her soft, wet tongue would chase all over mine, and she’d moan.  Then, she’d pull my hands back to her swinging breasts and start stroking my cock again.  When she started to groan, I had to start humping up into her rolling hips.  Every time I did this, Gloria would arch her back just a little and my cock would slide in deeper.  If I looked down when she did this, I’d see her lips mashed into the base of my cock.  I’d also see how wet she’d made us both.  Sometimes, when she had me buried to the hilt, she’d twitch her hips a little and I’d feel her muscles clamp down on my shaft.

I was getting there fast and so was Gloria.  Her little moans became longer, then changed to gasps, and then to panting.  Her body began to rock faster.  Just as she came, Gloria threw her head back and groaned, “Oh God”.  I came a second later.  Gloria kept riding my cock until it slipped out of her.  I felt my cum dripping out of her and onto my balls.  She eased herself down on my chest, still panting, and kissed me again, then put her face on my shoulder.  After a few minutes she raised up.

“I’d love to do that again, but I don’t think I can.”

I squeezed her soft round ass.

“I know what you mean.  I have to get back to the office anyway.”

“Can there be other times?”

“I thought we were just friends.”

Gloria sighed.

“We still are.  We just have benefits now.”


The pictures turned out fine, including the ones Gloria took of the women in the Girls Room.  I don’t know why women making love to women is so erotic, but it is.  I printed all those off to give to Gloria.  The others I sent to Garret in an email.

Now all I had to do was figure out if Doris was faking it or not.  It wasn’t likely she’d show up at Jack and Jill until the lawsuit was settled, so I’d have to find another way.  With no other ideas, I drove past her house about eight the next morning, found a parking spot where I could see the front door and some of the house, and waited.

A little after ten, a car pulled into her driveway.  I figured that would be the private nurse.  When the guy got out of the car, I knew Doris was faking.   The guy looked like one of those male dancers who strip for women.  He had on a tight shirt that didn’t do anything to hide the muscles he’d grown after a lot of hours in a gym.  If he was a male nurse, I was an uncle to a chimpanzee.

He didn’t have to ring the bell because Doris opened the door before he got there.  I could see well enough to see she was in a wheel chair, but she didn’t look like she was in much pain.  All she had on was her bra and panties, and I didn’t figure a woman in as much pain as Doris claimed would be able to get out of bed by herself, let alone be able to put on a bra.

I couldn’t see inside the house, even with my binoculars, because the curtains were all drawn.  I couldn’t see the back of the house because of the high fence that enclosed it, probably to secure a pool or hot tub.  Insurance companies like high fences around pools and hot tubs.

Well, this was going nowhere, but at least I had a good idea Doris wasn’t really hurt.  I just had to prove it.  About the time I was ready to go back to the office and do some more thinking, I saw the top of the guy’s head over the fence.  He was probably giving her some special therapy, and I was pretty sure I knew what that therapy was.  With no way to see anything, I drove back to my office to think some more.

I’d left myself a note to call the bank, and when I did, they said Sally Jean’s check had cleared.  Without any more ideas about Doris and her nurse, I started on Sally Jean’s problem.

Using the information she’d given me, I typed  pwp.com into my browser.  When the web page came up, I learned that “pwp” stands for People Without Partners.  I signed in using her nickname, sj34Binnash, and her password.  Her page appeared with her profile and the two pictures she’d told me she posted.  I could see from the pictures why she got so many messages requesting more.  Her breasts weren’t all that big, but her nipples looked to be half an inch long, maybe longer.

According to her profile, Sally Jean was thirty-eight, divorced, liked straight sex only, and wore a 34B bra.  She was looking for a long term partner, but not necessarily marriage, and her favorite movie genre was science fiction.  The profile said she lived in Gallatin, Tennessee.

That was about what I expected.  There were also questions about her height, weight, favorite sex position, did she have pubic hair or was she shaved, and some other personal stuff.  Sally Jean had left them all blank.

Her message box had over six hundred messages, so I figured that was a good place to go after I checked out her boyfriend’s profile.

Charles, or as the people on the website knew him, “niceguy4love”, was forty-five, single, five-feet-ten, and a hundred-fifty pounds.  He was looking for a friend, long term partner, or casual fling who was straight, and his favorite movie genre was science fiction too.  I noticed that his profile date was later than Sally Jeans.  Since I’m a naturally suspicious sort, I figured the movie type was to help establish something in common between them.

Charles didn’t fill out any of the other information except that he lived in Tennessee too, but he didn’t state the city.

So much for his profile.  There wasn’t any information there I could use, so I went back to Sally Jean’s page and went to the bottom of her messages.

On the day she registered, there were about a hundred messages welcoming her to the site and wishing her well.  There were about a hundred more that said the same thing along with requests like, “show us what you’re made of, girl” and “I’ll bet you’re a real beauty.  How about posting a pic and proving me right.”  There were a few others that more or less said the same thing, just a lot cruder or things the posters thought were cute.  

My personal favorite was “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”  I looked up that guy’s profile.  He had eighty-three pictures of his cock on there, so he didn’t offer Sally Jean much she couldn’t already get without posting a picture of her own.

All the messages were pretty much the same all the way up through the date she posted the picture of her in her bra with the cups pulled down.  After that one, the number of messages increased for a couple of days and then dropped off again.  The guys still wanted more, but a lot of them gave up pretty quickly because Sally Jean’s return messages always said no.  

There were a couple of messages from what I assumed were women wondering if she’d ever tried the softer side of sex.  I say I assume they were women because people lie out their ass on all these sites, and what you might think is a woman is really a man and vice versa.  

Charles’ first message came a week after the cups down picture.  Like Sally Jean had said, he was polite and didn’t ask her for anything.  His messages would just tell her he’d been thinking about her or about what he was doing when he thought about her, or some other thing that had to do with thinking about her.  He ended each message with the phrase “’til we meet or the world ends”. To me, that last was a bunch of romantic horse shit, but I suppose Sally Jean loved it.

Charles had left too many messages for me to remember them all, so I started a list of significant things he’d mentioned.  After an hour, I knew his bedroom window faced east, and that he lived by an interstate highway and could see the cars and trucks going by from his kitchen.  Another half-hour and I learned his neighbor was a farmer with six of those big blue silos next to his barn.  

An hour later, his message told me the city was building an industrial park just a few miles from his house and he figured that would increase the traffic on the county road where his house was located.  I didn’t find much after that, but I thought I might have enough if I dug into things.

The Nashville newspaper usually carries stories about new industrial development because it looks good that the current administration can attract industry to Tennessee.  A search of their archives from the time period of Charles’ message gave me seven.  Three were within a couple of miles of Interstate 24, so I had a corridor to search.  

The popular web site with satellite images of the globe was my next stop.  I found all three cities with new industrial parks and scanned the surrounding area for blue silos on county roads.  Just outside the second one, I found such a farm with one house trailer on a lot next to it.   The third city didn’t have any such thing, so I figured if Charles was telling Sally Jean the truth, I knew where he lived.  

It was only about thirty miles from Nashville, so the next day I drove over and found the farm and house trailer.  After writing down the street number on the mailbox in front of the trailer, I used my cell phone to run it through the phone book search site I subscribe to.  A Charles Seymour lived in the house trailer.

I always carry several things that let me plan on the fly, and I needed a couple of them now.  First was a clipboard with a few official looking forms.  The second was a business card that identified me as working for a polling company out of Atlanta.  With both of these, I drove in the driveway of the trailer and walked up the steps of the little deck in front of the door.

The woman who answered my knock wasn’t what I’d expected.  She was probably a little under five-feet, and looked wider than she was tall.  The flowered mumu she wore wasn’t big enough to hide much including the fact that her tits had stopped growing about a hundred and fifty pounds ago.  Her hair was done up in one of those ponytails that aren’t long enough to hang down and stuck out the back of her head like the tail feathers on a duck’s ass.  Her voice sounded like fingernails on a blackboard.

“Whadda you want?”

“Uh, yes, well, I’m Jerry, from the Atlanta Poll Center.  I’m sure you’ve heard of us.”

I handed her the business card.

“We’ve been hired by the county to find out the community’s opinion of the new industrial park, and I want to ask you and your husband…that is, if you have a husband, what you think.”

The woman turned around and yelled,  “Charlie!  Git off that damn computer and gitcher butt out here!”

The man who walked out onto the deck matched the picture Sally Jean had given me, except in her picture, he looked a little bored.  The man in the picture looked happy.  I didn’t have to ask the three questions I’d put together since I already knew I had the right place, but I asked them anyway, just to see what they’d say.  After each question, Charlie would say, “Uh, well”, and then the woman would answer for him.  No, they didn’t like the industrial park because it was too close and would cause more traffic on their road.  No, they didn’t think the city needed more jobs because Charlie already had one at the sewer plant.  No, they didn’t think more jobs in the community would benefit them at all since Charlie wouldn’t be getting a raise.

I assured them the results of the survey would be published in about three months, thanked them, and left.  When I got back to my office, I called Sally Jean and set up an appointment to give her my results at four the next Wednesday.


Audrey gave me a funny look when I walked in the door of Joe’s that night.  When she brought my scotch, she smiled and said, “Here you go, Stud.”

“What was that for?”

“Well, you banged Gloria twice last night didn’t you?”

“No.  It was once last night and once this morning, if it’s any of your business, and this morning, it was her banging me, not the other way around.”

“Whatever.  You still slept with my friend, and I’m not sure I like it.”

“You said you two weren’t…together.”

“We aren’t.  I just know men and I don’t want her to get hurt.  She’s already talking about the next time.  Is there gonna be a next time?”

“I don’t know.  Depends on Gloria, I suppose, and she’s my friend too, remember?”

“Well, you better treat her right.  I wouldn’t like it if you did anything to hurt her, and you better believe you’d regret it.  Oh, here she comes with your dinner.”

Gloria was all smiles.  She was also a lot more friendly, friendly meaning she pushed her left breast into my shoulder when she sat down my food, and then lightly scratched my back when she asked if I needed anything else.  When I said I was fine for now, Gloria stroked my cheek and then swayed her hips all the way back to the kitchen.

“See what you did to her?”, said Audrey.  “She’s infatuated with you, or at least with your cock.  I’d never have believed you could do that to a woman.”

I chuckled.

“You aren’t jealous, are you?”

“Of Gloria?  Hell no.  I learned from my ex that getting fucked in bed means you get fucked every other way too.  I don’t need a cock to make me feel good, not a real one anyway.”

“Well, I just think it was going to that club that set her off.  She’ll be the same Gloria in a day or so.”

“I hope so, but if she isn’t, you remember what I said about what’ll happen if you hurt her.”

I was pretty sure I would regret doing anything to piss off Audrey, and I wasn’t about to find out for sure.  If Gloria wanted more from me, I’d do my best to make sure she stayed happy.  If not, well, we could still be friends.

After I ate, I went back to my office for another try at figuring out how to catch Doris doing something a bad back shouldn’t allow.  There were several possibilities, each of which would get me the pictures or video that proved she was faking.  I could talk my way into her house and plant a few wireless video cameras.  I could find someplace high enough to see over her fence and take pictures if her nurse aka boyfriend brought her outside to play. I could get my evidence that way, but it wouldn’t be allowed in court.

The problem was that you can take all the pictures and video you want of someone in public without their consent.  You can take them in private too, but they won’t be admissible as evidence without a signed release from the parties being photographed.  Her lawyer had almost certainly told her not to sign anything until he looked at it, so I had to get Doris in public and standing up or walking to prove she wasn’t really hurt.  It wouldn’t hurt if I could figure out how to get her name on a release either.

With nothing else to consider, I typed Doris’ name into my browser to see if anything popped up.  The only thing I found was her page on one of the social media sites, but there was a wealth of information there along with a ton of pictures of Doris doing what she liked to do in her spare time, well, other than going to Jack and Jill and whatever she did with her “private nurse”.

The pictures weren’t much help.  They were all of Doris with her two cats, or Doris with her Christmas tree, and a bunch of just Doris in places around Nashville.  The written postings were more informative.  

Doris had written a lot about how she’d love to go to Florida in the winter to get away from the cold and see the ocean.  She’d even put in a couple of pictures of her in a bikini with the comment she’d look better with a nice tan.  Her preference was Miami, but she’d settle for anywhere with a nice hotel and a lot of sun and sand.  The only thing stopping her from going was money.  Her job as a bank teller didn’t pay enough to take her to Florida and still make ends meet.  I thought I could give her some hope there, and also prove she wasn’t really hurt.

It didn’t take long to put together a brochure for the small hotel in Miami.  All I had to do was cut and paste from a couple of hotel websites and I had pictures of the rooms and people on the beach in front of the hotel.  With a little editing of a picture from another website, I had the outside of the hotel complete with palm trees and a canopy over the entrance.  The canopy said “Chateau Mystique”.  I thought that was appropriate.

The brochure explained that Chateau Mystique was an older hotel with new owners who had spared no expense to bring it up to the standards of the other hotels on the beach.  They offered rates comparable to the other hotels in the area, and promised a stay at Chateau Mystique would be a little bit of tropical heaven.  There was the same legal stuff and disclaimers the other hotels used attached to the back page.

The brochure was part of the bait.  The other part was the free trip to Florida Doris had won without knowing it.  I had to be careful here.  Most people realize that there’s no such thing as free anything.  If Doris was smart enough to be a bank teller, she was smart enough to know that, so I wasn’t going to try to convince Doris it was free.  I was going to convince Doris that “free” would cost her a little time, but no money.

The letter I typed next was on the stationery of Burke Advertising And Promotions.  It stated that Burke had been hired by Chateau Mystique to advertise the hotel in major cities all over the southeast.  It went on to explain that while many couples vacation in Miami, Chateau Mystique believed there was a market for single people that was untapped.  To attract this group of people, Chateau Mystique wanted a new brochure showing how single women and men could meet at the hotel, have fun, and maybe find that special someone.

According to my letter, Burke had searched the social websites for people who’s personality seemed to fit what Chateau Mystique wanted, and who looked good in a bathing suit.  They also sorted people based on those who either had taken vacations to Florida or people who had expressed an interest in doing so.  Because she fit their profile well, Burke had selected her to participate in a special program.

The offer was that the hotel would fly her to Miami and give her a free week at the hotel.  She just had to agree to have pictures of her be part of their new brochure.  There would be pictures of her on the beach in the bathing suit of her choice, pictures of her dressed up and eating and dancing with a very good looking guy or two, and some romantic shots of her and a guy on the beach at sunrise and at night.  Included in the letter were sample pictures I cut and pasted out of some dating websites.

Doris was in the phone book, so that was a logical and believable way for me to make the next contact and dangle my bait a little closer.  At the bottom of the letter was the statement that a representative of Burke would contact her by phone within a week to confirm an appointment to discuss her participation in the program.  The statement also included the disclaimer that should she not show for the appointment, if she wasn’t able to pose for the photographs, or if she didn’t truly fit the profile for which Burke was looking, the offer was null and void.

I signed the letter with “Howard R. Burke”, President, Burke Advertising And Promotions.

Now, I probably stretched the law just a little, I suppose.  There really is a Burke Advertising in Nashville.  It’s just not Burke Advertising “And Promotions”.  The president is Howard Burke, just not with an “R”.  I could probably be sued over the letter and the offer if Burke ever found out, but I doubted that would happen.  Besides, I needed Doris to think there was really such a firm and that they could have sent the letter.  If she looked up either Burke Advertising or Howard Burke, she’d find them.

After printing off a matching envelope, I turned in for the night.  It was a little difficult going to sleep.  I kept having this vision of Gloria’s big breasts swinging over my face as she rode my cock.


The next morning, I dropped by the post office and sent the letter to Doris via certified mail.  People will throw away a letter like this if it’s delivered as regular mail.  If they have to sign for it, they’ll usually believe it’s real.

What I needed now was a place to meet Doris where she’d feel safe getting out of her wheelchair and walking.  That requirement eliminated most of the places I could rent for a week because they were too public.  I found what I needed at the “Come On Inn” and rented the room on the end of the row.  It’s one of the little motels that used to dot the highways around Nashville before the big chains moved it.  Unlike almost most of the others, it hadn't become low income housing for seniors or turned into a bedroom for couples who had a reason to hide for their playtime.  

The owners were an older couple who’d kept the place in fair condition.  The rate was cheap and attracted a lot of would-be musicians and singers, but they wouldn’t bother us.  They work at night and sleep all day.  Doris might suspect the location, but I had a reason that would probably satisfy her.  All I needed now was a woman helper.  Women sometimes won’t trust a man no matter how convincing he is.  They’ll usually trust another woman as long as that woman seems sincere and spends some time talking about things other than the real subject at hand.  I thought I knew just the woman I needed, if she’d agree to do it.  

That night, I went to Joe’s as usual, and when Audrey brought my scotch, I asked her to sit down and talk with me.  After explaining what I wanted her to do, she chuckled.

“Is this going to end up with me getting fucked twice?  If it is, you can go fuck yourself twice instead.”

“No, that was …uh…a special case.  What I need is a woman who’s no-nonsense but can talk to another woman and make that woman believe what she’s saying.  I think you can do that.  Do you have a business suit?”

I got the return for my certified letter on Monday, and on Wednesday afternoon, Audrey came to my office to make the first contact with Doris.  I had a prepared script so she wouldn’t have to make up anything.  She’d only have to jump around with my “facts” depending on what questions Doris asked.  I keyed in the number on my special cell phone, the one that just displays “outside caller” on any caller ID display, and set it on “speaker”. The phone rang six times before a woman’s voice said “hello”.

Audrey was using her normal voice, but she sounded a lot like a busy executive and that’s what I wanted.

“Yes, may I speak to Doris please?”

“This is Doris.”

“Oh great.  Doris, my name is Audrey and I work for Burke Advertising And Promotions.  I believe you received our certified letter on Monday?”

“Yes, I did.”

“I wanted to contact you to give you a better explanation of our proposal and to answer any questions you might have.  If you agree, we’ll set up a time for a personal interview.  Do you have time now, or should I call back?”

“No, I have time.”

“Fantastic.  Well, as the letter stated, we represent Chateau Mystique in Miami and are developing a new brochure for them.  The brochure is aimed primarily toward single people, and our thought was to search some of the social media sites to find people who fit the requirements we need.  You fit very well, and our committee selected you for an interview.”

“I know.  It said you’re giving me a free trip.  So what do I have to buy to get this free trip?”

Audrey sort of struck out on her own then, and I had to hope for the best.  I wouldn’t get another chance at Doris with a scam like this.

“I understand why you would think that, Doris. because I know exactly what you mean.  I get these free offers all the time.  They fill up my mailbox.  They fill up my email.  They’re a pain in the butt, if you ask me.  Did you get the email about the free facial cream?  The one that all you have to pay is fifty dollars shipping and handling?  What kind of idiots to they take us for anyway?”

“I didn’t get that one yet.”

Audrey was on a roll.

“Then there’s the one offering a free dinner at some fancy restaurant.  All you have to do is show up and listen to a two-hour sales pitch for a condo in Arizona, while you’re eating no less.

“The best one so far is the one where you sign up for this website for a dollar and it lets you print off coupons for groceries and all sorts of stuff you have to buy all the time.  You get the coupons, but if you don’t read carefully, you miss the part where they charge your credit card thirty dollars a month until you cancel.  It took me six months to get them to cancel mine, so don’t fall for it.”

“I won’t.
 
“Good, but I thought you were smart enough not to anyway.  Now about our proposal.  You aren’t buying anything Doris.  In reality, we’re buying something from you.  We’re buying a little of your time while you’re at Chateau Mystique, and we’re buying the right to publish the pictures we take of you while you’re there.  You won’t even have to pose for most of them.  We’ll have a roving photographer walking around and taking pictures of you and the other people having fun.  I’m looking right now at your page where you posted the picture of yourself in a bikini.  You’ll be perfect for the brochure.”

“What else do I have to do?  That can’t be all of it.”

“You have to have a good time and we might ask you to write a comment on your stay.  Is that too much?”

“No, I suppose not.  You say there’s an interview I have to go to?”

“Yes, we have to see you in person.  The reason is…well, you wouldn’t believe how some people lie on those social media sites.  Just last week, I interviewed a guy we selected based partly on his picture.  He was a real hunk, if you know what I mean, all tanned muscles and deep dark eyes, and really nice hair and…well, just between us girls, let’s say that judging by the bulge in his swim trunks, he would have been a lot of fun.”

Audrey giggled, something I’d never heard her do before.  

“Turns out, the guy copied the pic off a gay website and posted it as his.  In real life, he had a beer belly and was half-bald.  Needless to say, we turned him down.

“Oh, speaking of that, we’re having a difficult time finding young men who fit our requirements.  They’re all married or not really what we’re looking for.  You don’t happen to have a friend who’s tall, dark, and handsome, do you?  A big bulge in his trunks would be nice, but not a requirement.  I don’t like guys who are really big anyway.  It’s sort of, well, uncomfortable, if you know what I mean.”

“I do.  I have a boyfriend.  He looks like that.  He’s not too big, I don’t think.”

“Well, bring him along when you come for your interview and we’ll see.  You both might get a trip.  That would be nice, wouldn’t it?  I wish I could take my boyfriend down there with me.  It’s so romantic on the beach at night.

“Now, let’s see, hmmm, I show Thursday at one as open.  Does that work for you?”

Doris said it was fine.

“Good.  Thursday at one it is.  We’re located in room twenty-six at the Come On Inn.  It’s just off Old Hickory on Route Eleven.  The room is on the end, and our sign will be on the door.  Be there a little before one, OK, oh, and bring a nice dress with heels and a swimsuit.  We need current pictures of you.  After talking with you, I’m sure you’re real, but, as I said, sometimes people lie on those social sites and we have to be sure.”

Doris seemed a little troubled, but I’d expected that.

“I don’t know.  That doesn’t seem like the right place for an interview.  Shouldn’t it be in your office?”  

“Yes, you would think that unless you understand how these things work.  If we’d located at our office, or at a big hotel where some companies have interviews, word would get out about our program, and we’d have every modeling agency in Nashville knocking on our door.  We don’t want models.  We want real people, real people just like you, Doris.

“Instead, we chose a very small place, but don’t have any concerns about the location.  We did a lot of research before selecting it.  You won’t see them because they’re that good at what they do, but we have a private security company on site too.  It’s as safe as your bedroom, and you won’t have to pay to park.  I hope we’ll see you, and I hope you’ll join our little group.”

“I don’t know.  I’ll have to think about it.  When would I go to Florida?”

“We’ve scheduled the trip for the first week of January.  The holidays will be over, and it’s not too hot in Florida then.  That way, we won’t have a bunch of sweaty people in our pictures, and it’ll be a great chance to get away from the cold weather in Nashville.  I’m looking forward to being there myself.  Sometimes in January, I just can’t seem to get warm no matter how many clothes I put on.  I just want to stay in bed all day.”

“Me too.  January sounds really nice.  I always wanted to go to Miami in the winter.”

“Now’s your chance, Doris.  It’s a great opportunity and all you have to do is be at the interview.  If you decide not to come for the interview, or not to go after that, please just call us.  We have a few backup women we can interview.  They’re not as close to what we want as you are, but we have to have enough people for our brochure, now don’t we?”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything to have the interview.”

“Great.  I’ll see you on Thursday then.  You have a wonderful day, Doris.”

After I pressed the screen on the phone and ended the call, Audrey burst out laughing.

“Do you believe the load of bull shit we just fed that poor girl?”

“All that’s important is that she believes it.  Besides, it was carefully crafted bull shit.  We offered her something she wanted, said we were going to pay her for giving it to her, and we said we had an alternate if she didn’t want it.  When you dangle a juicy bait and then threaten to take it away like you just did, most people will bite.  We’ll just have to see if she does or not.  You were great, by the way.  I liked the way you talked to her about the free stuff.  I think it made her trust you.  I hope so anyway.”

Now all we could do was wait.  In the meantime, I went to the Come On Inn and asked if they could take out the bed and replace it with a couch.  It cost me an extra fifty, but we needed the room to set up the camera and a backdrop, and besides, an interview in a hotel room with a bed might seem more like an audition for a porn film to Doris.

 

That Tuesday, I went to the Come On Inn and set up my video cameras.  They’re small and transmit to a receiver I’d have in my car during Doris’ interview.  The clock radio I replaced in the room had a small concealed camera in the clock face, as did the second smoke detector I stuck to the ceiling with double stick tape.  One tiny camera went in one of the fake plants I’d brought, and there was another taped to the tripod on which our supposedly official camera would sit.

On Thursday morning, I’d put one facing each way Doris could walk to get from the parking lot to the room, and another I’d hide just to the right of the door in some bushes.  For now, I’d just have to test the cameras inside the room.

I turned everything on and walked all around room saying “test, test, test”.  Then, I went to my car and checked the recordings.  Everything looked good, and the audio was clear enough I’d be able to understand what Doris was saying.  I turned everything off and went back to my office.  Gloria was off on Tuesdays, so I had Chinese for dinner instead.  A nice double scotch in my office afterward made me sleepy so I turned in.  The visions of Gloria didn’t last as long as the night before.

Wednesday morning I didn’t have much to do, so I did just that.  A couple of movies took up most of the morning, and I took a nap after a lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  At about two-thirty, I sat down in my office to wait for Sally Jean’s appointment.  

She got there at five ‘til, and she looked nervous.  I asked her to take a seat in front of my desk.  Before I could start my report, she asked, “Did you find Charles?”

“Yes, I found him.”

“Well, where is he?  Is he all right?”

“He seemed healthy, if that’s what you mean.”

“Well, that’s good.  Where does he live?  I want to go see him.”

I’d thought about how to say this a dozen times.  Nothing I came up with seemed right so I decided to just lay it out of her.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.  Charles is married.”

“Married?  He said he was single.”

“Well, Sally Jean, lots of people lie on those dating sites.  Some are married men and women looking for an affair.  Some lie about their age.  Some post pictures of other people they think are better looking then they are.”

“But he seemed so nice.”

“I think he probably is a nice guy, and I don’t think he wanted to hurt you.  I think that’s why he hasn’t responded to your messages.  He couldn’t say he couldn’t see you again without hurting you, so he just stopped communicating.”

“But why would he do that in the first place?”

“Well, not every married man is happy with the arrangement.  Maybe he was just looking for a little excitement.”

“So Charles isn’t happy?”

“I don’t really know, but he’s not in much of a position to do anything about it.  I don’t think he has enough money for a divorce even if he wanted one.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“No.  Actually, I didn’t talk to Charles.  His wife seems to do all his talking for him.”

Sally Jean looked mad.

“So where does that leave me?”

“Well, you paid me to find him and I did.  Here’s his address, but I’d advise you not to go there.  It would just cause you more grief, and probably cause trouble for him too.  Maybe someone else on your dating site will contact you.  There are other sites too.  Maybe you just need to branch out a little.”

“What I need right now is to think.  I might still go see him.  I don’t know.”

I said she could always call me if she needed anything, and Sally Jean left.  I didn’t like having to talk her out of what she thought she wanted, but I didn’t think going to see Charles would do anything except hurt her more.  With any luck, she would come to the same conclusion.  That’s what I told Audrey that night, and she agreed with me, sort of.

“So, let me get this straight.  He’s married, talks your client into meeting him, fucks her twice and then disappears?”

“That’s condensed a lot, but it’s basically what happened.

“And you tried to talk her out of going to see him, right?”

“Yeah.  I thought that would be a mistake she’d regret.”

“She probably would, but if it was me, I’d get some satisfaction of telling his wife what he’d done.”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea either.  She’d make at least four of you, and she looked mean as hell.  I’m sure she’d make him suffer, but I wouldn’t put it past her to whip your ass too.”

Audrey sighed.

“See why I don’t like men, well, except for you?  They’re all bastards.  You’re a bastard most of the time too, but you make up for it once in a while.  Are we still set up for tomorrow?”

About then, Gloria brought my burger basket.

“Audrey says she’s gonna help you out again tomorrow.  I could help out too.”

“Not this time.  You’re not the right person for this one, but I promise you can help out again.  Probably soon.”

Gloria grinned.

“When I do, will it end like the last time?  I liked the way the last time ended.”

“We’ll see.”

“OK, but if Audrey gets the same thing, I’m gonna be jealous.”

I looked at Audrey.   Her eyes said she’d probably castrate me with a rusty fork if I said anything that might mean she’d end up in bed with me.

“Uh…I doubt it.  You won’t have to be jealous.”

“OK, just remember about me helping you out again.”  Gloria scratched her left breast.  “I’m just itching to help you out, if you know what I mean.”

Well, I did know, and it had me a little worried.  If I kept on fucking Gloria, it was sure to make Audrey upset and I’d lose a very good friend.  If I didn’t keep fucking Gloria, I’d probably lose her as a friend.  

At least I had some time to think.  To keep a PI license in Tennessee, you have to take a class on current law as it relates to private investigators at least once a year.  My class was that Friday and Saturday in Chattanooga.  As soon as we finished with Doris’ interview, I’d tear down my stuff and head south.  I wouldn’t be back until Sunday afternoon, and Joe’s is closed on Sundays.


Friday morning, I drove over to the Come On Inn and set up the outside cameras.  They all checked out fine, as did the inside ones.  I taped the printed sign saying Burke Advertising And Promotions to the door, and then checked everything one more time.  At about eleven, I met Audrey for lunch at a fast food place.  By twelve we were in the room and I was going over what she needed to do and say.

“Now, Doris is gonna be a little nervous at first because she’s risking a lot by just showing up.  You’ll need to talk to her and calm her down somehow, so just do what you did on the phone and play along with her.  Once she gets comfortable, I’ll start taking pictures.  You’ll have to introduce me, of course, but don’t pay too much attention to me.  I’m just a flunky hired to take pictures.  You probably should boss me around a little.”

Audrey grinned.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Now, after we finish taking the pictures, it’s important that she sign the release.  You’ll have to lie to her, but that’s legal as long as you give it to her to read.  What she needs to hear is that the release covers any pictures we take at the hotel.  What it actually says is that I can use any pictures or video I take of her anytime between this morning and the end of January.  The print is really small, so I doubt she’ll read it.  She might say something about having her lawyer look at it though.”

“So what should I tell her?”

“Tell her you can’t wait, and that if she won’t sign, you’ll withdraw the offer.”

“That sounds pretty harsh.”

“You can dress it up any way you want, but she has to understand it’s the release or nothing.  If she doesn’t sign, I’ll only have video of her walking to give the insurance company that they can use in court.  Don’t worry.  If she comes this far, she’s not likely to stop because of a piece of paper she thinks doesn’t mean anything until she’s at the hotel.  She’ll figure she’ll have the lawsuit settled by then and it won’t matter.”

Audrey went to change and I put on my nerd cameraman glasses and ball cap turned around backwards.  Then, I turned on all the hidden cameras and made sure the recorder in my car was working.  I was setting up the still camera when Audrey came out of the bathroom.

“Well, do I look like you wanted?”

She was about as perfect as she could get.  The grey business suit and white lace trimmed blouse were perfect.  So were the nylons and practical-height high heels.  Her hair was done up in a bun, and somewhere, she’d gotten some fake, black-rimmed glasses.  She was the model of a female corporate VP, and a wet dream for lovers of at least half a dozen fetishes that I could think of off-hand.

“Audrey, you look great, even sexy in a sort of strong female, don’t fuck with me, kinda way.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“You’ll do fine.  We need to start watching for her now.”

At about two minutes to one, the car I recognized as belonging to Doris’ boyfriend drove into the parking lot.  He drove slowly while he looked for the room number, and when he saw my sign, he pulled into a parking space a few doors down.  I could just see the car through the small separation I made in the room curtains and it looked like he was alone.

The boyfriend got out and spent at least a minute scanning the parking lot and up and down the row of rooms, then opened the passenger side door.  Doris raised up from where she’d been lying in the back seat, and wiggled her way out.

Doris was not only walking to the room.  She was carrying a huge bag that I assumed were her clothes, though I could have stayed a week with a smaller bag.  I backed away from the window and took my seat behind the still camera.

Audrey waited almost twenty seconds before answering the knock on the door.  She was all smiles when she invited them into the room.

“You must be Doris.  It’s so nice to meet you.  And this is?”

“Tommy”, said Dois.

“It’s good to meet you too, Tommy.  I was so hoping you’d both come.  Come in and have a seat on the couch.”  She turned and yelled at me.  “Jerry!  Come get this girl’s bag.”

I thought her voice was a little harsh, but I jumped up, said “yes, ma’am” and walked over to Doris.  She handed me the bag and I took it to the bathroom door, then sat back down behind my camera.

Audrey took a seat at the desk, fiddled with some papers for a few seconds, and then looked up at Doris.

“You’re exactly the type of person we were looking for Doris, and after seeing you in person, I can tell my management that you’re real.  We do, however, still have to take the pictures we talked about over the phone.  Did you bring a nice dress?”

“Yes.  I had a black one I think will work.”

“Well, let’s get you changed so we can get started.  While you’re getting ready, I’ll talk to Tommy here about our program.”

Audrey explained to Tommy the things I’d put in the letter to Doris, and also what they’d talked about over the phone.  Tommy didn’t seem to be extremely bright, but I guess servicing Doris probably didn’t require any math except one goes into one a whole bunch of times.  His answers tended to be “yup” or “nope”.  I suppose Audrey crossing and uncrossing her legs in front of him might have fogged up his thinking just a little, too.

Doris’ dress was short, black, and open enough at the neck that she had to keep pulling it back over her breasts.  I had to admit she looked pretty good, though she was quite a bit young for me.  I tend to stay away from women young enough to be my daughter.

Audrey was being her happy, enthusiastic character again.

“Wow, girl…just wait until my management sees you.  Let’s take a few pictures of you now.  We don’t need many, just enough to show what you look like now.  Then you can change into your suit and we’ll take the rest.  After that, we’ll be all done.”

Audrey pointed to me.

“By the way, this is Jerry, my photographer.  He doesn’t look like much, but he takes great pictures.”

Audrey looked at me in silence for a few seconds.

“Jerry?   Are you ready?”

I quickly stood up.  “Yes, Ma’am.”

Audrey spoke in low tones through her clenched teeth.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ms. Cunningham, not Ma’am?  I’m not your grandmother.  Now make yourself useful and take some pictures of this beautiful girl.”

I took a couple frontals, three of each side, and a couple of her looking over her shoulder from the back.  Audrey said that was good enough, and asked Doris to change into her swimsuit.  She also asked Tommy if he’d brought a suit.  He said no, but asked if maybe his boxer shorts would work.  Audrey agreed, and while Doris was changing, I shot half a dozen of Tommy in his boxers.  About the time we finished, Doris came out of the bathroom, and almost came out of her suit.

It was one of those bikinis that’s two triangles attached to each other with lots of string for the bra, and one triangle with lots of string for the thong bottom.  The triangles on top were small enough a lot of her breasts spilled out the sides.  The one over her crotch kind of got lost in the forest of hair between Doris’ thighs, so it was hard to see how much it really covered.

Audrey didn’t skip a beat.

“Wow, girl, you’re gonna knock their socks off at Chateau Mystique.  We do need to…uh…trim the shrubbery a little though.  You’ll take care of that before January, won’t you?”

Doris blushed a little but said she would.

“Good, now Jerry…Jerry!  Are you asleep or what? Get your camera ready.”

I was starting to feel a little abused.

“Yes, Ma…Ms. Cunningham.”

I took the same shots of Doris in her almost bikini that I had of her in the dress.  Audrey said she wanted a couple more, because she didn’t have any of Tommy in dress clothes.

“We need to give my management enough that they’ll want Tommy.  With all those muscles, I know he’ll look great in anything, but we might as well show them how he’ll look with a girl.  Tommy, can you bend over with your hands on your knees.  That’s right, just like that.  Now, Doris, You bend over Tommy and put your arms around his tummy.  Yes, just like that.  Now both of you, smile like you’re having fun.”

We took half a dozen more of Doris in poses with Tommy that would have been impossible if she’d injured her back.  I wished I’d thought of doing that.  I was glad Audrey did.

When I took the last shot, Audrey said we were done except for some paperwork, and told Doris she could go change.  When she came back out in the sweats she’d worn in, Audrey asked them both to sit down again.

“Honestly, Doris, I love the pictures of you, and it’ll be just a formality for my management to approve you.  I don’t think Tommy has much to worry about either.  You’ll both be getting the legal notice in about two weeks and your plane tickets about the first of December.  By the first Monday in January, you’ll be stretched out on the beach and enjoying the sun.  

I do need you to do one more thing for me.  If we weren’t on such a tight schedule, I’d prefer to give you a little more time, but next week we’re in Chattanooga, the week after that is Atlanta, then Birmingham, Little Rock, Memphis, Louisville, Lexington…I could go on and on, but the point is I only have today left in Nashville, and I need to get you to sign this release.

“It’s the standard photo release that everybody in the industry uses, and says you agree to let us use the pictures we take at the hotel in the new brochure.  It’s nothing thousands of models and actresses haven’t signed before.  I’m sorry to have to rush you, but I really have no choice.  We’re leaving right after this interview, and I have to witness your and Tommy’s signatures.  If you both could read this and then sign where I’ve put the blue “X”, Jerry and I will witness it and you’ll be all set.”

Tommy glanced at his, scribbled his signature on the bottom, and handed it back to Audrey.  As I thought she might, Doris tried to stall.

“Can’t I take this home to read, and then mail it to you.”

Audrey was still smiling but the tone of her voice sounded just a little irritated and she spoke her words with a little space between each one.

“Doris, Honey, as I said before, I have to witness you signing.  That means I have to watch you move the pen around to write your name.  I can’t very well watch you if you’re here and I’m in Chattanooga, now can I?”

“No.  But I just don’t like making quick decisions.”

Audrey sounded like she was now losing her patience.

“Doris, the decision is yours to make, not mine.  Tommy has signed his release, so he’ll be sunning those gorgeous muscles on the beach in January.  I’m sure he’ll have lots of women who want to lay in the sun with him and do anything more he might be uh…up for, shall we say.  You don’t have to sign the release, but if you don’t sign it, right now, before we leave for Chattanooga, there will be nothing I can do except tell my management they need to look for someone else.

“That means while Tommy is in Florida soaking up the sun, you’ll be here in Nashville trying to keep warm all by yourself.  I know which I would choose, but that’s just me.  If you sign, you and Tommy will have a very romantic week.”

Audrey paused then and her smile was almost evil.

“If you don’t, perhaps Tommy and I will have one.”

I could tell Doris was struggling, but I was pretty sure she was going to give in.  The thought of Tommy with another woman, and especially with Audrey, seemed to upset her a lot.  She looked at Tommy, then at the release, then back at Audrey.  Audrey was playing the corporate exec then, with her mouth in a firm line and her eyes open and waiting.  When Doris took the pen from Tommy and signed the release, Audrey became the happy hostess again.

“Well, I’m so glad we got that out of the way.  Now remember what I said.  In a couple of weeks you’ll get the formal notification along with a reservation number.  About the first of December, you’ll get the plane tickets, and right after the first of the year, you’ll be winging your way to a week in the sun.  Oh, the new brochures will be out in about two months.  I’ll make sure both of you get several of them for your friends.  Now you two get out of here and go celebrate like you deserve to do.  Jerry and I have to go to Chattanooga.”

As their car pulled away, Audrey chuckled.

“You know, Doris is pretty sharp, but that boyfriend of hers is dumb as a box of rocks.  That release could have said I could have his cock and balls on a silver platter and he’d still have signed it.  What’d you think of that dress of hers?  If her boobs had been any bigger, there’s no way they would have stayed inside there.  And her bikini…and that bush?  I almost asked you to go find a hedge trimmer.”

“Uh…well, other than it was pretty small, the bikini was fine.  The hair was a bit much, I admit, but I’m not really biased either way.

“You know, Audrey, you did a damn fine job with both of them.  I’m proud of you.  You’re a natural con man…er…woman.  I think you overdid the bossing thing a little though.”

She giggled.

“It was fun bossing you around.  I could get to like it, I think.”

“Well, don’t get your hopes up.  I don’t take bossing very well.”

“Jerry, you know very well I’d never do that for real.  I like you too much…most of the time.”

I finished breaking down my equipment, tossed it all in the car and headed for Chattanooga.  Audrey went back to Joe’s and I figured a long conversation with Gloria.


The seminar in Chattanooga was OK as those classes go.  I didn’t learn much that I didn’t already know, but the credits would let me keep my license.  It was over on Saturday evening, but I stayed an extra night.  For some reason, sitting in a conference room listening to some lawyer talk about what’s legal and what isn’t is tiring for me.  I needed a little scotch and a lot of rest after two days of that.  

On Sunday morning, I drove back to Nashville, unloaded the cameras and recorder from my car, and sat down to review the recordings.  Since I’d checked everything twice, I knew they would be fine, and they were.  I copied most of them, including the one of Doris bending double to get out of Tommy’s car, the one of her carrying the bag of clothes to the room, and the pictures of her bending over Tommy’s back.  

After scanning the releases from Tommy and Doris, I attached those and the copies of the videos and pictures in an email to Garret along with my billing statement.  If Garret needed the originals, they’d contact me for them, but I figured once Doris’ lawyer saw the videos and pictures, he’d drop the case like a handful of warm dog shit.

About six that evening, there was a knock on my office door.  I’m not open for business on Sundays, but sometimes a client can’t wait and I can’t afford to lose their business either.  When I opened the door, there was Sally Jean in a T-shirt and jeans, and carrying two sacks.

“Sally Jean.  What brings you to my office?”

“Did you eat yet?”

“No.  I usually eat about seven.  Why?”

“Because I bought this stuff from the Chinese place down the block.  Hope you like kung pow chicken.”

“Well, I do, but that doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“Let’s eat and then I’ll tell you.  You got any ice?  I brought some vodka and orange juice too.”

The chicken was good, just this side of spontaneous combustion, but good.  So was my scotch.  Sally Jean seemed to like her screwdrivers too, because a fourth of the bottle of vodka was gone by the time she pushed the cardboard box away and groaned.

“I ate too much, but it was good.”

I chuckled.

“I know.  I’ve had Mrs. Yang’s kung pow chicken before.  I’ll feel how good it was again in a couple of days, too.”

“How…?”  Sally Jean giggled.  “oh, that…yeah, I suppose I will too.”

“So, Sally Jean, why are you here.”

“I thought about what you said about going to see Charles, but I went anyway, this morning about ten.  I guess I just had to see for myself.  You didn’t tell me everything, Jerry.  You left out the worst parts.”

“Well, some of what I saw didn’t seem important to what you asked for, and I figured it wouldn’t help you to know them anyway.”

“I appreciate what you tried to do.  I might still have driven out there if you’d told me, but at least I would have known what to expect.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“No.  I lost my nerve when I saw Charles and his wife out in the yard.  My God, she’s huge.  I could make three whole dresses out of one of her mumu things, maybe even four.  Anyway, I just parked a ways down their road and watched what they were doing.”

“And that was…?”

“She was bending over, working in a flower bed I think, and turned and said something to Charles.  He walked up behind her and put his hand on her big bottom.  After a while, he put his hand all the way up inside her mumu and I could see him moving it up and down and in and out.  She liked what he what he was doing to her a lot, I guess, because she stopped working and got down on her hands and knees.

“That was almost more than I cared to watch, so I started to leave.  That’s when Charles dropped his pants and had sex with her right there on the grass.  It was…well right there in the open…just…ugh.  I did leave then.

“When I got back home I did a little research.  Did you know that some men really love really, really big women?  I didn’t.  I guess Charles is one of those men.  Sometimes they like being bossed around too, so if she answered for him when you talked to them, he’s probably that way too.  I think maybe he wanted to see how a smaller woman would be, and I fell for his line.  Anyway, I’m over him for good.”

“Well, I’m glad you found some sort of end to this thing, even if it wasn’t a happy one.  You still didn’t tell me why you’re here.”

“I cried a little at first, but then I remembered you said you’d help me if I needed anything.  Well, I need something else.”

“Not another boyfriend you need me to track down, I hope.”

“Not exactly.  You know my Aunt Gloria, don’t you?  Works as the cook at a bar called Joe’s something or other?  When I told her about Charles, she said I should talk to you, so I did.  She didn’t mention that?  No?  That’s odd.”

“I know a Gloria, but she’s a little young to be your aunt, I think.”

“No, she’s my aunt.  We were the youngest girls in the whole family, so she’s always been more like my big sister than my aunt.  Sisters don’t have many secrets from each other.  Neither do Aunt Gloria and I.”

Sally Jean reached down and pulled her T-shirt over her head.  I thought the white lace bra contrasted nicely with her tan.  She wasn’t as big as Gloria, but what there was looked really firm and squeezable.

“Aunt Gloria told me you helped her out when she thought she might be a lesbian.  I need you to help me out because I need to feel like I’m still desirable.”

She unhooked her bra and let it slide from her shoulders.  The two long nipples I’d seen in her picture stuck out all dark pink and with little wrinkles on the sides.

“Aunt Gloria says you like big boobs.  Mine aren’t all that big, but my nipples are bigger than hers and they’re really sensitive.”  She pushed them down over her breasts with her thumbs and then let her thumbs slide down.  When her nipples slipped out, they popped back up just a little longer and as stiff as pencil erasers.  “Come here and see for yourself.”

“Sally Jean, I think you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not.  I’m feeling really good, but I’m not drunk.  If I was drunk I’d just go to sleep…like I’ve been doing every night since Charles left.  I figured it was time to stop that, so I’m here instead.  Now come here before I call Aunt Gloria and tell her you tried to take advantage of me after I drank too much.”

Sally Jean smiled, but the smile was wicked.

“I’d do that, you know, and Aunt Gloria would believe me.  Now, come on.  I’ll enjoy it and so will you if you cooperate.”

I don’t believe in much, but I do believe in fate.  As beliefs go, it’s a pretty good one, because it lets me rationalize just about anything, including fucking Sally Jean like I was going to do.  After all, there’s only so much of a sensuous, excited woman a man can take before he has to do what nature designed him to do.  Fate knows this and keeps putting sensuous, excited women in my path and then keeps on urging me to do what I want to do.  I think it all evens out in the end, somehow.

Sally Jean was right.  Her breasts were really sensitive, and touching her long, stiff nipples was like touching her with a cattle prod.  After only a few soft squeezes and a little rubbing on those rubbery nubs, Sally was panting and digging for my cock.  I had to almost carry her back to my bed, and once I got her there, she started wiggling her ass out of her jeans.  She finally got them and the little red thong panty off, then started unbuckling my pants.

I got myself undressed, though it was difficult with Sally Jean trying to get my cock out of my shorts.  As soon as she did, she started jacking away at my shaft.  I finally got my shirt off, kicked my feet out of my pants, and then laid her back on the bed.  As soon as I got down beside her, Sally Jean pulled me down on top of her, locked her mouth on mine, and grabbed my head with both hands.  I was close to smothering when she pulled my face away and breathed, “Put your cock in me now.”

“Damn, Sally Jean, don’t you believe in foreplay?”

“I’ve been giving myself foreplay with my vibrator all day.  Now get your cock in my pussy and fuck me before I go crazy.”

I guess she and Gloria must have inherited the same genes for cumming fast.  I hadn’t much more than gotten a good rhythm going before she dug her nails into my ass and cried out, “Oh God, its coming now.  Don’t stop.”

I didn’t stop, but it was hard to maintain control.  Her tight little ass was humping up and down like a jackhammer, and her fingers kept slipping between my ass cheeks as she tried to pull my cock deeper inside her.  She finally stopped lifting us both off the bed and sighed.

“Oh, wow.  I really needed that.  Just keep stroking, Honey.  It feels so good.”

My stroking lasted about five minutes before Sally Jean started up the slope again.  I think sucking on her nipples might have had something to do with it, or maybe it was using my fingertip to give her clit a little rub once in a while.  I’m not really sure, but I was sure about the little contractions I was feeling around my cock.  Her tummy also rolled about every other stroke, and then there were these little moans she kept making.  If I sucked her nipple gently and licked the tip, Sally Jean would moan, really low and soft.  If I pinched one between my lips, she moaned louder and rocked her hips a little.  If I bit one gently and then pulled up, the moan became a cry and a rapid up and down rocking of her hips.  

I’m sure she had no control over what her body was doing.  She couldn’t have consciously moved her hips that fast, nor could she have caused the contracting and then relaxing, contracting and relaxing her muscles were doing around my cock.  The only thing Sally Jean seemed to be able to control was her mouth, and she kept telling me what she wanted.

“Kiss my nipples, Honey…ummm…yeah just like that.  Now suck ‘em…harder…oh God yes.. rub my clit…suck again…harder…harder…Bite, Honey, of fuck, bite my nipples and I’ll cum again.”

I did, and we both did.  Well, I shot my cum inside her with about three good shots and a couple dry ones.  Sally Jean just kept cumming, over and over and over.  She’d arch high, gasp out “now”, and shake all over before falling back to the bed.  A minute later and a couple of nips to her nipples, she’d gasp again, lift us both off the bed, and then cry out as she spasms shook her.  She finally stopped when my cock slipped out of her.  She sighed, then laughed and pulled me up to her face.

“Do I seem desirable now?  I feel pretty desirable.”

“Sally Jean, you’re so desirable I don’t think my cock will stand back up for a week.”

Her soft fingers grabbed my soft shaft and gave it a little shake.

“Aw…did I break it?  I guess I’ll just have to fix it then.  Roll over on your back, Honey.”

Sally Jean straddled me, then reached down and spread her pussy lips.  I hadn’t had time to even look at what I was fucking before then, and what I saw was fascinating.  Sally Jean’s mound and lips were shaved which probably made the effect even greater, but those lips were long, slender and swollen with arousal.  When she spread them open with her fingers, her inner lips were just as long and slender, and almost as puffy.

I got the feeling of déjà vu when she carefully lowered herself until her swollen lips were spread out on each side of my cock, and then started to move back and forth, just like Gloria had done.  She was just wet enough from her juices and my cum to let my cock slide through easily, and those lips, now bright pink and almost stiff, rippled like waves as they slipped up over my cock head and then back down.  I didn’t know if Sally Jean had learned this herself, or if Gloria had taught her, but I loved it.

Sally Jean had more staying power than Gloria.  She got wetter as she rubbed my cock, but I was the one getting carried away.  

“Sally Jean, you need to slow down if I’m gonna do you any good.  I’m getting there way too fast.”

She put her index fingertip on the head of my cock and pushed it gently, then giggled.

“Looks like I fixed him though.”

“You’ve just about fixed him to the point of no return.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”

Sally Jean raised her body up and my cock promptly stood at attention.  She turned herself around so her back was to me and then spread her soft, puffy lips again.  When she eased herself up over my cock head, I thought I’d cum right then just from watching.  Slowly, ever so slowly, and with a lot of little moans and hip quivering, Sally Jean lowered herself onto my cock.  When her pink lips bottomed out on the base of my cock, her head rolled to the side and she moaned.

“Oh…Honey…you’re in me so far.  God, but that feels good.”

She sat there for a little while, but not really still.  I could see her hips contract as she tightened her muscles, and I could feel those muscles gripping my cock.  When she began riding me, I was treated to the sight of her long inner lips following my cock up inside her entrance, and then dragging along my shaft as she raised back up.

Her pace was slow and deliberate, slow enough I was feeling some fantastic feelings, but not enough to send me into a spurting fit.  That lasted a couple of minutes before Sally Jean turned enough to look at me.

“I need you to play with my nipples.”

“Then just ease back on my chest and relax”

In that position, my cock wouldn’t reach as far, but after a few adjustments, I was able to rock my hips enough to get a decent stroke.  I didn’t rush her, though as sensitive as her nipples were, it still didn’t take long.  A few light pinches, a little bit of flicking my fingertip over each long, stiff nipple had Sally Jean moaning.  She reached for my right hand and pushed it down her tummy.

“Use your finger, Honey.  I wanna cum so bad.”

Her clit was round and firm except for where her lips met it in a little “v” on the underside.  It was under that little “v” I put my fingertip and gently rubbed up and down.  Sally Jean was soon beginning to writhe her hips against my belly, and that put my cock at all sorts of wonderful angles to her passage.  Between that and the way she started to murmur, I was having to concentrate hard on keeping control.

“Oh… yeah…it’s starting.”

I could tell.  Sally Jean was a lot wetter, and I felt some of that wetness running down over my balls.  I gave her left nipple a little pinch, and she rocked her hips quickly.  Another pinch brought the same along with a few more “Oh’s “, several moans, and her hand moving my fingertip faster.

In a few seconds, Sally Jean stiffened, arched her back, and then cried out and started to shake all over.  I didn’t stop rubbing her clit, even when my cock erupted and filled her full of my cum.  I think she came hard once, then again, and probably one more time.  It was hard to tell since she really didn’t stop shaking or rocking her hips and the moans and cries just seemed to keep on coming.

“Oh God,  here it comes…now Honey…Oh…Oh… Now…mmm..Oh my God…keep going, it’s coming again…yessssss…oh yessss…that was gr…oh no…not again…I can’t…oh, God…don’t stop.”

Well by that time, my cock had gone too soft to stay inside her, so she wasn’t really fucking anything but my fingertip.  I guess it worked about as good for the third one.  I kept gently massaging her little button as I felt her entrance  contracting and then opening back up because of the little spasms that followed the big ones.  After Sally Jean was breathing a little slower, she chuckled and gently pulled my hand away from her clit.  Than she eased off my chest and flopped down on the bed.

“If that happens again, I’ll probably pass out.  That was way better than Charles.  He seemed kind of detached, both times.  I guess I know why now.”

“Well, to each his own, as they say.  I don’t think you lost much.”

Sally Jean reached down and fondled my limp cock.

“Nope, and I found something I like better.  I don’t think I’m up for anything more after that last one, but would you mind if I spent the night?”

I just reached down and pulled the sheet and blanket over us both.  Sally Jean snuggled up to my chest and kissed me good night.

I don’t wake up all that fast, and especially not when I’ve been doing some bedroom aerobics, and the next morning was no exception.  It always starts with just a little bit of consciousness, then I drift off again.  I’ll do this several times, each time becoming a little more awake, until finally I can open my eyes and make sure I’m where I’m supposed to be.  Usually, I am.  The times I’ve been somewhere else have been a little scary.

It must have been about the third or fourth little wake up and drift off that I felt a very soft, very smooth thigh drape over mine and a very soft, very smooth hand stroke my belly.  It had to be a dream, so I drifted off again.  A little while later, I felt my cock being stroked, but that had to be a dream too.  I finally woke all the way up when Sally Jean pulled on my ass.  I rolled to my side to see what was happening and felt that same soft thigh hook over my ass and pull me closer.

Sally Jean kissed me before I could say anything, and then felt between us for my cock.  She eased it between her lips, rubbed it up and down a little, and then moved it to her entrance.  After a little wiggling and scooting closer, she eased herself over my cock and began to push in and pull out.  I started to say something, but Sally Jean said, “Shhh” and kissed me again.

I guess the night before had taken some of the edge off, because Sally Jean wasn’t in a hurry.  She just slowly rocked her body against mine and stroked my chest.  After a while, she gently pulled my hand to her left breast.

In my experience, a quick fuck is pretty good if the girl cums at about the same time as I do.  A slow, leisurely fuck is one of the most fantastic feelings in the world, and that’s what Sally Jean and I were having right then.  I’m not sure how long we lay there locked together, my cock slowly stroking in and out of her satiny, warm, wet sex, her nipple feeling stiff against my fingertips, and her breath warming my neck.  

Sally Jean was enjoying herself a lot too.  There were the little moans I’d come to expect, but they were softer.  He body moved against mine gently, sensuously, seductively and with all that, we were both climbing the slope that would leave us gasping with the spasms of release.  We were just taking an exquisitely long time to get there.

We did get there, but it was different this time.  Sally Jean began to push over my cock just a little faster and a little harder and her moans became a little louder and closer together.  I was feeling the urge to thrust into her pushes and did just that.  About the time I felt the surge beginning, Sally began to arch her back.

“Oh, Honey…I’m there.”

Sally Jean cried out softly, then pushed against me hard.  My cock went deep inside her as the first shot of cum raced through my cock. She held me there as the spasms raced through her body, the little quakes of her contractions milking me until I was dry.  

When the tightening around my cock eased up a little, Sally Jean un-hooked her leg from my ass and rolled onto her back.  She stretched sensuously and sighed.

“Wooooow.  I need to do that every morning.”

I looked at the alarm clock.

“It’s almost nine.  You’d be late to work every morning if you did.”

“Well, I could always find a night job…No, that would mean I couldn’t have nights like last night, wouldn’t it.”

“’Fraid so.”

Sally Jean sighed again.

“Life just isn’t fair.”

She left after we had coffee.  I was a little sad to see her go until I remembered she was Gloria’s niece.  I didn’t know how I was going to handle this one.  I could see a whole bunch of ways I could lose, and not a single one where I could win.  I decided to take a nap and figure it out later.

I got a call from Garret that afternoon.  They’d received my email with the videos and pictures, and had called Doris’ lawyer.  I gather there was a discussion about the legality of the evidence against Doris, but when they pulled out her signed release and he read it, her lawyer asked if they would at least pay for the trip to the emergency room and Garret agreed.  They promised they would send my check in about a week.

That was a reason to celebrate with a couple of cheeseburgers and some nice twelve-year-old scotch, so about seven, I walked down to Joe’s.  I knew Gloria probably knew about Sally Jean’s visit, but I’d have to face her sooner or later.  It would probably be easier when I was happy.

 

Audrey walked to my table with my double scotch, sat it down in front of me, and asked how the insurance company had liked my videos and pictures.  I filled her in on how Doris’ lawyer finally settled.  I also thanked her again for helping me.

“You know, if I’d been by myself, things probably wouldn’t have worked out as well as they did.  I think it was when you said you’d be with Tommy in Florida that Doris decided to sign the release.”

Audrey just smiled.

“Women know how other women think, something you really need to improve on, by the way.  If I was really into a guy, God forbid, I’d probably do anything to make sure he didn’t get away.  I just hinted that might happen if she didn’t sign my release.  Doris did what most women would do under the same circumstances.  In case you didn’t notice, she doesn’t have all that much going for her in the looks department, but knowing you, you probably didn’t get past her boobs and bush.

“Well, I’m glad you did what you did.  How much do I owe you for helping me out?”

Audrey grinned.

“Let’s just call it an IOU I’ll collect on sometime later.  Anyway, here comes your dinner.”

The red basket with my burgers and fries dropped on the table in front of me.  When I looked up at Gloria I got smothered by her big breasts pressing into my face as she hugged me.

“What was that for.  What’s got into you?”

Audrey laughed.  “You mean besides your dick?”

“No, dammit.  You never hugged me before, well, except for that one night…well, and again the next morning.

“It’s for showing me Jack and Jill.  Sunday, we went back there, Audrey and I did.”

“Oh…and?”

Gloria giggled.

‘I kissed some girls in the Girls Room.  It was kinda nice too.”

“Some?  How many is some.”

Gloria wrinkled up her brow.

“Four, I think.  It was hard to tell after a while.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, we went in there, in the Girls Room, and one of the women asked me if I was a top or a bottom.  I said I didn’t know what that meant because I’d never done anything like this before.  She said not to worry and that they’d show me.

“She gave me a kiss and started to rub my back.  Then another woman came up and started to rub my bottom.  After a while she kissed me too.  Before I knew it I was on a couch without my clothes, kissing girls while they…well, their faces are a lot softer than yours, Jerry.”  She giggled.  “After that night with you, my thighs and boobs were kinda rashy from your whiskers.”

She giggled again.

“I know what a bottom is now.  Next week, they’re gonna teach me about being a top.”

I turned to Audrey.

“And you just stood there and watched, or did you find some girls to kiss too?”

“Oh, Hell no.  I got bored after they took off her clothes so I went to get a drink.  While I was at the bar, this couple, Harold and Jennifer, asked if I’d like to go in the Dungeon with them.  He seemed like a geek but his wife was nice and said she’d show me what it was all about.  She explained a couple things I thought might be interesting, so I said yes.  

Damn, Jerry, I never imagined people getting turned on by stuff like that.  There was this woman, Natalie was her name, all she had on was this leather corset, a tiny little leather G-string, and really high black heels.  Natalie wiggled her finger at Harold, and he stripped off his clothes.  Then, he laid down on this bench thing and let her tie his hands and feet to some rings at each end.

“Jennifer took off her dress too, and she wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra.  She straddled Harold’s face and told him to lick her.  Natalie started whipping him with this little thing she called a flogger.  It’s really more like a brush than a whip.  Doesn’t hurt much even if you swing it pretty hard, but Harold’s cock started getting hard as soon as she started in on him.  She even hit him in the balls with it.  He just groaned and asked her to do it again.

“Then she started on him with this thing that looked like a fly swatter, but the swatting end was leather.  She showed me how hard she was hitting him and it wasn’t much, but it did leave a few red marks on his belly and butt.  She was starting to breathe pretty hard, I thought, when she rolled a condom over his dick and told him he couldn’t cum until she did.  Since he had his mouth stuck in Jennifer’s crotch, I couldn’t really understand what he said, but evidently he said he wouldn’t.

“Natalie spanked him a few more times, and then pulled off her panties, stepped over the board, and lowered herself down on his cock.  She rode him, slapping him with that flyswatter all the time until she started to pant.  When she started really hopping up and down, she sort of groaned, “you may cum now”.  Boy, did he ever.  If he hadn’t been tied down, he’d have bucked Natalie off.

“Jeniffer had had a couple of orgasms by then, and moved so Natalie could take her place.  She slapped Harold with her flogger and told him he had to lick her clean.  Well, he started doing that, and Jennifer pulled off the condom and licked his cock clean too.  In a little while, Natalie had another orgasm and almost smothered Harold when she did.

“When she got off him, she asked me if I’d like to try it.  She showed me what to do, and I’ll be damned if his cock didn’t get hard again.  Well, I could believe that after what I’d just seen.  What I couldn’t believe is that I was turned on too…really turned on.  Natalie helped me get my dress off while I was using the flogger, and when she said Jim was ready, she rolled a new condom over his cock and told me he was all mine.”

Audrey had a far away look in her eyes, and her voice was pretty soft.

“I’m still not sure what I think about that.  I was in control instead of just laying there and taking what I got, and that felt good, but I also wonder if it’s a little too kinky for me.”

Gloria chuckled.

“This morning she went out and bought a black corset, some black thong panties, and some black stockings.  You should see how she looks.  She’s really sexy.  I think she’s figured out how she feels.  She just doesn’t want to admit it yet.”

“So one of you has sex with four women and the other becomes a dominatrix.  I can’t leave you two alone for even five minutes can I?’

“No, Jerry, I didn’t have sex with four women.  I just kissed four.  I only had sex with two.  After that I went to the Couples Room and met this nice couple.  The three of us had a lot of fun while I was waiting on Audrey to come out of the Dungeon.  His dick was longer than yours, but I think yours is a little thicker.  I guess I found out what you said that night - I like it both ways.”

Audrey cleared her throat.

“Gloria, you forgot about the guy outside.”

“No, I didn’t.  We didn’t have sex.  I just let him rub it between my boobs until he shot, and anyway, you didn’t tell Jerry about your guy licking you until you had another orgasm.  You told me you thought is was wonderful.”

“Well, that wasn’t really sex either.  It was just me practicing how to be in charge and I got carried away.”

Audrey giggled.

“He did seem to take directions very well.”

“Wanna come back with us next Sunday, chuckled Gloria.  We can find you a table to get tied to, or we could see what we can find in the Couples Room.

“No, I like my women single, not married, well, usually anyway, and as for being tied up, it’ll be a cold day in Hell when that happens.”

“You just figure Sally Jean will come over again on Sunday, don’t you?”

Well, I’d expected it and here it was.

“Now, Gloria, I swear I didn’t know she was your niece until…until it was too late to stop.  Besides, she didn’t want me to stop.  You could have told me you sent her to my office the first time, you know?  Then, it wouldn’t have happened, probably.”

“I thought it would be fun finding out what you do with all the other women you help, so I told her not to tell you when she went to ask you to find that Charles guy.  When she told me what she’d found out about him, I said she should go see you again for that special help you gave me.  

“Sally Jean told me everything, and it’s OK, Jerry.  It’s not like we’re married and you’re cheating on me or anything, and besides, Sally Jean is almost like my sister, and sisters share almost everything.”

I’ll tell you, it was a little disconcerting to find out I’d been “shared”.  I mean, it felt like I’d been used.  If it hadn’t been for the big hug and wet kiss Gloria gave me before she went back to the kitchen, I’d have been mad.  As it was, I just had a half-hard cock. Gloria’s tongue can do that to me.

Audrey grinned.

“I’m not gonna lick your tonsils like Gloria just did, and I’m not gonna let you feel my boobs in your face either, but I suppose you do deserve something for helping make three women happier.  Just don’t expect to get this every time you see me.”

She kissed me quickly on the cheek, grinned, and then walked back to the bar.

I was feeling pretty good myself.  Gloria’s hug and kiss gave me some hope I might feel her big soft breasts mashed into my chest again, and I didn’t figure she would have said anything about Sally Jean coming over again unless she approved.

Audrey had found a part of herself she liked.  I hoped she didn’t ever ask to practice it on me, but I’ve done stranger things and lived.  I’m all for Audrey in a corset and G-string.  It’s that flogger on my cock and balls that has me worried.

My scotch is almost gone, and it’s almost midnight.  Tomorrow, I have to start trying to find Emily Shepard’s daughter.  Patty came to Nashville to be a singer, and about six months later, just stopped writing and calling home.  She’s not the first one of these kids I’ve tracked down, and she probably won’t be the last.  

They’re always tough cases, because these kids usually live with a bunch of other aspiring singers, but there’s only one name on the lease.  Most of the money they earn is in tips, so they can’t usually get credit cards.  I can track a credit report to an address.  I can’t track cash.  It’ll be time consuming, like it always is, so I better get some sleep…well, maybe after just one more scotch.

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