Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: She's Pregnant!
Part: 11 of 17
Universe: She's Pregnant!
Summary: I went out to find a hooker for Manny's birthday -- and got a LOT
more than I bargained for!

Keywords: MF MFF MM oral anal voy humil exhib cuck ir

She's Pregnant!

Chapter 11

	I went back upstairs to watch football -- but my mind was on other
things.  The girls wanted to hop and cheer and such, but I was distracted.
After a while they gave up and settled down, and soon after, Carmen collected
Faye off my lap and led Donna by the hand to their room for an afternoon nap.
Then she came back -- and the fun began...

	Carmen was wearing a short skirt that was pleated like an accordion
and one of those tank tops with the big armholes that go halfway across the
back to show whether a girl is wearing a bra or not, supposedly.  Well, I was
pretty sure she had been, but when Carmen returned from putting the girls
down, she wasn't.  I noticed; I'm male, and I'm nowhere near dead and Carmen
has hooters like cantaloupes.  I got my first look at a pair of nipples the
size of mini marshmallows at that point, too.  Add the low neckline providing
a view of her breastbone between her jugs and I had to work to reel my
eyeballs back in.

	Have I mentioned the fact that she wasn't obviously hot for most
guys?  The hooters were a little TOO big and a little saggy, and she had a
bit of a belly and was generally what I like to call 'plush' -- meaning that
she was padded, if not showing rolls.  She wasn't a size six -- more like
twice that, and maybe more, since I'm no expert in such things.  I really
can't tell you what all the excitement was about -- but it was there...

	So she flounced over and plopped on the couch -- and I had to almost
physically reach up and turn my head back toward the TV, because my eyeballs
didn't want to leave the neckline of that blouse.  I scolded them and sent
them back to football -- but they sulked and kept creeping back.  I felt
guilty as sin because every time they did, they met hers looking back.

	A couple of commercial breaks into this and I'd forgotten all about
Evelyn and Ted's little adventure.  Now, I had no right to be looking at an
eighteen year old -- I was damned near twice her age -- and I was doing my
best to be good -- but Carmen wasn't helping a bit!  She made a point of
moving or stretching or some damned thing that set her boobs to swinging and
I would pick it up and my eyeballs would stick to the image like a fly to
flypaper.  Football?  Was that what I was watching?  Uh uh.  Jugs.  I was
watching jugs...

	At least, that was what I was watching until she pulled her feet up
onto the couch!  Then she flopped one knee off to the side and leaned on the
upright one, her arms crossed -- and I discovered that she had a robust patch
of fur down there...

	"Carmen," I managed to croak.

	"Yes?"

	"Why do you want to tease me like this?"

	"Luz says..."

	"I DON'T CARE WHAT--!!" I roared -- then I got a grip on myself.
"What does Luz say?"

	"Luz says you are a bull," Carmen said carefully.  "Luz says if I
show you I am in heat, you will forget about this 'old guy' foolishness and
BE the bull..."

	"Come over here, Honey..."  She levitated up off the couch and swayed
over to my chair, then settled onto her knees, leaning on the chair arm.
Such grace...  Such huge brown eyes...  Such a cleavage...  I shook myself --
calling her over hadn't been that good an idea...  "I'm trying to do you a
favor.  You don't need me drooling on you -- there are plenty of young guys
standing in line to do that.  I mean, what's your grand plan?  Having my
kids?  Come on..."

	"Boys don't drool on me -- I'm fat and I'm ugly and I have a big
ass...  Sometimes, old guys drool on me -- but usually they are REAL old.
You're not REAL old..." she said softly, her eyes luminescent.

	"We have no future."

	"We have the present.  The future is... in the future."

	"What do you know?"

	I didn't explain myself, but she understood.  "Nothing.  Only that I
want you to touch me.  YOU know..."

	"Sweetheart, in my mind I am taking something precious from you."

	"In my mind you are giving me something precious," she replied
softly.

	I reached over and cradled her cheek -- big mistake.  It was VERY
soft, and she rubbed her face against my hand and purred like a kitten.  I
couldn't remove the hand -- it was magnetized.  No problem, I would slide
it...  Yeah.  Down her neck, out, over the point of her shoulder...  no, that
didn't work...  down, over her collarbone and out under her arm along the
outer curve of her... oops...

	Carmen reached up with her other hand and totally defeated the
neckline of her tank top, freeing both breasts, not just the one I had a
handful of.  "Yesss..."  She arched her back, presenting them.  My thumb made
friends with her left nipple without me telling it to.  So much for being
noble and keeping my hands off the young stuff...

	"Come here, then, if nothing I can say will stop you..."  Then she
was up in the chair, half beside me and half on top -- and I had a nipple in
my mouth, chewing it...

	And a feminine voice said, "Oops!" and then came the sound of a
throat clearing.  Sanity returned.

	"Bad time?" Evelyn asked.

	"Yes!"  Carmen was vehement about it.

	"I was... bowing to the inevitable..." I explained, embarrassed.

	"I'm sorry, Honey -- but the good news is that you've won the war,"
Evelyn told Carmen.  "He won't fight so hard next time."  Carmen just
clutched herself to me, sniffling.

	I decided that I wasn't getting up just yet.  Each of my women was
beautiful in her way -- and they were ALL a little younger than me -- but
there is something about an eighteen-year-old.  Something fresh and bright
and right off the showroom floor.  Carmen had that new girl smell...  "Drag
up a chair," I directed Evelyn while I ran a hand under Carmen's skirt.
Carmen obligingly spread her legs, putting her foot on the chair arm and
challenging Evelyn with a glare.  I started rubbing her fur patch -- and the
thick lips and hooded clitoris beneath.  "You're shameless," I whispered.
Carmen merely moaned and stuck her face in my neck.

	"You did it -- with Cheryl -- in this chair..." she gasped.  She was
wet under my rubbing fingers already.  I knew she was pretending that Evelyn
wasn't there.

	"Beds are better..."  I rolled a nipple between my fingers.  She
tensed and began to jerk involuntarily in reaction to my fingers abusing her
clitoris.  There is a power trip to getting a woman off; I really hadn't
indulged it much in my life.  I picked up on which movements were most
effective and concentrated on them and she whined into my neck and surged and
arched herself and her pussy chased my fingers.  Suddenly, she started
humping herself against me rhythmically, whining, and bit my neck -- and I
knew she was in transport...  She collapsed and pressed herself against me,
allowing her thick thighs to close, trapping my hand.  I let go of her breast
and rubbed her back and shoulder.  I wanted pussy -- bad -- but this would
do.

	"You do that well," Evelyn ventured.  Carmen jerked but burrowed
tighter against me.

	"She isn't exactly frigid," I replied.

	"I'm really sorry, Carmen," Evelyn said softly.  "We had an
appointment..."  Carmen nodded into my neck.

	I changed up -- which wasn't easy.  "Where is Ted?"

	"Downstairs," Evelyn replied.  "I figured he should have a specific
invitation, not expectations."  She paused a moment, then added, "Of course,
seeing this might have been instructive..."

	"Maybe."  What did I know about what went on in poor Ted's head?
"What have you been doing?"

	"Taking charge," Evelyn replied.  "It's TOO easy.  I sent him to the
bank for a money order, counting the cash out, then made him sit there and
watch while I paid off a charge card.  He got the point."

	"Can you do this?" I asked.

	"In some ways, it's like back when we were dating," she said.  "I
decided everything.  The excuse then was making me happy..."

	"It still is," I pointed out.  "He's damaged himself -- and it's gone
a lot farther than he expected.  I think the worse it gets the harder he'll
scramble."

	"Me, too," Evelyn agreed.  "These guys..."

	"It's tempting, but you -- and especially Ted -- will be exploited.
And a lot of porn videos have, 'I didn't sign up for that' as an underlying
plot.  We need to know we're not being played with."

	"Who would know that?" Evelyn asked.  "Milo?"

	"Milo is a realtor -- but he knows people who know people.  Hand me
the phone."  Carmen wasn't going anywhere...

	Milo was surprised.  "They want to do a porn flick?"

	"Yeah," I replied on speaker.  "They realize that it is genuine and
would probably be riveting.  Problem is, we could get seriously ripped off.
One of these guys is supposedly a pro -- but the industry isn't exactly known
for its honesty in dealing with actors and actresses.  We need to know what
is usual and customary."

	"I know a guy who knows a lawyer who..." Milo mused.

	"It's Sunday," I pointed out.

	"It's the afternoon," Milo shot back.  "Shysters who swim in that
sewer probably don't do eight to five by five days a week."

	"Maybe you can get an example contract or something?"

	"Maybe.  I'll call you back."

	Evelyn and I called the prospective client.  I reluctantly banished
Carmen from my lap and we went downstairs and I opened the office and let Ted
in -- but made him wait in the front of the store, where there wasn't much
but a counter and some advertizing for cleaning materials and a couple of
chairs.  "Hello?" a voice came cautiously over the phone.

	"It's us," I responded.

	"I talked to my buddy and he's hot to do this," the guy said eagerly.
"We're thinking that distribution rights are worthless to you because you'd
have to feel your way and probably get ripped off."

	"That runs similar to our assumptions," I agreed.  "We're working
some contacts and hope to have a basis for deal structuring, but..."  I
paused.  "Maybe we should wait a couple of days."

	"If he's in the process, it only lasts so long, you know?" a second
voice replied.  "Soon, he'll get comfortable and we won't get the reactions
that will make this hot."

	"Yeah, we get that.  You understand, though, that trust comes hard,
here," I pointed out.

	"We have... standard contracts," the second voice took over.  "We're
prepared to go with a premium rate.  We're thinking five thousand for
something that hits the minimums, and fifteen for something that really
captures the moment -- plus royalties.  We'll distribute."

	"We'll need standards for comparison," I retorted.

	"Of course.  You'll find this is generous.  We don't budget 'Indiana
Jones.'  But if it takes off, royalties would be considerable -- maybe
fifteen, twenty thousand.  A hit in this genre could do more than that."

	I flicked a glance at Evelyn.  "Sounds nice, but like I said, trust
comes hard -- especially on short notice.  I'm sure you would like to do this
in a studio..."

	"Yeah, I get it.  Neutral ground.  Actually, a studio isn't great.  A
hotel room isn't much better.  Maybe you have a place?"

	That rocked me.  "We'll get back to you on that."

	"How soon can we plan on moving forward?" the guy asked.  "We have to
put some things together..."

	"We hope to have some answers within an hour or so," I responded.

	"Uh, I don't know how um, delicate this situation is," the second guy
interjected, "but these things usually do better with a black guy involved.
It's a major hot button.  We can pass on it, but it would probably improve
marketability."  There was a pause, and he added quietly, "Besides, I'm
black..."

	I eyed Evelyn and she shrugged.  "Are you hung?" she asked.

	"I'm not a horse, but I'm good.  Eight inches or so.  Kinda thick."

	"I'm in agreement -- it would make a better video," Evelyn declared.

	"Way cool."

	Darla wandered in from her football gig at about that time.  "Ted is
out...  Oh, sorry."

	"Give us a sec."  I muted the phone.

	"What's going on?" Darla asked.

	"The guy asking for Evelyn and Ted?  It's grown legs.  They want to
do a video of them turning Ted's head around backwards," I explained.

	"Yeah?"  Darla looked interested.  She shifted her gaze to Evelyn.

	"It's gonna happen, anyway, and they're offering a LOT of money..."
Evelyn rationalized.

	"Hey, whatever..."

	I poked the phone.  "We're back.  Sorry.  How many guys are we
talking about?"

	"Well, me and my friend...  We were thinking about the scenario -- we
might like to have you, too -- you're her pimp, right?"

	"I like to think of myself as her business partner," I replied,
unruffled, "but I don't think I want to be on-screen -- at least, not
recognizably."

	"Right.  Ever handle a camera?  A good one?  My buddy wants to be in
on things..."

	Darla threw a throat-cutting gesture and I said, "Hang on a sec," and
poked mute again.

	"The Armenian had us video, well, promotions, I guess you'd call
them.  I got to be pretty good at it.  Besides, they need two cameras," Darla
declared.

	"I'm going to put you on."  I poked the button.  "I have someone.
She says we need two cameras."

	"Yeah?" the first guy sounded interested.

	"You need the action -- and simultaneously, you need Ted's RE-action,
you know?" Darla pointed out.

	"Good point!" the second guy said.  "That's important.  We may need
to split-screen it in editing, or intersperse them, but we need to get it all
at once."

	"You've got pro gear?" Darla asked.  "Good lights?  Tripods?  Image
stabilization?"

	"Yeah."

	"Okay, I can probably help.  With any luck, I can concentrate on
Ted," Darla declared.

	"Yeah, that might be the way to go," the second guy agreed.

	Milo walked in at that point, carrying a briefcase.  "Okay, so, the
two of you and the equipment, contracts, and money.  We need to duck out for
a bit and see if we can find a place.  We, uh, don't anticipate taking a
check, guys."

	"Cash is king," the first guy agreed.  "Look, the initial five is
going to be okay -- but it IS Sunday..."

	Milo stepped in.  "We hold the video until you can pay any additional
charges that you run up.  If this thing doesn't fly, we take the video
footage with us and give you a refund or whatever.  But we keep the media
until we have a contract and money has changed hands."

	"Who's that?"

	"My business agent," I replied.

	"Okay, makes sense," the second guy agreed.  "If this turns out, it
will be well worth it."

	"Agreed," I said.  "We'll get back to you in thirty minutes."  I hung
up and turned to Milo.  "What have you got?"

	"More or less standard porn contracts," he replied, popping open the
case.  "The lawyer charged me two-fifty for a consultation and he wants a
name, but he faxed me a whole stack.  He said other studios might look a
little different, but the gist would be the same."  We started poring over
documents.  Pretty quickly it became evident what was important and what was
just legalese -- and what might be a good offer and what would be a rip-off.

	Cheryl and Luz came in.  "What's up?" Cheryl asked.  "Ted's about to
wear a hole in the floor out there."

	"The guys who wanted to take on Evelyn and Ted have upped the ante
considerably."  I waved at Evelyn and let her explain.

	"So, tonight?" Cheryl asked.  "Why the rush?"

	"The thing with Don yesterday has him going," Evelyn explained.  "I
did some things today, too.  He's had the rug pulled out from under him --
and he's going to change up on his own if we give him a little time.  They
want to see... conflict..."

	"Oh, okay.  What do you need?" Cheryl asked.

	"A place," Evelyn replied.  "Not our place and not this place.  We
don't want to get ambushed at some studio, and hotels are not right,
either..."

	"What kind of place?" Cheryl asked.

	"An apartment, maybe.  Someplace we can get a couple of quick outside
shots, I would think," Darla mused.

	"I haven't given back the key to my place yet," Cheryl mused.  "We
would have to bring curtains and bedclothes and stuff back in, but it's
furnished.  And that kind of thing wouldn't be a surprise in my old
neighborhood."

	"Yeah?  How long to set up?" I asked.

	"A bedroom?  Ten, fifteen minutes," Cheryl guessed.  "Less for three
or four of us.  I'll contribute my old stuff to the cause."

	I shrugged.  "Well?"

	"Don, you have to help me pitch this," Evelyn insisted.  "And you
have to be there."

	"Yeah, okay.  I said I would.  Darla, Cheryl, give us the address and
go set up.  Luz, you hold the fort -- I'm gonna get even with you later for
putting poor Carmen on me.  Milo..."

	"I'm going."

	"Yeah, fine."  There was one final item.  "All of you clear out -- we
have to get Ted to go for this."  They headed out; I gestured to Luz to send
Ted in.  Ted came in. looking tentative.  "Have a seat," I directed, waving.
Evelyn got up from the chair and came over to sit on the desk.  "Things are a
little wild this week, huh?"

	"Yes."  Ted nodded.

	"I know that things have probably changed quite a bit more than you
expected.  How are you holding up?  Evelyn's new profession and everything
must be a shock -- especially how it pays the bills.  That kind of boosts her
importance around the house, doesn't it?"

	"Yes."

	"Okay..."  I sat back.  "How would you like to help?"

	"Excuse me?" Ted looked surprised.

	"I'm sure the other night was an eye-opener," I noted.  "But you
contributed to the success of that outing, whether you know it or not.  We've
had another... opportunity... fall into our lap, and Evelyn and I would like
to have your help in making it a success.  It could be extremely profitable."

	Ted licked his lips.  "What do you need?"

	"Remember the other night?" I began.  "Remember how things seemed to
slowly escalate?"

  	Ted nodded.  "Yeah."

	"Remember how as things escalated, so did the payments?"

	"Yeah."

	"We've been asked to take things to a new level.  Your input would be
pivotal.  The money could turn out to be two or three times what Evelyn made
that night."

	"Really?  That much?"

	"Yes."

	"What do I have to do?"

	"These guys want to make a video," I explained.

	"Of what?"

	"Them fucking Evelyn -- and your reactions."

	"I can't act."

	"We don't want you to act, Ted," I explained.  "We want you to be
yourself.  We want you to RE-act."

	"I... don't understand."

	"Look, these guys will have sex with Evelyn.  In the process, they're
going to say things, to you and about you.  They generally won't be nice -- I
think you can probably imagine some of it."

	"Oh."  Ted looked at the floor.

	"We don't expect you to be happy about it.  You can argue with them
or complain about it -- take issue with them.  If they hurt you, you can
express it.  The only thing you CAN'T do is interfere with the sex.  If they
ask you over to look at it close up or something, that's okay -- but you
can't go prying one of them off Evelyn."

	"Are they gonna hurt her?"

	"Uh uh.  Not a bit.  That's not what it's about."  I took a breath.
"I said they were going to be uncomplimentary.  Well, Evelyn is going to
agree with them.  Since they're the customers and the customer is always
right, that shouldn't be a surprise.  I'm telling you in advance so you
expect it."  I eyed him.  "Do you see where this is going?"

	"Yeah.  I think so."  Ted nodded.

	"Now, it isn't fair for Evelyn to be the only one to profit from
this.  She's a partner in the business already, anyway.  There will be others
there to help, obviously.  But I'm going to offer you a position as an
employee if you think you can carry this off.  That way, you get to make a
monetary contribution."

	Ted looked shaky.  "How far...?"

	"The farther they can take it without things falling apart, the more
money there is in it.  Remember, you don't have to like it and you don't have
to pretend you like it or be all stoic.  You can be wildly unhappy about the
whole thing -- we want you to be genuine in your reactions.  You just can't
stop it," I explained.  "And, like I said, the farther you go, the more money
is in it for you and Evelyn."

	Ted turned pleading eyes on his wife, "Evvie?"

	"Baby, this could get us into the black in one shot!" Evelyn
insisted.  "Can you help me?  Remember when I sent you out to get the money
order so I could pay off that credit card bill?  Remember how good it felt to
be out from under that debt that we were never going to shake on your salary?
We can do a whole lot more than that..."  She beckoned him to her and
caressed his cheek.  "You can do this -- you LIKE to watch.  You know a lot
of people think that is weird -- they'll just be harassing you some over it.
All you have to do is... take it."

	"You'll be saying things, too, right?"

	"You know what's true and what isn't, right?"

	"Yeah..."  The look on Ted's face said he knew the problem with THAT
as well as we did -- but he squared his shoulders.  Okay."