A Fucking Investment Ch. 16

"Help them? Do they do drugs? I won't deal with addiction. That is for someone else to deal with."

"No. No, that was a poor choice of words. Phil assures me they are not addicted. They fiddle but Rome isn't burning. I mean, they, god Josh, my nieces are hooking, right in his house, with him listening." Mrs. Grayson hesitated. "Joshua, I told them I sold them to you. I said if they wanted to be hookers, if they wanted to have sex for money, they should have protection, sponsorship. I told them I sold them to you."

"How much?" I asked.

"What? What!"

"How much do they charge?"

"I, I don't know."

"Find out. You'll need to know that."

"Why?"

"You tell them you sold them to me. You need to make sure the price is sensible. They need to be able to calculate what they are working off, how much they have to fuck to get free and then how much to have a buffer against the cold, cruel world."

"I, uh, okay."

"How old are they? Under eighteen is a no go, you know that right?"

"Of course."

"I need copies of their birth certificates." My mind was clattering with activity. Her two neices! And I owned them, free and clear...I doubted that would work but it got them on the plane. I felt a new idea growing but it was still unformed. Mrs. Grayson was speaking.

"Oh, okay. You don't trust me?"

"You have a farmyard jester for a sister, its her I don't trust and I bet you never paid her enough attention to tell if she has lied about the big things much less the little things. You bought her off and ignored the details."

"I...okay, maybe I deserved that."

"Ages?"

"They are both twenty. Oh, they're twins."

Twins? Twins? My cock perked up. Twins!

"Blonde twins and beautiful, I assure you." She stopped, waiting for me to effuse for her. When I didn't she continued. "I'll get copies of the birth certificates but Joshua, they are on the way to you now. Phil put them on a plane an hour ago. They'll be at the airport at nine tonight."

"What! And you're just now telling me?"

"I had to get my ducks in a row. I, I had hoped you'd give them a job, get them a job at the, at Le Foil et Le Touche. I, I needed to get them primed. They, ah, think they are going to be in show business."

"So which did you tell them? They would be hooking or they would be in show business?"

Mrs. Grayson giggled. It sounded so out of character. "I told them if they were going to fuck for money, they should do it on stage. You'll see what I mean when you meet them. They'll be there tonight and, truthfully, I think they only got on the plane because I dangled that possibility before them."

"You lied to them." I said.

"What?"

I could hear the shock in her voice.

"When they call you, and they will, you lied to them. I'll figure out why but you lied to them."

"I...okay. I lied to them but, did I?"

"Shit." I grunted. I looked around, realizing I was discussing this mess on the street. "I, I'll pick them up but if I don't like the feel of it, I'll box them up and send them back to you."

"Good luck with that. I don't have an address since I am on the road so much. You have to have my schedule and well, now I'm not giving it to you."

I heard the tease in her voice and it disarmed me.

"I'll, I'll see what I can do."

"Joshua, they are sex kittens and they exploit men, not the other way around. I think you should exploit them if you can. I doubt that you can but you can try. Anyway, thanks for helping out with this. Now, now Mr. Gale, I do owe you. Isn't that what you wanted to accomplish all along? Now you can ask something of me, when and if you get them tamed."

I yanked on Jennifer's chain. "I'll collar them for you, Mrs. Grayson."

"Why do I think that I should put more importance on your turn of phrase than is at first apparent?"

"I have no idea," I said but spoke it to a dead phone. I glanced at Jennifer and saw the heat of the moment had cooled. She regarded me with curiosity.

"No mention of this..." I hesitated, trying to remember if I had confronted her about hacking my email. Of course I had, that was how she ended up boinking Victoria's son. "You got one strike with the email thing. Just because I made it work out all right for you and the rest of us, don't think I forgot. If you make me punish you to deter you from fucking with me, I'll get rid of you and by that I mean I'll hand you off to someone to punish who might enjoy it sightly more than I would. If you make me hurt you, I assure you I will never forgive you. I like to give you pleasure and it behooves you to deserve it. Do I make myself clear?"

Jennifer bobbed her head like she was blowing Elvis. I hoped rewards motivated her as much they did me and not privation as so many people required before believing I am serious. That was Crowley's job and though sometimes I think he warmed to the tasks I gave him too much, I appreciated his willingness to make others howl. I hated that so we made a pretty fair team.

I put away my phone and made a mental note I had to be at the airport by nine. I was just realizing I had no flight information or pictures when my text bell dinked and I found flight info from Victoria. I was just putting it away when it dinked again and I found a single picture with "times two" as the caption. The female in question was astonishing. Blonde, gorgeous, young and she had a cast in her eyes that said she was willing. Fuck me.

I put it away to think about later. Mrs. Simpson turned to me and put her sleeved arms behind her back. I zipped them together again. She seemed to revel in that restriction. When she turned around I could see why, her tits arched under the sweater with her arms pulled back. I turned towards Ms. Stewart's house and set out once more, with Jennifer trotting along behind me, wagging her arms behind her. I strode up the walk to Ms. Stewart's front door and rang the bell.

After a pause the door opened. "You again." Rae said but then her eyes registered the collar and leash and what it was attached to. "Oh." She said.

"Want me to fuck her here or can we come inside?"

"You said an hour. It's been nearly three."

"What's your point? Got someplace else to be."

She moved her mouth but nothing emerged so she shrugged, rolling her shoulders and that made her tits wobble fetchingly. I was hard but I wanted to get harder if that was any sort of statement. Rae stepped back into the house and then turned her back to us and walked away, leaving the door open and, perhaps in spite of herself, showing me her ass, rumbling wonderfully inside the baggy sweat pants. Imagination is a wonderful thing.

I yanked on Jennifer's lead and we walked into the house. Jennifer kicked the door closed behind us.

"Where do you want to do her?" Rae said turning and folding her arms under her breasts, making them bulge up under the thick sweater.

"I..."

"How about here? Over the back of the couch. From behind?" Rae's eyes looked onyx hard.

I shrugged. I did not understand what was happening but at least I was in the door. I gave Jennifer a little tug and she drifted up behind me, pressing one side of her body against my back. I was conscious of her luscious breast and the swell of her hip where they contacted me. I turned, drew her around me and with both hands on her waist, maneuvered her to the back of the couch. Once again I unzipped her. She bent immediately over it, placing her hands on the cushions. Posed, she waited her back arched and her feet wide. She tried to crane her neck to look around but the angle was too harsh so she dropped her head between her scarlet sleeved elbows. Her blond hair fell down, exposing her neck and the collar around it.

God, the vision of her bent over like that and the collar on her neck, it fired me full of passion. I opened my pants and skimmed them down to my thighs. I felt Ms. Stewart's eyes on me and I was suddenly shy before this new woman. I wanted to glance at her but did not want to seem like I was eager for approval or anything of the sort so I concentrated on business, well, on Jennifer. I bunched her skirt in my hands till I could flip it up over her back, exposing her naked flanks. She was bare, her smooth white skin shone in the dim light. I caressed her hips and she murmured approval. I peeled her open and she tensed under my hands. I crouched a little and pressed my body against Jennifer's, my cock bent up between us, fitting nicely into the crease in her ass. She wiggled back at me and the sensation rifled through me, like a spinning bullet.

I grunted and leaned back, taking my cock in one hand. With the other, I probed between her legs till I found the swell of her pussy lips. The woman dripped with anticipation. She'd been teased all afternoon, it should have been no wonder that she was aroused and ran with it. I found her inner avenue and entered her with a finger, then two. She moaned and did something that made the chain rattle. I paid no attention. God, I wanted her. I positioned my cock and plunged into her, heedless of all else.

The slick walls of her channel grasped at me as I thrust into her. The pleasure rose up in me like a rising flock of sea gulls under a soft evening sun. I gripped her hips and pulled back till her pussy nibbled at just the head of my cock. I swear I felt her tighten around the end and she wheezed from her other end. She might have been speaking but it came out like garbled breaths.

I hammered back into her and her body rocked forward. Her ass bunched between us and I felt the hot plushness of it pressing back at me. She leaned back increasing the pressure between us. I felt her inner muscles ripple around my implanted cock. Her body bucked once and she cooed, just a small noise like a nightingale's last notes before sleep. I pulled back and rammed into her again. She bucked harder this time, her head bobbing as I rammed into her. Back again and deep into her I thrust, and repeated the motion.

The third or fourth time I felt the ripples of pleasure begin deep inside of her and she moaned.

"Oh, oh, oh god yes, fuck me, Joshua. God, fuck me!" Her voice cried from the other side of the couch. It felt like she was watching me fuck her, that her eyes were on me and I opened mine, looking around bewildered by the sensation. I kept stroking the bent woman but found Rae standing at the other end of the room, staring at me. Her arms dangled lankly at her sides. Her eyes focused on us, fierce and intense like she was searing the image into a zinc plate. She did not acknowledge my eyes on her. She swayed once.

I continued thrusting into Jennifer and from time to time she'd buck, her whole body twitching as the tendrils of orgasm licked at her, like a rising fire inside of her. In a minute or two, I was stoked full and my orgasm overflowed. I grasped Jennifer hard by the hips and pulled her onto my cock, sheathing myself deeply in her. My climax struck and she knew it, felt it, and screamed as her own rose up to meet mine. We experienced together that sweet moment of mutual satisfaction. Her body shifted and jerked as hers raged inside her, feed by the cum I pumped into her, one nodule at a time. Her pussy sucked at me, pulling at my cock, accentuating the sensations on the skin that mimicked those tingling through all of my nerves, confusing the muscles with outrageous instructions.

"Oh Christ, fuck me, Joshua!" Jennifer mewled from a great distance.

I opened my eyes. My body was shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm, our orgasms. Jennifer's seemed to envelop us, leaving us both wrapped in a silky sensation of afterglow that left me breathless. I crumpled, leaning over her bent and strained back. I slipped my hands under her sweater and ran them up to cup both of her breasts. She popped her hips back at me in response My cock swam inside her. She swirled with sensations that shot through her with uneven frequency. She twitched, she jerked, she grunted. I shivered with the sensations of her body under mine. I released her breasts and straightened but dizzied. My body was not ready to move yet. My cock levered out of her and gave up the ghost. I lay on her like a wet saddle blanket. After a minute, she began to pant and grunt, wheezing as she fought for air, her diaphragm pinched between my weight and the rigid couch back as I relaxed on her. I fought for a hand hold to push myself up but only found her shoulders and back. I used her to stand straight and that made her grunt louder.

I staggered back, my trousers around my knees. I reached down and pulled briefs and slacks up and over my retreating cock, shy once more.

When I was done righting myself, I finally looked over at Rae Dawn. The woman caught my eyes on her and turned away, her arms once more folded around her breasts which clearly outsized her slender frame. Rather than addressing her, I helped Jennifer to stand. Her skirt dropped into place and she turned to look at me, her face showing a little shame, which I didn't understand. I could see she had words that needed saying but I wanted none of her.

I unfastened the collar from around her neck. She looked shocked, mystified, even hurt. "Go on home, I'll be there in a while. Fix us something to eat."

She nodded, suddenly sunny with happiness once more. She extended her scarlet sheathed arms and I helped her pull out of the sleeves. She tucked them under her arm and padded out of the house, the cheerleader glowing with post-coital satisfaction.

I knew she'd been teased and pleased for a weekend so the satisfaction was partly held over and not all resulting from this single engagement. Rae Dawn did not know that. She was pouring herself a drink, using the action to hide her reaction to the action she'd just witnessed. The bottle neck rattled on the lip of her glass. She turned to look at me, sipping.

"Good lord, did she...?"

"She came." I averred.

Rae shook her head. "Two or three times if my eyes did not deceive me."

The wonder in her voice made me swell with pride and yes, my cock got hard too.

"So?" I said. "Care for a go?" I was too cocky by half.

Her eyes returned her mind from the great distance where she had been and focused on me, first fixed on my shifting crotch and then up to acknowledge my eyes with her own gaze.

"No." She said simply. "But I see that you are not bullshitting about the...the...their willingness to submit to your wishes. What else will she do? Oh, I don't doubt that woman would do whatever you asked but do you expect me to believe the others will?"

I almost answered but she cut me off.

"You say, you say you have others? Show me? I want to see," her voice hitched and I misunderstood, thinking she was affected by my performance but not yet swayed. I still did not understand.

"Others?" I grunted dumbly, like I was speaking in a newly acquired language and had to taste each word before the meaning could soak in.

Rae's eyes cleared. She tossed her head.

"One is easy. She, god, she clearly enjoyed uh that. But but but you don't think I believe the others will, do you? I mean any of the others? She was a ringer and this was a setup. If you want me, you'll have to do better than that."

I walked over to her and stood inches away from her. I could smell the scotch.

"I do want you. Make no mistake." My voice rasped with unexpressed lust.

For a moment she didn't move. She still held the drink. She turned her head, sipped from it and then with exaggerated deliberation, placed the other palm on my chest and gently pushed till I stepped back out of her personal space.

"Mr. Gale, I appreciate your, ah, persistence but you don't understand. I am, I am under indictment. I, I showed you my little anklet, right? The US government has decided they want me as a guest and..." she turned her back on me. "...I am in some distress because my partners decided to settle their legal debts using my assets and my ass. I am going to prison..."

I interrupted. "I can stop that."

She whirled on me.

"Fuck you, Gale. I don't mind the show but that, that sort of lie is unconscionable. Get out."

"No." I returned, quoting Eve. "Listen to me. I, I can help you, with our legal problems."

She went still. "How? Oh hell, you are just lying to get between my knees like everyone else. Don't you guys ever give up?"

I grinned against the mood but hoped the dissonance would become the theme and the melody would be enticing.

"Not with you. A guy would be stupid to give up if there was a chance...to get between you legs and stay for a while, longer than a parakeet's whistle, I mean."

"Get out."

Finally, I heard the quaver in her voice.

"Ms. Stewart, I can help you. I..."

"This is all a fraud. You, the girl. Get out. Unless you can bring another woman back and, and do her too, I don't want to talk to you!"

Her voice jangled with stress and well it should. Still, I misunderstood it. I thought she was oppressed by the SEC and her behavior and tone reflected that preoccupation. It seemed reasonable.

"They will be here Thursday or Friday. Let me help you."

"Get out. Unless you can prove you can do what you say, I don't want to hear you speak. All you want is to...just go." Her voice cracked then and I thought the strain was too much finally. I did not want to witness her shattering.

"I'm going. I'll, I'll be back tomorrow." I left her then.

I checked the time, nearly five. I needed to think about picking up the blonde twins. I walked towards home but then veered away. I walked to Mrs. Lewis' house. I knocked on the door. I realized there was a bell after knocking the third time.

The door opened. Jeri Lewis appeared in blue jeans and a man's shirt tied up under her breasts. She had her hair pulled back under a red kerchief.

"Mr. Gale? Come to fuck me finally? I signed your little contract and then you ignored me. I, I thought you'd want to collect soonest." Her mocking voice and haughty manner made me want to fuck her but I was Jennifer musty and did not want to mix them just yet. This was strictly a procedural visit. Part of the broader picture with this woman, to be sure but still a step in that direction.

"Mrs. Lewis," I began but she interrupted me.

"Come in. Don't stand on the stoop like you did with Eve Covington. Quite the display. Having her suck you off on her front walk. Yes, of course we noticed." The woman's voice quavered.

I heard what I thought I heard. This woman wanted to be watched. It was no accident that Master's fucked her with other people watching or that she mesmerized people with her singing while she orgasmed on stage. It was all related and I think she anticipated I'd connect the dots. What she did not anticipate is the implicit teasing all these things entailed, the delay, the prevarication, the suggestiveness that would lead her to the hight point of climax. She did not count on me knowing this about her. I had other, more practical concerns.

"Doing anything tonight?" I asked. Then had another thought. "Is Ed home?"

She shook her head. An emotion rippled over her face and then away. She cocked her head to the right and said, "He's is in his latest mistress about now, I'd say." Jeri chortled and it almost sounded good natured and not despairing as should have been the case. "Mistress my ass, being a mistress has benefits. He found another rich young woman to keep him while he bangs her and her roommate, I expect. So, no, he's not here. Not likely to be while the bills aren't paid. The fuck." She walked back into the house. "What do you want?" She flung over her shoulder.

I was watching the action in the blue jeans and nearly neglected to answer her question.

"You have a car?" I asked.

She stopped at the bar and sat that awesome rump on a bar stool which broke my concentration. "Sure I have a car. Do I look like I'd ride a bicycle?"