Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: She's Pregnant!
Part: 17 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 17


	Gladys seemed fine when she joined me later upstairs.  Darla and
Darrin were there, but Luz went out for the first time.  Carmen was handling
Raphael.  It was a Tuesday and relatively quiet.  The others were all out,
too, even Celene and Lizbeth -- but they were at planned 'vanilla' jobs.  "So
how did it go?" I asked as Gladys cuddled up on the couch.

	"Celene will be looking, but not for herself -- she'll just be open
to setting up something for one of the other girls.  Lizbeth, I could not
dissuade."

	"So..."

	"Luz and Cindy are going to train her -- and they aren't pulling any
punches."

	"You seemed a little..."

	"Pissy?" Gladys finished.  "Carmen and I have an agreement and we
work together.  Darla and Luz and Cheryl and Evelyn were there first, and
they don't really make serious demands -- but I'm DAMNED if I'm going to let
every woman we put on the payroll cut down on my supply of Donnie juice!"

	"To be fair, I don't think I was a drawing card in Lizbeth's decision
-- and Luz TOLD her she probably wouldn't get much attention from me," I
replied mildly.  "Certainly, I had no intention..."

	"Shut up, Don."  She burrowed into my shoulder.  "Carmen and I aren't
like the others -- we're more... proprietary.  You don't mind, do you?  As
long as we're fair about it?"

	"I don't want to mix in it," I replied.  "If I do, SOMEONE will
perceive that I'm playing favorites.  I want you girls to organize it and
I'll go with the flow.  On the other hand, if I want something, I'll probably
just reach for it -- and if someone decides that's playing favorites, too,
well..."

	"Are you?"

	"Am I what?" I asked, pretending innocence.

	"Playing favorites."

	"I'm attempting to meet the needs of each of my women as they present
them," I replied carefully.  "Some of them are apparently more needy than
others, but as long as you all agree that no one is stepping out of bounds,
all is well."

	"What if one of us needed something special -- marriage, for
instance?" Gladys pressed.

	"The cachet of respectability, or an exclusive relationship?" I
inquired.

	"That's my Donald -- no flies on you!" Gladys grinned.  "The former,
I think.  The latter would be very destructive, wouldn't it?"

	"If we were talking about you or Carmen, the one not involved might
end up with her nose out of joint," I pointed out, "even if it WAS for the
cachet!"

	"Very true," Gladys sighed.  "I guess we should table that."

	"Is it an issue?" I asked, working to hide my surprise.  It hadn't
been THAT long since that night she and Carmen first shared me.  What had
suddenly happened that made me irresistible to women was STILL a complete
mystery...

	"No, I'm just greedy.  I can't deny Carmen, though."

	"I'm sure she feels the same way..."  'More like I HOPE she does!' I
added to myself.

	"Take me to bed?"

	"Sure."

	There is making love and there is fucking; any of my women would take
a good fucking, but only two wanted to make love.  Gladys and I made gentle
love, more or less missionary-style, her on her back with one leg out and one
running up vertical between my neck and shoulder while I used her thigh for
leverage.  She's easy to get off -- she doesn't throw seizures, just peaks
and valleys that take a while to wear her out.  Sometimes, though, the
valleys flatten out and match the peaks and she gets this constant orgasm
thing going -- which only lasts as long as I can take the constant ripple in
her pussy.  Somehow, we got there without quite planning it and I unloaded in
her in long gushes.  Oh, well -- I'd gotten used to it; it seemed like there
was ALWAYS a wet spot in my bed -- even the new double-king in the expanded
master suite.

	Luz came in first, announcing, "Everything works, Boss!"

	I said, "What, EVERYTHING?"  She just grinned that toothy grin of
hers.  Cheryl came in next.  Evelyn and Ted didn't come up.  Carmen crept in
last, Darla having released her totally from nursery duty.  If pressed, Darla
had working nipples for two, and Raphael would suck her just as he would his
mother.  Well, I'd do either one of them, too.


	I'd become more and more disenchanted with my day job -- it seemed to
be going nowhere, same old shit, while the rest of my life buzzed off in
weird directions.  And there was Tony, of course -- who I could really have
stood to do without seeing, but couldn't seem to get away from.  Wednesday,
he hit me up with, "I think I could stand another visit from your girls."

	"Okay, I'll see what I can schedule," I told him.  "When?"

	"Six?  Like before?"

	"Last time, it took four hours -- at the high rate," I reminded him.
The place had been a sty.

	"We'll adjust as we go," he replied.  "I don't think it's as bad,
but..."

	I just nodded.  I don't think the girls had given it more than a lick
and a promise; Tony had taken Darla off the job, anyway, and left Luz to do
it all.  Two of them could probably have taken six hours and STILL not been
done.

	I called home and told Darla, "Tony wants a team at six."

	"I'm not going!"

	"No, of course not," I agreed.  "What about Luz?"

	"He treated her like she was dirt!"

	"Well, he won't have you there this time..."

	"True.  LUZ!"  Darla handed off the phone.

	"Tony wants a team at six."

	"I'll take Lizbeth."  Luz didn't even kick.

	"Sounds good," I agreed.

	Six-oh-five comes and I get a call from Tony.  "Where's Bonnie?" he
whined.

	"Maternity leave.  I thought you wanted your place cleaned?" I
retorted.

	"Yeah, but..."

	"Either one of the pair I sent can do the job..." I pointed out.

	"Well, I dunno.  Got anyone else?"

	"Nope," I replied, eyeing Cindy -- and Jasmine, our other working
girl.  She was white, too, but fuck Tony...  "The other teams are all out.
What's wrong with Luz?  She was there before.  Lizbeth is a hard worker..."

	"Yeah, well, I'm not used to..." Tony's voice trailed off.

	"Hey, if you don't want them, send them back -- I have other jobs..."

	"No, no..."

	"Okay.  Anything else?"

	"No..."

	"Great."  I hung up on him, grinning.  The worst thing he could do
was fire me...


	Three hours later Luz and Lizbeth came in, Lizbeth rocking her big
ass from side to side and making her big hooters swing.  She peeled two
hundred twenty-five dollars off the roll in her hand, grinning from ear to
ear.

	"So what happened?" I asked.

	"That needle-pricked white bastard started hitting on Luz and she
told him she'd just had a baby and was all stretched out of shape and sore
and shit, and I lit into him and axed him wasn't black pussy good enough?
An' he got all defensive, so I axed him if he'd ever HAD no black pussy an'
he said no, so I axed him how would he know unless he tried it?  So he starts
hemming and hawing an' I axed him if he liked hooters, an' he said he did, so
I fished one 'a mine out an' his eyes got all big an' I plugged it into his
mouth an' he went after it like a baby lookin' for milk!  After that...."
Lizbeth dusted her hands.  "Boy LOVES my melons!  He was ALL up in that shit!
Got him two pieces of black pussy an' some booty, too!  Then I got up an'
helped Luz finish cleanin' that stinkin' hole of his, nekkid.  You wait --
he'll be back..."

	"So you knocked down, what, three hundred?" I asked, grinning.

	"Sumpthin' like that."

	"Okay, on the books, I paid you your forty-five," I told her.  "I
don't know anything about the rest."

	"I'm likin' that mighty fine!" Lizbeth declared.  "G'night, Don!"

	"Good night, Lizbeth."  I shook my head, grinning, then turned to
Luz.  "You passed it up?"

	"Lizbeth needed the work, Boss.  I don't like Tony, anyway."

	"Hey, it's your call."

	Gladys laughed and laughed.


	Thursday morning, I had to sit for fifteen minutes while Tony went on
and on about Lizbeth's monster titties, black pussy in general, and Lizbeth's
in particular.  Well, it gave me a reason to sit around drinking coffee...
Black girls in the office weren't going to thank me -- but they wouldn't know
where Tony's sudden interest came from, anyway.  Lizbeth's 'tip' broke
through Celene's reserve and we were back to square one -- except Luz used
Milo and Manny for training dummies out of deference to Gladys and Carmen,
who both disapproved of anyone outside the family draining my balls.  Luz
still made a case for me fucking Celene and Lizbeth and Cindy and Jasmine,
and Gladys and Carmen reluctantly agreed, but it was left to me to make
demands, and I didn't.  Six women is a lot -- even if some of them weren't
being serviced on a regular basis.  Ten is just ridiculous.  Besides, fucking
Cindy, in particular, would have been a waste of time for both of us -- she
was seasoned and knew what was going on, but had no particular loyalty to me,
so it made no sense.


	Friday night, after everyone had been dispatched to card parties or
whatever, I got a phone call -- from Alonzo.  "I'm holding about thirty grand
in royalty checks for you guys," he announced.  "They distributed a more or
less commercial version of the video to their limited audience and they sold
like crazy, so they plan to kick out ten times as many for general
distribution -- and they want a director's cut -- or maybe director's UNcut
-- for a second limited distribution.  They're asking for interviews with the
cast -- and I think we can make them almost stand on their own if we do it
right..."

	"Evelyn is out," I told him.  "I could discuss this with Teddy, but
it would be a waste of time.  I'll call her and brief her and we can look at
this tomorrow or something."

	"I'd like to have that chick do the camera again," Mike related, over
speakerphone, apparently.  "In fact, I'd like for her to work for me, part
time.  Do you think she would?"

	"Well, she's got a young son, but we also have an au pair, so she
might have time for some daytime work.  You can ask."

	"One of the checks is for her, as videographer, so she should come,
anyway -- but if we do interviews, I need her on cam."

	"I'm sure that isn't a problem," I assured him.


	Evelyn was all for it -- and Teddy didn't get a vote.  The interview
with me went the way the original flick had gone -- faceless.  I was a voice
and a pair of hands while Mike did the interview.  I filmed him instead of
vice-versa.  "So you're Evelyn's pimp?"

	"I like to think of myself as her business manager," I related.  "I
don't handle my girls the way most pimps do.  But a cop would call me a
pimp."

	"How did you stumble onto Evelyn?"

	"I was supplying some girls for a party that Ted had Evelyn go to on
a bet.  She lost.  That put her on the table with the working girls," I
related.  "She decided the money was good and called me to file an
application.  I had her performance test on record, so it was a no-brainer."

	Alonzo was interviewing Evelyn, simultaneously, with Darla on camera.
"What was this bet all about?"

	"I wasn't putting out for Ted," Evelyn related.  "I was trying to be
a good girl, and it was easier to just not do anything and blame it on being
pregnant than it was to just do Teddy.  I'm a party girl, but I was trying to
break the habit.  This was Teddy's way of putting an end to it so he could
get laid."

	"There was more to it than that," I pulled things back to me.  "I
ended up kind of doing a psychobabble analysis on Ted and realized that he
was having a hard time with the responsibility -- he's not strong.  Part of
his problem was that he was pissed that he had all the shit unloaded on him,
but wasn't getting anything for it -- not that he was doing a good job..."

	Evelyn nodded.  "Teddy pushed me to take up hooking to spite him.
Once I did, then the heat was off, some, because he didn't have to do it all
-- I could bring in money, and I could make my own decisions and half of
his...  Things began to change.  Then you guys came along..."

	"Yeah," I interjected.  "It was a magic moment."

	"So," Alonzo resumed.  "You now control the man in your life."

	"No, I don't," Evelyn replied.  "Don is the man in my life.  Teddy is
a child."

	"You have a child by Ted," Alonzo pointed out.

	"That was before," Evelyn replied.  "Now, well, I can't really have
sex with Teddy, you know?  It would be like fucking a ten-year-old."

	"So who do you fuck?" Alonzo pressed.

	"Teddy, Honey, who do I fuck?" Evelyn turned to Ted.  "Go ahead, you
can tell the man.  Who is the man in my life?"

	Ted hung his head.  "Don is," he whispered.

	"What was that?" Alonzo pressed.

	"Don is."

	"Evelyn fucks Don?"

	"Yes."

	"Teddy, Honey, who did I tell you would be the daddy of my next
child?" Evelyn twisted the knife.

	"Don.  You said Don."

	"Thank you, Honey."  Evelyn turned to Alonzo, "Is that clear enough?"


	Forty-five minutes later, Ted was a basket case.  Alonzo would put
embarrassing footage up on the screen and ask, "What were you thinking when
this happened?" or "How did you feel about that?"  Teddy burst into tears
when Alonzo threw up the video of the moment when he ejaculated all over the
place with Alonzo's cock up his ass.  They ended up doing fresh video of
Teddy crawling into Lizbeth's lap for comfort and her feeding him a titty to
nurse on while Evelyn declaimed, "I really can't deal with it when he gets
like this -- he needs a mama.  I'm his mistress, not his mama."

	We sent Ted and Lizbeth out to the car.  Mike was gleeful.  "This
will sell another thousand copies -- just you wait!  I'll need to get a
release from Lizbeth -- we want that footage!"

	"You'll get one -- she likes money," I assured him.

	"This couldn't have been more perfect!" Mike crowed, adding, "Darla,
I REALLY want your help in putting this together -- can you hang out?"

	"I'm busy at six..." she ventured.

	"I'll bring you home in time, but I might want you tomorrow or
Monday," Mike promised.

	"Monday is better," I pointed out, "It's a down day."

	"No problem."

	Lizbeth was tickled pink to sign a contract.  The movie was declared
to be a business venture and we rolled the money into 401Ks and IRAs.  Evelyn
and Ted were out of debt, but I didn't know how long they would be a couple.
Darla worked intensively with Mike on the director's cut video and the
distributor loved it and promised another ten thousand in royalties on just
that, minimum.  Things were humming...


	I didn't see it coming.  One day, three months later, Darla came to
me and said, "Donnie?"

	"Yes, Hon?"

	"Mike, uh..."

	"... Needs you for another video?"  It had happened several times.

	"He just needs me."  Darla hung her head.

	"As in...?"

	"He wants to get married."

	"What do YOU want, Hon?" I asked, working to deal with the shock.

	"I wouldn't be asking..."  Her voice trailed off.  "You always said I
would find something else -- and maybe someone else.  Mike and his work..."

	"Then it's for the best, Sweetie.  You should do it," I insisted,
feeling like a father letting his daughter go.

	"Luz says..."

	"What does Luz say?"

	"She says you won't get rid of her that easily."  Darla grinned.

	"Good.  Manny would have a FIT!" I chuckled.  Manny won't marry Luz
-- he's just not the marrying kind -- but they have a relationship.  Luz
pulls her weight, anyway, being co-madam with Gladys.  I patted Darla's ass
and sent her on her way; Carmen still babysits regularly, and Darla still has
money in the company -- she's just not earning anything but dividends.

	 On the humorous side, Tony is a regular with Lizbeth.  I know she
cuts his rate, but that's her business.  She keeps his place clean enough --
and browbeats him into keeping it clean enough himself -- that we've dropped
the rate to the 'easy' rate instead of the 'hard' rate.  He pays fifty bucks
to me and whatever she's charging him and she usually spends the night.
Apparently, he can afford it.

	Gladys was pleased, more or less, about Darla; when Evelyn moved in
and got serious about sleeping with me, it made things too crowded.  I'm
trying to get used to having Teddy around, but it's a stretch; on the other
hand, he does a lot of babysitting and is anal about the schedule.  He's
sleeping downstairs somewhere, and makes the rounds of Carmen, Luz, Celene
and Lizbeth when he needs a mama; Evelyn won't sleep with him, although she
holds his feet to the fire for just about everything.  Still, the master
suite continues to be crowded... Yesterday at breakfast, Gladys made some
remark, and I replied, "Well, things will thin out some more when Carmen
finds a beau."

	Gladys smirked at me.  "I wouldn't hold my breath, Don."

	"It's gonna happen.  It'll just take time.  There's nothing much
holding any of you to me -- Carmen least of all," I declared.

	"Only love..."  Gladys caressed my cheek.  "Children, maybe."

	"What?  We don't have any kids!" I erupted.

	"That's what you think, Boss!" Luz cackled.  "Gladys missed two
periods!"

	"WHAT!"

	"I'm afraid you're gonna be a daddy," Gladys pretended regret.  "I'm
two and a half months along."

	"Jeezus!"

	"Oh, and about Carmen..." Gladys eyed me sidelong.

	"Yeah?"

	"She's pregnant."