A Fucking Investment Ch. 17

She became perfectly still when my cock head touched her thigh. I'd had to take a moment to reinvent my cock, revealing it once more by releasing it from my pants. My trousers dropped down my legs to about even with Samantha's panties, tight around her legs, just above her slight knees. She tried to widen her legs, unconsciously, I thought, and in doing so telling me of the deep desire to have what I offered. I'd have to subdue her, confining her spirit so I could release it and not breaking her will to resist. The clash of wills had its own attraction.

I entered her.

Sam groaned. The sound reverberated throughout her bent body and it seemed up into Eve. The two slight women hummed with arousal, echoing each other in perfect harmony. I pushed deeper into Sam's pussy. It roiled around me, snarling with the invasion but unable to resist the caterwauling pleasure the rough invader brought. I grasped her by the hips and pulled. I miscalculated and pulled her bodily from between Eve's legs, yanking Sam's mouth from Eve's pussy which earned me a look of disdainful reproach from imperious Eve. I leaned into Sam and her body shifted back into place. Eve's eyes closed and she lay back, prone and pleased to be penetrated with Sam's pleasing tongue.

I held Sam in place then, pulling back to ram into her bent body again. She groaned, taking my cock into her body despite her velvet resistance. It hardly constituted resistance, rather constituting a luxurious coating of my passage, like an adoring crowd along the parade route of newly crowned champions. The ecstasy of her body swelled in me and suddenly I was coming again. I ground us together and poured my pleasure into her body. Sam felt my peaking ecstasy and wriggled her ass against me. Her lean ass scraped against me like a pair of boxing gloves used to clean up a spill. I pulled out of her and slammed into her again, one last time.

Sam lifted her head and groaned aloud, a rich, contralto tone that reminded me of a bassoon holding a final note. Eve opened her eyes and lifted her head, looking down the bent line of the woman between her legs to my shuddering presence obviously planted inside Sam.

Eve smiled. It was the hazy smile of an amazed and dazed admirer after her sex symbol kissed her in public against all expectations.

I felt her approval and it flushed through me so thoroughly and quickly I felt embarrassed, embarrassed that Eve's approval could matter that much and in that way to me. With a last shaking shudder, I pulled free of Sam's pussy.

"My god, woman, when you are ready to sell that, let me know."

Eve, sensing Sam's desire to respond, put a hand on the back of Sam's head and held her in place. After a brief struggle, Sam relaxed and resumed kissing Eve's pussy. Eve smiled at me again.

"Mr. Gale, so nice to see you again." She whispered. "We wondered what had become of...uh...uh...you." The little orgasm caught her by surprise. Eve no longer sought to hide her pleasure and thus rob the source of it of the knowledge of what it brought her. That change in her was delicious. Her lust bubbled right below the surface, like a lava pot belching the earth's deep and hidden power into the air. Eve seemed inured to her new place in the world. She seemed not merely ready but eager to serve as a sex object to whomever I desired.

I didn't trust that presentiment but determined to challenge it to her very dewy core. I left Sam undressed, dressing myself back for normal life. I looked at Bethlynn, finding her staring me in the eyes.

She smiled slightly, it looked like shyness but I realized now there was more to her than her lisp suggested.

"Bethlynn, let's go get your contract arranged."

To my surprise, she shook her head.

Eve groaned and flopped back flat on the counter. Sam hummed while she worked, since whistling was a virtual impossibility.

"Why not?" I asked, a little amazed and affronted. I figured Eve to be the last hurdle and the rest of Holdingsfield would line up and comply. I forgot women may flock together but they fuck alone, each in their own way, and though the methods are common, the intent and experience is unique and specific.

"Not unlesth Mrs. Lewith saths stho."

I nodded, recalling the configuration. Bethlynn revered Jeri Lewis and Mrs. Lewis' compliance hadn't been exactly public, fucking her on the back of the car, incognito as it had been. I glanced at Eve.

"I may have use for you later." I said softly but neither she nor Sam gave any indication they knew or cared that I was talking. I thought about checking my breath with a mirror but instead turned away, gesturing to Bethlynn. "Come on, lets go see Jeri Lewis."

I waited until Bethlynn had recovered herself. She even retied the tie around her neck. The blue dress resumed its tight hug of her voluptuous body, mocking me with that demur denial. I wanted the more.

We left Eve's house with Eve still on her back and Samantha feeding at her pussy. I walked to Mrs. Lewis' house with Bethlynn trailing behind me. She stood just behind me when Jeri answered the door. She opened it and stared down at me—the entrance to her house was three steps higher than the stoop. Jeri didn't speak but glared down at me.

"Mrs. Lewis." I said finally.

"Mr. Gale." She returned. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I thought about demanding she give me entrance to her house, my house, but didn't, agreeing to stand outside for the moment.

"Mrs. Brazil is confused about our arrangement."

"So am I." Jeri said. "I thought there'd be more to it, I thought...." She trailed off. I wondered what she'd been about to say, hoping it was something about more sex than she'd had to this point in time. I had an understanding of her lust to have sex on stage and was arranging to provide it.

"Tell Mrs. Brazil that you have signed a contract." I said.

"Oh, I signed alright but he hasn't fucked me yet." Her eyes dared me to suggest otherwise. The night at the airport, incognito, notwithstanding, she was right.

I smiled.

"I was saving you for Le Touch et Le Foil." I said.

She blinked.

"I haven't told you about that have I?" Her eyes glittered with curiosity but at that perfect moment we were interrupted.

My cell rang.

"Gale? Goddamn, I have been trying to get hold of you for three days!" It was Jake Masters.

I grunted. I turned away from Jeri but then faced her, hoping this conversation would prove interesting to her. I was not disappointed.

"Gale? Are you listening to me? What the hell, aren't you going to say anything?"

"About what?" I asked lazily.

"These goddamn tables. Do you know how much each one is?"

"Does it matter to you? I am paying for them. Why should you care?"

"They are invoiced to me, to this place."

"No, they're not."

"By god they are. They are invoiced to the Thin Skin Theater."

"Oh. Shit. I wanted them to be invoiced to Le Foil et Le Touche."

"What the fuck is that?"

"That is the context where Jeri will be doing her thing. What should I call it? A private party, by invitation only?"

"What sort of fucked up tables are these anyway?"

"I wanted two versions, the smaller knee table and the larger party table. They're usually called lazy Suzanne's but I thought maybe these would be called Evening Tables, after a friend of mine, in her honor."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Did you call to tell me about the tables? You have. Is that all?"

"No. We need to know when you are going to start holding up your end of the bargain. We need some strippers down here."

"My concubines are not strippers."

"Con-u-what? I ain't harvesting wheat down here."

I rolled my eyes. Who would have thought Masters was a country boy at heart? Confusing the classic concubine with his more familiar combine.

"When we utilize your theater, it will be for Le Foil et Le Touche and it will be so a woman of my choosing can have sex on stage, with me, at least at first."

"Sex? On stage? Shit, you'll get us shut down." Jeri's eyes changed, glittering with lust and not the disdain she normally displayed.

"That is why it will be invitation only and be closed to the public. I'll have rental agreements provided to you so you can demonstrate that you aren't sponsoring our little event. Events. I promised I'd make your establishment world famous. I will. It begins with those tables. I'll be down this afternoon to try them out."

"Try them out?"

"Did the round bed arrive?"

"Round bed? That was you too?"

"You didn't send it back, did you?"

"No, not yet."

"Don't. I am going to fuck Mrs. Lewis on it. Have it set up on the stage next to her piano this afternoon. I want to see how she likes fucking and singing at the same time."

The silence was thick and stiff. Jeri gasped a little but hid it behind a too-bland look of disinterest.

"Jesus balls, buddy. You're kidding, right? She won't do that! Will she?"

"I know what you're thinking. You have no chance, but I might let you watch us find out." I chuckled around my words. Suddenly, the tension and the stress and the rage of the last few days sidled away. "I'll be down this afternoon." I said. "Have the bed set up and put the two tables next to the stage, so I can test them out and make sure they are right."

I hung up.

Jeri looked down her nose at me, for what reason other than positioning, I could not understand.

I smiled. Jeri didn't.

"Mrs. Lewis, could you please tell Mrs. Brazil of our arrangement and that you have taken the contract?" I repeated. I had the luscious vision of taking Mrs. Brazil to bed, immediately.

"I want to sthee you fuck her." Bethlynn said, her voice strong around the lisp. "I want to sthee that."

I turned to look at her and she had that obdurate look a woman gets that is pointless to negotiate with. She absolutely had no inclination to negotiate. As women are wont to do, she presumed it was only her will that mattered in the things that mattered to her. I'd need to disabuse her of that in the future but for now, I would settle for fucking Jeri Lewis to satisfy her. I looked back and Jeri.

Jeri folded her arms over her considerable chest. She glared down at me.

"You just said you were going to fuck me on stage. Why don't we wait for that moment?" She said haughtily, as though it had been her idea. "Until you fuck me, it's not really settled, is it? The contract I mean."

I felt a moment of chagrin but then glanced at Bethlynn. I had an idea, a devious, fucking evil idea. Oh god, but I did like it. I did. I shrugged.

"Get ready to go. Wear something for a dress rehearsal." I said lightly. "Oh, and no panties." I smiled.

Mrs. Lewis had expected a fight and my compliance confused her. I smiled. I was happy to confuse her.

"We'll meet back here after lunch, say one-thirty? I'll bring the car and we'll all go down together." I looked between Bethlynn and Jeri. They were looking at each other. They each shrugged when I looked at them and agreed.

I left Bethlynn standing outside with Jeri watching her. I didn't understand these two women or how they related to each other. Their relationship seemed to be of Bethlynn's making, not Jeri's but Jeri being Jeri, having an acolyte tended to appeal to her and so repudiating it was difficult if not impossible. Just as she'd rather liked Jake's domination of her, she equally enjoyed Bethlynn's implicit obeisance, mistaken as that was. I'm not suggesting that makes sense, just stating how it appeared.

I walked back to my house, changed clothes and drove back to Jeri's house. I wanted them to see my next move. I honked and the two trooped out. Bethlynn, however, had changed into something a little less traffic-stopping. That is to say, she put on a bra and panties, which showed perfectly through the see through blue she wore. Jeri wore a man's suit jacket over a gray shirt with the shirt tails tied across her middle and blue jeans, but with high, high black heels.

I didn't speak when they got to the car except to tell them to sit in the back.

"My chauffeur." Jeri said caustically.

I ignored her. She'd swear soon enough. When I pulled up in front of Eve's house, she swore, not even knowing for certain who I was going to plunk into the front seat. I didn't even knock or ring the bell. I ventured inside. The kitchen was empty. I heard the vague suspirations from upstairs and followed them to the one of the master bedrooms, the house had three, interestingly enough. Peeking inside, I found Eve lounging in an easy chair while on the bed, John had Lila astride his hips grinding and Samantha mounted on his face, grinding.

Eve looked askance at me.

I gestured at her.

"Take a shower, and get clean inside and out. Get dressed. We have some place to go."

Neither woman mounted on John gave me any mind. They continued to grind their pussies down on both ends of him. John came once while Eve was in the shower and Lila pulled off and was sucking him when Eve emerged, dripping wet and naked. She strutted past me into one of the other bedrooms to dress. Samantha began to come as Eve wafted past, like a cold wind. Sam finally found her voice and cried out she was coming, and then again, and again. By the fourth climax she was wavering and by the sixth she fell off John's face onto her side, panting and gasping, her body fairly glowing with its response to his clever tongue. His pentameter had charmed her like a cobra and she lay in cold-blooded repose on the bed, trying to regain her breath.

John looked over at me.

"Jesus, Joshua, you scared me. Where's Eve."

"I'm borrowing her for the afternoon." I said.

He nodded. He gestured at the woman sucking his cock and at the throbbing blob of Samantha beside him.

"Thanks for the loaners. They said they haven't signed with you yet but are, what did she say? Auditioning? Is that true?"

I shrugged.

"They haven't signed, that much is true." I smirked a little. "I have a feeling that fucking the Holdingsfield women only after the contract is complete is over as a tactic. I think now it is more likely that they are going to need to fuck their way into my good graces."

John laughed.

"And I get to be the one they fuck? How many are you going to choose?"

I considered the change this suggested and decided to keep the suspense alive.

"You'll get to select no more than ten." I said, knowing the implication these two women would carry out of here. Eve appeared behind me. She was dressed like a cheerleader for a mortuary. Really. She wore a black blouse the ghosted her body, no bra, no panties—I checked—and a pleated skirt that barely covered the dimples inside her pelvic bones. If she put on lipstick standing she'd show her pussy and if she sat down and didn't cross her legs, she'd be flashing the world. She wore unsexy flats.

I studied her and when I was done, she met my eyes.

"I figure you want to fuck me some place embarrassing. This should make it easy for you."

"My god, Mrs. Sawyer, you didn't tell me you could read minds."

"Yours is like a street sign, no a neon sign, always says the same thing and only one thing ever."

I grunted. I pointed at the collar on Lila.

"Get your collar and lead."

She regarded me for a moment but didn't speak. She went to Lila and removed the collar from around her neck. Mrs. Lopez didn't stop blowing John the whole time, which made the process take longer than otherwise would have been required. When Eve was done, she presented it to me and and I affixed it around her neck. She then left to get the leash, attached it and handed me the end. She stood apart from me, letting the chrome chain arc between us.

Samantha sat up and looked around. She was naked, her eyes fixed on our little tableau and glittered with interest but I couldn't tell which end of the chain interested her more. I'd have to find out.

"John, take good care of these two. We can compare notes when you are done with them. If you like, take them over and give Aurora a taste." I chuckled, thinking of the black woman and her pussy eating throne. I owed her something since I'd delayed her investor friend coming to visit. One thing I understood is that the Holdingsfield women all had the habit of getting what they wanted. I was happy to give them what they wanted sexually but the rest of it was mine to mete out. Still, I needed to finalize the Holdingsfield women and that was going to take some doing. The key was to have number twenty signed before number fifteen was signed to avoid the scarcity principle changing the rules of the game. Aurora had the potential to help me do that but I had to keep that in abeyance until I needed her and her three or four pussies to complete the set.

I led Eve out to the car. I could see Jeri sulking in the back seat. She didn't speak to us when we got into the car and Eve sat with her back straight, barely touching the seat back most of the way downtown. Half way there I got a call that affected my thinking.

"Joshua Gale?"

"This is." I said answering my phone, fumbling to put the earwig into my ear so I could hear. I got it just in time to hear the end of a sentence I needed to hear the whole of.

"...interested in renting one or two of them."

"Sorry. Who is this?"

"Josh, this is Bayle Schneider."

I was surprised. Bayle (said, bale not bailey) knew me as Alan Livingston. I didn't even know he knew about my Gale identity much less had my Gale cell number.

"Bayle. How did you get this number?"

"Relax Josh. Crowley gave it to me and told me to call. He's been making some odd inquiries and I am not the only one who noticed. Fact is Mrs. Victoria Grayson referred me to Crowley. Her son, he goes to school with my younger brother and it seems that he got well and truly laid a while back. Dale indicated it was suspiciously suspicious."

I waited, thinking. What had Crowley been telling people and what had Mrs. Grayson been telling people? Then I realized this wasn't exactly a marketing opportunity I needed to cozen. It was more like a seller's market and I could keep control of my commodity as I liked.

"What can I do for you?"

"Truth is, I have been trying to figure you out for a while, since I heard about the Prince and his last trip to the States. Seems like he had some incredibly friendly women traveling with him whom I have since traced back to a certain Joshua Gale. That little endeavor has caused a stir in some circles."

"Nothing untoward I hope."

"No, nothing like that. Interest, I'd say, intense interest. I was wondering if I could discuss a little trade similar to this."

"I'm listening."

"I have a mistress...." He started but stalled. The pause felt curious.

"I've heard." I offered, to see if he was waiting on me.

"My wife has discovered that fact and we are negotiating or in her terms, renegotiating the terms of our endearment." He cleared his throat. "We, the three of us would like to come visit your little colony. My wife wants me to watch Cherry fuck another man. Given your current little adventure, she thinks you are the man. Violetta would have to be there of course."

"Of course. Listen, I am away from my office. I'd like to discuss this further with you. Let me call you."

"This number is blocked. I'll call you back. What time is good?"

"Late. I don't know how long I'll be out of pocket."

"I'll try about nine tonight."

We hung up. I looked around the car. I couldn't tell what they'd heard or understood. Not much I hoped. I drove in silence to The Thin Skin Theater.

We got out of the car, Bethlynn, Jeri and Eve. Eve held the lead attached to her collar. I took it from her. Bethlynn eyed Eve like she might regard a vicious dog on a leash, with respect but a tinge of fear as well.