Girls' Nightmare Out, Finale By Rogue Alan
Part XVIII Jordan wasn't sure why he was feeling the clock was ticking; he knew better than to push too hard. The girl might get skittish, his front man might get suspicious, or Tom might simply decide to bolt. & he was too close, after too long without any shot, to risk messing things up. As he fixed his tie-he'd decided to use the 'new John' approach, unsure of what was expected & a perfect means of flattering the girl-he imagined what they would say when he single-handedly proved to his superiors (& their superiors) that he hadn't been dreaming when he claimed there was a nationally organized syndicate of prostitution. The Bureau had gone along to a point, allowing his investigation of some alleged crimes in the brothels of Nevada. But they had balked at his suggestion that there was anything more than the local pimp running a handful of girls elsewhere in the continental US, pointing out that anything so big was bound to be discovered, as always happened to the various 'madams' whose 'businesses' seemed to implode every few years. They had laughed at Jordan's circumstantial evidence-the same man shepherding some of the same (but obviously varying) attractive women, hosting 'meetings' in Orlando, Tampa, Austin, Dallas, San Antonio, Phoenix, Vegas, Santa Fe, Albuquerque, & Denver. Except the Denver & San Antonio 'nodes' as Jordan had taken to calling them had been discovered after he had been told to stop his investigation. At the time, he had angrily demanded a hearing, during which he could present his findings; he had been poised to ask for a task force to address the situation when his boss had shut him down. He'd thought the high profile nature of the evidence he'd collected-sports figures, politicians, entertainers, and 'kings of industry' trysting with winsome young women-would be an easy sell in Washington. So he had been puzzled at the total wall he hit. & he was more puzzled when it became obvious that someone was gunning for him, trying to ruin his career. But his boss had noticed as well. & while the man was a politician at heart, & couldn't... or wouldn't see what was plain to the other investigators Jordan had consulted early on to be sure he wasn't imagining things, he was also aware that agents like Jordan Franks were too valuable to be squandered to political expediency. He pointed out that Jordan had barely touched his vacation, which had accumulated over almost a decade & a half of continuous service, & so Jordan had grudgingly taken a leave. But he had hardly taken the time off. Unassisted, he had opened an investigation, gathering evidence until he had an air tight case, except that he still did not know the true identity of the man whose face he could not discern in the early photos, which were taken at a distance and a bad angle. & his later shots, of the women he knew to be a part of the syndicate & the steady roll of new recruits, were without any 'chaperone.' Which told Jordan someone inside-likely out of the Bureau but in DC's political circles-had leaked what the Bureau knew. Tom had changed his MO, protecting himself so well Jordan had nearly lost the trail except for a lucky sighting of 1 of the 'known' girls with a newbie in Vegas. The flight back to Denver had put him on the trail again. He realized that DC was an obvious choice for a node in Tom's 'chain' of call services. He guessed that was the reason no one had jumped, even when he had played the 'race' card that he had loathed throughout his tenure in the Bureau; even the most bigoted SOB he'd ever met, a DDC in the DC office, had shrugged at the obvious difference in Tom's clientele & employees, repeating the 'party line' that 'there was not, nor could there be an interstate prostitution ring of significance.' & there were problems, Jordan knew: why were there no 'disgruntled employees?' Even the best pimp had girls who went south, or went crazy (or started out that way). It wasn't something law agencies wanted to admit, but most soliciting arrests stopped at the bottom of the chain-the hooker on the street-unless she was angry enough at her pimp to sell him out. & at some point that always happened. Except to Tom. Jordan had tried to guess how he could keep all of his girls happy. Or lacking that, how he could so successfully keep the angry ones from going to the cops. In his experience, the pimps willing to 'make an example' of their girls to keep one quiet & the others docile were equally volatile in dealing with the Johns. Which wasn't Tom's style. But he couldn't really see the man buying off every working girl who got a bug in her panties... he'd go broke. & ignoring that, why were there no unhappy Johns? Working girls always got greedy... how could Tom keep his girls in line so that they put out, pleased their customers, but didn't ask for too much in return. Not to mention the question of how Tom got his customers. Until the night before, with a guy Jordan knew wasn't his quarry, he'd never gotten close enough to consider asking for 'a date' as Mike had put it. So he decided the sudden turn of fortune in his favor was the reason he was feeling antsy. & vowed not to waste the chance. Which meant he couldn't go full bore asking all sorts of questions on his 'date.' He had to hope he could reasonably ask to 'see' whoever he met again, & thought that the story he'd fed Tom's surrogate the night before would make that easy enough. Of course, if he'd been on the Government clock, doing the deed would be out of the question (ignoring what the deep cover boys & girls did, of course). In some ways it was good he was on his own. But it didn't mean he wouldn't be careful. Pocketing a strip of condoms, he checked to be sure his only identification was that of the bland executive in a Styrofoam plant he'd had inserted into the national files while lifting his own real package-a parting gift from the boss for his 'fishing trip.' Jordan eyed the hotel room, making sure there was no tell tale that'd freak the girl out; he remembered a sting gone bad when a 'priest' had a Glock sitting on the coffee table in his hotel room when Jordan brought the mark into the room. Taking a deep breath, he headed for the door, reminding himself again not to push things this first 'meeting.' "Enjoy yourself," he said aloud, then stepped into the hallway.
Melissa felt naked as she sat on the same stool she'd occupied the night before. She'd tossed back 2 drinks while worrying that a Shriner she knew through her husband or church or school would happen by & see her in the slinky glitter accented dress with the plunging neckline. She'd downed another while considering her 'dates' from the night before might find her & want an encore. Mike had told her she was 'on' at 7-she didn't like the way he leered when he said it, making it seem dirty, whereas Tom just talked about her work as if it was another day at school. But Mike was in charge of this one, Tom had said so himself, & she guessed she'd have to get used to him. She'd arrived from the next-door 'ready room' at 6:50, specifically to have a couple drinks beforehand. But looking at the empties arrayed in front of her, she knew she'd done more than that. She waved to the bartender, whose expression betrayed his disapproval of her, though she didn't know if it was her drinking or dress that offended him. Probably both. He paused long enough to ask if she wanted another. Ignoring his tone of voice, she shook her head, reaching for her purse to pay. "Here, let me," it was the man from the night before. Melissa felt a strange conflict. He'd been so nice, she'd almost convinced herself he didn't know what she was. Obviously that wasn't true. He was just another John. "I can't let you do that," she shook her head. His hand closed over hers. She stared for a moment, surprised at how big he was; she hadn't noticed that the night before. "I insist. I was late getting here," he smiled at her, "But I wanted to look good." "You do," she bit her lip, amazed that she'd said it so spontaneously. But by his smile it was the right thing to say. Score another for the soothing effects of vodka. "Well then, shall we?" he offered an arm, having flipped enough bills to cover the tab & a generous tip onto the bar. She stood, aware of the way the short skirt rode up her thighs as she did so, & taking a moment to straighten it-as if he wouldn't soon see everything beneath-before accepting his gesture. To her surprise, he turned away from the elevators, toward the parking garage. "Uhm... I don't..." "Oh..." he stopped, & she imagined she could see him blush, "I'm sorry... I just," he sighed, then leaned toward her to whisper conspirationally, "I haven't ever really done this, you know... I just... I saw you last night, & then a gentleman suggested I could be with you. I assumed that meant for dinner as well as... you know." Melissa was sure of it, then. He was blushing. She was also aware of a strange excitement that he wasn't a regular-that he'd been interested in her. "I think that's OK," she nodded, leaning against him with a familiarity neither yet felt, "Where did you have in mind?" A handful of nearby restaurants flashed through her mind, along with the thought they were overdressed. "Well, I'd thought about Skye's, but..." he paused at the look Melissa hadn't been able to hide, "Is something wrong?" She swallowed, then managed to shake her head, worried she was ruining the whole thing. "No," she stammered, "Wherever you want." She tried to remind herself it was the middle of the week; the odds of friends being at the revolving restaurant were slim. "You seem... anxious," the man offered as he led her into the garage, walking toward a sleek, sporty car. He held the door for her as she waved away his concern. "No. I was just surprised. Usually it's barbeque or room service." She winced at the suggestion she was that familiar with eating with a 'client' & hoped he wouldn't be turned off at the thought she was a regular working girl. "Oh," he was quiet after he'd climbed behind the wheel. He started the engine, backed out of the stall, & waited until they were headed south before he spoke again, "You sure that's it?" Melissa paused, asking if this was another of Tom's tricks. Or Michael's. She decided that if this guy really was going to be her ticket to freedom, she had to be as honest as she could. "Well... don't get me wrong, I love the thought of dinner at Skye's. I just... you know how this works, right? What I am?" That seemed to fluster the man. "Well yeah... I mean, you're a call girl. Michael explained that in nauseating detail... that I was 'paying to play' I think is what he said. So I wouldn't have to 'mess around warming up.' Whatever that means." Melissa rolled her eyes at Michael's suggestion. She realized it was even more important this man become her sugar daddy. "He didn't... he didn't say anything else about me? About why I do this?" Jordan's brow furrowed & he glanced at her for a minute, then back at the road. "Well... he said something about you were married. I just thought that was a story. You mean it isn't?!" Melissa shook her head, chewing at the inside of her right lip as she did so. Answering his question could give him the key to ruining her marriage. "Doesn't your husband mind... I mean, he's OK with that?" Melissa took a long breath before she answered, reminding herself what was at stake. "He doesn't know." "Damn..." the man shook his head as he thought about that. His free hand had been resting between the seats, & she'd assumed he was working up the courage to touch her. She'd found that hesitancy charming, but was alarmed when he brought it back to the wheel. "So you had to wonder if he'd see you there with me," he nodded his understanding. Melissa echoed his nod. "Him or friends of ours." "You must really..." he left off, then changed the subject, "We could go somewhere else... I mean, somewhere you wouldn't be recognized. "That's OK," she waved a hand at him, "I don't think it's a risk. & we can't drive around too long or I won't do my..." she'd been going to say 'job.' "I won't get to be with you tonight. Like Michael said, I have to be done before 11, sort of like Cinderella & midnight." He smiled at that. "OK, then, Cinderella... to the ball." Dinner passed quickly, during a little more than a turn of the restaurant around the panorama of the city. Melissa ate sparingly, the food better than she remembered. Unlike her husband, Jordan didn't comment on her drinking, even buying a 2nd bottle of wine with the main course. She felt pleasantly loose as they returned to the car, having heard about his job, being to busy for kids, & the death of his wife. He kept insisting she must be bored, but she found it appealing-almost attractive-that he was staying in place, learning to appreciate his memories rather than running from them. & it was flattering that he wanted her to be the 1st woman he'd been with in more than a year, after losing his wife to cancer. That, along with the way he'd treated her throughout the evening, left Melissa intent that he would enjoy himself, even if she was late getting home. & even if he never called on her again. For his part, Jordan had repeatedly asked himself how such a beautiful, companionable woman could be so hooked on sex that she risked everything selling herself to strangers. He wisely didn't pry, but knew enough to lace his story with elements that drew her out. She went on about teaching when he mentioned his wife had been a school librarian; she admitted to having children & to their importance when he lamented not having any. & he wasn't lying when he said he hadn't been with a woman for a long time-his wife had been less understanding of his 'whore obsession' as she'd termed it before leaving him for the neighbor in their DC suburb. On the drive back, he hesitantly reached across the seat to touch Melissa's thigh. When she didn't move, he began to back off, not wanting to push things too far when he was so close to his quarry. Her hand caught his, though, holding hit in place & giving a reassuring squeeze. "Then you want to go do this... be with me?" her voice was quiet but he heard her clearly. He felt himself growing hard as an image of her lying in her lesbian lover's bed filled his head. "I do." She nodded, never letting go of his hand. They walked into the hotel from the garage arm in arm, & she led him to the elevators pausing as they turned by the panel of numbers. "I don't know which room," she whispered, almost a giggle. He cleared his throat, reaching forward to touch the appropriate floor. "Sorry," he mumbled as they started up. He wasn't sure whether to be glad or anxious that they were alone... if she tried to start anything there... "Don't be," she simply leaned against him, "It's nice not to be thought of like that..." she trailed off, leaving him to wonder again how she could stay in a lifestyle she clearly didn't like.
She waited demurely until the door was closed & locked before gently putting her arms around his neck, tilting her head to kiss him lightly. The kiss lingered, & he responded, hands moving to her trim waist. Her body pressed against his; not obscenely or suggestively, merely responding to their mutual arousal. After a minute he pivoted, holding her firmly as he did so, & guiding them to the nearer of the twin beds. He turned again as she sat & then lay back on the comforter, keeping their bodies close, lips together, but holding himself off to the side. "Mmmm," she purred when the kiss broke after a minute, "I like that." He just nodded & smiled. She looked at him, wondering what it was that was so attractive, "I worried I'd scare you off... or that you'd be too eager to really enjoy it." Jordan shook his head. "I want you to enjoy yourself, too." "That's not... that's nice," she sighed as his hand moved beneath her skirt, staying outside her panties, but caressing her mons, while the other traced a circle around 1 raised, taut nipple. He didn't stop to wonder if her response was genuine. Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning despite the awkward angle with practiced ease that also went unnoticed. Within moments, she was freeing his belt & opening his pants. "Oh my," she murmured again, as her hand dipped inside, finding his semi-erect member, "I'm sure I'll enjoy this." They continued to kiss & caress one another, undressing over a few minutes' time, until they lay together, totally naked. His body pressed against hers, & he was ready to take her then & there, but she sat up, bending to his waist, letting her blonde hair cascade over his jutting erection. "I think this needs a little attention," she murmured before taking the head in her mouth. Jordan groaned in appreciation as she began to fellate him. She licked up & down his length at 1st, before taking him into her mouth again, bobbing her head & sucking at him with increasing fervor. Despite knowing what she was, Jordan was surprised that she could take almost his entire shaft without difficulty; he wasn't a small man by any measurement. A fact he proved by easily lifting her naked hips & turning her until she was straddling his face, so that he could return the favor. His tongue flickered over the top of her slit & he smiled at the way her back arched, pushing her pelvis at his face. There was an appreciative moan around his swollen cock, which was repeated as he began to lap at her sex, spreading her pouting labia a bit more with each stroke. He toyed with the ring in her labia, the 1st time he'd seen 1 up close, then began to thrust his tongue deeper into her channel. He was pleased to find that it was not only man-made lubricant easing the way-she was aroused, & becoming more so. He had submitted to a rapid response HIV test administered by Michael the night before, while the pimp went through the do's & don't's of enjoying 'his' girls. Condoms were a must for penetration, he'd warned, though he'd been less exact about oral activity. As thoughts of such started to slip from his mind, Jordan tipped his head back, growling, "I'm getting close. Do you uhm want to do something?" There was a pause in the delicious sensation of her mouth working his cock before she replied. "Not for this. Just before we Oh!" she gasped as he took her clit in his mouth, sucking at it lightly while teasing the surface with his tongue. Her body spasmed, & she eagerly dove back onto his shaft. Within a moment he'd cum, as well. She didn't stop, though, when he'd finished pumping his load into her mouth & throat. He felt her fingers teasing his balls as he head bobbed steadily up & down. He rose quickly for more, after which she finally released him, smiling teasingly as she slid over his body, trapping his swelling erection against her belly & mons, almost low enough to slip into her. "Still interested in being with me?" she teased, giggling at Jordan's nod. His hands moved over her body, lingering on the pierced nipple, & he wondered briefly if it kept the nubbin perpetually aroused. "This is interesting," he murmured, playing the part of the na've widow, "Did it hurt?" "I don't even remember," Melissa nuzzled his neck, wiggling her pelvis suggestively, "It wasn't my idea to get it." That surprised him, but he tried not to let on. "Oh... Does it help?" He felt her smile again. "Sometimes. But tonight I haven't needed 'help.' That was wonderful a moment ago." Jordan rumbled happily. "Tell me about it." He felt her shift, then, flexing her back, which drew her pelvis up. His cockhead brushed between her labia, then pushed gently into her sex. She sighed settling onto him slowly as he remembered they'd skipped a step. "God that feels good," he managed, pumping his hips at her slightly as additional proof. She stopped, holding him 1/2 inside of her for a moment before rocking up toward him again. The 2nd down stroke, he felt another inch or 2 slip into her molten center. His hands came up, thumbs tweaking her nipples. Melissa tipped her head back, rocking in a small motion that steadily worked more of his member into her tight sex. She bit her lip, aware that he was almost as big as Tom. & despite her 'rule' to the contrary, comparing his tenderness to Jeff. The combination was undeniably arousing, which was the reason she'd chosen to take him-if only for a moment-into her sex without a condom. She had 1 in her hand, & would stop to put it on him as he got closer, but knew he'd be able to go for awhile, having blown 1 load already. She felt her inner thighs brush against his & knew she was almost fully impaled. She felt the familiar stretch of being totally filled, & smiled-he was as big as Tom, at least. Leaning back, she reveled in having him inside of her fully. She looked down, still smiling at the expression in his eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked, hands on her waist, supporting her. She nodded, then leaned forward to kiss him hungrily, rocking her hips more quickly than before. God, he felt good thrusting into her like that! They moved in unison, rocking together harder & faster for several minutes. Melissa had enjoyed two strong orgasms when Tom sat up, bringing Melissa upright with him. She giggled at his surprise when she quickly laced her legs around his waist without disengaging from his pleasantly aching shaft. Turning, he moved over her into the missionary position, intent on pleasuring this enigmatic young woman as fully as possible. "Wait," she managed after he'd been thrusting into her for a minute, building her to the edge of another climax, he was sure. He paused, wondering what was wrong. "I need to get this on that wonderful cock before it's too late," she murmured. He nodded, reluctantly slipping out of her sex. She deftly slid the latex sheath onto his member, & then he resumed his steady pumping. She'd timed it well-he was getting close, & true to men world wide, he'd stopped thinking about protection long before. They came together a minute later, muffling one another's cries in a passionate kiss. Spent, he rolled off of her, but making a conscious effort to pull her close in an intimate post-coital hug. She lay there for several moments, murmuring contentedly. When she finally sat up, it was with a groan, having checked the clock. "I really have to leave," she sounded apologetic, "I hope you enjoyed yourself." "I hope I can enjoy you again," Jordan blurted, then asked himself if he was asking as he'd planned, or because this woman was honestly captivating. She nodded, upper incisors closing over her lower lip in an endearing expression. "If you'd like that... I would too," she hesitated, "This was the best time I've had since I... since I started doing this." She got quickly off of the bed reaching for her discarded clothes before she continued. "I really mean that. I wish I could stay longer, but... I can't." "You're sure?" Jordan realized he wanted to be with her again right then, to hold her as his own. He wondered if that was the reason men who used prostitutes kept going back... was this a normal response. He doubted it, but didn't know why he'd feel it in the middle of the case of his life. "That's the downside of cuckolding another man," she sounded unexpectedly bitter, but quickly apologized, "That wasn't fair. & I really did love being with you." "That wasn't why I asked for you..." "What?" "I didn't know... I mean, I didn't know you were married," he gave a short laugh, "Hell, I didn't realize you were a... professional when I met you last night." He watched, sure that she'd bought his white lie. "I don't know that I'd call myself a professional," she shook her head, "Though I guess that's as accurate as any other word now..." A melancholy seemed to fill her, then, & she turned away from him, dressing quickly before she moved to the bedside once more, "I'm sorry... this was wonderful & I'm ruining it. Thank you for dinner. & for letting me be the 1st after your wife. I'm honored... & I hope you'll ask for me again... I'd like that." Jordan reached under the pillow, the agent in him sure she was fishing for a tip. Before he could bring his hand out, though, she'd bent to kiss him quickly on the cheek, then had turned & let herself out of the room without another word. Jordan leapt out of bed, confused at her obvious sincerity, incredulous she hadn't wanted anything from him, & aware she was walking off with a potential lead-wherever she changed from a housewife to the vamp he'd met in the bar. Guessing it wasn't in the hotel, Jordan threw on a pair of sweats he'd set out earlier & dashed out of the room. For once he was glad for the slow elevators & for being only on the 6th floor. He burst out of the stairwell seconds before he heard the chime on the elevator door, & had barely enough time to step back behind some partially concealing greenery. He watched as Melissa went out the front of the hotel & turned right before he dashed down the hall extending the same direction. He was relieved to find there was not an alarm on the exit door... just a sign warning he could not re-enter from that point. He scaled the concrete retaining wall separating the hotel from the slightly more elevated neighbor, & followed the call girl at a distance. Inside a decidedly seedier apartment building, he ducked into a shadow at the front & watched her get on the elevator. Fortunately she was alone, & the car climbed rapidly to the 4th floor. Moving to the mailboxes, then, Jordan glanced at the names. There were 14 nameplates on each floor. He quickly eliminated most of those on 4, except 3 that were blank, 1 that was identified only as 'Fun LLC' & #413, which was labeled 'Jerry Gerlz.' That clinched it for Jordan, who knew that his quarry liked to be called Tom, and that his all of the man's 'girls' were 'marked' to show his ownership. Having seen Melissa's various adornments, he was guessing the tattoo was Tom's doing. Which made him wonder how she had explained it to her husband; except that she apparently had a thing for body art, anyway, so maybe he hadn't thought twice about it. Not wanting to attract any attention, he turned, checking the place out more clinically as he left, and watching for any sign someone had noticed him or was watching. He backtracked to his room, trying to decide how to proceed.
Part XIX "Finally," Jeff eyed her from the doorway to his den. Melissa had barely showered she'd been in such a hurry to get home. Still the clock had been chiming 12 when she entered the hall from the kitchen. "Hope you had a good time." She was getting used to that tone. A semi-sarcastic, resigned pessimism she'd never known in him. At 1st it'd made her feel guilty, but after a couple weeks, during which he'd proven he'd rather play the part of the put-upon spouse than address any real issue, she was almost avoiding him. She meant to do that again, shrugging & saying, 'It was fine, but it's good to be home,' as she passed him in the hall. He reached out, though, catching her waist-not gently. "Where were you?" Melissa blinked, reviewing what lies she'd told that night. Kathy was home, so she hadn't had that as an excuse. "I stayed late doing lesson plans-you hate it when I do them here." "All night?" "Of course not," she crossed her arms over her chest, eyes ablaze at his suggestion, true though it was, "I graded some papers, then went to join some of the others who'd gone to Tom Fooleries." Which was true, at least that they'd gone there. "Why?" she stared at Jeff, wondering if he suspected somehow. "I drove by to surprise you... you've been so busy, I thought we might... I thought we'd do something together." She noticed his grip hadn't gotten any lighter, "You were there all night?" She shrugged again. "Nope. I'd missed them by the time I got there. So I went into Barnes & Noble for awhile, then had a bite at Canyon Caf?. I'm sorry, I should've called. But you had that late meeting, & the boys had practice, & I'd said I was going to be late..." She turned slightly as she left, & could see over his shoulder at his computer screen. There was an inch tall blonde gyrating in an endless loop, bending over & waggling her naked as at the viewer. Her eyes moved to the web page that was open, & without thinking she said, "Oh my God! What are you looking at?" He read her tone as disgust, which was a good thing. "Hey, it's not like I'm cheating!" he pushed her back, blocking her view, "It's not like you've shown any interest, lately. I'd heard about this site at work. Well, not this site... a site that puts a list of new pictures up each day." "That's obscene!" she turned away, as if she could still see the screen, but the image remained behind her eyes. "Horrid." "I dunno," he shrugged, "It's not like those women don't want what they're getting... they apparently like sex!" Melissa ignored the shot, his second in less than a minute. She paused, trying to remember when they'd last had sex. She wasn't sure. & she didn't know if she cared. All she knew was she didn't want to push the issue or have him look too closely, since the masked women being used by several black men were she & Kathy. She remembered the title at the top of the page: Big Dogg's Blacks on Blondes. As she turned forcefully in his grip, her hip brushed against his pelvis, & she felt the erection. She recoiled at the thought the images of her being used like that aroused him. "Does that excite you?" she asked without thinking, "Is that what you want? Do you want me to let you & your friends degrade me like that?" He snorted. "Puh-leeze... as if you could," something inside of Melissa flickered & died at his words. This wasn't the man she'd married. He was still talking, "... do share a matching taste in what's that you call it? Body Art? Maybe she's the slut you saw in Vegas." "You didn't mind the change a month ago," she seethed. "I was still getting some a month ago," he retorted, 1 hand reaching up to cup her pierced breast forcefully, "What is it? That all you need now? Do you get yourself off with those piercings so you don't need a man?" "Go fuck yourself!" she almost shouted, barely remembering the boys, "Go back to your computer & beat off, you little little man!" His face was a mask of rage as he caught hold of her blouse in his hand, propelling her backwards down the hall to their room. "Little man?" he snarled, "Little man! Let's see if I can't make you say different. You're my wife! I won't take that shit from you!" He'd kept hold of her, & as they passed into the dark bedroom, he paused long enough to kick the door closed. But he didn't let go of her. He pushed her onto her back on the bed, laughing as her blouse tore in his hands. She lay frozen in terror as he yanked at her skirt, ripping her panties away. There was a pause, during which she heard him open his pants. He stepped away from the bed, & she let out a breath, assuming he'd come to his senses. A moment later, though, his weight was on top of her as he drove his hips at hers savagely. She winced, having washed the lubricant from her sex before heading home, but before the discomfort increased, he was all of the way inside of her. She dimly felt him bite at a naked nipple, thankfully the unpierced side. "Is that small? Huh? Had you forgotten? I bet that's it. You're so busy hanging out with Miss Too-Good-For-Anyone & playing Miss Perfect Teacher to consider having sex." He was pumping against her relentlessly, "I shouldn't have been so calm about it... should've reminded you sooner what gets you off!" He was panting, & she realized he was already close to cumming. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears at finding what a sham her marriage really was. & not because he suspected her of infidelity... or at least, not mostly because of that. Scared of what he'd do if she didn't react, Melissa let the 'pro' she'd become take over, arching her back & moaning softly, her fingers digging into the back of the man rutting into her. "Uh-huh, see? Told you I could remind you what you need." He stopped, giving a groaning sigh as he came inside of her, then. He held himself over her, thrust fully home like any john she'd ever known, then rolled off to lay panting beside her on the still made bed. Within 2min she could tell by his breathing he was asleep. She leaned over, sniffing, hoping he'd been drinking. There was no odor to his breath. She lay back, enduring the bout of shakes that wracked her body as she relived what had just happened. For an awful moment she wondered if he had decided that was the way he liked to have sex. She got up from the bed, padding down the hall into the guest bathroom in her ruined clothes, & dropping to her knees by the toilet before becoming violently ill. As she sat on the cold tile, her forehead against the porcelain stool, she wondered how things had gotten so upside down. It nearly made her vomit again, when she found herself hoping Jordan would call, offering a pleasant interlude from the hell her homelife had become. Heedless of how she looked, she went into the sitting room, pouring herself a healthy dose of the bourbon she was replacing several times a week. As the liquid warmth moved through her, taking away some of the horror of the night, she returned to the den. The high-speed Internet connection was full-time, so she needed only to move the mouse, & the images of her 'enjoying herself' as Jeff had put it were before her. She knew that Kathy had her own e-mail address at work, & quickly copied the address to a note, warning her not to simply pull it up where anyone could see. Having sent the warning to her friend, she backpaged to a 'Daily Thumbs' page that, like Jeff had said, offered an endless string of 'new' images of named porn actresses & 'amateurs.' It looked to Melissa like Jeff had viewed most of those sites. Shaking again, she realized she couldn't very well argue with his looking... he wasn't cheating; he was doing what he needed to satisfy himself when she hadn't-she could admit that. She'd lost it, though, at the thought he might so easily find out about her own double life, & at the fear of what would happen if he did. It scared her, though that she'd felt nothing but revulsion, even acknowledging that she had been neglecting him. He hadn't been loving, hadn't been gentle or caring, hadn't appreciated her putting up with that, & most importantly, he hadn't been able to begin to arouse her. Melissa returned to the bedroom after a long hesitation, wondering if he ever would again. The next morning, Jeff was already gone when Melissa awoke, too late to consider showering before work. She looked at her reflection in dismay, making a minimal effort to look presentable. At least she wouldn't be in the same clothes. She found the note on her vanity. 'Sorry I overreacted... let's talk tonight when I get home (9-late meeting). Love, Jeff.' She reread the note, then crumpled it, wondering what sort of 'meeting' he had, & angry that he'd so lightly treated what had happened. She tossed back her morning double while fuming over his apparent attitude, & welcomed the familiar glow that made it matter less. Appropriately supplied to endure the day, she climbed into her car to head to school, having made sure the alarms would wake her sons in time for their classes. On the way, she considered the dream that had awakened her. Whereas she'd gone to bed anything but aroused, she woke on the slippery edge of climax, nearly shouting Jordan's name. Not Jeff. Not Tom. Something about the stranger who'd been with her the night before still resonated within her. After assuring herself Jeff wasn't there, she'd indulged in her body's need, fingering herself to a satisfying climax, using her memory of the night before to continue her dream, rather than change it. As she sat at a light, a 1/2 smile on her face as she relived the dream & what it had done for her, she was surprised-but not uncomfortably so-that she didn't feel guilty. Telling herself it would help her to get through the rest of her 'debt,' she decided she was glad she was hoping Jordan would call.
Kathy sat down at her terminal & logged on, pulling down her bosses' e-mails & then her own, reviewing & sorting as predecessors had paper messages. She put Melissa's message off until last, expecting a brief-sanitized-version of the night before. After reading the cryptic message & it's accompanying warning, Kathy stared at the screen, trying to decide what to do. She got up abruptly, printing the note, then deleting it completely before directing the others' mail to their electronic boxes with appropriate notes. Jotting a note that she would be back, she hurried to the elevator, the single sheet of paper clutched in 1 hand, & took the elevator to the research area. Company policy prohibited 'personal surfing' & she knew the main terminals were monitored for such. But the research terminals were used to gather all sorts of information for various cases, much of the data 'questionable' by moral standards. Better, to promote use of the system, which had been invaluable in several cases, those systems were always on-line & were not monitored. She was lucky to find an open unit, but reasoned the law clerks (lawyer wannabes, mostly) who did the majority of the searches were seldom seen before 9. Checking that no one was nearby, Kathy quickly typed the address line into the header & pressed enter. Puzzlement gave way to shock as the title appeared, followed by the minimized thumbnails of she & Melissa putting out for a group of naked black men. There was no doubt it was t hem, & Kathy wondered if Jeff had seen it & realized what was happening. She decided not-Melissa wouldn't have just called if that had been true. She also considered whether Fred would recognize her, & discounted that possibility-he barely knew what she looked like, any more. But it did mean potential leverage... there was no telling what Tom was pulling in on this little side business, but Kathy guessed they could shave some of their debt through knowing about it. But she knew she'd need proof. She quickly saved each of the images, as well as the master page & the URL to 1 of the blank CD ROM's lying around the room. Pocketing the disc, she deleted the history reference, & returned to her desk, tucking the disc, in it's plastic protective sleeve, into her purse. Locking the purse in her desk drawer, she took enough additional time to visit the ladies room-the pictures had left her aroused she decided to masturbate quickly to get on with the day's activities. Each time the phone rang, though, she found herself hoping it would be Mike, asking her to join her that night. The thought he would soon be in charge of their debt kept her on the edge of needing another trip to the bathroom. Twice Melissa was nearly caught taking a drink, & the way the 4th grade teacher eyed her, she suspected the sour biddy knew what she had hidden in her purse. & her desk. Aware what would happen if she was caught, she went out for lunch, relocating her stash to her car. & like Kathy, she found herself hoping for a phone call, wishing Jordan would ask to be with her again. She called home when school was out & she'd finished her lesson plans. The boys were home but were going to friends for dinner. Instead of going home, Melissa sat at her desk, trying to understand just how she'd gotten into such a situation, & to guess where it would lead. She absently opened her purse & checked her cell phone, surprised to find the screen blank. When she plugged it in, she found no fewer than 4 messages. The 1st was from Kathy, suggesting they meet. The 2nd was from Mike, telling her he could 'put the john off' but gloating that she 'must've really put out' because the guy from the night before was interested in 'another taste.' Grimacing at the man's leering tone, she nevertheless felt an emotional lift-Jordan had really enjoyed himself. But before calling back, she reviewed the other messages. Kathy called again, saying simply she'd been called by Mike, & hoped they could 'share' an excuse, adding that they should talk at the dive bar near the apartment before 'work.' The final was an exasperated Mike, threatening to revert to the cryptic home & work messages if she didn't check her voice mail more often, & giving her a deadline to respond before he told the John she was 'otherwise engaged.' Afraid of what that might mean to Jordan, Melissa glanced at the clock. She had less than 5 min to call Mike & give an OK. As she dialed-Tom's number, since he'd turned his similarly 'blind' phone over to his new partner-Melissa admitted that at least he'd given her a choice... Tom would've told her when & where he wanted her. She wondered how long it'd be before Mike adopted that attitude. She met Kathy for a drink before going up to get ready. Kathy explained that she'd seen the site & planned to talk to Michael about how much extra time they get credit for, since 'internet sales' hadn't been discussed in the release she knew they'd signed. Melissa was hesitant to confront Tom, remembering the way he'd punished her the last time, but her friend was so certain Michael would listen & be reasonable she didn't argue. She also didn't let on that she was actually looking forward to her 'date.' While she honestly loved her friend, Kathy's obvious devotion to their new pimp was unsettling. Especially when compared to Tom, who was no prince, the man was a lech. Breaking her usual routine, Melissa actually showered before getting ready to meet Tom. She felt strangely nervous, paying more attention to her make-up, & putting it on more tastefully than Tom had counseled for her usual work. As she stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the towel in the basket to walk naked to the closet, she saw Michael & Kathy talking in the corner. His eyes followed her across the room, but her friend seemed not to notice, despite the fact she was staring adoringly at the pimp. Melissa realized that galled her-that he knew the way Kathy felt about him & used it to his advantage. Even before Kathy approached her a moment later, she knew the web-site would mean no more points off. She was right. "Michael explained they calculate the web sales into our totals," she explained breathlessly as she took off her blouse. Melissa realized her friend had previously lost her bra-before going to talk to the pimp-& wondered again at what her friend was thinking. "That means it'll help us down the road, but no one knows how much." She giggled, "He said we should visit the site a lot, since part of our credit is based on the number of hits." "You're sure chipper," Melissa immediately felt guilty for the shot-it wasn't like she was unaffected, either. Kathy merely nodded. "I have a quickie, so Michael's going to take me when I'm done." "Take you out? So I shouldn't wait?" Kathy blushed as she leaned over. "No... he's going to fuck me. I'm so hot just thinking about that I'll probably cream no matter what the John's doing." "I guess that's a good thing," Melissa answered neutrally, again reflecting on the fact she hadn't put any lubricant in her sex for the night. She was ashamed to admit to herself she almost hadn't put any condoms into her purse." Like it or not, both women were adapting to their situation, focusing on the few positives that existed in the world of a whore. Kathy jumped up, clearly primed to do her trick & return for some of Michael's attention. But Melissa didn't mind her friend's impatience, closing her things into 1 of the many locker-sized cabinets & joining her on the short walk to the hotel.
"You're early!" Jordan Franks was seated in 1 of the shadowed booths when Melissa hesitantly looked into the dim room. She smiled & nodded, suddenly feeling happier than she had all day. She hurried toward the table, but he met her 1/2 way. The change in him was striking... he wasn't hesitant as he'd been, & she wondered if other things would change as well. "You're ready to go upstairs," she murmured after accepting a full kiss from her 'date.' Part of her had hoped to get a drink 1st. "Oh no... unless you're in a hurry," Jordan took her arm, leading her again toward the garage. "I thought we'd go to Herford House... it's there by Bazooka's." "I know," she blushed, wondering if that made him think she'd been in the strip club. "You know you don't have to do this," she offered. He nodded. "I want to... this may be business for you, but I am going to treat it like a real date..." "I like that... & you... & it's not just business for me, either," Melissa surprised herself by meaning that. "But it's business for your..." he glanced at the desk clerk, who eyed them knowingly, "Manager." Melissa looked around. "I'd rather not talk about him." Jordan stiffened, "Is something wrong? Is he doing something to you? Forcing you to do this?" Melissa smiled at his outrage but couldn't bring herself to admit the truth. Any more than she was willing to deny it, even if it was another of Tom's traps. "I'll be glad you want to be with me then," Jordan nodded his head decisively, "& we'll leave the other to later... I don't want to force anything on you." "You're not. Honestly... I was hoping you'd call." Melissa blushed again. "Then we have to talk sometime, too." He eyed her meaningfully, "I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it." For a moment Melissa allowed herself to imagine her 'sugar daddy' buying her out from under Tom's cruel debt. But she knew that wouldn't happen. Couldn't happen. & if it did, what would that mean for her marriage. She was glad when Jordan didn't press the issue. He turned the Crown Vic over to a valet, escorting the beautiful, & he was beginning to realize, distressed call girl inside. He spoke quietly to the hostess, asking for something intimate, & they were early enough she was able to accommodate them, providing an alcove booth for 2. Melissa suggested he order for them both, & he didn't miss her relief when he ordered a bottle of wine to go with the meal. He guessed she was walking the ragged edge of having a problem with the booze, another suggestion all was not as it seemed. Even so, she smiled & talked openly about herself, laughing at his good jokes, groaning at the bad ones, & managed to eat more of her meal than she had the night before. He asked after dessert, & smiling suggestively, she said she was waiting to get back to 'his place' for that before she excused herself to the ladies' room. So he was surprised when she reappeared seconds later, skin deathly pale, eyes wide, almost panting. "Melissa!" he rose, reaching for her. She sagged against him, eyes fluttering slightly. He could feel her shaking. "Get me out of here!" she murmured. Concerned about her, about himself in case Tom had somehow twigged, & about whatever else he didn't know that could affect her so, Jordan threw enough money to cover dinner & a tip on the table, & 1/2 supported, 1/2 carried her out, asking the valet to hurry as he waved a 10 spot at the man. He hoped it was the man's glance at the clearly distressed woman that propelled him into the lot. While they waited she pulled him back against the building, out of clear site of the door. His sense of self-preservation fully activated, it was a struggle for Jordan to keep his hand away from the little 9mm hideout tucked into the back of his pants. Melissa ignored his questions, eyes seeming almost glazed, the shaking returning now & then, lasting a few seconds, then passing. A moment later the Crown Vic was before them. The dash she made toward the door was her 1st independent action since he'd grabbed her by the table. Eyeing the restaurant the whole time he moved around & paid the grateful but curious valet, Jordan slipped behind the wheel. The tires were hissing on the pavement before his door had closed. He looked at Melissa, expecting her eyes to be locked on the passing glass storefronts, but they were caged straight ahead, fixed on nothingness.
Melissa was barely aware of the car's motion, or of Jordan's concern as he watched her. She kept asking herself if she'd really seen... no, she knew it was true. Turning the corner toward the ladies' room, she'd caught a ready glimpse of Jeff's meeting. It wasn't any office meeting-he was seated at an angle to a painfully thin redhead. Their fingers were twined, & as she watched, the woman's foot brushed suggestively over her husband's calf, to the man's obvious pleasure. He said something & she nodded, reaching for her glass as he speared the last morsel of steak on his plate. The redhead somehow sensed she was being watched, then, & she glanced up, smiling knowingly at Melissa. The emotionless, professional 'leave him alone, this one's mine!' glare Melissa had seen used on occasion in the make-up room at the apartment had lit the woman's otherwise stunning face. Spinning on her heel before Jeff noticed her, Melissa had fled back to the table, fighting for breath & not to scream or cry. He was cheating on her, & because he wanted to. It seemed they hit every light on the way back to the hotel. The trip took long enough that she had recovered somewhat by the time they pulled into the garage. & the shock & humiliation had become a boiling anger. She checked her appearance in the mirror... not too bad. The last thing she wanted was to draw Michael or Tom's attention. Jordan made no effort to get out of the car after he'd killed the engine. He tentatively reached over, covering her hand in his. Looking at him, she bit her lip, aware of her keen need to be with someone right then. "Can you talk about it?" "After," she said, "Right now I want you to make love to me." He nodded, still worried about her reaction, but worried as well at the way a part of him reacted to what she'd said. "You're sure?" She nodded, managing a smile as she pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. "I guess that's answer enough for me," he checked the watch on the dash, "Do we have time?" There was a curious pause before she nodded. "Tonight I'm all yours... but..." "But what?" she looked down, not wanting to answer. "I need to feel you inside of me now... I want to lay beside you more than I could last night... but I have to go get my things 1st... my real things. Otherwise... I can't let him know what I'm doing or there'll be trouble." She watched him, & he saw the fear in her eyes. He wondered just what Tom had done to her in the past that she was so skittish. "That takes a lot of trust to say to me." She nodded. "I'll earn that trust." She smiled briefly, though he could see the fear remained in her eyes. "We should go upstairs." She nodded, and they returned to the hotel hand in hand. With each moment as they moved through the quiet atrium to the elevator and into the faux gilt cage, the thought of what she was about to be doing with this quiet man built within Melissa a fierce arousal. Before the doors had closed fully, the pretty blonde teacher had turned, pressing herself boldly against a relative stranger, not caring who saw her wanton advance, hungry to be with him-to feel him within her-once more. Jordan responded instinctively, amazed at how quickly the woman had shifted from a strange mix of anger and despair to a passion so strong her body he could almost feel her body humming. He was dimly aware her hands were nearly tearing his shirt, she was working so frantically to free the tail. Pushing away from the back of the elevator, he gave her the room to get his shirt untucked, his erection jolting as her fingers slipped beneath the cotton, running over his skin, nails scratching lightly. She broke the passionate kiss that had lasted fifteen or twenty seconds, burying her face where his shoulder met his neck, murmuring her need as she pressed herself against his crotch. This was not the almost shy, carefully subservient woman he had known before, and Jordan sensed this was somehow the real woman. His breath caught as her fingers found the front zip, & before he could voice an objection, she had his pants half open, fingers desperately but gently tugging at his shaft. The cool air was proof she had succeeded, & unable to think clearly enough to worry about what might happen, Jordan sagged against the wall of the car as the petite blonde slid languidly down his body until she could take him in her mouth. He gripped the rail with both hands as Melissa's head began to bob feverishly. She was taking him completely, and again he was amazed at the skill she displayed. Such thoughts quickly vanished as she built him toward climax. He was ready to shout as the bell chimed and the car jolted, slowing before it reached their floor. For a moment Jordan considered stopping her, aware their display could land them in the local lock-up. But Melissa didn't hear or didn't care... or the risk of being caught added to her own needs, because she simply sucked at him harder, holding her face against his crotch. A moment later it was too late to do anything but gasp as she carried him over the edge, slurping up each heavy shot of his semen without coming up for air. He was still firing into her throat when the doors parted, luckily to an empty hall. Aware that could change any moment, Jordan caught the amazing woman at his feet by the armpits, lifting her off of his semi-erect pole. She whined in protest, eyes clearing from the lust haze enough to remember where they were. She blushed prettily, and did not protest when he turned her, using her to hide his open pants and flagging cock as he guided her to his room. A different room than the night before... much higher, he was glad, considering what had happened. And Melissa clearly wasn't sated, as she pressed her taut rump against him with each step. For a moment Jordan wondered if nymphomania had led the pretty lady into the life she led. She was certainly more aggressive than she had been the night before. As proof, she turned while he groped in his pants for the key, wrapping her arms around his neck, one leg rising to his waist, allowing her to grind her pelvis against his crotch. He realized she'd somehow stripped off her panties-had to have happened in the elevator-and her sex was literally dripping wet. It truly had been a long time since Jordan had been with a woman, and he could not remember having ever turned a partner on such a degree as Melissa. And he knew enough to be confident that her reaction was real. She wasn't high, & wasn't simply faking it in hopes of a bigger tip. His erection returning with uncommon speed in response to his partner's excitement, he felt himself slip into her velvet folds, heard the throaty moan of pleasure escape her lips, as the door opened. They did not make it to the bed for the first exchange; he barely got the door closed. Having turned, keeping her back to the door, Jordan allowed the smaller woman to push him down onto his back, and then watched as she caught him in a tiny hand, guiding his resurrected cock to her tight seam and settling onto him with obvious relish. He opted not to touch her otherwise, simply watching in half-light of the hall. She was beautiful, eyes closed, head dipping back every few strokes, lips parting slightly. Within a minute she was rutting against him like a wild woman, moans & cries escaping her throat with increasing volume and frequency. One hand rose to tangle her hair as the other's manicured nails pinched & pulled at her pierced nipple. She bit her lower lip, giving a longer groan, & then he gasped as she thrust fully against him, holding herself in place as her entire body spasmed. He felt her pubic muscles contracting rhythmically, spastically, and the milking sensation proved enough to coax his second climax along, as well. Gritting his teeth, Jordan tried to hold off, big hands slipping beneath Melissa's buttocks, intent on lifting her free of his explosion. She whimpered, leaning forward but clamping her knees almost painfully against his thighs. "But there's no..." "Mmmmm-hmmm," she husked, lips against his ear, "I know... I want you... to cum... inside of me... mark me... make me yours." Shocked at such an image, Jordan lost control, flooding her sex with his second load. It wasn't the end, though. After they showered, she put on some music and they danced, naked, losing themselves in the moment. And when his erection had returned, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed, and making love to her the way he had long before, with his wife. Neither considered the change in the way they were approaching pleasure. And while it was yet again different from the spent passion of the hour before, it was at least as fulfilling. He marveled at the tone of her body; the way she responded to each thrust and move. She spurred him on when he needed to move faster, welcomed the harder thrusts as his climax approached. He felt her shudder in her own release several times, never pausing in sharing herself with him; and apparently never too spent to go on. Even when they had finished, she absently fingered her sex as she lay close to him, their laboured breathing easing. "You can't stay?" she brought a hand up to tease the sparse, tightly curled hair on his chest. "I can... I just have to be careful." "I don't understand." And he did not. How could she stay out? "If you'll wait, I'll come back. But I have to leave... have to get my things." "Those aren't your things?" Stranger and stranger, but at the same time, he felt that tingle. Not sexual arousal, but intuition... he was close to something important. There was something close to a giggle before she answered. "No. Though you may be disappointed with the 'real' me." Jordan wound her close in his arms. "That's not possible. The only disappointment I feel is the thought of having to share you with anyone." He blinked. Where had that come from? Melissa did not react, and he guessed she had chosen to ignore it as typical John bluster. "What can I do?" "Well... You could walk me to the lobby. I have to walk... I have to go back to leave these clothes and get my things. Then I have to find someplace safe to leave my car." "The garage here is monitored..." "No," she smiled, touching his arm, "I mean someplace my... my manager won't see me. I could get in trouble." And not from your husband? Jordan wondered to himself. "Would it be better to go someplace else?" "You'd do that?" He laughed. "To spend more time with you? I'm already trying to decide how to win you away from your... manager." There was a strange light in her eyes as she looked up at him, but suddenly it changed, the fear he had seen earlier returning. "You're too good," she whispered, pushing up suddenly and groping for her clothes with one hand as she leaned over the edge of the bed, shielding her breasts with the other arm. She tottered, and Jordan almost reached to help her, but sensed the last thing she could stand at that moment was his touch. The woman was a study in contradictions. "Oh God," she seemed on the verge of tears, "I'd told myself I wouldn't let it happen again... I wouldn't do anything to make it worse..." As Jordan watched with growing alarm, tears began to run down her pretty face, streaking the already sex-smeared make-up grotesquely. "I don't"... "Please don't tell Tom I did anything wrong... I didn't try to get around him... I'll do anything," her face paled despite the make-up as she rocked backward, both arms hugging her chest, "Oh God, I'm making it worse..." She stumbled from the bed and into the bathroom. He heard her gag, heard the toilet flush, and then the shower went on again. He waited for a minute before padding to the open bathroom door. She had the curtain closed, but he saw she was curled in a ball at one end of the tub. "Melissa?" he paused, unsure what to say, "What did I do? What did you do?... I don't understand." He opened the curtain, repeating the question as he bent to lift her out of the tub. She shivered violently, her pale wet skin feeling hot against his. At that moment, though, the last thing on his mind was sex; something was terribly wrong. "Missy," he soothed, "It's OK... I'm not telling anyone anything... Why would I jeopardize having more time with you?" She shook her head, but did not try to escape his embrace. Still murmuring supportively, Jordan carried her back into the bedroom. Keeping her cradled on his naked lap, holding her against his chest with 1 arm, he reached for the room phone, then thought better of it, selecting instead his cell phone. Trapping the tiny unit against his ear, he paged through the tattered yellow pages, selecting the Doubletree far south of the city. Rocking her slightly, he made the reservation for two, making up a name on the spot: Hinder. After hanging up, he stood, carrying the tiny blonde back into the bathroom to retrieve a towel. Me
Part XVIII Jordan wasn't sure why he was feeling the clock was ticking; he knew better than to push too hard. The girl might get skittish, his front man might get suspicious, or Tom might simply decide to bolt. & he was too close, after too long without any shot, to risk messing things up. As he fixed his tie-he'd decided to use the 'new John' approach, unsure of what was expected & a perfect means of flattering the girl-he imagined what they would say when he single-handedly proved to his superiors (& their superiors) that he hadn't been dreaming when he claimed there was a nationally organized syndicate of prostitution. The Bureau had gone along to a point, allowing his investigation of some alleged crimes in the brothels of Nevada. But they had balked at his suggestion that there was anything more than the local pimp running a handful of girls elsewhere in the continental US, pointing out that anything so big was bound to be discovered, as always happened to the various 'madams' whose 'businesses' seemed to implode every few years. They had laughed at Jordan's circumstantial evidence-the same man shepherding some of the same (but obviously varying) attractive women, hosting 'meetings' in Orlando, Tampa, Austin, Dallas, San Antonio, Phoenix, Vegas, Santa Fe, Albuquerque, & Denver. Except the Denver & San Antonio 'nodes' as Jordan had taken to calling them had been discovered after he had been told to stop his investigation. At the time, he had angrily demanded a hearing, during which he could present his findings; he had been poised to ask for a task force to address the situation when his boss had shut him down. He'd thought the high profile nature of the evidence he'd collected-sports figures, politicians, entertainers, and 'kings of industry' trysting with winsome young women-would be an easy sell in Washington. So he had been puzzled at the total wall he hit. & he was more puzzled when it became obvious that someone was gunning for him, trying to ruin his career. But his boss had noticed as well. & while the man was a politician at heart, & couldn't... or wouldn't see what was plain to the other investigators Jordan had consulted early on to be sure he wasn't imagining things, he was also aware that agents like Jordan Franks were too valuable to be squandered to political expediency. He pointed out that Jordan had barely touched his vacation, which had accumulated over almost a decade & a half of continuous service, & so Jordan had grudgingly taken a leave. But he had hardly taken the time off. Unassisted, he had opened an investigation, gathering evidence until he had an air tight case, except that he still did not know the true identity of the man whose face he could not discern in the early photos, which were taken at a distance and a bad angle. & his later shots, of the women he knew to be a part of the syndicate & the steady roll of new recruits, were without any 'chaperone.' Which told Jordan someone inside-likely out of the Bureau but in DC's political circles-had leaked what the Bureau knew. Tom had changed his MO, protecting himself so well Jordan had nearly lost the trail except for a lucky sighting of 1 of the 'known' girls with a newbie in Vegas. The flight back to Denver had put him on the trail again. He realized that DC was an obvious choice for a node in Tom's 'chain' of call services. He guessed that was the reason no one had jumped, even when he had played the 'race' card that he had loathed throughout his tenure in the Bureau; even the most bigoted SOB he'd ever met, a DDC in the DC office, had shrugged at the obvious difference in Tom's clientele & employees, repeating the 'party line' that 'there was not, nor could there be an interstate prostitution ring of significance.' & there were problems, Jordan knew: why were there no 'disgruntled employees?' Even the best pimp had girls who went south, or went crazy (or started out that way). It wasn't something law agencies wanted to admit, but most soliciting arrests stopped at the bottom of the chain-the hooker on the street-unless she was angry enough at her pimp to sell him out. & at some point that always happened. Except to Tom. Jordan had tried to guess how he could keep all of his girls happy. Or lacking that, how he could so successfully keep the angry ones from going to the cops. In his experience, the pimps willing to 'make an example' of their girls to keep one quiet & the others docile were equally volatile in dealing with the Johns. Which wasn't Tom's style. But he couldn't really see the man buying off every working girl who got a bug in her panties... he'd go broke. & ignoring that, why were there no unhappy Johns? Working girls always got greedy... how could Tom keep his girls in line so that they put out, pleased their customers, but didn't ask for too much in return. Not to mention the question of how Tom got his customers. Until the night before, with a guy Jordan knew wasn't his quarry, he'd never gotten close enough to consider asking for 'a date' as Mike had put it. So he decided the sudden turn of fortune in his favor was the reason he was feeling antsy. & vowed not to waste the chance. Which meant he couldn't go full bore asking all sorts of questions on his 'date.' He had to hope he could reasonably ask to 'see' whoever he met again, & thought that the story he'd fed Tom's surrogate the night before would make that easy enough. Of course, if he'd been on the Government clock, doing the deed would be out of the question (ignoring what the deep cover boys & girls did, of course). In some ways it was good he was on his own. But it didn't mean he wouldn't be careful. Pocketing a strip of condoms, he checked to be sure his only identification was that of the bland executive in a Styrofoam plant he'd had inserted into the national files while lifting his own real package-a parting gift from the boss for his 'fishing trip.' Jordan eyed the hotel room, making sure there was no tell tale that'd freak the girl out; he remembered a sting gone bad when a 'priest' had a Glock sitting on the coffee table in his hotel room when Jordan brought the mark into the room. Taking a deep breath, he headed for the door, reminding himself again not to push things this first 'meeting.' "Enjoy yourself," he said aloud, then stepped into the hallway.
Melissa felt naked as she sat on the same stool she'd occupied the night before. She'd tossed back 2 drinks while worrying that a Shriner she knew through her husband or church or school would happen by & see her in the slinky glitter accented dress with the plunging neckline. She'd downed another while considering her 'dates' from the night before might find her & want an encore. Mike had told her she was 'on' at 7-she didn't like the way he leered when he said it, making it seem dirty, whereas Tom just talked about her work as if it was another day at school. But Mike was in charge of this one, Tom had said so himself, & she guessed she'd have to get used to him. She'd arrived from the next-door 'ready room' at 6:50, specifically to have a couple drinks beforehand. But looking at the empties arrayed in front of her, she knew she'd done more than that. She waved to the bartender, whose expression betrayed his disapproval of her, though she didn't know if it was her drinking or dress that offended him. Probably both. He paused long enough to ask if she wanted another. Ignoring his tone of voice, she shook her head, reaching for her purse to pay. "Here, let me," it was the man from the night before. Melissa felt a strange conflict. He'd been so nice, she'd almost convinced herself he didn't know what she was. Obviously that wasn't true. He was just another John. "I can't let you do that," she shook her head. His hand closed over hers. She stared for a moment, surprised at how big he was; she hadn't noticed that the night before. "I insist. I was late getting here," he smiled at her, "But I wanted to look good." "You do," she bit her lip, amazed that she'd said it so spontaneously. But by his smile it was the right thing to say. Score another for the soothing effects of vodka. "Well then, shall we?" he offered an arm, having flipped enough bills to cover the tab & a generous tip onto the bar. She stood, aware of the way the short skirt rode up her thighs as she did so, & taking a moment to straighten it-as if he wouldn't soon see everything beneath-before accepting his gesture. To her surprise, he turned away from the elevators, toward the parking garage. "Uhm... I don't..." "Oh..." he stopped, & she imagined she could see him blush, "I'm sorry... I just," he sighed, then leaned toward her to whisper conspirationally, "I haven't ever really done this, you know... I just... I saw you last night, & then a gentleman suggested I could be with you. I assumed that meant for dinner as well as... you know." Melissa was sure of it, then. He was blushing. She was also aware of a strange excitement that he wasn't a regular-that he'd been interested in her. "I think that's OK," she nodded, leaning against him with a familiarity neither yet felt, "Where did you have in mind?" A handful of nearby restaurants flashed through her mind, along with the thought they were overdressed. "Well, I'd thought about Skye's, but..." he paused at the look Melissa hadn't been able to hide, "Is something wrong?" She swallowed, then managed to shake her head, worried she was ruining the whole thing. "No," she stammered, "Wherever you want." She tried to remind herself it was the middle of the week; the odds of friends being at the revolving restaurant were slim. "You seem... anxious," the man offered as he led her into the garage, walking toward a sleek, sporty car. He held the door for her as she waved away his concern. "No. I was just surprised. Usually it's barbeque or room service." She winced at the suggestion she was that familiar with eating with a 'client' & hoped he wouldn't be turned off at the thought she was a regular working girl. "Oh," he was quiet after he'd climbed behind the wheel. He started the engine, backed out of the stall, & waited until they were headed south before he spoke again, "You sure that's it?" Melissa paused, asking if this was another of Tom's tricks. Or Michael's. She decided that if this guy really was going to be her ticket to freedom, she had to be as honest as she could. "Well... don't get me wrong, I love the thought of dinner at Skye's. I just... you know how this works, right? What I am?" That seemed to fluster the man. "Well yeah... I mean, you're a call girl. Michael explained that in nauseating detail... that I was 'paying to play' I think is what he said. So I wouldn't have to 'mess around warming up.' Whatever that means." Melissa rolled her eyes at Michael's suggestion. She realized it was even more important this man become her sugar daddy. "He didn't... he didn't say anything else about me? About why I do this?" Jordan's brow furrowed & he glanced at her for a minute, then back at the road. "Well... he said something about you were married. I just thought that was a story. You mean it isn't?!" Melissa shook her head, chewing at the inside of her right lip as she did so. Answering his question could give him the key to ruining her marriage. "Doesn't your husband mind... I mean, he's OK with that?" Melissa took a long breath before she answered, reminding herself what was at stake. "He doesn't know." "Damn..." the man shook his head as he thought about that. His free hand had been resting between the seats, & she'd assumed he was working up the courage to touch her. She'd found that hesitancy charming, but was alarmed when he brought it back to the wheel. "So you had to wonder if he'd see you there with me," he nodded his understanding. Melissa echoed his nod. "Him or friends of ours." "You must really..." he left off, then changed the subject, "We could go somewhere else... I mean, somewhere you wouldn't be recognized. "That's OK," she waved a hand at him, "I don't think it's a risk. & we can't drive around too long or I won't do my..." she'd been going to say 'job.' "I won't get to be with you tonight. Like Michael said, I have to be done before 11, sort of like Cinderella & midnight." He smiled at that. "OK, then, Cinderella... to the ball." Dinner passed quickly, during a little more than a turn of the restaurant around the panorama of the city. Melissa ate sparingly, the food better than she remembered. Unlike her husband, Jordan didn't comment on her drinking, even buying a 2nd bottle of wine with the main course. She felt pleasantly loose as they returned to the car, having heard about his job, being to busy for kids, & the death of his wife. He kept insisting she must be bored, but she found it appealing-almost attractive-that he was staying in place, learning to appreciate his memories rather than running from them. & it was flattering that he wanted her to be the 1st woman he'd been with in more than a year, after losing his wife to cancer. That, along with the way he'd treated her throughout the evening, left Melissa intent that he would enjoy himself, even if she was late getting home. & even if he never called on her again. For his part, Jordan had repeatedly asked himself how such a beautiful, companionable woman could be so hooked on sex that she risked everything selling herself to strangers. He wisely didn't pry, but knew enough to lace his story with elements that drew her out. She went on about teaching when he mentioned his wife had been a school librarian; she admitted to having children & to their importance when he lamented not having any. & he wasn't lying when he said he hadn't been with a woman for a long time-his wife had been less understanding of his 'whore obsession' as she'd termed it before leaving him for the neighbor in their DC suburb. On the drive back, he hesitantly reached across the seat to touch Melissa's thigh. When she didn't move, he began to back off, not wanting to push things too far when he was so close to his quarry. Her hand caught his, though, holding hit in place & giving a reassuring squeeze. "Then you want to go do this... be with me?" her voice was quiet but he heard her clearly. He felt himself growing hard as an image of her lying in her lesbian lover's bed filled his head. "I do." She nodded, never letting go of his hand. They walked into the hotel from the garage arm in arm, & she led him to the elevators pausing as they turned by the panel of numbers. "I don't know which room," she whispered, almost a giggle. He cleared his throat, reaching forward to touch the appropriate floor. "Sorry," he mumbled as they started up. He wasn't sure whether to be glad or anxious that they were alone... if she tried to start anything there... "Don't be," she simply leaned against him, "It's nice not to be thought of like that..." she trailed off, leaving him to wonder again how she could stay in a lifestyle she clearly didn't like.
She waited demurely until the door was closed & locked before gently putting her arms around his neck, tilting her head to kiss him lightly. The kiss lingered, & he responded, hands moving to her trim waist. Her body pressed against his; not obscenely or suggestively, merely responding to their mutual arousal. After a minute he pivoted, holding her firmly as he did so, & guiding them to the nearer of the twin beds. He turned again as she sat & then lay back on the comforter, keeping their bodies close, lips together, but holding himself off to the side. "Mmmm," she purred when the kiss broke after a minute, "I like that." He just nodded & smiled. She looked at him, wondering what it was that was so attractive, "I worried I'd scare you off... or that you'd be too eager to really enjoy it." Jordan shook his head. "I want you to enjoy yourself, too." "That's not... that's nice," she sighed as his hand moved beneath her skirt, staying outside her panties, but caressing her mons, while the other traced a circle around 1 raised, taut nipple. He didn't stop to wonder if her response was genuine. Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning despite the awkward angle with practiced ease that also went unnoticed. Within moments, she was freeing his belt & opening his pants. "Oh my," she murmured again, as her hand dipped inside, finding his semi-erect member, "I'm sure I'll enjoy this." They continued to kiss & caress one another, undressing over a few minutes' time, until they lay together, totally naked. His body pressed against hers, & he was ready to take her then & there, but she sat up, bending to his waist, letting her blonde hair cascade over his jutting erection. "I think this needs a little attention," she murmured before taking the head in her mouth. Jordan groaned in appreciation as she began to fellate him. She licked up & down his length at 1st, before taking him into her mouth again, bobbing her head & sucking at him with increasing fervor. Despite knowing what she was, Jordan was surprised that she could take almost his entire shaft without difficulty; he wasn't a small man by any measurement. A fact he proved by easily lifting her naked hips & turning her until she was straddling his face, so that he could return the favor. His tongue flickered over the top of her slit & he smiled at the way her back arched, pushing her pelvis at his face. There was an appreciative moan around his swollen cock, which was repeated as he began to lap at her sex, spreading her pouting labia a bit more with each stroke. He toyed with the ring in her labia, the 1st time he'd seen 1 up close, then began to thrust his tongue deeper into her channel. He was pleased to find that it was not only man-made lubricant easing the way-she was aroused, & becoming more so. He had submitted to a rapid response HIV test administered by Michael the night before, while the pimp went through the do's & don't's of enjoying 'his' girls. Condoms were a must for penetration, he'd warned, though he'd been less exact about oral activity. As thoughts of such started to slip from his mind, Jordan tipped his head back, growling, "I'm getting close. Do you uhm want to do something?" There was a pause in the delicious sensation of her mouth working his cock before she replied. "Not for this. Just before we Oh!" she gasped as he took her clit in his mouth, sucking at it lightly while teasing the surface with his tongue. Her body spasmed, & she eagerly dove back onto his shaft. Within a moment he'd cum, as well. She didn't stop, though, when he'd finished pumping his load into her mouth & throat. He felt her fingers teasing his balls as he head bobbed steadily up & down. He rose quickly for more, after which she finally released him, smiling teasingly as she slid over his body, trapping his swelling erection against her belly & mons, almost low enough to slip into her. "Still interested in being with me?" she teased, giggling at Jordan's nod. His hands moved over her body, lingering on the pierced nipple, & he wondered briefly if it kept the nubbin perpetually aroused. "This is interesting," he murmured, playing the part of the na've widow, "Did it hurt?" "I don't even remember," Melissa nuzzled his neck, wiggling her pelvis suggestively, "It wasn't my idea to get it." That surprised him, but he tried not to let on. "Oh... Does it help?" He felt her smile again. "Sometimes. But tonight I haven't needed 'help.' That was wonderful a moment ago." Jordan rumbled happily. "Tell me about it." He felt her shift, then, flexing her back, which drew her pelvis up. His cockhead brushed between her labia, then pushed gently into her sex. She sighed settling onto him slowly as he remembered they'd skipped a step. "God that feels good," he managed, pumping his hips at her slightly as additional proof. She stopped, holding him 1/2 inside of her for a moment before rocking up toward him again. The 2nd down stroke, he felt another inch or 2 slip into her molten center. His hands came up, thumbs tweaking her nipples. Melissa tipped her head back, rocking in a small motion that steadily worked more of his member into her tight sex. She bit her lip, aware that he was almost as big as Tom. & despite her 'rule' to the contrary, comparing his tenderness to Jeff. The combination was undeniably arousing, which was the reason she'd chosen to take him-if only for a moment-into her sex without a condom. She had 1 in her hand, & would stop to put it on him as he got closer, but knew he'd be able to go for awhile, having blown 1 load already. She felt her inner thighs brush against his & knew she was almost fully impaled. She felt the familiar stretch of being totally filled, & smiled-he was as big as Tom, at least. Leaning back, she reveled in having him inside of her fully. She looked down, still smiling at the expression in his eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked, hands on her waist, supporting her. She nodded, then leaned forward to kiss him hungrily, rocking her hips more quickly than before. God, he felt good thrusting into her like that! They moved in unison, rocking together harder & faster for several minutes. Melissa had enjoyed two strong orgasms when Tom sat up, bringing Melissa upright with him. She giggled at his surprise when she quickly laced her legs around his waist without disengaging from his pleasantly aching shaft. Turning, he moved over her into the missionary position, intent on pleasuring this enigmatic young woman as fully as possible. "Wait," she managed after he'd been thrusting into her for a minute, building her to the edge of another climax, he was sure. He paused, wondering what was wrong. "I need to get this on that wonderful cock before it's too late," she murmured. He nodded, reluctantly slipping out of her sex. She deftly slid the latex sheath onto his member, & then he resumed his steady pumping. She'd timed it well-he was getting close, & true to men world wide, he'd stopped thinking about protection long before. They came together a minute later, muffling one another's cries in a passionate kiss. Spent, he rolled off of her, but making a conscious effort to pull her close in an intimate post-coital hug. She lay there for several moments, murmuring contentedly. When she finally sat up, it was with a groan, having checked the clock. "I really have to leave," she sounded apologetic, "I hope you enjoyed yourself." "I hope I can enjoy you again," Jordan blurted, then asked himself if he was asking as he'd planned, or because this woman was honestly captivating. She nodded, upper incisors closing over her lower lip in an endearing expression. "If you'd like that... I would too," she hesitated, "This was the best time I've had since I... since I started doing this." She got quickly off of the bed reaching for her discarded clothes before she continued. "I really mean that. I wish I could stay longer, but... I can't." "You're sure?" Jordan realized he wanted to be with her again right then, to hold her as his own. He wondered if that was the reason men who used prostitutes kept going back... was this a normal response. He doubted it, but didn't know why he'd feel it in the middle of the case of his life. "That's the downside of cuckolding another man," she sounded unexpectedly bitter, but quickly apologized, "That wasn't fair. & I really did love being with you." "That wasn't why I asked for you..." "What?" "I didn't know... I mean, I didn't know you were married," he gave a short laugh, "Hell, I didn't realize you were a... professional when I met you last night." He watched, sure that she'd bought his white lie. "I don't know that I'd call myself a professional," she shook her head, "Though I guess that's as accurate as any other word now..." A melancholy seemed to fill her, then, & she turned away from him, dressing quickly before she moved to the bedside once more, "I'm sorry... this was wonderful & I'm ruining it. Thank you for dinner. & for letting me be the 1st after your wife. I'm honored... & I hope you'll ask for me again... I'd like that." Jordan reached under the pillow, the agent in him sure she was fishing for a tip. Before he could bring his hand out, though, she'd bent to kiss him quickly on the cheek, then had turned & let herself out of the room without another word. Jordan leapt out of bed, confused at her obvious sincerity, incredulous she hadn't wanted anything from him, & aware she was walking off with a potential lead-wherever she changed from a housewife to the vamp he'd met in the bar. Guessing it wasn't in the hotel, Jordan threw on a pair of sweats he'd set out earlier & dashed out of the room. For once he was glad for the slow elevators & for being only on the 6th floor. He burst out of the stairwell seconds before he heard the chime on the elevator door, & had barely enough time to step back behind some partially concealing greenery. He watched as Melissa went out the front of the hotel & turned right before he dashed down the hall extending the same direction. He was relieved to find there was not an alarm on the exit door... just a sign warning he could not re-enter from that point. He scaled the concrete retaining wall separating the hotel from the slightly more elevated neighbor, & followed the call girl at a distance. Inside a decidedly seedier apartment building, he ducked into a shadow at the front & watched her get on the elevator. Fortunately she was alone, & the car climbed rapidly to the 4th floor. Moving to the mailboxes, then, Jordan glanced at the names. There were 14 nameplates on each floor. He quickly eliminated most of those on 4, except 3 that were blank, 1 that was identified only as 'Fun LLC' & #413, which was labeled 'Jerry Gerlz.' That clinched it for Jordan, who knew that his quarry liked to be called Tom, and that his all of the man's 'girls' were 'marked' to show his ownership. Having seen Melissa's various adornments, he was guessing the tattoo was Tom's doing. Which made him wonder how she had explained it to her husband; except that she apparently had a thing for body art, anyway, so maybe he hadn't thought twice about it. Not wanting to attract any attention, he turned, checking the place out more clinically as he left, and watching for any sign someone had noticed him or was watching. He backtracked to his room, trying to decide how to proceed.
Part XIX "Finally," Jeff eyed her from the doorway to his den. Melissa had barely showered she'd been in such a hurry to get home. Still the clock had been chiming 12 when she entered the hall from the kitchen. "Hope you had a good time." She was getting used to that tone. A semi-sarcastic, resigned pessimism she'd never known in him. At 1st it'd made her feel guilty, but after a couple weeks, during which he'd proven he'd rather play the part of the put-upon spouse than address any real issue, she was almost avoiding him. She meant to do that again, shrugging & saying, 'It was fine, but it's good to be home,' as she passed him in the hall. He reached out, though, catching her waist-not gently. "Where were you?" Melissa blinked, reviewing what lies she'd told that night. Kathy was home, so she hadn't had that as an excuse. "I stayed late doing lesson plans-you hate it when I do them here." "All night?" "Of course not," she crossed her arms over her chest, eyes ablaze at his suggestion, true though it was, "I graded some papers, then went to join some of the others who'd gone to Tom Fooleries." Which was true, at least that they'd gone there. "Why?" she stared at Jeff, wondering if he suspected somehow. "I drove by to surprise you... you've been so busy, I thought we might... I thought we'd do something together." She noticed his grip hadn't gotten any lighter, "You were there all night?" She shrugged again. "Nope. I'd missed them by the time I got there. So I went into Barnes & Noble for awhile, then had a bite at Canyon Caf?. I'm sorry, I should've called. But you had that late meeting, & the boys had practice, & I'd said I was going to be late..." She turned slightly as she left, & could see over his shoulder at his computer screen. There was an inch tall blonde gyrating in an endless loop, bending over & waggling her naked as at the viewer. Her eyes moved to the web page that was open, & without thinking she said, "Oh my God! What are you looking at?" He read her tone as disgust, which was a good thing. "Hey, it's not like I'm cheating!" he pushed her back, blocking her view, "It's not like you've shown any interest, lately. I'd heard about this site at work. Well, not this site... a site that puts a list of new pictures up each day." "That's obscene!" she turned away, as if she could still see the screen, but the image remained behind her eyes. "Horrid." "I dunno," he shrugged, "It's not like those women don't want what they're getting... they apparently like sex!" Melissa ignored the shot, his second in less than a minute. She paused, trying to remember when they'd last had sex. She wasn't sure. & she didn't know if she cared. All she knew was she didn't want to push the issue or have him look too closely, since the masked women being used by several black men were she & Kathy. She remembered the title at the top of the page: Big Dogg's Blacks on Blondes. As she turned forcefully in his grip, her hip brushed against his pelvis, & she felt the erection. She recoiled at the thought the images of her being used like that aroused him. "Does that excite you?" she asked without thinking, "Is that what you want? Do you want me to let you & your friends degrade me like that?" He snorted. "Puh-leeze... as if you could," something inside of Melissa flickered & died at his words. This wasn't the man she'd married. He was still talking, "... do share a matching taste in what's that you call it? Body Art? Maybe she's the slut you saw in Vegas." "You didn't mind the change a month ago," she seethed. "I was still getting some a month ago," he retorted, 1 hand reaching up to cup her pierced breast forcefully, "What is it? That all you need now? Do you get yourself off with those piercings so you don't need a man?" "Go fuck yourself!" she almost shouted, barely remembering the boys, "Go back to your computer & beat off, you little little man!" His face was a mask of rage as he caught hold of her blouse in his hand, propelling her backwards down the hall to their room. "Little man?" he snarled, "Little man! Let's see if I can't make you say different. You're my wife! I won't take that shit from you!" He'd kept hold of her, & as they passed into the dark bedroom, he paused long enough to kick the door closed. But he didn't let go of her. He pushed her onto her back on the bed, laughing as her blouse tore in his hands. She lay frozen in terror as he yanked at her skirt, ripping her panties away. There was a pause, during which she heard him open his pants. He stepped away from the bed, & she let out a breath, assuming he'd come to his senses. A moment later, though, his weight was on top of her as he drove his hips at hers savagely. She winced, having washed the lubricant from her sex before heading home, but before the discomfort increased, he was all of the way inside of her. She dimly felt him bite at a naked nipple, thankfully the unpierced side. "Is that small? Huh? Had you forgotten? I bet that's it. You're so busy hanging out with Miss Too-Good-For-Anyone & playing Miss Perfect Teacher to consider having sex." He was pumping against her relentlessly, "I shouldn't have been so calm about it... should've reminded you sooner what gets you off!" He was panting, & she realized he was already close to cumming. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears at finding what a sham her marriage really was. & not because he suspected her of infidelity... or at least, not mostly because of that. Scared of what he'd do if she didn't react, Melissa let the 'pro' she'd become take over, arching her back & moaning softly, her fingers digging into the back of the man rutting into her. "Uh-huh, see? Told you I could remind you what you need." He stopped, giving a groaning sigh as he came inside of her, then. He held himself over her, thrust fully home like any john she'd ever known, then rolled off to lay panting beside her on the still made bed. Within 2min she could tell by his breathing he was asleep. She leaned over, sniffing, hoping he'd been drinking. There was no odor to his breath. She lay back, enduring the bout of shakes that wracked her body as she relived what had just happened. For an awful moment she wondered if he had decided that was the way he liked to have sex. She got up from the bed, padding down the hall into the guest bathroom in her ruined clothes, & dropping to her knees by the toilet before becoming violently ill. As she sat on the cold tile, her forehead against the porcelain stool, she wondered how things had gotten so upside down. It nearly made her vomit again, when she found herself hoping Jordan would call, offering a pleasant interlude from the hell her homelife had become. Heedless of how she looked, she went into the sitting room, pouring herself a healthy dose of the bourbon she was replacing several times a week. As the liquid warmth moved through her, taking away some of the horror of the night, she returned to the den. The high-speed Internet connection was full-time, so she needed only to move the mouse, & the images of her 'enjoying herself' as Jeff had put it were before her. She knew that Kathy had her own e-mail address at work, & quickly copied the address to a note, warning her not to simply pull it up where anyone could see. Having sent the warning to her friend, she backpaged to a 'Daily Thumbs' page that, like Jeff had said, offered an endless string of 'new' images of named porn actresses & 'amateurs.' It looked to Melissa like Jeff had viewed most of those sites. Shaking again, she realized she couldn't very well argue with his looking... he wasn't cheating; he was doing what he needed to satisfy himself when she hadn't-she could admit that. She'd lost it, though, at the thought he might so easily find out about her own double life, & at the fear of what would happen if he did. It scared her, though that she'd felt nothing but revulsion, even acknowledging that she had been neglecting him. He hadn't been loving, hadn't been gentle or caring, hadn't appreciated her putting up with that, & most importantly, he hadn't been able to begin to arouse her. Melissa returned to the bedroom after a long hesitation, wondering if he ever would again. The next morning, Jeff was already gone when Melissa awoke, too late to consider showering before work. She looked at her reflection in dismay, making a minimal effort to look presentable. At least she wouldn't be in the same clothes. She found the note on her vanity. 'Sorry I overreacted... let's talk tonight when I get home (9-late meeting). Love, Jeff.' She reread the note, then crumpled it, wondering what sort of 'meeting' he had, & angry that he'd so lightly treated what had happened. She tossed back her morning double while fuming over his apparent attitude, & welcomed the familiar glow that made it matter less. Appropriately supplied to endure the day, she climbed into her car to head to school, having made sure the alarms would wake her sons in time for their classes. On the way, she considered the dream that had awakened her. Whereas she'd gone to bed anything but aroused, she woke on the slippery edge of climax, nearly shouting Jordan's name. Not Jeff. Not Tom. Something about the stranger who'd been with her the night before still resonated within her. After assuring herself Jeff wasn't there, she'd indulged in her body's need, fingering herself to a satisfying climax, using her memory of the night before to continue her dream, rather than change it. As she sat at a light, a 1/2 smile on her face as she relived the dream & what it had done for her, she was surprised-but not uncomfortably so-that she didn't feel guilty. Telling herself it would help her to get through the rest of her 'debt,' she decided she was glad she was hoping Jordan would call.
Kathy sat down at her terminal & logged on, pulling down her bosses' e-mails & then her own, reviewing & sorting as predecessors had paper messages. She put Melissa's message off until last, expecting a brief-sanitized-version of the night before. After reading the cryptic message & it's accompanying warning, Kathy stared at the screen, trying to decide what to do. She got up abruptly, printing the note, then deleting it completely before directing the others' mail to their electronic boxes with appropriate notes. Jotting a note that she would be back, she hurried to the elevator, the single sheet of paper clutched in 1 hand, & took the elevator to the research area. Company policy prohibited 'personal surfing' & she knew the main terminals were monitored for such. But the research terminals were used to gather all sorts of information for various cases, much of the data 'questionable' by moral standards. Better, to promote use of the system, which had been invaluable in several cases, those systems were always on-line & were not monitored. She was lucky to find an open unit, but reasoned the law clerks (lawyer wannabes, mostly) who did the majority of the searches were seldom seen before 9. Checking that no one was nearby, Kathy quickly typed the address line into the header & pressed enter. Puzzlement gave way to shock as the title appeared, followed by the minimized thumbnails of she & Melissa putting out for a group of naked black men. There was no doubt it was t hem, & Kathy wondered if Jeff had seen it & realized what was happening. She decided not-Melissa wouldn't have just called if that had been true. She also considered whether Fred would recognize her, & discounted that possibility-he barely knew what she looked like, any more. But it did mean potential leverage... there was no telling what Tom was pulling in on this little side business, but Kathy guessed they could shave some of their debt through knowing about it. But she knew she'd need proof. She quickly saved each of the images, as well as the master page & the URL to 1 of the blank CD ROM's lying around the room. Pocketing the disc, she deleted the history reference, & returned to her desk, tucking the disc, in it's plastic protective sleeve, into her purse. Locking the purse in her desk drawer, she took enough additional time to visit the ladies room-the pictures had left her aroused she decided to masturbate quickly to get on with the day's activities. Each time the phone rang, though, she found herself hoping it would be Mike, asking her to join her that night. The thought he would soon be in charge of their debt kept her on the edge of needing another trip to the bathroom. Twice Melissa was nearly caught taking a drink, & the way the 4th grade teacher eyed her, she suspected the sour biddy knew what she had hidden in her purse. & her desk. Aware what would happen if she was caught, she went out for lunch, relocating her stash to her car. & like Kathy, she found herself hoping for a phone call, wishing Jordan would ask to be with her again. She called home when school was out & she'd finished her lesson plans. The boys were home but were going to friends for dinner. Instead of going home, Melissa sat at her desk, trying to understand just how she'd gotten into such a situation, & to guess where it would lead. She absently opened her purse & checked her cell phone, surprised to find the screen blank. When she plugged it in, she found no fewer than 4 messages. The 1st was from Kathy, suggesting they meet. The 2nd was from Mike, telling her he could 'put the john off' but gloating that she 'must've really put out' because the guy from the night before was interested in 'another taste.' Grimacing at the man's leering tone, she nevertheless felt an emotional lift-Jordan had really enjoyed himself. But before calling back, she reviewed the other messages. Kathy called again, saying simply she'd been called by Mike, & hoped they could 'share' an excuse, adding that they should talk at the dive bar near the apartment before 'work.' The final was an exasperated Mike, threatening to revert to the cryptic home & work messages if she didn't check her voice mail more often, & giving her a deadline to respond before he told the John she was 'otherwise engaged.' Afraid of what that might mean to Jordan, Melissa glanced at the clock. She had less than 5 min to call Mike & give an OK. As she dialed-Tom's number, since he'd turned his similarly 'blind' phone over to his new partner-Melissa admitted that at least he'd given her a choice... Tom would've told her when & where he wanted her. She wondered how long it'd be before Mike adopted that attitude. She met Kathy for a drink before going up to get ready. Kathy explained that she'd seen the site & planned to talk to Michael about how much extra time they get credit for, since 'internet sales' hadn't been discussed in the release she knew they'd signed. Melissa was hesitant to confront Tom, remembering the way he'd punished her the last time, but her friend was so certain Michael would listen & be reasonable she didn't argue. She also didn't let on that she was actually looking forward to her 'date.' While she honestly loved her friend, Kathy's obvious devotion to their new pimp was unsettling. Especially when compared to Tom, who was no prince, the man was a lech. Breaking her usual routine, Melissa actually showered before getting ready to meet Tom. She felt strangely nervous, paying more attention to her make-up, & putting it on more tastefully than Tom had counseled for her usual work. As she stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the towel in the basket to walk naked to the closet, she saw Michael & Kathy talking in the corner. His eyes followed her across the room, but her friend seemed not to notice, despite the fact she was staring adoringly at the pimp. Melissa realized that galled her-that he knew the way Kathy felt about him & used it to his advantage. Even before Kathy approached her a moment later, she knew the web-site would mean no more points off. She was right. "Michael explained they calculate the web sales into our totals," she explained breathlessly as she took off her blouse. Melissa realized her friend had previously lost her bra-before going to talk to the pimp-& wondered again at what her friend was thinking. "That means it'll help us down the road, but no one knows how much." She giggled, "He said we should visit the site a lot, since part of our credit is based on the number of hits." "You're sure chipper," Melissa immediately felt guilty for the shot-it wasn't like she was unaffected, either. Kathy merely nodded. "I have a quickie, so Michael's going to take me when I'm done." "Take you out? So I shouldn't wait?" Kathy blushed as she leaned over. "No... he's going to fuck me. I'm so hot just thinking about that I'll probably cream no matter what the John's doing." "I guess that's a good thing," Melissa answered neutrally, again reflecting on the fact she hadn't put any lubricant in her sex for the night. She was ashamed to admit to herself she almost hadn't put any condoms into her purse." Like it or not, both women were adapting to their situation, focusing on the few positives that existed in the world of a whore. Kathy jumped up, clearly primed to do her trick & return for some of Michael's attention. But Melissa didn't mind her friend's impatience, closing her things into 1 of the many locker-sized cabinets & joining her on the short walk to the hotel.
"You're early!" Jordan Franks was seated in 1 of the shadowed booths when Melissa hesitantly looked into the dim room. She smiled & nodded, suddenly feeling happier than she had all day. She hurried toward the table, but he met her 1/2 way. The change in him was striking... he wasn't hesitant as he'd been, & she wondered if other things would change as well. "You're ready to go upstairs," she murmured after accepting a full kiss from her 'date.' Part of her had hoped to get a drink 1st. "Oh no... unless you're in a hurry," Jordan took her arm, leading her again toward the garage. "I thought we'd go to Herford House... it's there by Bazooka's." "I know," she blushed, wondering if that made him think she'd been in the strip club. "You know you don't have to do this," she offered. He nodded. "I want to... this may be business for you, but I am going to treat it like a real date..." "I like that... & you... & it's not just business for me, either," Melissa surprised herself by meaning that. "But it's business for your..." he glanced at the desk clerk, who eyed them knowingly, "Manager." Melissa looked around. "I'd rather not talk about him." Jordan stiffened, "Is something wrong? Is he doing something to you? Forcing you to do this?" Melissa smiled at his outrage but couldn't bring herself to admit the truth. Any more than she was willing to deny it, even if it was another of Tom's traps. "I'll be glad you want to be with me then," Jordan nodded his head decisively, "& we'll leave the other to later... I don't want to force anything on you." "You're not. Honestly... I was hoping you'd call." Melissa blushed again. "Then we have to talk sometime, too." He eyed her meaningfully, "I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it." For a moment Melissa allowed herself to imagine her 'sugar daddy' buying her out from under Tom's cruel debt. But she knew that wouldn't happen. Couldn't happen. & if it did, what would that mean for her marriage. She was glad when Jordan didn't press the issue. He turned the Crown Vic over to a valet, escorting the beautiful, & he was beginning to realize, distressed call girl inside. He spoke quietly to the hostess, asking for something intimate, & they were early enough she was able to accommodate them, providing an alcove booth for 2. Melissa suggested he order for them both, & he didn't miss her relief when he ordered a bottle of wine to go with the meal. He guessed she was walking the ragged edge of having a problem with the booze, another suggestion all was not as it seemed. Even so, she smiled & talked openly about herself, laughing at his good jokes, groaning at the bad ones, & managed to eat more of her meal than she had the night before. He asked after dessert, & smiling suggestively, she said she was waiting to get back to 'his place' for that before she excused herself to the ladies' room. So he was surprised when she reappeared seconds later, skin deathly pale, eyes wide, almost panting. "Melissa!" he rose, reaching for her. She sagged against him, eyes fluttering slightly. He could feel her shaking. "Get me out of here!" she murmured. Concerned about her, about himself in case Tom had somehow twigged, & about whatever else he didn't know that could affect her so, Jordan threw enough money to cover dinner & a tip on the table, & 1/2 supported, 1/2 carried her out, asking the valet to hurry as he waved a 10 spot at the man. He hoped it was the man's glance at the clearly distressed woman that propelled him into the lot. While they waited she pulled him back against the building, out of clear site of the door. His sense of self-preservation fully activated, it was a struggle for Jordan to keep his hand away from the little 9mm hideout tucked into the back of his pants. Melissa ignored his questions, eyes seeming almost glazed, the shaking returning now & then, lasting a few seconds, then passing. A moment later the Crown Vic was before them. The dash she made toward the door was her 1st independent action since he'd grabbed her by the table. Eyeing the restaurant the whole time he moved around & paid the grateful but curious valet, Jordan slipped behind the wheel. The tires were hissing on the pavement before his door had closed. He looked at Melissa, expecting her eyes to be locked on the passing glass storefronts, but they were caged straight ahead, fixed on nothingness.
Melissa was barely aware of the car's motion, or of Jordan's concern as he watched her. She kept asking herself if she'd really seen... no, she knew it was true. Turning the corner toward the ladies' room, she'd caught a ready glimpse of Jeff's meeting. It wasn't any office meeting-he was seated at an angle to a painfully thin redhead. Their fingers were twined, & as she watched, the woman's foot brushed suggestively over her husband's calf, to the man's obvious pleasure. He said something & she nodded, reaching for her glass as he speared the last morsel of steak on his plate. The redhead somehow sensed she was being watched, then, & she glanced up, smiling knowingly at Melissa. The emotionless, professional 'leave him alone, this one's mine!' glare Melissa had seen used on occasion in the make-up room at the apartment had lit the woman's otherwise stunning face. Spinning on her heel before Jeff noticed her, Melissa had fled back to the table, fighting for breath & not to scream or cry. He was cheating on her, & because he wanted to. It seemed they hit every light on the way back to the hotel. The trip took long enough that she had recovered somewhat by the time they pulled into the garage. & the shock & humiliation had become a boiling anger. She checked her appearance in the mirror... not too bad. The last thing she wanted was to draw Michael or Tom's attention. Jordan made no effort to get out of the car after he'd killed the engine. He tentatively reached over, covering her hand in his. Looking at him, she bit her lip, aware of her keen need to be with someone right then. "Can you talk about it?" "After," she said, "Right now I want you to make love to me." He nodded, still worried about her reaction, but worried as well at the way a part of him reacted to what she'd said. "You're sure?" She nodded, managing a smile as she pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. "I guess that's answer enough for me," he checked the watch on the dash, "Do we have time?" There was a curious pause before she nodded. "Tonight I'm all yours... but..." "But what?" she looked down, not wanting to answer. "I need to feel you inside of me now... I want to lay beside you more than I could last night... but I have to go get my things 1st... my real things. Otherwise... I can't let him know what I'm doing or there'll be trouble." She watched him, & he saw the fear in her eyes. He wondered just what Tom had done to her in the past that she was so skittish. "That takes a lot of trust to say to me." She nodded. "I'll earn that trust." She smiled briefly, though he could see the fear remained in her eyes. "We should go upstairs." She nodded, and they returned to the hotel hand in hand. With each moment as they moved through the quiet atrium to the elevator and into the faux gilt cage, the thought of what she was about to be doing with this quiet man built within Melissa a fierce arousal. Before the doors had closed fully, the pretty blonde teacher had turned, pressing herself boldly against a relative stranger, not caring who saw her wanton advance, hungry to be with him-to feel him within her-once more. Jordan responded instinctively, amazed at how quickly the woman had shifted from a strange mix of anger and despair to a passion so strong her body he could almost feel her body humming. He was dimly aware her hands were nearly tearing his shirt, she was working so frantically to free the tail. Pushing away from the back of the elevator, he gave her the room to get his shirt untucked, his erection jolting as her fingers slipped beneath the cotton, running over his skin, nails scratching lightly. She broke the passionate kiss that had lasted fifteen or twenty seconds, burying her face where his shoulder met his neck, murmuring her need as she pressed herself against his crotch. This was not the almost shy, carefully subservient woman he had known before, and Jordan sensed this was somehow the real woman. His breath caught as her fingers found the front zip, & before he could voice an objection, she had his pants half open, fingers desperately but gently tugging at his shaft. The cool air was proof she had succeeded, & unable to think clearly enough to worry about what might happen, Jordan sagged against the wall of the car as the petite blonde slid languidly down his body until she could take him in her mouth. He gripped the rail with both hands as Melissa's head began to bob feverishly. She was taking him completely, and again he was amazed at the skill she displayed. Such thoughts quickly vanished as she built him toward climax. He was ready to shout as the bell chimed and the car jolted, slowing before it reached their floor. For a moment Jordan considered stopping her, aware their display could land them in the local lock-up. But Melissa didn't hear or didn't care... or the risk of being caught added to her own needs, because she simply sucked at him harder, holding her face against his crotch. A moment later it was too late to do anything but gasp as she carried him over the edge, slurping up each heavy shot of his semen without coming up for air. He was still firing into her throat when the doors parted, luckily to an empty hall. Aware that could change any moment, Jordan caught the amazing woman at his feet by the armpits, lifting her off of his semi-erect pole. She whined in protest, eyes clearing from the lust haze enough to remember where they were. She blushed prettily, and did not protest when he turned her, using her to hide his open pants and flagging cock as he guided her to his room. A different room than the night before... much higher, he was glad, considering what had happened. And Melissa clearly wasn't sated, as she pressed her taut rump against him with each step. For a moment Jordan wondered if nymphomania had led the pretty lady into the life she led. She was certainly more aggressive than she had been the night before. As proof, she turned while he groped in his pants for the key, wrapping her arms around his neck, one leg rising to his waist, allowing her to grind her pelvis against his crotch. He realized she'd somehow stripped off her panties-had to have happened in the elevator-and her sex was literally dripping wet. It truly had been a long time since Jordan had been with a woman, and he could not remember having ever turned a partner on such a degree as Melissa. And he knew enough to be confident that her reaction was real. She wasn't high, & wasn't simply faking it in hopes of a bigger tip. His erection returning with uncommon speed in response to his partner's excitement, he felt himself slip into her velvet folds, heard the throaty moan of pleasure escape her lips, as the door opened. They did not make it to the bed for the first exchange; he barely got the door closed. Having turned, keeping her back to the door, Jordan allowed the smaller woman to push him down onto his back, and then watched as she caught him in a tiny hand, guiding his resurrected cock to her tight seam and settling onto him with obvious relish. He opted not to touch her otherwise, simply watching in half-light of the hall. She was beautiful, eyes closed, head dipping back every few strokes, lips parting slightly. Within a minute she was rutting against him like a wild woman, moans & cries escaping her throat with increasing volume and frequency. One hand rose to tangle her hair as the other's manicured nails pinched & pulled at her pierced nipple. She bit her lower lip, giving a longer groan, & then he gasped as she thrust fully against him, holding herself in place as her entire body spasmed. He felt her pubic muscles contracting rhythmically, spastically, and the milking sensation proved enough to coax his second climax along, as well. Gritting his teeth, Jordan tried to hold off, big hands slipping beneath Melissa's buttocks, intent on lifting her free of his explosion. She whimpered, leaning forward but clamping her knees almost painfully against his thighs. "But there's no..." "Mmmmm-hmmm," she husked, lips against his ear, "I know... I want you... to cum... inside of me... mark me... make me yours." Shocked at such an image, Jordan lost control, flooding her sex with his second load. It wasn't the end, though. After they showered, she put on some music and they danced, naked, losing themselves in the moment. And when his erection had returned, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed, and making love to her the way he had long before, with his wife. Neither considered the change in the way they were approaching pleasure. And while it was yet again different from the spent passion of the hour before, it was at least as fulfilling. He marveled at the tone of her body; the way she responded to each thrust and move. She spurred him on when he needed to move faster, welcomed the harder thrusts as his climax approached. He felt her shudder in her own release several times, never pausing in sharing herself with him; and apparently never too spent to go on. Even when they had finished, she absently fingered her sex as she lay close to him, their laboured breathing easing. "You can't stay?" she brought a hand up to tease the sparse, tightly curled hair on his chest. "I can... I just have to be careful." "I don't understand." And he did not. How could she stay out? "If you'll wait, I'll come back. But I have to leave... have to get my things." "Those aren't your things?" Stranger and stranger, but at the same time, he felt that tingle. Not sexual arousal, but intuition... he was close to something important. There was something close to a giggle before she answered. "No. Though you may be disappointed with the 'real' me." Jordan wound her close in his arms. "That's not possible. The only disappointment I feel is the thought of having to share you with anyone." He blinked. Where had that come from? Melissa did not react, and he guessed she had chosen to ignore it as typical John bluster. "What can I do?" "Well... You could walk me to the lobby. I have to walk... I have to go back to leave these clothes and get my things. Then I have to find someplace safe to leave my car." "The garage here is monitored..." "No," she smiled, touching his arm, "I mean someplace my... my manager won't see me. I could get in trouble." And not from your husband? Jordan wondered to himself. "Would it be better to go someplace else?" "You'd do that?" He laughed. "To spend more time with you? I'm already trying to decide how to win you away from your... manager." There was a strange light in her eyes as she looked up at him, but suddenly it changed, the fear he had seen earlier returning. "You're too good," she whispered, pushing up suddenly and groping for her clothes with one hand as she leaned over the edge of the bed, shielding her breasts with the other arm. She tottered, and Jordan almost reached to help her, but sensed the last thing she could stand at that moment was his touch. The woman was a study in contradictions. "Oh God," she seemed on the verge of tears, "I'd told myself I wouldn't let it happen again... I wouldn't do anything to make it worse..." As Jordan watched with growing alarm, tears began to run down her pretty face, streaking the already sex-smeared make-up grotesquely. "I don't"... "Please don't tell Tom I did anything wrong... I didn't try to get around him... I'll do anything," her face paled despite the make-up as she rocked backward, both arms hugging her chest, "Oh God, I'm making it worse..." She stumbled from the bed and into the bathroom. He heard her gag, heard the toilet flush, and then the shower went on again. He waited for a minute before padding to the open bathroom door. She had the curtain closed, but he saw she was curled in a ball at one end of the tub. "Melissa?" he paused, unsure what to say, "What did I do? What did you do?... I don't understand." He opened the curtain, repeating the question as he bent to lift her out of the tub. She shivered violently, her pale wet skin feeling hot against his. At that moment, though, the last thing on his mind was sex; something was terribly wrong. "Missy," he soothed, "It's OK... I'm not telling anyone anything... Why would I jeopardize having more time with you?" She shook her head, but did not try to escape his embrace. Still murmuring supportively, Jordan carried her back into the bedroom. Keeping her cradled on his naked lap, holding her against his chest with 1 arm, he reached for the room phone, then thought better of it, selecting instead his cell phone. Trapping the tiny unit against his ear, he paged through the tattered yellow pages, selecting the Doubletree far south of the city. Rocking her slightly, he made the reservation for two, making up a name on the spot: Hinder. After hanging up, he stood, carrying the tiny blonde back into the bathroom to retrieve a towel. Me
