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                                Chapter 3

      The next few months went by quickly for Simon. The work was just as
predicted by Sam. Generally boring; having to listen in on other people fuck,
as happened about half the time, got dull. There were a few times when his
retainer paid for itself, mainly the idea was to go in and protect the girl
from harm and not beat up the customer. Sometimes they just freaked out but
there was no intention of losing the business. On several occasions Simon had
gone in, settled things down, and then departed to leave the girl to finish
her business. It was a basic break-even that had to be considered. Johns
couldn't get away with damaging the girls because losing a girl to the trade
meant losing some of her regular customers. Paying medical expenses could
quickly eat up the profits on a girl too. But losing a customer to rough
treatment could be just as bad so Simon acted as a firm but gentle influence
to straighten them out. Most of the time that worked with just his presence
being made known. The only troubles really came when several egged each other
on. Simon could easily out fight a half dozen half-smashed business men so he
never got hurt and the girls rarely did.
      The girls liked him around, they felt safer and after work he was
somebody to talk to along with a man who knew how to make them feel good
about themselves after a night of selling their bodies. Simon was so good
with the girls that Sam stopped charging his pay for getting laid. It was
well worth it in the attitude improvements; somehow Simon made the girls all
feel good about being whores. In the meantime, Simon was also doing odd jobs
for others; one was a break in to obtain evidence for Betty, and here and
there Simon did a convincing and effective roughing up of people delinquent
in debts. He avoided any specific 'mob' work preferring to remain totally
independent and Sam supported him in that. Simon became well known in the
areas around Old Lyme and Saybrook as someone who could help when all other
avenues had failed. Sam didn't want to lose Simon's energies to other
activities though but the only way to keep Simon fully occupied would be to
give him more to do. After talking at length with all of his girls, one at a
time and in groups, he came to the conclusion that he needed Simon to get
interested in turning tricks himself. It would be a delicate situation and
better to let Simon get into it by offering the work with very demanding
aspects. 
      "I've got a slightly freaky customer who wants something special that
I've never really catered to before."
      Simon eyed him over his glass with his best 'oh yeah?' sneer.
      Sam shook his head. "Don't jump to conclusions, it's nothing queer,
just out of the ordinary, and I'm only bringing it up to yu because of
special circumstances."
      Simon leaned back, arched an eyebrow and said, "OK, shoot."
      "I have a john who wants to be beaten up...beaten up under special
conditions. And it's more than just a freak out thing otherwise I'd have
somebody just take a tire tool to him. What he wants is to have the illusion
of getting caught fucking somebody else's wife, have the husband show up,
slap them both around, rape the girl, and shove him out the door."
      Simon mulled it over for a few minutes while Sam puffed a cigarette
nervously.
      "You want me to beat this guy up and fuck the girl in front of
him...all while keeping a straight face...give him the boot and go my merry
way?"
      "You've got it. Except you can't be too rough, nothing that he'd have
to explain to a doctor or his wife."
      "He's paying for this?"
      "Top rate. Your cut is five hundred."
      "Shit."
      "There's one catch...he's a U. S. Attourney and I want pictures and
tapes of the whole scene. One day he may be a D.A. or a judge and I may need
his influence, ya know what I mean?"
      "Sam you're an evil and underhanded son of a bitch."
      "Thank you. The girl isn't going to know what's going on. This guy
insists that she be surprised. She'll get a hefty bonus."
      "This is pretty off the wall. I don't make a habit out of fucking in
front of other people or rape and you want me to do it while on camera too."
      "You can pull it off. The girls have told me a lot about you. You'll be
convincing and the girl will no doubt suit you; she's quite pretty."
      "Why me, why now?"
      "To be frank, I don't want to lose you to other crime...I need you to
keep the security going for my girls, and your interests are getting more and
more into other areas. So I'm offering you a chance to make what you do for
me more exciting."
      "Yeah?"
      "The potential you have for income by getting more involved in the
trade is enormous. The is more to it than just people fucking; sometimes
there's fucking for very specific business reasons and I supply the flesh for
that. But to cover those kinds of jobs I need more than just a tough guy; I
need someone who's saavy in getting evidence too. I'm really talking
blackmail here. In order to survive, for anyone to survive on this side of
the law, information is necessary. Not always to be used, but to be held in
reserve in case it's needed. You figure in because you've got the skills and
motiviation."
      "What skills?"
      "Don't be niave, Simon. You were in a recon unit in the Army. I managed
to get a copy of yur service record," Sam nodded in response to Simon's
raised eyebrows, "phone tapping, lock picking, photography, and several dozen
other specialties are at you finger tips. By the way, the curiousity of the
police had to be stiffled; I paid for that - otherwise you might have found
yourself under a lot of investigation. Law enforcement types don't take kinly
to having a loose cannon like you roaming the streets unoccupied."
      "And you want me to put those talents to work for you. I can understand
that."
      "Not only do I want you to participate but to handle all the chores of
bugging rooms and phones, filming special clients, and even artistic
direction. Afterall, I wouldn't want shoddy workmanship."
      "Have you done this before?"
      "To a lesser extent. Now is the time for me to start building up a
portfolio of frightened men and women. Eventually I may need them. Hopefully,
I won't. I won't use the information and evidence I have gratuitiously,
there's no real profit in black mail, at least not compared to prostitution
on my scale. But rather than go to jail, or see you or someone like Betty in
trouble, I can make a simple swap of photos and tapes for freedom.
      "I see the point. OK. I'll set up the room. I can't guarantee my sexual
interest, but I can probably fake things if that's a problem. It seems to me
that intimidation is more what's called for here anyhow."
      "Pretty much. But the girl in question won't have any problem arousing
you. And the kinkiness ought to make it fun too. You'll be playing it by ear
so just do what you want as long as you're convincing."
      "All while Candid Camera is running."
      Simon had the room set up the next day. Sam already had a good stock in
equipment; Simon only had to do some wiring and focusing of hidden cameras.
Sam would be activating the shutters from a vantage point behind a two way
mirror in an adjoining room.
      Simon waited in his car for Sam to give him the high sign to go in.
When he got the wave he steeled himself and then went in. Bursting through
the door he was taken aback almost immediately. The words, looks, and actions
of the two player was one thing; the setup was pretty amazing. Before him was
arrayed a girl dressed, partially, as a Southern belle with a huge black man
between her naked legs. The man's hands were manacled to a chain around his
waist and another chain led from there to the leg of a dresser. 
      "Fuck me harder slave boy." Were the words coming out of her mouth as
Simon came in. Then from under turned up petticoats she said, "What the hell
is that noise nigger?"
      The black man looked at Simon, very guiltily, and started backing off
the bed. As he moved his penis came out of her and he tried to cover himself
with his hands being hampered by both the manacles and the size of his cock.
"No massa, I din wanna, but missy tol' me to do what she says..."
      Simon had always prided himself on quick thinking, but this was taking
it to the limit already. "What the hell is going on around here?" Simon
fetched the guy a ringing blow to the side of the head, knocking him off the
bed.
      The girl was struggling to get the best of her clothes and finally sat
up to give Simon the nastiest glare he'd ever seen. She gathered herself for
what he thought was going to be a scream and he coldly interupted her. "You
fucking bitch, I can't even go into town without you taking advantage of my
absence to use the niggers. You slut, you could damage this boy and then I'd
be out my prize stud."
      She looked from Simon to the john, who was cowering against the dresser
still trying to cover his dick, and back again. The intelligence was going to
work in her eyes.
      "Well maybe," she drawled, "if you spent more time taking care of me
and less time with your nigger sluts in the fields, then I wouldn't fell I
had to find my pleasure where I could."
      Simon pushed her back on the bed and slapped her thighs apart. "I'll
give you a fucking bitch!" He opened his pants and pulled out his cock,
surprised himself that he was hard and ready, and entered her fully without
any attempt at gentleness. She was already wet and open so getting in wasn't
difficult. As he fucked her he called her names, made accusations, and
slapped her. She added in her own insults and started comparing him to other
men in the most rude manner. Simon could see the john playing with himself
and her gaze followed his.
      "See how much bigger he is, no wonder you leave me yearning."
      "So you want that nigger dick?"
      "Constantly! Don't you want me to have it? I can show you how I take
care of a real man."
      "Fine! Boy, come here!" The john shambled over looking abashed, a look
belied by his huge erection. "Give it to her boy! Right in the mouth. That's
it, force it in!"
      The john put his cock up to her mouth which opened eagerly and engulfed
nearly half his length. As she sucked he continued to stroke himself and
within minutes he came with an explosion that almost choked her. She couldn't
keep all his cum in her mouth and it spurted out between her lips and his
cock. And just like that it was over with.
      The girl pushed Simon away and went into the bathroom, the john rapidly
dressed (Simon had missed how he got out of the chains) and as he was
reaching into his pocket the girl came out again, dressed more conventionally
in jeans. The john pulled out two fifties and left them on the dresser with
a mumble of thanks and then let himself out.
      She looked Simon up and down. "I'm Sue. I guess you work for Sam so one
of those is yours."
      "Simon. Yeah, sorry about the surprise."
      "That's OK. Things like that are part of the business, I'm sure Sam had
his reasons for not telling me."
      "I hope I didn't hurt you or anything."
      She looked him over with an appraising eye, softer than her first look
had been. "After having that thing in me it'd be hard to be hurt by anything
smaller than a truck." She smiled and kissed him lightly. "Besides, you made
me cum."
      "Huh?" Simon was in another one of his brilliant moods.
      "Ya know, big o, bingo, o-r-g-a-s-m."
      Simon looked at her blankly.
      "Well, not much for conversation are you? How about buying me some
coffee then? That's the least you can do for a girl you've just fucked while
making her suck a cock. By the way, if you can eat pussy as well as you fuck
then you'll go far in this business. That's a hell of a nice pecker you've
got."
      Ten minutes later they were in a booth at the East Lyme Howard
Johnson's. Simon was beginning to get his cool back and while he did so he
examined her very closely. She had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever
seen. Tall, brunette, big brown eyes, long legs, lips that could melt ice, a
nice smooth tan that had no swimsuit lines, and a slender build without being
scrawny. Because of the petticoats he didn't know how her tits looked, but
the T shirt without bra gave him a fair idea. He knew what her legs, ass, and
pussy looked like and remembered the firmness of her limbs. Her nipples
hardened under his gaze and he brought himself out the trance to look up into
her amused eyes.
      They talked for several hours. Exchanged histories.
      "So I'm finishing up school to get Mom off my back, but I really enjoy
what I'm doing. I'm making a load of money for having the time of my life. I
can't understand why men would pay me for fucking when I'd be willing to do
it for free anytime. But as long as they do, I'm willing to take the money
and run."
      Sue said that as Simon let her into her car. She leaned out and gave
him a kiss then drove off. 
      Dreams that night woke Simon up. He found himself very aroused and
stroking his cock. As his hand moved up and down the shaft he thought of Sue.
He sniffed his fingers and could still catch a trace of her pussy juices.
That made his dick even harder and using some spit for lubrication he started
stroking with a will. He squeezed his balls with his other hand and
visualized Sue sucking that big cock while he was hammering away at her
pussy. He jacked off faster and harder and as he envisioned the black's cum
spurting out of her mouth he let go with a load of cum that shot up into his
face, chest, and arms. The balance of his cum poured out and ran down over
his hand, penis, and testicles. He rubbed it into his skin and as he fell
asleep he thought of her kiss.

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