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 THE BAD DOCTOR'S SWEET TOOTH By DL Sloan

   CHAPTER 1: CANDI COATED When you are a rich doctor who also happens to
have a 12-inch cock, you don't have to look that hard for hot pussy.  It
just has a way of finding you most of the time.

   Of course, those of you who are already familiar with me and my work
know that I have a "pussy pipeline" of wannabe strippers and Hooters
waitresses supplied by my brother, who owns those establishments and
requires all would be employees to come to me for a physical.  It's a
simple system, really,

   For those of you who don't know me, my name is Dr.  Frederick Pound and
I am literally a sex machine.  Some geniuses use their intellect to cure
diseases, develop new technology or answer ancient riddles.  Me, I used it
to create three supplements which have made me a literal superman of sex.

   First, I wanted to make sure that I was always in the mood and looking
for pussy with the same hunger that I did when I was 18.  I have a drug
which I take once every three days which keeps me in a constant state of
horniness.

   Secondly, I love nothing more than the sight of a big load of my white
sticky cum drenching some babe, covering her face or tits or filling her
mouth.  But I had learned long ago that the volume of my precious loads,
while still impressive, dwindled with the more sex I had.  So, my second
invention, which I take once a day, stimulates constant production of the
seminal fluids and ensures that every load I shoot will be a massive one.

   Finally, I took a supplement (which I invented) which made my cock grow
in both length and girth.  It is now a prodigious 12-inch monster with a
circumference that stretches every mouth, pussy and asshole to its limits.
I told you I was a genius.

   Even though I'm 40 years old now, I fuck very hard and very fast ... no
need to hold back, I'll have another full erection and full load of cum
ready in less than five minutes.  I'm not into slow, sensual sex.  I fuck
good and hard.  I guess my name suits me.

   I fuck world-class pussy an average of 10 times per day and I fuck an
average of 15 different women per week.  And if you don't believe me, I
have literally thousands of photos and hours of videotape to prove that
what I say is true.

   I operate my practice out of my house, so I often end up "admitting" the
girls for overnight stays and intense examination.  So, usually, a girl is
sent to me by my brother and I conduct my exam right there in my house. 
Six to 12 hours and many, many orgasms later, it's all over.

   That's the usual case.  Then there's the case of Candi.  Well, her name
wasn't really Candi, it was Nicandra, but she went by Candi.  And the name
fit, because she was as sweet as candy - to talk to, to look at and to
taste.

   She came to my office one day with no appointment.  At first I assumed
my brother had sent her - she certainly was beautiful enough to be one of
his girls - but I found out she was there for far different reasons.

   She was beautiful, of direct Indian decent, with naturally perfect olive
skin, dark almond eyes, long dark hair and what appeared to be a fantastic
body underneath her conservative sweater and jean attire.  Frankie, my
big-titted, long-legged faithful nurse and frequent sex toy, showed her
back to my office.  Frankie had come to work for me after I had largely
been responsible for her firing from a nearby hospital.  I guess she should
have known that letting me tie her up and fuck her in the therapy pool was
a fireable offense.  Anyway, feeling both guilty and horny, I hired both
her and George, the security guard who was also fired for face-fucking a
blindfolded Frankie, to come work for me.  Frankie was a good nurse and a
great lay and George was a faithful security guard who watched the office
at nights after I had retired to my home, which is above the office.

   I sent Frankie back to the front since she doubled as a nurse and
secretary and I invited Candi to sit down on the exam table.

   "No, you don't understand, doctor," Candi said.  "I'm not here for me.
I'm here for my father.  He is very sick and we don't have money to pay for
a hospital.  My friend said you were a very good doctor and so I thought
you might help us."

   "Your friend?" I asked.

   "Alison Thorton," Candi said.

   I recognized the name immediately, picturing the pert blonde with the
big nipples.  She was working at Hooters now.

   "Oh, do you work at Hooters with her?" I asked, sneaking a look at the
rack Candi was packing underneath that sweater.

   "No," Candi said.  "I just know Alison from school.  We took classes
together at the university last semester."

   "I see," I said.  "Well, I'd be happy to take a look at your father for
you.  I can at least examine him for free.  But if he's as sick as you say,
he's going to need treatment.  That can be very expensive."

   "I know," Candi said.  "Please look at him first, then if he needs
treatment, I'll figure something out."

   "Very well," I said.  "Check with Frankie up front.  She'll schedule an
appointment."

   "No, you don't understand," Candi said.  "He's too sick to travel.  I
need you to come see him at our house." She was so earnest and her eyes
sparkled.  She was dazzling, even to someone like me who isn't easily
impressed.  Aside from what I might do with attractive women, I'm actually
a decent guy.  I don't do drugs, I very seldom drink and I really do care
about my sick patients, almost as much as my pretty ones.  I could tell
this girl was desperate.  I have a weakness for pretty, desperate women. 
If I could offer something they wanted, I could almost certainly get what I
wanted from them.  I was willing to gamble that Candi would be a similar
story.

   "OK," I said.  "I'll have Frankie cancel our appointments for the
remainder of the day and we'll go see your father."

   "Oh, thank you so much!" Candi said.  "Alison said you gave your
patients everything you had."

   I was beginning to doubt how good of friends Alison and Candi were, but
I was glad she had sent this exotic babe my way.

   I called George and had him come early to watch the office while Frankie
and I went to visit Candi's father.  I had Frankie pack up some medical
supplies as well as a few extra garments and other items which I used in my
special exams.  Frankie didn't question anything, just did as she was told,
not even trying to keep her tits from spilling out of her ridiculously
low-cut nurse's blouse.  She wore a pink thong underneath a short white
mini skirt and she had on her white stilettos.  This was the typical work
attire for Frankie under my employment.

   I rode with Candi while Frankie followed in my car.

   "So, how old is your father?" I asked Candi.

   "74."

   "Oh, and your mother?"

   "She died three years ago," Candi frowned.  "It's been just me and my
dad ever since.  I quit school to take care of him."

   What a sweet girl.  "I see," I said.  "How old are you?"

   "I'm 21."

   "Are you from here originally?"

   "No, my parents moved here from India when I was two.  My father misses
home, but he moved here because it was a better opportunity for us. 
Unfortunately, with my mother's illness and now his, we have run out of
money.  I have been looking for a job, but can't find anything."

   "I might be able to help you," I said.  "My brother owns some businesses
that are always hiring."

   "That would be great!" Candi beamed.  "You are so kind."

   We got to the house, a modest one-story with three bedrooms and two
bathrooms.  Candi quickly led us to her father's room.  I couldn't help but
stare at her ass as we walked down the hallway.

   Her father had a bad cough, was very weak and was running a fever.  It
was clear that he was ailing from a variety of problems and Candi explained
that he had a history of both heart and lung disorders.  After a more
thorough examination, I explained that he was not in critical condition,
but that he was going to need some constant care for the next 24 to 36
hours while we got his fever under control and got some fluids in him to
build up his strength.

   "He should be admitted to a hospital," I explained, "are you sure you
can't afford one?"

   "I'm sure," Candi said, shaking her head.  "Can you please help me?"

   I looked at Frankie, then at Candi's chest.  "Yes, we'll help you, but
you will have to pay me back."

   "But I just said..."

   "Not with money," I interrupted.  "You want me to take care of your
father, all you have to do is take care of me." I pulled out my cock to
make sure it was clear what I meant.

   "Oh, my," she said.  "I couldn't... I mean, uh, what exactly do I have
to do?"

   "Anything and everything," I said simply.  "Your father requires almost
constant attention and so does this." I stroked my rigid cock for her. 
"Frankie will help me take care of your father and you take care of this.
With a little TLC, I'm sure your dad and my cock will both feel better
tomorrow."

   "Isn't there anything else...?"

   "Nope," I said.  "Money and sex are the only things I want.  You don't
have money but you do have a nice body.  So, pay up by putting out or
Frankie and I will be on our way."

   "All right, all right.  I'll do it," Candi said.  "Just don't hurt me."

   "By this time tomorrow," I gloated, "you'll be begging me to hurt you."
Before she could ask what that meant, I instructed Frankie to go back to
the office and get some IV fluid and monitor as well as some other
medications I felt we'd need.

   Candi and I returned to her father's side as I continued to examine him
and gave him some medication to reduce his fever.  He smiled when I told
him that we would take care of him and not to worry about any bills.  He
looked at his daughter and said in a horse voice, "You be a good host.  You
take care of him." He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

   "See, your father agrees," I smiled.  "You should take care of me."

   "I will," Candi said.  "I'm so grateful, I will do whatever you ask of
me."

   "I won't be asking," I said.  "I say, you do, that's it.  Now, Frankie
brought some clothes for you.  You're beautiful like you are, but this
outfit is hardly sexy.  I want to get a better look at what I traded for.
Go pick out something from that bag.  Frankie should be back soon and
she'll watch your father while you and I get better acquainted."

   Candi took the bag and went off to her room to change.  I wasn't
surprised that it took her awhile to come back.  I wasn't sure exactly what
Frankie had packed, but I knew that in general it was all very sexy and
revealing clothing, probably nothing like Candi had worn before.  I had a
collection of stripper-type clothing, bikinis, mini skirts, lingerie and
the like.  I found it came in handy because few women dress in the slutty
manner I - and most every heterosexual man -- prefer.  I had plenty of
money to buy whatever I wanted, so I had a full wardrobe of various styles
and sizes.  Frankie helped me place monthly orders from a couple different
catalogs, making sure we had ample supply.

   Frankie had guessed at a size for Candi, but I told her to error on the
side of too small, so it was quite possible Candi was having trouble
finding something to fit.  I hoped so.  Frankie came back a few minutes
later and together we hooked up an IV.  She checked his vitals and began
keeping a log.  She looked like a slut in the outfit I made her wear, but
Frankie was a first-class nurse.  We both were committed to the patient's
health first and our fun second.  That was the case here.  Once we were
sure Candi's father was stable and resting well, I sent Frankie to check on
Candi.

   A few minutes later, Frankie led Candi into the room.  What a vision! 
She was even more spectacular than I had imagined, and I have a very active
imagination.  It should be a crime to hide such a lovely body under bulky
sweaters and baggy jeans.  She was stunning!

   "She couldn't find a bra in the bag," Frankie smiled, explaining Candi's
delay.  Candi didn't realize that I didn't allow any woman I was with to
wear a bra.  I like to see the jiggle of the tits and the nipples poking
out.  "I explained your view on bras to her."

   Indeed, a bra on this girl would have been criminal.  She was dressed in
a white mesh halter top that contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. 
Her dark, eraser-like nipples poked through the large holes in the mesh,
which was stretched tight across her large breasts.  "How big are those?" I
asked.

   "I wear a 36C," Candi replied.

   "The top is a size 34B," Frankie said.  "Wasn't easy to squeeze those
things in there, was it?"

   "No," Candi said.  "The thong is worse.  I've never worn one before."

   She was referring to the white thong that was currently splitting her
delicious ass.  It was partially covered by a tiny black pleated skirt that
was several inches shy of being acceptable in any public setting.  It
swirled around her hips as she turned to show me the front and back, at my
request.

   She also wore white bobbie socks with frilly lace at the top and black
stilettos.  It was clear from how she moved that she was not comfortable in
the high-heeled shoes.  Obviously, this entire type of attire was
completely foreign to her.  What a shame, because clothes like that were
made for women like Candi.

   She had long, lean legs, a nicely rounded and very tight little ass and
a narrow waist and flat tummy.  She had it all and could please an ass man,
tit man or leg man with equal levels of satisfaction.  Her skin was dark
and smooth and inviting and her eyes smoldered with an innate sexiness.

   "The thong's a little tight, huh?" I asked.  I walked over to her and
lifted her skirt to get a closer look.  "Well, it's covering your pussy, so
it can't be too tight." I pulled it up so that the thong tightened into a
narrow band of cloth that wedged in between her pussy lips.  "See, when
it's like that, it's actually just right.  The way it is now is really too
loose, but we'll let it go for now."

   "I've never dressed like this before," Candi said.

   "Well, you should," I said.  "You're too beautiful not to.  Frankie,
will you keep an eye on her father?  Candi and I are going to discuss my
fees.  But by all means, come get me if the patient's condition changes."

   "Yes, doctor," Frankie said obediently.  I noted a hint of jealousy in
her voice.  Even though she saw me fucking other women on a daily basis,
Frankie didn't like it.  I reminded her constantly that I fucked her more
than anyone else, which I think she took some solace in.  But truth be
told, if she had a choice, I firmly believe she would give up nursing and
all her hobbies to simply be a slave to my cock.  That's how much she liked
dressing up for me, role-playing with me and simply fulfilling my every
desire.  She was the most obedient, submissive and downright sexy babe I
had ever had.  She was always ready and willing to do anything I asked.  I
even had a key to her apartment and on random nights would interrupt her
sleep in the middle of the night and fuck the shit out of her, often
arriving, fucking and leaving without saying so much as a single word.  She
always slept in the nude or with some sort of sexy lingerie, hoping that I
would come.  No matter what I did to her, she enjoyed it, experiencing
powerful orgasms easily.  She was every bit as horny and sex-addicted as I
was.  She needed cock as much as I needed pussy.  The only problem for her
was, I could get world-class pussy at ever turn.  The only 12-inch cock she
could find was mine.  So, she was at my mercy and invariably aching for my
meat by the time I got around to giving it to her.

   As I led Candi to her room, Frankie looked longingly, wishing it was her
who was going to get my special attention.  But she was a pro.  She would
do her job as a nurse and as my assistant without complaint or distraction.
That's what I loved about her.  She thought with her pussy, but showed the
proper restraint and decorum until it was time to fuck like an animal.

   I held little hope that Candi would be like that, although there was
always the chance that some good hard sex would unleash a wild side.  I had
seen it happen many times before.  But Candi was so sweet, she didn't seem
the type.  Only one way to find out, though.

   Her room was a small bedroom, decorated like a little girl's with lots
of pinks and purples throughout.  "I had an apartment when I was in
school," she explained.  "I just moved back in about a month ago when Dad
got sick.  I haven't had time to redecorate."

   "That's OK," I said.  "It's cute.  Bet no one's ever had sex in here
before, huh?"

   "No sir."

   "Have you had sex before, Candi?"

   "Of course."

   "When?  How many times?"

   "I had a boyfriend for about six months in college.  We had sex a dozen
times or so."

   "He's the only one?"

   "No, I lost my virginity in high school.  Prom night.  Pretty
stereotypical, huh?"

   "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

   "Yes, but never with a guy," Candi said.  I was impressed by her
directness.  "I masturbate sometimes.  I cum then."

   "Good," I said.  "Well, I hope you cum with me, too, but I'll warn you,
I'm not going to spend lots of time making sure it's a romantic experience
for you.  I fuck for fun and pleasure and I like to do it a lot and to do
it hard.  I think you'll find my cock to be quite pleasurable - most women
love it since it's so large.  And I'm going to fuck your pussy, your mouth
and your ass.  What have you done before?"

   "I have given blowjobs and I've been fucked in the pussy.  Never the
ass."

   "OK," I said.  "Thank you very much for being honest with me.  You're
doing very well.  Now, your tits are driving me absolutely nuts.  Enough
talk, let's see how you suck."

   I could tell she was nervous, but she dropped to her knees without
hesitation.  I dropped my pants and pointed my hard foot long directly
between her eyes, forcing her to take a good look at the size and power of
my rod.  I realized I hadn't warned her yet about my prodigious volume of
semen, but I decided to let that be a surprise.

   She opened those pretty, pouty lips and pursed them around the head of
my cock, slurping on it like a lollipop.  Like most inexperienced
cocksuckers, she put her hand on my shaft and started jerking my cock. 
This was a technique I found horrendous.  If I wanted a handjob, I'd ask
for one.  When I want a blowjob, lips, tongue and throat are all I should
be feeling.  I feel very strongly about this amateurish approach to
cocksucking and am doing my best to teach the proper techniques, one woman
at a time.

   "No hands," I said simply to her.  "Let your mouth do the work.  If you
feel tempted to use your hands, just put them behind your back." She did so
promptly and resumed her earnest work, lathering my cock head with her
tongue.

   You can tell a lot about a woman by the way she sucks cock and I was
starting to learn that my earlier notions about shy, conservative Candi
might have been wrong.  Yes, that was the persona she presented, but I was
beginning to think there was a sexy, wanton woman in there, waiting to get
out.  Maybe not as wild as Frankie, but Candi was showing the potential to
be a bit of slut.

   It wasn't her technique, which was fine but nothing special.  No, it was
her attitude.  She was determined, earnest, trying very hard to please. 
She was obedient, taking instruction well, not just following orders, but
actually trying to learn how to do it better.  She was like a sponge,
soaking it all in.  She had never had particularly good sex to know how
much fun it could be.  Now that it was sort of being forced upon her, her
desire to learn, to try, to experiment was coming out.

   At my encouragement, she was willingly trying to take more of my cock in
her mouth.  She now had about six inches in, but the remaining six inches
seemed nearly impossible.  Fortunately, I had encountered this issue
before. Normally, I don't have much patience.  I pinch the bitch's nose,
tilt her head back and force my cock down her throat and she learns to
relax her throat and control her gag reflex out of necessity.  That's what
I wanted to do to Candi, but damn it, I liked her too much already.  So, I
gently pushed a little more in, inch by inch, pulling back frequently to
let her catch her breath or refocus on the task.  I gently coached her,
telling her to relax, to control her gag reflex, to remember that it was
mind over matter.  It took too long, but finally, she had 10 inches in her
mouth and was sucking with the same gusto she had started with.  I decided
to reward her effort by pulling out and spraying all of my cum on her face
rather than choking her with my prodigious load.

   Now, as I mentioned, I cum in buckets, so her face was unrecognizable by
the time I was done with it.  All you could see was white globs of gooey
spunk that coated her lips and eyelids, sealed her nostrils and matted her
hair.  When I was done, I told her to taste and swallow as much as she
could.  When I asked if she'd ever swallowed before, she shook her head no.


   She began by simply opening her mouth and tilting her head to let the
cum run into her mouth, dropping onto her tongue in serving size portions.
She collected more with her fingers, scooping it into her mouth, continuing
the process until she was finally licking the last drops from her fingers.

   "Very good," I said.  "Now, clean me off." She leaned forward and licked
and sucked the remaining drops from my cock, then sat back, stunned that my
big dick was suddenly hard again.  "I have remarkable turnaround time and
stamina," I smiled.  "Ready for some more?"

   "Uh, yes, whatever you say, doctor."

   "Good.  Lay back on the bed and spread your legs, you little bitch." She
scrambled onto the end of the bed and spread her legs.  "Wider." She spread
them wider, giving me a great view of her pussy being dissected by the
thong.  I stepped forward and yanked the thong out of her cunt and peeled
it down her legs, throwing it across the room.  I took a good look at her
pussy.  It was pink and puffy and, to my delight, already moist.  I was
also surprised to see that she kept it trimmed nicely.  I put two fingers
inside her, testing the tightness and lubrication.  Fantastic.  I put my
cock head against her snatch and pushed forward, spreading her lips with my
cock, driving into her.  She took in a deep breath, but otherwise was quiet
and still, taking a dick that was probably at least twice as big as she
ever had before.

   I went halfway in, then pulled back, then went forward until I was at
two-thirds.  I would have been balls deep in most bitches by now, but I was
taking my time with her.  On my next thrust, I went all the way and she
squealed.  "Just relax and take it," I said.  "It's much bigger than any
you've ever had before, but your body is well equipped to handle this. 
Trust me.  Just relax and you'll really like this."

   I started fucking slowly, not my usual pattern at all, but was pleased
to feel her pussy getting even hotter and wetter.  I picked up the pace a
bit, going a little faster, a little harder.  She moaned.  I tweaked her
nipples.  She moaned again.

   "Feels good, doesn't it slut?" I taunted.  "See, I told you.  A sexy
babe like you needs some good cock from time to time.  You've been missing
that, haven't you?  Go ahead.  It's OK.  You can enjoy it.  You can cum."

   "Oh god!" Candi moaned.  This had to be overwhelming for her.  A sick
father.  A bizarre deal with a doctor.  Now, fucking like a bitch in heat
on her childhood bed.  Whatever it was, it was working.  "Yes, yes," she
panted.  She was now actively thrusting and writhing underneath me, letting
my cock reach and pleasure her innermost flesh.  She grunted and squealed
and humped with a wild, carefree lust.  She screamed when she came and kept
right on humping as I plowed into her with renewed vigor, dousing her cunt
with another load that spilled out of her pussy and all over her pink bed
spread.

   "Hey, keep it down," Frankie knocked at the door.  "He's waking up.  He
might not want to know what his doctor is doing to his only daughter."

   "Oh god," Candi rolled onto her side.  "My dad.  I can't believe I'm
doing this.  He'd be so ashamed of me."

   "Ashamed?" I questioned, waving my cock in her face, reminding her to
clean me.  "He should be proud.  You're doing all this for him.  And you're
fantastic and gorgeous.  You don't even know how pretty you are, do you?"

   She looked up at me and shook her head no, her lips wrapped around my
cock.  "Well, you're beautiful," I assured her.  "Especially with cum in
your hair and a cock in your mouth," I added, only half joking.

   I let Candi put her bulky sweater back on so she could go see her dad,
but I made her leave the cum in her hair.  I was pretty sure he woudn't
notice in his condition, and if he did, he probably would have no idea what
it was.  She put her thong and skirt back on even though she protested that
her dad would be upset.

   "You'll be sitting next to him.  He won't even notice," I said.

   She reluctantly agreed and joined me walking back to her father's room.
Frankie was there by his side, her big tits in his face as she mopped his
brow.  I went in the room first, noticing that the man was awake and
staring intently at the bountiful boobs in front of him.  He probably
thought he had died and gone to Heaven.

   "How's our patient?" I asked, startling him as he quickly averted his
eyes.

   "He's doing great," Frankie said, stepping back and smiling.  "His fever
is coming down a bit and his breathing is stronger.  You have a very nice
father, Candi."

   "Thank you," Candi said, following behind me shyly.

   "Come here," her father spoke hoarsely, smiling and motioning slowly
with his hand.  Frankie and I stood back, giving them some privacy as Candi
sat next to her ailing father.  After a few minutes, she motioned to me.

   "He wants to tell you something," Candi said.

   Frankie and I walked over to his bedside and the man extended his hand.
I took it and shook it.  "Thank you," he said.  "Thank you for taking care
of me and for being so generous.  We could never afford your care.  You are
most kind.  I have instructed Candi to take care of both of you, whatever
you need.  We are eternally grateful and indebted to you.  Candi will make
you dinner and prepare your rooms for tonight."

   "Thank you," Frankie smiled.  "You have a lovely daughter."

   "Thank you, sir," I added.  "Candi has been terrific.  She's most
accommodating.  I'm sure she'll more than repay us for our service.  You
know, I think she'd bend over backward for you, sir."

   "Yes," the old man smiled.  "And she will for you too."

   If he only knew how true that was.

   THE BAD DOCTOR'S SWEET TOOTH By DL Sloan

   CHAPTER 2: MIDNIGHT SNACK The old man went back to sleep and we all left
the room.  I made Candi take the sweater back off as soon as we got out in
the hallway.  I had her take the skirt off as well, so she was walking
around in the white mesh top, white thong, bobbie socks and heels.  She
looked absolutely delicious.

   For good measure, I had Frankie take her skirt off too, baring her own
thong-split ass.

   We walked into the living room and I said, "all right, let's see it."
Candi and Frankie both looked at me, not sure what I was asking for.  I
looked at Candi, "Your dad said you'd bend over backwards for me.  I want
to see it." I sat down on the couch and pulled Frankie on top of my lap. 
We both watched as Candi positioned herself in the middle of the room and
slowly began leaning backward, putting her hands behind her in case she
lost her balance.  From our vantage point, we could no longer see her face,
but her mesh-covered tits rose over her torso like a majestic, snow-capped
mountain range and her crotch stuck out obscenely as she spread her legs to
aid her balance.

   She was doing well until her foot slipped, then she fell backward,
sprawled out on the floor.  I nearly jumped up and fucked her right there,
but instead I reached between my legs and pulled out my cock.  Frankie
spread her tan thighs to let it stick out between them.  "That's all right,
Candi," I said.  "I prefer you bending over the other way anyway.  In fact,
why don't you go ahead and do that.  Bend over at the waist, spread you
legs and grab your ankles."

   Candi did as instructed and my cock twitched as her tight ass and dark
pussy lips teased me from a few feet away.  I spread Frankie's legs and
shoved her thong to the side, quickly planting my cock inside her.  I was
not at all surprised to find her sopping wet and burning hot inside.  She
was always like that.  Frankie's pussy was amazing - always wet, always hot
and always tight, despite my repeated poundings with a cock that was
responsible for stretching many a twat.

   She rode me, slowly grinding her hips while we both watched Candi move
about the floor.  At my instructions, Candi bent, twisted and turned in
various positions, showing off the many amazing attributes of her firm,
flexible body.  Those long legs and big breasts made her form eye-catching
no matter how she was positioned.  And the white contrast of her thong,
socks and top against that dark olive skin was tantalizing.

   "Crawl around," I said to her, "like a cat." Candi crawled around the
floor, sliding those longs legs, letting those big boobs hang down, her
perfect ass moving back and forth.  She was sleek and sensual and watching
her was driving me crazy.  I put my hands on Frankie's hips and started
driving into her with the speed and power I was famous for, making those
big tits jiggle, her long dark hair bouncing up and down.

   "Crawl over here," I grunted.  "Lick my balls and her cunt," I said. 
Candi positioned herself between our legs and started licking my balls
while her nose rubbed against Frankie's nearly bare pussy as it rode up and
down on my shaft.  "Come on slut," I grunted, "stick your tongue in there."

   I couldn't see her, but I could feel Candi's tongue stab at the junction
of my cock and Frankie's pussy, swabbing over whatever it came in contact
with.  It would lick my shaft when Frankie was up and her pussy or her clit
when she was down.  It felt good to me and I knew Frankie was loving it. 
In typical Frankie fashion, she started cumming and just kept spasming over
and over, her body rippling and tingling with orgasm after orgasm.  I
responded by firing my full load into her, then quickly scrambled out from
underneath my favorite nurse.

   "Suck it all out," I told Candi.

   "Really?" Candi asked.  "Do I have to swallow it again?"

   "Of course," I said.  "Never ask that question again."

   I was sitting on the floor, Frankie was laying back on the couch, her
legs spread and Candi was between her thighs, her mouth licking Frankie's
pussy.  "Frankie, stand up," I said.  Frankie did, spreading her legs -
still wobbly from her orgasms - and spreading her pussy lips.  Candi kept
her mouth open as my cum started pouring out in giant drops.  I was
impressed that Candi didn't miss a drop and didn't even make a face as she
routinely swallowed my salty offering.  When the flow slowed, she went in
after the rest, drilling her tongue into Frankie in search of leftovers. 
The action of Candi's tongue got Frankie going again, and she put her hands
no Candi's head, holding her in place as she rocked through two more
orgasms.  Candi's tongue never stopped.

   It was a great show, made all the better by the view of Candi's little
ass directly in front of my face.  No sooner had Frankie released her from
pussy-licking duty than I knelt behind her and pulled her thong off.  I
spread her ass cheeks, checking out that little hole.

   "More?" Candi asked, looking at me over her shoulder.

   "We're just getting started, slut," I said.  My cock was wet from
Frankie's pussy, but Candi's ass was dry.  Frankie saw the problem and
offered the solution.  She shoved two fingers into her own pussy, then
pressed the wet digits into Candi's asshole.  After a couple applications
of Frankie's cunt cream, Candi was ready for drilling.

   I speared that hot little ass for the next 10 minutes as she bit her lip
to keep from crying out and risk waking her father.  I'm sure it hurt at
first, even with all the lubrication, but soon she was rocking back against
me, taking all 12 inches with ease.  I lightly smacked those firm ass
cheeks and reached forward to lift pull her top up and tweak her nipples.
They were obviously very sensitive, rock hard and hanging down like two big
icicles on an awning.  Empathizing with Candi's yearning for tit play,
Frankie sat down next to her and tugged on Candi's nipples like she was
milking a cow.

   Candi responded by burying her head in the couch cushions, screaming in
ecstasy as her body was worked over by my cock and Frankie's talented
fingers.  Frankie reached between Candi's legs and stroked her clit.  The
orgasm hit instantly and Candi lurched forward, clenching her ass and
pulling me along with her.  When she relaxed, I pulled out and instructed
them both to kneel next to each other.  I told them to cup their tits for
me and I started firing away, turning from one tit to the next like a lawn
sprinkler.  Frankie's 36D's were larger, but not by much as Candi's C cups
more than held their own.  By the time I was done, cum dripped from all
four jugs.

   I made Candi lick the cum off Frankie's tits first, then vice versa. 
When they had finished, there wasn't a spec of cum left but there were four
very erect nipples, two very wet pussies and two very tired sluts.

   "You two have earned a rest," I said.  "Clean up, get a drink, relax. 
Oh, and change outfits, both of you.  You know what I like, Frankie.  Help
Candi out, will you?  I'll check on our patient and order some dinner. 
Everybody like Chinese?"

   They both agreed that was fine and I left to check on Candi's dad.  He
was doing fine, still sleeping well, though I was concerned about his
breathing.  It was shallower, more labored than I liked.  I gave him
another dose of medication as well as a shot to help him rest.  He needed
to sleep and, as a side benefit, I needed more time with my playmates.

   I ordered some Chinese food and then took a quick shower.  When I came
out, Frankie and Candi were in the living room, two gorgeous, sexy babes
dressed to kill.  This was every man's fantasy - and just another day at
the office for me.

   Frankie had changed into a schoolgirl outfit - the ridiculously short
plaid skirt, the white thong underneath, the tight white blouse tied just
under the tits with no bra, the white bobbie socks and the black heels. 
Her hair was in a pony tail with a red bow and her bright red lipstick was
begging for something to suck.

   Following the theme, Candi's long, curvy body was now squeezed into a
cheerleading outfit - a highly modified one.  Her breasts were packed into
a tight white sweater top that stopped just below her breasts and was held
together by only one button.  Her pointy nipples were denting the soft
fabric and practically impossible not to stare at.  Her belly was bare and
she wore a red-and-white pleated skirt with a red thong underneath.  The
only part that didn't look like a cheerleader was her red heels, though her
white bobbie socks helped.  She also had her hair in a ponytail with a red
bow and bright red lipstick.

   Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not into underage girls or any of that
stuff, but the outfits were absolutely hot and there was no mistaking these
sexy women were plenty old enough for anything and everything.

   "Whoo!" I yelled, nodding my approval.  "Very nice, ladies.  Class is in
session.  This must be the graduate level cocksucking class, huh?"

   "That's right," Frankie smiled.  "I'm working on my master's."

   "I'm still learning," Candi said, shyly trying to hold her arms over her
tits.  "But I'm willing to do some extra credit work."

   "You'll both get your chance," I assured them.  "For now, you can take a
break.  The food should be here soon.  We'll rest, eat and, assuming your
dad's OK, have some fun."

   "Sounds good," Frankie said.  "But first, Candi and I have a cheer for
you."

   "Great!" I said, pleased that Frankie seemed to be warming to Candi and
that they were both embracing their role of entertaining and pleasing me. I
sat on a chair and watched them huddle, presumably going through it one
more time.

   They started out standing side by side with their backs to me.  "Ready,
OK!" they said.  They both immediately bent over at the waist to let me see
their tight asses and those thongs hugging their pussies.  "Two clits..."
they each reached between their legs and squeezed their pussy mounds ...
"Four tits..." they stood up, spun around and cupped their jiggling
breasts... "Six holes..." they quickly pointed at their mouths, pussies and
asses... "I swallow" ... they both licked their lips ... "Drop to the
floor" ... they both did full splits ... "And the hard cocks will follow!"

   They didn't have pom-poms, but they shook pink wadded up thongs in the
air and stood up, jumping up and down, kicking, making their bodies shake
and jiggle in all the right places.  I enjoyed the show for a moment, then
stood up and cheered, letting me hard cock poke out of the fly in my boxer
shorts to let them know their show was much appreciated.

   I kissed them both and thanked them, then shooed them off to answer the
door when we heard the knock.  What a treat for the delivery man.  He took
in every bit of those four tits, two clits and six holes that he could,
enjoying the eye candy offered to him for the minute or so that it took the
girls to pay him and collect the bags.  Just as he was turning to leave,
Frankie tugged down Candi's top, making her tits spill out.  "That's just a
little extra tip," Frankie smiled.  She gave Candi's nipples a tweak, then
pulled the little sweater back over them.

   I was again surprised at how Frankie was taking to Candi.  Maybe she
felt sorry for her.  Maybe she really liked her.  Maybe she just wanted to
please me.  Whatever the reason, I liked it.  It showed maturity on
Frankie's part and it was certainly making Candi looser and more
comfortable with the situation.  She was watching Frankie, following her
lead.  No one enjoyed being sexy and slutty for me any more than Frankie
did, so Candi was learning from the best.

   Frankie taught her another nice trick when we sat down at the table to
eat.  She took a sip of her egg drop soup, then looked at me and said,
"This doesn't taste right.  Do you have some of your special sauce for me?"
Now Frankie is a true cum slut.  She loves to taste my cum - always has
since the first time I met her and made her drink a coffee cup full of cum.
So, she frequently requests some to put on her food or in her thermos to
eat or drink throughout the day.  That's what she was asking for now.  I
stood up and presented her with my 12-incher, which she promptly began
sucking on.

   While Frankie was busy doing her thing, I noticed Candi watching,
tentatively toying with her own soup.  "Don't worry," I said, "there's
plenty for both of you." I pushed Frankie away and aimed my cock at her
bowl first, firing five bolts of frothy cum into her soup bowl.  Frankie
then grabbed Candi's bowl and offered it up as I shot the second half of my
load into her soup.

   "Eat up, sluts," I said, stuffing my cock back in my boxers and sitting
down to my own meal.  I watched as both dipped their spoons into the soup,
holding up stringy globs of white cum that stretched like mozzarella cheese
on a pizza.  They played with and giggled at the amount of jism filling
their bowls before finally stuffing their spoons in their mouths and
licking off my precious spunk.  They both ate every bit of their soup, even
tipping the bowls to their mouths and drinking the few remaining drops.  I
was quite certain Candi would never have dreamed of doing that on her own,
but with Frankie showing the way, Candi was proving to be more of a natural
than even I expected.  She still looked shy, but her actions were anything
but.

   Candi's father woke up a little earlier than I expected.  I checked him
out to make sure he was stable, then sent Candi in to see him.  I let her
put her bulky sweater back on, but didn't let her cover her skirt and
heels. She sat with him for the next hour or so until he fell back asleep.
While she visited with her father, Frankie and I sat in the other room,
discussing the situation.  We agreed that he was probably going to get
better instead of worse and that, if he did, he'd have to go to the
hospital.

   "Poor Candi," Frankie said.

   "You really like her, don't you?"

   "Yeah, she's sweet.  You like her too, don't you?  I mean, more than the
other girls?"

   "Yeah," I confessed.  "There's something different about her that I
can't quite put my finger on.  I mean, yeah, she's gorgeous, just like you
and the other girls.  But like you, there's something different.  Unlike
you, she seems so innocent.  But just like you, she's so eager to please.
And she really loves her father.  I mean, even if she didn't like what I
was doing, she'd still do it for him."

   "Well, I wish we could help her more."

   "I think we can," I said.  "What would you think of having a
receptionist at the office?"

   "Definitely!" Frankie said.  "We need one and she needs a job.  But you
still can't pay her enough to cover hospital costs."

   "No," I said.  "But I can pay her bills for her and make sure she feels
indebted to me enough to stay on the job for a very long time.  I'm still
not sure she'll be as committed to me as you are.  If she's not, a little
debt hanging over her head will be good insurance."

   "Sounds like a great plan," Frankie nodded.  "I don't want to have to
share your cock any more than I already do, though."

   "Don't worry, Frankie," I said, cupping her magnificent tits, "there's
plenty to go around."

   It was getting late and I was very horny, so I sent Frankie in to watch
the patient and send Candi back to me for a very long night of very hard
fucking.  I don't sleep much, so neither do my playmates.

   I was waiting for Candi in her room, laying naked on the bed, my hard
cock sticking straight up like a telephone pole.  I was pleased do see she
had removed the sweater before entering the room.  This showed she was
thinking about what she needed to be doing, anticipating my instructions
and desires.  She looked positively amazing in her slutty cheerleader
outfit.

   "Don't worry about your dad," I smiled.  "He's in good hands.  For now,
just focus on giving this patient some TLC.  I think you'll like my bedside
manner."

   She walked over to me and I pulled her onto the bed, laying her across
my stomach.  I flipped her skirt up to get a good look at her ass.  I
quickly ripped the thong down her legs and she kicked it off her heels onto
the floor.  I gave her ass a good swat on both cheeks, then dug my fingers
into that deep valley between her thighs, feeling her creamy goodness.  I
rubbed her pussy, feeling the temperature rise.

   "Have you ever stayed up all night?" I asked.

   "Sure," Candi said.

   "Good, because this has too," I held my cock against the soft fabric of
her sweater.  "And it's going to tonight.  You owe me big time, bitch, and
I think I'm going to take my payments in the form of some sweet, juicy
Candi."

   "Anything you want, sir," Candi said.  "I am forever indebted to you.  I
know medical care is very expensive and I would do anything for my father.
If my body brings you pleasure in any way, it is yours to do with as you
please.  The only thing more important to me than your pleasure is my
father's health."

   "As long as you keep that attitude, you'll do fine," I said.  "Just
remember that when you're getting sore and tired and you've cum so many
times you just want to fall asleep.  I have very little need of food or
sleep.  I need fluids and sex and that's about it.  While I can tell you
have plenty of fluid in this juicy cunt, you're built for exactly the kind
of sex I like and need.  Hard, fast and over and over again." I stabbed my
fingers into her pussy and started finger-fucking her.  I groped her tits
through her little sweater.

   "You can just keeping cheering me on all night long," I said.  "I sure
liked it when you did those splits earlier.  Why don't you do them again,
right on my cock."

   She scrambled up on her knees, then stood over me on the bed.  Without
my instruction, she was going to do the whole cheer for me again.  Nice
touch.  When she finished the cheer, she sank into the splits, carefully
lining up her pussy with my cock and sliding right onto it.  I couldn't
help but grin.  What a nice routine!  Her big tits were popping out at me
through that little sweater, the shape of her dark, turgid nipples dark
well visible through the soft material.  I filled my hands with them while
she ground her hips against me, filling her cunt with my thick, veiny
shaft.

   "That's what I call team spirit," I said.  "Now shake those tits for
me."

   She started twisting her entire upper body back and forth as fast as she
could, making her tits bounce and jiggle back and forth, bumping into each
other one second and straining at the threads of the sweater the next.  Her
little pussy was clutching and twisting on my shaft, gripping it firmly in
its warm, wet grasp.  Her long legs stretched from one side of the bed to
the other, her heels and bobbie socks turning me on as I let me eyes travel
freely over her impeccable, olive-skinned body.

   People always wonder what my "type" is.  Do I prefer blondes, brunettes,
black, white, Asian, tits or ass?  Honestly, none of that matters to me.  I
have no preference of one skin color or hair color or body part.  I just
like a beautiful woman with a firm body.  Big tits are nice, but not
essential.  It's the total package that makes the difference - firm tits of
any size, hard nipples, tight pussy, firm round ass, toned legs - and you
can find all of that in women of every ethnicity.  My "type" is a hot babe
who wants and/or needs lots of hard cock, whether she knows it or not.

   Candi was definitely this type.  She was hot and she was quickly finding
out how much she needed and wanted my cock.  I could see her already
showing signs of a building orgasm and I wanted to make her cum again.  I
put my hands on her hips and started lifting her up and down on my cock
while she continued to shake her tits for me.  She came almost instantly,
nearly falling over onto my chest, but I pushed her back up and kept right
on slamming away.  She came again, biting her lip to keep from screaming,
gasping when I twisted her nipple and slapped her ass.

   "Get up, bitch," I grunted, pushing her up to her feet.  She was
straddling me, looking down as I held my cock, ready to explode.  I decided
to show her just how powerful my cock really was.  "Lean over a bit and
open up," I said.  She looked at me skeptically since her heels made her
six feet tall.  Even with my foot-long rod, it was still a five-foot shot
to hit the target.  If she had her doubts, well, let's say I doused them.

   I took good aim and fired my first shot.  In basketball, they would have
called it nothing but net.  It didn't even hit her lips as it went straight
into her mouth and didn't stop until it splattered against her tonsils and
slid down her gullet.  She looked stunned, nearly choking, but regaining
her composure in time to take my second blast on her nose.  The third hit
her right eye and the fourth her left.  The fifth went straight up her left
nostril and the sixth clogged the right.  She was now blinded and her
airway partially blocked and I had plenty more to go.  Ropey spurt number
seven hit square in the middle of her forehead and numbers eight, nine and
10 filled her mouth.

   "Splits and suck," I said, not even giving her time to swallow.  She
quickly gulped down enough to gasp a quick breath, then did the splits on
the bed again, bending over to suck my cock.  My cum was obscuring her
vision, so my cock bounced against her nose first, then her chin before she
finally gobbled it up and sucked it dry.  Without instruction, she swept
the cum off her face and into her mouth, swallowing it all as quickly as
she could.

   She was still in the process of doing this when I laid her back and
straddled her chest.  I lifted her little sweater away from her rib cage
and quickly slid my cock underneath it, letting it drop back down.  My cock
was now in the very cozy bed formed by the soft sweater and those two giant
pillow sized tits.  The tight sweater held her tits together so that they
were squeezed around my cock.  Between her soft skin and the soft sweater,
it felt every bit as good as a pussy, mouth or ass.

   I looked down at her face as I slowly slid my cock back and forth.  Cum
still clung to her eyelashes and one nostril was still clogged.  What a
beautiful cum slut I had at my disposal.  As I started thrusting faster and
harder, my cock pressed against her throat and she tilted her head to let
it brush her lips instead.  My pace quickened and soon the lone button on
her sweater - overmatched by her breasts and my girth - gave way, flying
across the room as her tits sprang into full view.  She alertly put her
hands on them, squeezing them together as tight as she could, trying to
maintain that soft sleeve for my shaft.

   When I came this time, I aimed precisely at a different point on her
forehead each time, lining up one thick rope of semen right next to the one
before it.  When I was done, it looked she was wearing a corduroy mask. 
Not an inch of skin was visible as my sheet of white, sticky foam clung to
her face.  I was truly an artist and her face was my living canvas.

   When she opened her mouth, it was like water going down a drain as my
load steadily slid across her face, over her lips and onto her waiting
tongue.  She used her fingers to push and scoop and slide great puddles
into her mouth, feeding herself with my protein shake.  I got off the bed
and watched, already plotting my next move but not wanting to rush this
scene.  I was stroking my cock, which was hardening once again, throbbing
and bouncing like a heavyweight boxer before a fight, anticipating its next
target.

   I decided that would be her ass as I made her do the splits on my cock
again, this time plowing her ass for about 15 minutes while I jabbed her
pussy with four fingers and teased her clit with my other hand.  I counted
four orgasms for her before I finally filled her asshole with a thick load
of cum.  I then made her kneel on her hands and knees and let the cum run
out of her ass, over her pussy and drip into a cup that I held for her. 
When she was empty and the cup was full, you guessed it, she drank every
drop.  Watching her made my cock hard again, but I decided to give her a
break.

   "You're doing great, Candi," I said, patting her cheek.  "Take a break -
freshen up, get something to drink, whatever you want.  I'll check on your
dad and be back.  I want you to be naked except for your socks and heels,
understood?"

   "Yes sir," Candi said.  "Thank you for checking on my father."

   I slipped on a robe and checked in with Frankie, who eyed my crotch
jealously, no doubt wondering why I had an erection but wasn't fucking
sweet Candi.  I know Frankie wanted to take care of it for me, but I just
asked her about the patient.

   "He's not great," Frankie said.  "He's resting, but he's fitful and he's
not breathing well.  His vitals are a little off, but stable.  I think
he'll have to go to the hospital soon."

   I agreed, shaking my head sadly.  "How's Candi?" Frankie asked.

   "Probably a little sore," I grinned, "but damn, she's flexible.  And so
far, nothing seems to faze her.  I think you two have more in common than I
thought.  You can both make me hard even when you're not around." I pulled
out my cock to give Frankie a peek.  She dropped to her knees, ready to
service me, but I pulled her gently back up by the hair.

   "No, Frankie," I said.  "This is Candi's night.  You need to take care
of him.  She can take care of me."

   I left Frankie horny and jealous and went back for more of my midnight
snack.  I didn't say a word as I entered the bedroom.  Candi was sitting on
the bed wearing only her heels and socks as requested.  I pushed her back
on the bed, then lifted her legs over her head and put her hands on her
ankles, a silent command to hold them there.  I let my eyes enjoy the view
of her dark tits squished together before I slowly knelt down and took my
first taste of that sweetest candy.

   I pulled her moist labia apart and dipped my tongue into her juicy
pussy. It was hot, moist and quite sweet.  She moaned her approval and I
began licking up and down her slit with long, wide swipes of my tongue,
flattening it out to make it as wide as I could.  I bathed her clit and
curled my tongue inside her pussy, searching for that magical spot.  I
either found it or got very close, because Candi was moaning and writhing
on the bed.  Her hands went to the back of my head, holding me tight there,
making sure I didn't leave until the job was done.  Oh, how many women had
I done the same thing to, holding them down on my cock until I was through
with them.

   I made Candi cum twice as my tongue teased and tasted her inside and
out. As she wrapped up her second orgasm, I replaced my tongue with four
fingers and finger-banged that hot little cunt through another orgasm. 
Then, I mounted that bitch, holding her legs over head still, and driving
my cock deep into her cunt.  She came as soon as my cock filled her and
came again when I filled her snatch with my thick, rich cock sauce.

   Speaking for the first time since I came back in the room, I said,
"Taste it." Candi dipped a finger into her pussy and put the cum-drenched
digit to her lips like a kid licking the icing of a birthday cake.

   The rest of the night continued in much the same fashion.  We never
slept, taking only a few short breaks.  I must have cum at least 10 more
times and Candi wasn't far behind.  It was about 6 a.m.  when Frankie came
into the room without knocking.  Candi was on her knees, struggling to
breathe as my cock slid in and out of her throat.  She backed off and I
sprayed her face like a firehose while Frankie reported the bad news,
"Doctor, I think he's getting worse.  His breathing is really shallow.  I
think we need to get him to a hospital."

   "OK," I said, not making Candi clean me off or lick the cum off her face
this time as I knew the news was hard for her to hear.  Frankie gave her a
towel to wipe off her face.  "Don't worry, Candi, we'll take care of him."

   "But I can't afford a hospital," she cried.

   "We'll take care of it," I assured her.  "Go clean up and get dressed -
normal clothes except no bra and wear some heels, OK?"

   "Yes sir."

   Candi went to the bathroom, fighting off tears.  I quickly cleaned up in
another bathroom and got dressed, joining Frankie alongside Candi's father.
After confirming Frankie's fears, I called a friend of mine at one of the
local hospitals.  Well, we weren't really friends - I don't have many,
actually - but we were acquaintances and he owed me a favor.  At a recent
conference, I had allowed him to share one of my dates for the weekend.  I
had brought the Pargo twins with me and it seemed a shame to keep all that
pussy to myself the whole time.  So, thinking I might need a favor someday,
I had allowed Dr.  Virgil, who was a department head at the hospital, to
enjoy one of them for a few hours.  I knew he would never forget that.

   "Dr.  Virgil," I said, "this is Dr.  Pound.  Ready for next year's
conference?"

   "Hell yes!" he said.  "Please tell me the twins will be there again."

   "Oh, we'll have some fun all right," I assured him.  "But right now, I'm
afraid I need a favor."

   "Sure, anything you need," he said.

   "I have a patient who's very sick but his daughter has no money to pay,"
I said.  "Now, she's a very special friend of mine, so I want to help her
out.  I'm willing to pay part of the costs, but I need some help from you.
Can you give us a good discount?"

   "You got it," Virgil said.  "I hope the daughter appreciates what you're
doing for her."

   "Oh, she's very appreciative," I assured him.  "And flexible.  She might
be willing to show you some appreciation, too, if you make it worth her
while."

   "If you're telling me she's worth it," Virgil said, his breathing
growing more rapid, "I'll give you 50 percent off and take another 25
percent off if she shows the proper amount of appreciation."

   "How much?" I asked, then explaining her father's condition and the
likely need for long-term care."

   "Well, I'm sure she'll visit him every day," Virgil said.  "If she
visits me every other day for say, an hour each time, I think that would be
fair, don't you?"

   "Very," I said.  "But it's up to her."

   "I understand," Virgil said.  "I'm sure you'll explain to her that it's
in her father's best interests to ensure top medical attention."

   "I think she'll get the point," I said.  "Send over an ambulance and
we'll see you in a little bit."

   "It's on its way," Virgil said.

   About 10 minutes later, the ambulance showed up and they took Candi's
father out on a stretcher.  Candi and I followed in her car and I sent
Frankie home to get some sleep, reminding her to be prepared just in case I
decided to drop in unannounced.

   On the way to the hospital, I explained the financial situation to
Candi. She was reluctant only for a second before understanding that she
had no choice and resigned herself to pleasing Dr.  Virgil.  "But I still
can't afford the other 25 percent," Candi whined.  "And I can never repay
you."

   "Oh, I have an answer for that, too," I said.  "You'll come work for me
as my receptionist.  In addition to taking calls and setting appointments,
you'll be like Frankie - available to me for anything at anytime.  A
24-hour call-girl, you might say.  I'll pay all your father's bills and
you'll work for me until you can pay them off."

   "Oh, thank you so much!" Candi squealed.  "That is so generous.  I will
be a very good employee, Dr.  Pound.  You won't be disappointed."

   "I'm sure I won't."