Freebie Ch. 03

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

As this is now part three of my tale, I'm assuming you've read parts one & two, so you know how I got into the situation I find myself in at the moment.

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So some time later, maybe half an hour or so, I'm still lying face down on my bed sobbing, when I hear Gerry's voice as he stood in the doorway to my bedroom.

"Come-on Mary. You know I didn't mean it."

I lay there trying to totally ignore him. I could sense he was moving closer to the bed,

"Please babe. I'm sorry. I was angry, and I just lashed out without thinking."

He moved in closer still and I felt his hand resting on my back. He slowly moved it around in a gentle manner as he'd done many times in the past; stroking my shoulders, I guess he thought relieving the tension. This was nearly always his approach when he wanted to say sorry after we'd had some kind of fight.

I lay there for maybe fifteen minutes as he sat on the edge of the bed; and whilst his hand attempted to soak away my stress, he would occasionally speak soft words of apology to try to explain away his stupid behaviour. I have to admit; I was on the point of talking to him, even if only to give him a mouthful of abuse. But before I'd opened my mouth, there was a sound from downstairs,

"KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK."

It was someone at our front door, and as I felt Gerry getting to his feet he said,

"I'll go and see who it is."

I turned on my side and in an angry voice snapped,

"I don't care who it is, tell them to clear off!"

I listened carefully and as I heard the door downstairs opening, I then heard Gerry say,

"Oh, it's you."

Then I heard the reply, and even at this distance I could recognise Peter's voice.

"I've just come around to make sure Mary is alright."

"Yes she is. And she doesn't want to see anyone. So you can clear off and tell Mr Spencer we don't want him to call either."

"I've just come from Graham's office. There were two of his cronies with him, and they were bragging about fleecing you, and taking advantage of your wife. I just want to make sure she's ok."

"I've already told you. She's ok, so just go away and leave us alone."

"Ok. I don't want to interfere if I'm not needed. But please tell Mary, if she wants anything, advice, someone to talk to, or anything at all, she can call me day or night."

I didn't know at the time, Peter had handed Gerry his card at this moment, all I heard was a short pause before the front door slammed shut with a loud,

"BANG!"

All the time I'd been listening to Peter's voice, it had brought back such a warm feeling inside, and now as I heard the noise of the door being shut in his face, I felt instantly angry. I leapt from the bed and dashed to the front window, where I could see Peter closing our front gate and walking across the road to his car. I dashed onto the landing and down the stairs. As I was descending, Gerry had been about to start to come up,

"What's wrong?"

"Get out of my way you stupid idiot."

His face as I yelled at him changed from a look of concern to one of anger, but before I'd reached the bottom step he'd stepped back off the stairs and moved clear of my pathway to the door. I wrenched on the front door handle and as I swung the door open called out as loud as I could muster,

"PETER!"

He was at the other side of the road, and just on the point of getting into his car. He stopped and as he stood he looked back across to where I stood in the doorway.

I beckoned with my hand and called, not quite so loudly, but still shouting to make myself heard.

"Please. Come back, I want to talk to you."

He closed his car door and began to walk back towards where I stood. I turned around and looked back at Gerry and gave him a scowl that didn't needs words to show its meaning. He in turn, looking somewhat confused, asked,

"What? All I did was tell him to fuck-off. Like you told me to."

"Never mind what I said; the way I feel right now, I'd rather talk to him than you."

"Well fuck you then."

And with that Gerry stomped off and went into the living room.

I waited for Peter to arrive at the door and then said,

"Come on in. I'm sorry my husband was so rude to you."

As he walked past me and made his way towards our front room he replied,

"That's alright; I guess he was feeling more than a little angry after being cheated like that."

By now I was following him into the room and Gerry was again seated in his chair next to the TV, and again he'd got a can of beer in his hand. I was still angry with him, but now I was also burning with curiosity to know what Peter meant by his remark about Gerry being cheated.

After asking Peter to sit down I sat myself in the chair opposite both Peter and Gerry, and then I asked,

"Cheated? What do you mean?"

Peter looked across to Gerry, and then said cautiously,

"I'm not sure if I've spoken out of turn."

Then he looked at Gerry,

"Doesn't she know?"

Before Gerry could answer I again gave him a scowl as I asked,

"Know what? What the hell's going on?"

Gerry looked sheepishly in my direction as he said,

"It's nothing. I was going to tell you later."

Peter now looked uncomfortable as he said,

"Look I didn't come here to cause trouble; do you want me to go?"

I snapped my reply back,

"NO!"

It came out in a lot angrier tone than I'd wanted to use to my guest, so I instantly changed my tone of voice,

"Its not you I'm angry with. Once this rat has explained what he's been up to, I might need your shoulder to cry on."

And then I turned my head and as I pointedly glared at Gerry I said,

"Well? What's all this about you being cheated?"

Gerry then went on to tell me about the negotiations that had led up to the session with the two men, of course, you the reader already know what had taken place. And then Gerry finished his tale with a classic male excuse,

"And when you came down after those men had left, I was so angry with what they'd done to you, and how they'd only paid two hundred measly quid, I just lashed out at the first person I saw. I didn't mean to call you what I did, but I guess I just used the words they'd fed me earlier."

Peter looked quite confused,

"My god man, are you saying you not only persuaded your wife into going with two men to earn you money, but then hurled abuse at her once she'd done your bidding?"

Gerry had been looking quite guilty, but on hearing this rebuke, he turned instantly angry,

"You fucking butt out. She's my wife and what goes on between us is nothing to do with you."

I was already angry, so my flare-up was instant; I sprang to my feet and as I knocked the can of beer from his hand I blurted out,

"You drunken shit. I might be your wife now, but if you keep up this behaviour, I've a good mind to let your dirty minded boss send you to fucking jail. And don't think I'll be here waiting for you when you come out."

This obviously wasn't the kind of reaction Gerry expected as he sat himself up and took hold of my hands he begged,

"Hey Mary. I didn't mean anything. Come-on girl you know I love you. I just wanted to sort things out without, you know, outsiders interfering."

"Interfering? I invited Peter in because I can't talk to you these days. One minute you're acting like my pimp, and the next like a bloody holy inquisitor. If you can't say anything civilised, keep your mouth shut until Peter and I have finished talking."

"Please Mary, just calm down."

"I am calm, but you butt out until I tell you. Otherwise I promise I will see you go to prison."

He looked genuinely scared, and I knew my words had really struck home. He pulled himself back into his chair, never even answered, but gestured that his lips were sealed.

I turned to Peter,

"Yes, that's exactly what he did. He asked me to have sex with those men because they were friends of Graham, and because he said we'd get two thousand pounds. I wouldn't have done it for the money alone, but I knew that Graham could still get Gerry in trouble with the police. And then when I came down after doing what he asked me to do, he called me... well you can guess what he called me, exactly what those dirty sods had told him to call me."

Gerry tried to explain himself,

"Please Mary, let me just explain."

"Don't bother."

Then Peter said,

"Look I know I'm an outsider here, and if you tell me I'm not in a position to say anything, then I'll understand."

I interrupted,

"No please. That was why I called you back in; I need someone from the outside, just to know I'm not going totally insane."

"Ok for what its worth, this is my opinion."

"Gerry messed-up at work. And don't get me wrong, we all make mistakes, its just some come home to roost with a lot heavier consequences than we expect."

He paused here, and then turning to me continued,

"Well that said, you were faced with a choice of seeing him go to jail, or doing something you wouldn't have otherwise considered. The incident at the night club could have netted you both a sum of money you hadn't at that point even dreamed of accruing. Now this time it was you who, dare I say it, screwed up. I know you did eventually agree to do the business, but it was after all, your delay, that caused the loss of what could have been a tidy sum of money. And then just to prove how fucked up your head was, you go and fuck the guy for free."

"But that's all water under the bridge now. But what you have to understand, in Gerry's mind, you've already shown him you have the potential for earning money. And let's not pretend, you've also demonstrated you don't exactly dislike the work."

I think as he'd said this he must have seen the look on my face.

"Hey don't look so offended, I'm not criticising. Now to today, Gerry isn't used to dealing with sharks like those two."

He was still looking directly at me when he asked,

"And be honest, if they'd paid the two grand you'd expected; you'd both be sitting down now trying to work out how to line up your next punter."

"Don't look so disappointed my dear. Its human nature. You've found something you've got a real talent for, and it pays well. Well it should do."

He now looked back towards Gerry,

"Now Gerry don't get me wrong lad. You're a good sort, and I know you mean well. But you aren't dealing with this situation as it should be dealt with."

Gerry went to speak, but I held my hand up indicating he should let Peter finish. I think I'd taken more criticism from Peter than I'd expected, and just wanted to let Gerry have a bit too even things up.

Peter continued,

"You see lad, your first priority should be to get Graham off your back."

"But..."

I interrupted Gerry before he'd hardly began to but in,

"Gerry! Let him finish!"

"As I was saying, we need to get some kind of document signed by Graham, which once signed, will prevent him from wielding this police matter over your head. I know it will involve Mary here doing the business again, but if she tells me her preferences, I'm sure I can guide Graham's mind into a direction where he thinks he's got her squirming, when in reality, she can just do what-ever, and then you'll be free of him."

Gerry couldn't restrain himself,

"Like what?"

"I don't know yet, I need to talk to Mary to see what she finds the most acceptable. But I'm not trying to pretend he'll go for anything that doesn't involve her having sex with someone."

"So why should you be the one to do the deal?"

"I'm not saying I should. That's for Mary to decide. But I will say this, I think I've got more experience in negotiations than you, and I for one wouldn't let any deal be influenced by getting two tickets to a football match."

Peter could see my look of curiosity, but Gerry just sat there silent. Then Peter said,

"Oh I see. That's something else you didn't mention?"

I snapped at Gerry,

"Come on, what's all this about ticket to the footy?"

"Its nothing, they just threw them in. It didn't make any difference to what happened."

Peter said,

"So Larry and James were just shooting their mouths off?"

This I took to be the names of the two men who'd been with me this morning; not exactly the right protocol to find out a man's name after the event. But I guess in my new profession, this was something I'd have to get used to; that is, if I even find out their names at all.

I turned to Peter,

"Ok being as you're the one stirring the shit pile, why don't you tell me about these bloody tickets?"

"I'm not trying to stir anything up. It was just when I met Graham. Larry and James were going on about Gerry as if he was some kind of moron. They say he point blank refused to let them double fuck you for two hundred quid, and then almost bit their hands off when they threw in two tickets to the game. The irony was, the tickets were freebies they'd been given by the security firm that just re-furbished the warehouse security cameras. And those were the very same security cameras that caught Gerry; getting you into this mess in the first place."

I looked across at Gerry as I said sympathetically,

"That's about typical for you lately; if it wasn't for shit luck, you'd have no luck at all."

I think this remark was taken as I intended it, and Gerry said in an apologetic tone,

"It wasn't like that honest. I really did think you'd kick-up a fuss as soon as they both started playing around with you at the same time."

"It's ok. I guess I should have told you before, just how far that perverted sod of a boss of yours had already pushed me."

And then I looked across at Peter,

"And for all his protective talk, he's no angel either."

Peter looked a little defensive as he came back with,

"That's not fair. I've never forced you into anything."

"No, but you didn't miss out on your chance to take advantage of me, no matter which hole was vacant."

Gerry looked surprised,

"What? He's fucked your arse as well?"

"Hey don't look so shocked. Ass fucking is almost as common as a pussy fuck these days. And ask her, she wasn't forced."

Gerry looked quite sad as he asked,

"Am I the only man in this town who hasn't fucked your arse?"

Peter could see my distaste at this kind of comment, and he answered before I got chance to speak,

"See lad, that's the kind of remark that kills the goose that lays the golden egg. She's done nothing wrong, and you should be supporting her, and making her feel good about her performance. Now come on tell her all that stuff about how much you love her, and less of this silly jealousy. If old Graham got one thing right; it was what he told you the other night."

Gerry asked,

"What was that?"

"That little girl has got more cunt than you or any other one man can satisfy."

On hearing this crude remark once again, I instantly covered my face with my hands as I coloured up bright red.

"No Mary. Don't take that as an insult. You're good. In fact I'll repeat what I said the other night, you fuck better than anyone I've ever been with; and that I can tell you, is no short list. Be proud of that pussy, if it's managed properly, Gerry can quit work, and both of you could make enough money in the next eight to ten years for you both to retire on a comfortable pension."

I couldn't be sure I understood what he was actually saying, and I guess Gerry was having the same problem. But he asked the first question,

"Are you saying she should become a prostitute?"

"What do you mean become one? She already is. What did you think those two men paid you two hundred quid for."

Gerry again flared up,

"You filthy sod."

He sprang to his feet and launched himself at Peter, who rose to intercept him, and being a far bigger build, just took hold of his wrists and restrained him as Gerry carried on slagging him off.

I got to my feet and took hold of one of Gerry's arms,

"Please Gerry. Stop it. I'm sure he wasn't trying to insult me."

Gerry shook his wrists free and slumped back into his chair,

"Fucking typical. I say something in anger, and I'm the anti-Christ. He calls you a hooker in cold blood, and you say its ok."

"But he's right. I am a hooker. A prostitute. A whore. It doesn't matter which word you use, I let those men do it to me for money."

Peter now had a big beaming smile on his face,

"Good girl. Now you Gerry; if you can accept it, and not get upset, then think of what this means."

Gerry reluctantly asked,

"I don't get it."

"Those men came here today prepared to pay up to five grand. They'd told Graham what they wanted to do, and he didn't think she'd go that far for less than that amount, if at all. But in the event, they got what they wanted, and they were only here for just..."

He shrugged his shoulders, then continued,

"I don't know; how long were they upstairs with her?"

Gerry replied,

"About twenty minutes at most."

"The pair of them were cock-a-hoop about getting to do the double. They'd only thought it would be an arse fuck; one at a time."

"Ok so they conned me, how was I to know what had been said before they got here?"

"That's my point; not only are you not in the right circles to know who will pay what amount, but you don't even know the value of the goods you're selling."

I spoke up, feeling more than a little used in their conversation,

"So that's all I am? Something to be sold to the highest bidder."

"It was your choice. Nobody was holding a gun to your head, or a knife to your throat. It wasn't even Graham using his blackmail to back you into a corner."

He paused for a second and then broke the silence,

"Don't feel bad about it. It's done, and you're none the worse for it. But think, you could have been five grand richer. Never mind about other people's opinions, it's yours, and you know how to use it; if you want to make a living from it, then that's your decision."

"So what are you saying, she should do this all the time, and I don't even need to go to work?"

"I'm not saying she should. But I'm saying if she wants to, then she has the natural talent. And if she gets handled properly, she'll only need to do it until she's around thirty, and by then you'll have so much money invested, neither of you will need to work for the rest of your lives."

"Bull-shit."

"I'm not kidding you. But it will only workout that way if you spend carefully, and invest every spare penny. It has to be managed and planned."

"Ah. Now I get it. She fucks all your mates, we get a pittance to live on, and you fuck-off with all the money. Fuck you! Do I look that stupid?"

"Well from where I'm sitting, if you're not stupid, you're a good actor."

Gerry again sprang to his feet, and Peter again countered him, holding him as they danced around the room.

"Pack it up. It's my life you pair are talking about. Don't I get to have an opinion?"

As Gerry begrudgingly returned to his seat I said,

"It's no good Peter; I couldn't do that for a living."

"Please Mary. Think about it. If I'd arranged those men this morning, you'd now have earned Gerry's normal weekly wage, and been able to put four-thousand four-hundred pounds into a high interest no tax investment account. And it took you twenty minutes! If I only find you say five or ten tricks a week, you'll be on the same kind of money as a premiere league footballer. Now I'm sure that's putting it in terms even Gerry can understand."

I thought that remark would again antagonise Gerry, but when I looked across to where he was sitting, it clearly hadn't; I think the penny had now dropped, and Peter's ideas must have sunk in, because instead of anger, there was an excited enthusiasm in his voice,