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                                Chapter 8

      "Goddamnit Simon, what the fuck is eating you? Three months ago you
were the most popular stud in the state and I was having to turn away
business because you were too busy. Now I turn it away because you're not
performing." Sam leaned back in his desk chair, lighted a cigarette, and blew
the smoke out in a narrow jet. 
      "Sam, shit...look, I just haven't been up to par, splitting with Sue
really fucked me up. Hell, the last trick I turned was a total washout. I
couldn't even get a hard on. Since then I've been afraid to try." Simon
blurted all that out while looking out the window. He was terribly
embarassed. 
      "Why didn't you tell me that at the time? Crap! If that's it then you
just need your confidence back and we can arrange that."
      "I don't know about that." Simon was staring at his hands. "The thing
that always pulled me through was knowing that I could curl up with Sue
afterwards and she'd let me know that I wasn't just a toy or an object. I
used to think I did the same for her. Whenever I was with a trick, I'd think
abouther, fantasize, and then I could do anything. But without her to take
care of me, there's no point in fantasizing about her now, I'm just not able
to get interested in anybody else."
      "You've got it bad. What the hell makes you think that Sue is the
critical element? Shit, you were a grown man long before you met her and you
did all right then. Your problem is that you're in love and now you're
feeling guilty about all the things that you've done; with and without Sue.
There's nothing to feel guilty about anymore so knock off the crap and get
back to work. We've  got the party I'm throwing for the sailors tonight and
I'd advise you to get some of the action for yourself."
      Sam was talking about his irregularly scheduled wing ding that got
single sailors from the submarine base in for some relatively cheap pussy. It
was a good social service and introduced the bubbleheads to the right way of
finding broads. Later in their careers many of them became regular customers,
some even wound up earning a few bucks themselves. Sam would make sure the
parties were only attended by the young ones who were fresh out of boot camp
and probably hadn't had a piece of ass in months. The advertising and
marketing end of it worked out well even though the parties were always at a
loss. In a few years these kids would be wanting girls to show up for
divisional parties, bachelor parties, dolphin drinking ceremonies, and after
parties for chief's initiations. Sam had been the only pimp in the area to
realize the potential and had built up a significant portion of his business
that way. The parties were always staged at a motel near the base, always on
a slow night. Sam would rent a wing of the place so the party could go full
blast without disturbing the other guests. 
      Simon's job would be to ensure that the sailors stayed in the right
part of the hotel and didn't get too wild with the girls or property. Even
though the nominal charge of fifty dollars brought in six or seven thousand,
there were high expenses. Sam would hire a lot of amatuers from the local
colleges but even they cost a hundred for the evening. The regular girls got
three hundred. So with fifteen of each working the labor end was six grand
all by itself. Consequently, the cost of rooms, bribes, booze, damage, and
everything else would amount to a loss. A loss of nearly fifteen thousand was
typical. But Sam's accounting showed that parties that cost as much years
before had generated customers who would generally spend in the neighborhood
of two thousand a year on themselves and bring in other business worth as
much or more with their parties. There were even a few enterprising souls who
had there wives working for Sam for the household's second income. In fact,
about half of the customers were Navy, while almost half of the hookers were
Navy dependents. The girls worked their asses off during these parties, but
the regulars looked at it as community service and the college brats were
just hyper on the excitement of turning tricks. 
      Things started up around seven and from Simon's point of view it was
all going very smoothly. No drunks by ten, no fights, no arguments with the
girls. It was one of the least rowdy parties he'd covered. Simon was bored.
Most of the room doors stayed open, nobody was concerned about privacy so as
Simon strolled along he got to make a visual check on everyone. Two of the
rooms were being used for guys to wait to get a girl; most of the girls were
trying to at least double up, but that still meant that almost a hundred guys
were hanging our drinking and talking. Since they could go as many times as
they wanted, it meant that some of them were going from room to room, getting
some pussy here, ass there, blow job down the hall. Simon was conspicuous
being the only person on the floor with any clothes on. In his roaming Simon
looked in on Sue who was busy with three guys - she was fucking one doggy
style and the other two were in front of her and she was licking from one
dick to the other. Simon got a wistful feeling and moved on.
      Down the hall a very well hung black kid was showing off for his
buddies, jacking off and saying that he wasn't going to let the bitches get
the easy one. Simon watched until he came and had to admire the kid's
cocksureness.
      By eleven things were beginning to wind down, about half the kids had
left either drunk or satisfied and most of the others were just hanging out.
A few were still fucking but a lot more were just shooting the shit. The
college girls were pretty much played out an only five or six of the regulars
were still going strong. Sue and one of the other girls had put on a show for
a group of guys - they were eating each other out and letting the crowd
gather round to jack off on them.
      Suddenly there was a scream, shouts, and then all hell broke loose as
the place got flooded with cops and shore patrol. Somehow a jealous wife or
girlfriend had gotten wind of what was going on and had complained to the
base. She had also complained to the local newspaper and a whole cntingent of
photographers and reporters followed the cops and marines into the place. It
was a rout.
      Simon managed get several dozen of the kids out windows including some
of the college girls who were still around. The pros just lay back and took
it easy. Sue got busted while in the middle of dressing and they dragged her
away in nothing but a skirt and shoes. The newsmen went nuts taking pictures
of her since she didn't even try to cover herself. Simon later got copies and
he enlarged and framed one of Sue standing with a scowl on her face, one hand
on a hip, tits bare and shiny from all the cum smeared on them, flipping the
finger at the camera man. Simon got arrested too, he barely had time to call
Sam.
      Within hours everyone was bailed out. Sam even got the bail up for the
sailors adding to the overhead. Betty was up all night getting everything
straightened out. A few things helped. Sam had some goods on the base
commander and none of the sailors ever got military charges against them.
Similar pressure on a ranking police officer got most of the charges
dismissed at the next day's arraignment. Betty had gotten Simon out right
because she needed help keeping people under control. Sue and the rest of the
girls were next and Sam had sent limos down to spirit them away. As Sue
climbed in, Simon got the last glance he would have of her for several
months.
      Sue left town. Too much embarassment from having her picture in the
papers. Sam set her up to work in Atlantic City and even though Simon was
sure he'd never see her again, he didn't bother filing for divorce. Sam told
him about Sue leaving in one of the mop up meetings that he, Simon, and Betty
had over the following few days. All three of them were exhausted and a few
glasses of wine and the softness of Betty's couch got the best of Simon and
the next thing he knew was a vague feeling of being bundled up and moved
around. Sam and Betty had undressed him, stretched him out on the couch, and
covered him up with a blanket. Simon dozed in and out, catching bits and
pieces of the whispered conversation Sam and Betty were having. Then he
seemed cold but at the same time was experiencing an incredible dream. In his
sleep he had gotten aroused and started playing with himself. Both Sam and
Betty were interested in watching so they slipped the covers off. When Simon
rolled onto his side Sam got down on the floor and started to lick Simon's
cock, Betty pulled off her clothes first and then joined Sam in giving Simon
a gentle blow job so as not to awaken him.
      Simon woke up with a start to find himself in Betty's mouth and Sam
licking his balls. Betty looked up, smiled, and got up on top of Simon
pushing him over on his back. She lowered herself onto his cock and once she
was settled Simon felt Sam's mouth got back to work on his nuts. Betty was
fantastic. Her perfect body and the heat of her kisses along with the skill
of her pussy made Simon go crazy. Sam couldn't stay down there with all the
motion and he went to sit in a chair and masturbated while Simon and Betty
fucked for what he later said was almost two hours. The two of them went
through every position they knew and invented a few along the way. Finally
Simon exploded in Betty's ass and Sam, who had been conserving his own
ejaculation, moved over and released himself down Betty's back. A large drop
of his cum landed between her cheeks and dripped down onto Simon's cock which
gave Betty such a rush that she came with renewed vigor in a shattering anal
orgasm.
      Sam left shortly after that, leaving Betty and Simon to their own
devices which occupied them for the rest of the night. By the time Betty was
done with Simon he was ready for work again. All his confidence was back and
even her admission that she and Sam had discussed needing to do something
like that didn't make him balk. It was the sincerity of their caring that
made the difference. Simon still was in love with Sue, but he'd have to wait
for her to be ready to believe that he wanted her back. Sam promised to help
if he could, but in the meantime, Sue would be most convinced and happier if
she found out that Simon was back to normal and they could once again relate
as peers. Long talks had pretty much convinced Simon that Sue thought that he
had only stayed with her after the rape out of a sense of pity and didn't
really desire her anymore. Sam had said that part of what she was now doing
was proving to herself that she was good enough for Simon. it was pretty
confusing but Simon had to take Sam's word for it that she needed it that
way.  
      Simon followed Sam's lead and by the end of the month was once again
living up to his reputation. He managed to find a certain amount of emotional
release with some of his female customers who were into submission. Added to
the normal role playing of sadist or rapist, Simon would force those women to
listen while he graphically described how much better Sue was. He would even
show them pictures of Sue and him culled from all the setups they had
arranged. Those particular customers loved the variation and it actually
enhanced his reputation with many since all women view a man in ove to be the
ultimate challange in bed. 
      One woman, Joann, in particular was very interested in what Simon had
to say about Sue. She was very taken with Simon and even thought she might be
in love with him. But she also knew that her husband was deeply in love with
her while Simon was very much in love with Sue. To her, the ultimate fantasy
was to have her husband catch her with Simon in such a way that he could hear
Simon talking about Sue while she was herself proclaiming her love for him.
Simon found a way to do that and the result was his first porno video. 
      The two of them made the whole script up. Not only did the action
include them but a scene of Simon with another girl describing how ridiculous
it was to have Joann in love with him, and two scenes of Joann, one with
another man, another with the same girl, telling them about Simon and her
husband all while in the middle of some very kinky sex. It made a good half
hour video and Joann gave it to her husband for their tenth anniversary.
Joann paid for all the equipment and processing and the camera man and she
signed over all rights to Simon for reproduction and sale. That launched
Simon in the business.
      Joann had enough money to afford Simon almost exclusively for several
months. Anything he could think up she was game for. After the video was done
they made a practice out of fucking in front of her husband and he'd pay
Simon for the trick. It was Simon who gave her the idea of fucking his
business friends in front of him and she took off on that tangent for several
weeks. She had in the meantime taken a real thrill out of sucking Simon's
cock in front of anyone she could find to watch. Once while in front of her
husband they had the following exchange.
      "You know, as good as you're getting at that, you ought to thnk about
becoming a professional."
      Joann gave him a questioning glance without releasing his pecker. 
      "You could make a bundle turning tricks and making movies. You've got
the looks and skills, and you can afford to pick and chose since he's paying
the bills anyhow."
      Joann pulled her mouth away. "You're kidding. I'm not that good at
this, I can't even force you to cum."
      "Neither could Sue. You could probably make anybody else cum without a
problem."
      Joann raised up and straddled Simon, lowered herself onto his shaft.
"But I'm not that good a fuck." She tensed her pussy muscles.
      "Tricks like that prove otherwise. And I've seen what you can do with
a cock up your ass; the bigger the better. And you eat pussy almost as well
as I do."
      "But where would I work?"
      "Why not right here? This would make a great whorehouse, we could have
a few other girls work here too so that you didn't have to handle
everything."
      "You want to compete with Sam?"
      "No. Sam would run this as a sideline."
      "I dunno, sounds interesting, but maybe I should experiment with it
first."
      "How's that?"
      Joann looked over her shoulder at her husband. "Well, maybe I should
try walking Bank Street a few nights just to see if I like it. I really think
I should have an appreciation for that side of the business rather than try
to put on airs and become some kind of high class call girl."
      "OK. Let's do it."
      After they were done fucking, Joann got dressed up in a short, short
skirt, garter and hose, low cut blouse, and spiked heels. Taking her husband
with them they went off to the dingiest bars in New London where Joann
managed to pull eight tricks in just over two hours. All but one were blow
jobs; the last was a fuck with her bent over the hood of a sports car, She
only took five dollars from each customer. One sailor complimented her
husband on her abilities. After that night Sam hired her on and she became a
specialist at gang bangs.
      The only time her husband got really upset with her was when she posed
giving head to a pony. He thought it was too dangerous even though he later
enjoyed her acting it out with him taking the part of the horse. Otherwise he
never complained or interfered with Joann's sex habits and seemed to handle
the whole thing very well. Joann always maintained that he was good in bed,
large enough cock, plenty of endurance, and knew what to do with her. But he
also understood that she needed a lot of men for some reason and allowed her
to have them, preferring to watch and make sure she was all right.

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