JC: Harry and the Lee Girls Chapter 5 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 As far as Paul was concerned, life could not get any better than it was. Twice a week, he spent the entire night at the home of Janet, the widow that lived down the street. Making love to her was outstanding, but it paled beside the simple act of holding her in his arms in the more intimate activity of sharing their feelings. That life was good scared him far more than he would admit. The last time life had been this good, he had lost it all to a drunk driver. It was summer and school was out. Dolly had graduated high school, Lilly was going to be a senior, and Janet's son, Bart, would be entering high school the next year. All three were sitting around the table, chatting with the kind of energy that young people possessed. Janet, spending her day off with Paul, sat back amazed at the lunch he had prepared. Once everyone had finished eating, Paul cleared the table and put the dishes into the dishwasher. While he was busy doing that, Janet turned to Dolly and asked, "Would you and Lilly like to go shopping with me?" Lilly, hearing the major word shopping, looked up and exclaimed, "Yeah!" Laughing at her sister, Dolly said, "What she said." The idea of spending the day shopping with three females was the last thing that Bart wanted to do. Frowning, he said, "The opposite of what she said." Janet smiled at Bart and said, "I believe that Paul had some plans for the day that included you. I hope that prospect isn't too horrible." She knew better than to believe that he wouldn't have a good time and Bart knew it. He enjoyed the times spent with Paul. Paul didn't try to replace his father, but dealt with him on his terms. He said, "I wonder what he's going to do today." Dolly said, "It's Tuesday. He always runs some sort of errand on Tuesdays, but I don't know what he does." Paul came out of the kitchen and looked at Bart for a moment. Frowning, he said, "I think you should change your clothes." "What? They aren't nice enough." "That's not the point. They're too nice. Get into some clothes that you don't mind getting dirty," said Paul with a wink knowing that the idea they were going to do something in which they might get dirty was going to intrigue the teenage boy. Bart left to change into different clothes. Once he was gone, Paul turned to Lilly and Dolly with a strange expression on his face. It was concerned, sad, and embarrassed all in one. Licking his lips nervously, he said, "Janet is going to drop you off at the house of a friend of Jeff's. We feel that you need to stay there for three days. When you are done there, she'll take you shopping." "What?" asked Dolly surprised by the news that they weren't going shopping right away. "Fred, Jeff, and I talked about this for a long time." "Where is she taking us?" "I won't tell you that," said Paul hating that he had to keep it from them. Shaking his head, he added, "I'm not allowed to tell you." "Why?" asked Dolly afraid to learn the answer. The idea that her protectors would send the two girls away didn't feel right. She knew the three men were now involved in relationships with women, but did that mean they want to get rid of the girls? She hoped not, she loved them like fathers. Lilly had moved closer to her as though seeking protection. Despite their love for the three men, a deep-seated fear made them wonder if they were being sent back to slavery. "There is something that you need to learn and we aren't the ones that can teach you," answered Paul. He wouldn't look at her in the eye. Going over to a table by the door, Paul got a cell phone and handed it to her. He said, "If you want to know more, use the speed dial for the first stored number." She watched Paul return to stand by Janet and put an arm around his girlfriend. Dolly immediately made the call and waited to hear who answered. She jumped when the voice said, "You've reached Happy Harry. At the sound of the tone, please state your name. Beep." Confused by the strange beep, she answered, "Dolly." "Hi Dolly. How are you doing?" "I though that was a recording," answered the girl realizing that he had tricked her. Harry didn't take anything too seriously, but he never treated anything more lightly than was necessary. It was a tight line that he walked, but he did it with amazing ease. "Got you!" said Harry with laughter in his voice. "So what's the matter? Are you concerned about the three guardian angels sending you and Lilly away?" "You know about that?" asked Dolly. "Of course, I know about that. I'm Happy Harry." "Paul won't tell me where we are going and what we are going to do there," complained Dolly. "Good for them." "What?" screamed Dolly shocked that Harry would answer that way. There was no way that she would believe that Harry would have any part in selling them into slavery, but she was beginning to have her doubts. Allowing fears that she had long thought buried to take control of her, she accused, "You wouldn't be planning anything bad, would you?" Imaginations working over time, the girls approached the door of the apartment with trepidation. Lilly turned back and saw Janet watching them from a distance. The older woman made a motion with her hands indicating that they should continue on to the door. Holding her breath, Dolly raised her hand and knocked on the door. Without much of a delay, a very attractive woman opened the door and smiled at the two young women. She had been told to expect that they would be afraid, but hadn't believed the warning. In a kindly voice, she said, "You both look so terrified. Please, don't be scared. I don't bite." The woman was not what the two young ladies had expected to encounter. For the entire ride in the car to the apartment, they had pictured a slaver opening the door to take them away. Lilly asked, "Who are you?" "I'm Cindy," answered the woman as she looked over the two young ladies. They were very attractive and could have put her out of business in a day. She stepped back from the door and said, "Please come in." Pretending a greater confidence than she felt, Dolly walked in and looked around the room for a minute. It was a very nice room, but a little masculine for her taste. On the one wall was a very large flat screen television that was showing the interior of an apartment. The door to the bedroom was open and she could see that there was nobody in the bedroom. Convinced that the only other person in the room was Cindy, she said, "It looks safe enough, Lilly." Watching how Dolly was examining the room and how Lilly remained ready to flee, Cindy remarked, "My, you sure are cautious." Ignoring the comment, Dolly wandered through the apartment and looked in each room. It was a remarkably normal apartment with nothing suspicious other than the fact that everything in it was of the highest quality. She frowned and looked out the door at her sister. Wondering if she was about to repeat the mistake by which they had become slaves she said, "Come on in, Lilly." The younger girl entered the apartment and looked around. Her eyes lit upon the large television and she took a moment to watch the scene on the screen. A person entered the picture and she gasped, "Is that Eric?" The question brought Dolly rushing back into the living room. She froze on seeing Eric sitting in a chair on the television screen talking to an extremely attractive woman. Poor Eric was hunched over as though he was suffering from a stomachache. Dolly charged, "That's Eric. What is going on here? What are you doing watching Eric?" Cindy closed the door and turned to the young women with a smile on her face. She said, "Ah, you know the young man. Harry said that you might recognize him." "He looks ill," said Lilly concerned for her next door neighbor. He was bent over, holding his hands across his lap. She wondered if someone had hurt him. The sound of the Cindy's laughter filled the room. She looked over at Lilly and asked, "Can't you tell that he's hiding an erection?" The young woman blushed as the comment clarified the unusual position in which Eric was seated. His companion in the room was amazingly gorgeous and wearing clothes that screamed sex. Dolly was concerned about why they were able to see him. She asked, "Does he know that you are watching him?" With a graceful gesture, Cindy pointed to the sofa facing the television set as she said, "Please take a seat and I'll explain everything." Lilly and Dolly sat down on the sofa, their eyes flicking between the scene on the television and Cindy. Lilly asked, "What is going on?" Cindy seated herself in a chair that allowed her to view the two young women and the television. She paused to watch the action on the television and then faced them as she said, "The young man agreed to allow a select group of women to watch him for the next seventy-two hours. He is going to have sex with his companion many times while he is there. He knows that no more then three women are watching, but he has no idea that two of them are the two of you." Lilly looked over at Dolly in confusion. "Why would he agree to that?" "Why? Harry promised him something that is priceless, but I don't believe that is the reason he is here," answered Cindy. The two sisters looked at each other wondering what Harry could have promised him that was worth the degradation Eric must be experiencing. Cindy answered their unasked question, "I think he is a remarkably lucky young man. Loraine is one of the most sought after women in the country. Over the next few days she is going to teach him the art of loving. He will learn how to pleasure a woman like few men ever learn. The women in his life are going to be truly blessed." "Do you mean to tell us that she's a prostitute?" asked Dolly in shock. "She is a courtesan and one of the very best. She knows six languages, has a photographic memory, and can discuss anything from art to science. The most important thing is that she absolutely loves her work. The young man is very lucky indeed," answered Cindy. "I don't understand. Are you suggesting that she likes having sex with men for money?" "Of course." Cindy watched the action on the television. Eric was relaxing as he talked with Loraine. She turned up the volume on the set as she added, "You might want to listen to what they are discussing." Eric couldn't believe that he was actually alone with this gorgeous woman. Her dress was slit up the side showing off her long legs. The deep v-cut promised glimpses of her bra-encased breasts, promises that were kept when she would lean forward to take her coffee. His excited state was making his erection hurt and he wondered if he should go into the bathroom to relieve some of the pressure before he started acting like a total jerk. His thoughts were interrupted when Loraine asked, "So why did you really agree to this?" "Three reasons, I guess. I'm eighteen years old and I've never even kissed a girl. I was getting tired of being a virgin," answered Eric. He looked down at the table, embarrassed at having admitted that he was a virgin. He was having second doubts about this entire thing. Some strange women were watching him announce that he was a virgin. They must think that he was a jerk. "A handsome young man like yourself must have had plenty of opportunities with the girls," commented Loraine. "That's my second reason. I've been in love with a girl for three years and she doesn't even notice me. Harry promised that I would be much more confident after coming here, confident enough that I would be able to tell her how I felt," said Eric. "Tell me about this girl," requested the woman sitting back on the couch, tucking a leg underneath her. "She lives next door to me." Loraine smiled and said, "Ah, the girl next door. Let me guess, a brunette with a nice figure and wide-eyed innocence." "Actually, she's oriental. She's small with long dark hair and a very compact tight body. There's always a twinkle in her eyes. When she smiles, it is enough to light up the room. She has the cutest nose I've ever seen on a woman. I even like her name, Lilly." Lilly gasped when she heard what he said and covered her mouth with both hands. It was difficult to believe that he was talking about her. Eric was in love with her? He wasn't gay, he was in love with her. That explained why he never dated any of the girls in school. She asked, "How can that be?" Dolly said, "Wow. I had no idea that he felt that way about you, Lilly." Lilly stared at the television, seeing Eric with fresh eyes. How had she missed the way he looked at her? If she had known, what would she have done? No nice guy deserved a woman with her past. She wanted to flee, but Cindy said, "Stay and listen." Loraine asked, "So what was the third reason?" "The man that arranged this told me that two women and a therapist would be watching. That convinced me to do this." "You have an exhibitionist streak?" asked Loraine with a smile. "Ah, I'm not sure that I understand what that means." "It means that you like to be watched," said Loraine. "Oh, no. I don't. I'm rather shy, I guess." "So why?" Eric fidgeted for a second and then answered, "He told me that the two women had been raped, tortured, and nearly killed. As a result of their abuse, they had lost knowledge about how to love, but he felt that I could help them learn how. The story really broke my heart. If being watched while learning about making love would help them resume a normal life, then how could I say no?" "I guess," replied Loraine as she took his hand. She kissed his fingers and received his total attention. She asked, "Doesn't it sound kind of weird to you?" "The man who arranged this is a Druid. The Druids are strange, but I know of no case where they have hurt a good person. I know of a bunch of people that this particular Druid helped. If he said it would help, then I know it will help," answered Eric. He knew about the three men who lived next door. They had been homeless and now they were not. He had watched as Paul stopped twitching and pulling his hair out. Jeff had gone from not being able to look at anyone to being very out going. Even Fred had become a more open person. "So you are doing this for them?" "I guess." "You seem very uncomfortable," said Loraine. "I would never take advantage of a woman. My parents raised me to respect women. I feel guilty that you have to do this," answered Eric honestly. Loraine had cradled his hand in one of her hands and was tracing the lines in his palm with the index finger of her other hand. For Eric, this was an amazingly erotic sensation and one that he would never have guessed would sexually excite him. She paused tracing his hand to look at him in the eye before she asked, "You feel that you are taking advantage of me?" Eric didn't know how to answer the question without being insulting. She hadn't sounded upset when she asked the question, but how do you say that being a prostitute wasn't exactly an honorable profession? Hesitantly, he answered, "I feel like I am using you. I believe I understand what you do for a living and that I'm contributing to keeping you in that business by being here. That makes me a little uncomfortable." "Isn't that sweet? You don't want to take advantage of a fallen woman," teased Loraine surprised at his answer. Some lady was going to get very lucky when he fell in love with her. Seeing from the hurt expression on his face that he had taken her humor as sarcasm, she explained, "I am not a fallen woman. I do this because I love it. I make an obscene amount of money and give half of it to Harry's fallen angels." Dolly, in disbelief, turned to Cindy. The features on her face were distorted by the confusion she felt. Uncertain that she really wanted to know the answer, she asked, "She loves getting paid to sleep with men?" For the next ten minutes, Cindy explained that many women really enjoyed sleeping with men. Cindy and she loved it so much that making a living from it was like getting paid for a hobby that they would have pursued anyway. Each man was a source of wonder to them. The strength men exhibited on one hand and the vulnerability men felt on the other was a fascinating contrast that provided hours of material for contemplation. Dolly was fascinated by how the woman talked about men. It was clear that Cindy loved men and everything about men. She enjoyed their bodies regardless of whether they were short and fat or tall and thin. The variability of cocks and balls was fascinating to her. She liked the way men thought. They had senses of honor, obligation, and morals that were so different from women. Lilly listened to the discussion between Dolly and Cindy distracted by the activities on the screen. A strange sense of jealously came over her when she watched the woman on the screen lead Eric from the living room. Her movements and manner conveyed exactly what was expected of him. He was to enjoy what she was going to do to him and she was going to do very enjoyable things to him. Her attention returned to the discussion when Dolly asked, "Are you trying to convince us to do this for a living?" The question re-awoke all of the fears that had haunted her during the entire trip here. Holding her breath, she listened with all of her attention while Cindy answered, "Good gracious no. You would be horrible at this. You fear men and every minute you spent in bed with them would make you miserable. No, you are here so that you can get over your fears enough to enjoy going to bed with a man that you care for." She reached over to the coffee table and picked up a remote control. Changing channels allowed them to watch what was going on in the bedroom. Loraine had striped and was undressing Eric with slow deliberate movements. The young man looked as if he were frozen in fear by what she would discover once he was naked. Once the final piece of clothing was removed, Cindy leaned forward to look at the screen and, in a voice that conveyed real envy, said, "Oh my. He is magnificent. I wish I could zoom in on that cock, it looks perfect. Loraine is so lucky that he choose her." Lilly and Dolly turned a bright red color, blushing as they watched Eric. They felt like the voyeurs they were. Embarrassed was hardly the word to explain how they felt, but it was not tinged with sexual excitement. Eric was their neighbor and they had known him for years without ever thinking of him in a sexual fashion. Now they were watching him as he stood on the verge of losing his virginity to a woman that could easily have earned a fortune as a fashion model. Lilly turned to Cindy and said, "I don't think we should be watching this. It is a private moment." Raising an eyebrow, Cindy said, "Don't denigrate the magnificent gift that he is bestowing on you. He knows that two women with horrible pasts are watching. Although he doesn't know that you two are the specific women who are watching him, he is doing this for you as well as for himself." Taken aback by the rebuke, the two young women turned to watch as Loraine gave a very quick handjob to Eric explaining that it would take the edge off so that he could enjoy what followed. The twisted expression on his face as he came looked as though he were in pain, but that was countered by the groans of pleasure he was emitting. Lilly asked, "Is he in pain?" "No. He is feeling a pleasure so great that his face has never learned how to express it." After cleaning up his spilled seed, Loraine proceeded to make love to him. His youth allowed him to recover his erection almost immediately. Mouth open in amazement, Lilly watched as Loraine kissed him while her hands explored his body. Eric's hands clutched the bed sheets as his body writhed on the bed. Surprised by his passive submission, Lilly remarked, "He's not throwing her around or jamming his thing into her." Dolly, watching the woman licking Eric's nipples, said, "She actually looks like she is enjoying this. She keeps smiling when he reacts to what she's doing." 'These poor girls,' thought Cindy watching them rather than the action on the screen. It was hard for her to imagine that they believed making love was an onerous task for a woman and a means for men to dominate women. She didn't respond to their comments, hoping that the sisters would learn the truth from what they saw. The sisters paled when Loraine knelt between Eric's legs and started kissing his cock. Memories of taking Wong's cock into their mouths threatened to make them ill. Lilly started trembling as she relived cleaning her shit and blood off his cock after he had finished raping her that last time. Dolly had the same experiences and in reliving them clutched her stomach in pain. Loraine looked up and smiled at the look on Eric's face even as her hand gently fondled his balls. In Chinese, Dolly exclaimed, "She's enjoying it!" Responding in Chinese, Lilly asked, "How? How can she enjoy it?" "I don't know," answered Dolly in dismay. Neither one of them realized they had slipped into Chinese. Dolly stared at the screen. That Loraine was enjoying herself was clear when she finally lowered herself on the young cock. The look of delight and satisfaction as her womanly tunnel was filled could not be mistaken. Eric started exploring her body with his hands, enjoying the feel of her flesh and the sight of her mounting him. In a reaction that was far angrier than anyone expected, Lilly jumped up and shouted, "Stop them. Stop them now! He's going to hurt her when he starts ramming into her." Not understanding Chinese, Cindy had no idea what Lilly said. She could see that the other sister was just as upset. Again, she fought back the urge to respond to their reactions. On the television screen, Eric lifted his hips as he came while Loraine leaned her head back and shouted out her pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. Still speaking Chinese, Lilly turned to Cindy and shouted, "Stop him before the hurting begins." Lilly turned back in time to see Loraine climb off Eric's cock and lie beside him. His arm reached around her and held her body close to his. She placed a hand on his chest with her head resting on his shoulder. Both sisters were poised to as if to respond to violence, but nothing happened. Eric was enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss while Loraine smiled to herself at the pleasure she had given him. A minute passed, then two, and finally five as both sisters stood watching the scene on the television waiting it to turn violent. Even though nothing happened, the tension continued to build in the two sisters. Cindy watched the drama in fascination, wondering how long they would remain in that state of increasing tension. Suddenly, Lilly collapsed back onto the couch. It was as though the rubber band that held her feelings had snapped. Her entire body shook as tears streamed from her eyes and little animal whimpers emerged from deep within her throat. It was only seconds after that when Dolly joined her sister on the couch in much the same state. Relieved to see the emotional dam burst, Cindy set a box of Kleenex in front of the two young women. When they finished crying they would need to use them. She went to the kitchen to fix something for them to drink after they recovered. She wanted to have a long talk with them about what they had watched take place on the television. It was important for her to understand why they had reacted in the manner they had. Bart sat in the passenger seat as Paul drove into the worst part of town. Concerned, he asked, "Do you know where you are going?" "Yes, I know exactly where I'm going," answered the man with a smile knowing that Bart was scared by the rundown surroundings of the inner city. Bart had been surprised when Paul had taken him to the Fusion Foundation, particularly since they were both dressed in old jeans and shirts. While there, Paul had picked up an envelope containing money donated by other people whom Harry had helped in the past. This was his Tuesday errand and one that he performed regardless of how he felt. "It looks kind of dangerous around here," remarked Bart. The buildings had bars on the windows and it seemed as if every other business was a bar or liquor store. As they passed an alley, he caught sight of a bum urinating against the side of a building. He groaned as he said, "There's a guy taking a piss back there." Grinning at the young man seated beside him, Paul said, "At least he wasn't taking a dump." "Oh, gross." The hotel was just ahead and he switched lanes so that he could pull into the parking lot. Bart looked puzzled as he saw how Paul was pointing at the seedy hotel and said, "That's our next stop." "There?" "Yep, here," answered Paul as he pulled into the parking lot. After a minute of navigating through the parking lot, he parked in a space near the end of the building. Turning off the motor, he said, "We're going in there." The room he had pointed at had a small sign on the door. Bart read it aloud, "Fallen Angels?" "Yes. This is an organization that a couple of former prostitutes started to help other girls get off the streets," answered Paul with a smile. Without knocking, he opened the door and gestured for Bart to enter. The young man licked his lips nervously wondering what he would find inside. None of his friends had ever met a prostitute and the guys would never believe that he had met a bunch of prostitutes. Entering, he found a plain looking woman dressed in a T-shirt and blue jeans sitting behind an old beat-up desk. She looked up at him and asked, "Could I help you?" Paul entered the room and looked over at Bart. The young man was stuttering as he tried to figure out how to answer the question. Giving the boy a break, he said, "How are you doing, Candy?" The woman looked over at Paul with a smile and said, "I'm fine, Twitch." "I have something here for you," remarked Paul as he looked around the office. He noticed a new angel on the shelf and remarked, "I see you've helped another one." "Yeah. We finally broke into the boy trade," replied the woman with a grin. Bart understood that she was talking about male prostitutes. Visions of women lining up with cash wanting to pay him for sex flashed through his teenage mind. He said, "Wow. Do you mean there are guys that get paid to sleep with women? I'd like to do that." Smiling and shaking her head, Candy understood the teenage male libido much better than most women did. She countered, "Ah, I'm afraid that it is teenager boys getting paid to get used by men." "Gross," answered Bart shocked at the idea. Smiling over at Paul, Candy said, "He's cute, can I keep him?" "I'd let you have him, but I think his mother would object," answered Paul with a laugh. Bart blushed at the comment. Paul opened the envelope he had received from the Fusion Foundation and pulled out another envelope that had Fallen Angels printed on the face. He handed it over to Candy and said, "Here's a little support for the fine work your organization performs." "I like you, Twitch. You come here and give us money without asking for anything in return," she said with a smile. Looking over at Bart, she asked, "So can I interest you in a blowjob? How about I turn the boy into a man?" Paul laughed at the embarrassed reaction of the young man standing beside him. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he said, "Not today, Candy. We've got more places to visit." "Aw, you're always saying that," remarked Candy with a smile. She laughed as looked at Bart who was trying to adjust himself without looking too obvious about it. The idea that she could still turn on a young man made her feel good. "I hope I'll be seeing you in the future." As Paul drove away from the hotel, Bart asked, "You see her every week?" "Yeah, she's a nice lady. She had a rough past starting with an abusive stepfather, an alcoholic mother, and a brother than ended up on death row. She fought her way out from under a particularly nasty pimp and founded Fallen Angels to help others in her position. She's also very brave. I've seen her stare down an armed pimp, knowing that she could die any minute." "Does my mother know that you visit prostitutes?" Paul laughed at the way the boy had worded his question. He answered, "I don't visit prostitutes in the manner that most people would interpret that statement. I have a lot of friends that are former prostitutes and individuals who are struggling to get out of the business." "She offered sex to you," countered Bart not quite sure if Candy had been joking about giving Paul a blowjob. He wasn't sure how his mother would feel about it. "I imagine that if I ever said yes, she'd actually give me one. Of course, I think she'd lose all respect for me if I ever did it. However, to answer your earlier question, your mother knows that I do this every Tuesday. She's come with me in the past and met all the same people you're going to meet to day." "Why did you decided to bring me?" asked Bart. This was not exactly the outing that he had been expecting. "I'm planning on asking your mother to marry me," answered Paul with a sidelong glance at Bart. Seeing the startled expression flash across the boy's face, he added, "I thought I would introduce you to some of my friends. I think that meeting the friends a man keeps is the best way to judge his character. Just wanted you to know me a little better. That way, when I ask you for permission to ask your mother to marry me, you can give me an honest answer." "Oh," replied Bart. He wasn't sure if he was ready for a new father. He missed his father tremendously. Paul wasn't at all like his father had been. His father had been a hard worker, dedicated family man, and community leader. "I'm not asking to become your father. Those are shoes that I couldn't ever hope to fill and, to tell the truth, I'm not really all that interested in being like your father. I'm Paul, a man that is known by a lot of people as Twitch. My friends include prostitutes, homeless folks, cripples, and Druids. I do what I can to help them get by." Paul stopped talking as he pulled into the homeless hotel and parked his car. With a grin at the expression of fear on Bart's face, he said, "We're here." For the rest of the day, Paul took Bart from one place to another introducing the boy to his homeless friends, prostitutes, and others. Although the people they met looked hard and angry, quite a few of them had good hearts. Every person they met respected Paul. They greeted the man by name, shook hands, and offered to share what little they had. When they visited a halfway house for people trying to kick drug and alcohol problems, Bart had watched Paul help a person that was about to fall off the wagon. They had visited a home for unmarried mothers. From the name, Bart had expected to see a lot of pregnant women. Instead, he had found an apartment complex full of women with children. What had once been an activity center had been turned into a huge daycare center. The women living there ran it. Those who didn't work or had late shifts watched over the children during the day. Those that did work covered other shifts. It allowed them to work and have people watch their children without the cost of baby- sitters. As they drove back to the house, their clothes were much dirtier than when they had left home. Bart had seen a whole side of life that he had never experienced. His respect for the man sitting beside him had gone up tremendously. As they pulled into the driveway of Paul's house, Bart said, "Ask my mother. I'm pretty sure she'll say yes."