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                                Chapter 2
      Simon Beach had enough of rules, regulations, orders, and all the
chicken shit that went with having spent six years in the Rangers. It was all
a pain in the ass and even though he stayed in the reserves, where he figured
that he'd be more or less safe for a couple of hundred a month, he had no
intention of letting the rest of his life get caught up in blue or even white
collar bull. So when he got home to New London at the age of 25, he stolidly
collected unemployment and looked around for something challenging to do. The
usual local jobs at General Dynamics or the chemical plant were out, and
doing some kind of stuff at the Navy base was beyond question. So it was no
surprise to him that, toward the end of the six months he could collect, he
wound up in trouble. Typically, he was hammered out of his skull, trying to
pick up some woman who seemed willing. Her boyfriend had other ideas though,
so he cracked the boyfriend's head and got carried away to be a guest of the
local government for a night. Waking up in New London County jail wasn't the
most pleasant of experiences. Doing so with a hangover to find a crowd of
blacks making ungodly racket just made it worse. The fact that they seemed to
be beating someone up was of no great significance to Simon; it was the
noise. Training took over and Simon made some enemies, got some respect, and
rescued a little, white kid as sort of a bonus to getting the creeps to
settle down. Simon groaned his way back to the bench he had claimed as his
own and settled down with his head in his hands. The kid joined him.
      "I'm Sam Goodwin, thank you for helping me, I thought they were really
going to fuck me up." He extended his hand.
      "Simon," He looked the kid over, nice clothes, musical voice, a little
delicate. Probably not a kid, just looked young. "You a fag?"
      "Would that bother you?" Sam reddened slightly.
      "Naw, I'm in here for public butt fucking myself, I'm very tolerant."
Simon struck a match with a thumbnail and lighted a cigarette.
      "Not entirely, I'm bi, but I do prefer men most of the time, and that's
good in my business since I don't wind up wasting the efforts of my
employees."
      Simon considered that for a few moments and decided he didn't have the
mental apparatus to figure it out. "Huh?"
      "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in here for procurement." He accepted Simon's offer
of a light. "The big one over there that you threw in the toilet is one of my
competitors. He was thinking of working me over to get me out of the
business, pretty dumb, my girls are not at all in the same league as the
sluts he has giving blowjobs in alleys."
      "Hamm..."
      "What's your story."
      Simon shrugged and gave him a thumbnail sketch. He put heavy emphasis
on the events of that evening as he still wasn't used to the injustice of it.
Sam listened patiently, asking a few pointed questions, and when Simon was
done he offered him a job. 
      "Doin' what?"
      "Protecting me and my girls. You've obviously got the talents and
skills for it and things are getting rougher in this trade with the expansion
of the town and industry. I don't need that much protection for myself -
being in here tonight is more for harassment's sake than anything else, and
those guys over there aren't likely to bother me at home. But the girls can
get into messy situations that I'd like to have covered. You wouldn't be the
only 'bodyguard' I've got. It's a typical business expense."
      Simon was starting to feel human again and what was being offered
sounded good, but he was suspicious. "What do I have to do with you? I mean
personally?" Might as well get it out in the open if it was going to be that
way.
      Sam looked thoughtful for a few seconds, knitted his brows, and then
his face lighted up with a big smile. He laughed, "Simon, you're a big, sexy
hunk, but I wasn't including anything sexual for me in the bargain. Not that
I'd refuse, but that isn't necessarily good business. You won't even get any
of my girls for free. I would deduct a fair price from your retainer, less
than the going rate of course, but you're under no obligation to engage in
sex on the job or as a condition of employment. Unless you consider watching
to be the same as engaging."
      Simon shook his head. "Just what are we talking about in terms of money
here?"
      "One hundred a night, a bonus whenever you do have to use muscle, all
medical and expenses of the job. All under the table, naturally," Sam ticked
off each item on a finger then returned to his thumb, "and discounts on the
product when off the job, as I said before."
      "Let me think it over when I've sobered up some. You got a phone number
or something?"
      "Tell you what - your bail shouldn't be very much - when my lawyer gets
here we'll get you out and we'll talk some more over breakfast." Sam was
sizing Simon up. After all, some romance with this guy would be fun if it
ever came about and the way to a man's heart (and things considerably lower
on the anatomy) was through his stomach. Just getting Simon comfortable with
his company would be a good start. In the meantime, having protection for the
girls enhanced would be quite enough.
      Simon thought over the state of his finances and decided that the risk
of being pawed was worth the chow and bail money. He wasn't too concerned
about his virtue - switch hitting had been almost obligatory in the seventies
and even though men never turned him on he'd managed to learn how to give a
creditable blow job. He figured that since it hadn't messed up his head or
turned him off of girls that it couldn't be dangerous. Besides, there wasn't
much chance of doing something like that over breakfast.
      "OK. It's obvious I need the help."
      "Good enough. My lawyer ought to be around any time now. Once I see
her, I'll have her post your bail and we'll wait for you out front."
      It was only minutes later that the warder came for Sam. As he left, a
lot of grumbling from the other side of the cooler had to be silenced by
Simon's waggled finger.
      Twenty minutes later, Simon was being shown the door himself, armed
with his personal possessions and a form telling him how much trouble he was
in and when to show up to face the charges.  Reaching the parking lot, he
spotted a late model Volvo and saw Sam wave to him from the passenger seat
behind Sam.  Looking up, he saw the most startlingly gorgeous woman he had
seen in at least ten hours.  She had that well-groomed look of a well-bred
woman, though she was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.  From his angle,
Simon could see that she did things for the sweatshirt that hadn't been the
intent of the designer, but would cause them to sell like wildfire if she
were in their ads.  Being barely human, Simon was fuzzy on the introduction,
but he caught on that the curves, medium blonde hair, and deep blue eyes
belonged to Betty.  She let the clutch out and they were on their way.
      Between the police station and sopping up the last of his egg yolk with
toast, Simon learned that Betty had worked her way through law school as one
of Sam's girls and, once she had put out her shingle, had become his
permanently retained attorney.  Along with that, she had managed some good
practice suing insurance companies and was doing very well.  During the meal,
Sam had made a phone call and, when they walked out of the pancake house, he
directed Simon to get a ride from Betty as he climbed into a waiting Lincoln.
      Betty drove Simon to his parents' house in Mystic, making small talk
along the way.  Before he got out of the car, she handed him a card.
      "Sam told me about his offer.  Answer through me - either call or drop
in if you're near the office once you've made your decision."  She patted his
knee in a not motherly but not overly suggestive fashion.  "He's good people
to work for."  Simon crawled out and stood in the street, gazing after her
until she turned the corner.  He was very thoughtful.
      He remained thoughtful through the hassles of dealing with Mon,
recovering his car, and an abortive attempt at a date with an old girlfriend. 
He even remained thoughtful in his sleep.  The next morning, he picked up the
phone and dialed Betty's number.  She was in court, so he left a message that
his answer was yes, and that he'd be near the phone all day for a return
call.  He spent the rest of the morning figuring out his meager finances and
decided that he'd be able to manage an apartment now that he had an income. 
A few phone calls had him set up to look at a few places ranging from Groton
to Old Saybrook the next day.  Just before noon, Betty called, and by eight
that night, Simon was working.
      Sam ran most of the business from a motel in East Lyme, right on the
interstate.  One of the billboards for the place included the phrase "Easy
on, easy off" - and that had become the nickname of Sam's business.  All of
the girls worked out of the hotel and its bar, only the really good ones went
out as call girls.  Simon was needed mainly to roam the halls, keep track of
which girl was in which room, and keep an ear open for trouble.  He learned
immediately that there was more going on than mere fucking.  virtually all
the johns wanted something extra that they couldn't get at home, and that
usually consisted of having another girl or another man.  Mainly, they wanted
an audience.  So that first night, Simon saw several of the girls in ones or
twos service their customers.  All in all, it was fairly relaxing and fun,
and Sam gave him a girl that night as a starting work bonus.  It was just as
well, since Simon was as horny as he'd ever been.
      Lisa was a specialist.  She got most of the clients who were into anal
sex - that paid a premium that she was willing to earn, although Sam rationed
her so that she wouldn't develop medical problems from the usage.  Sam
introduced them as business was winding down at three in the morning, and
left them in the bar to their own devices.
      "I liked the way you handled yourself when I was with that truck
driver.  You were very encouraging to him, and that got him out of there
faster."
      "Thanks.  The only thing I wanted to make sure of was that you could
handle the slapping around and didn't need to be rescued.  He got the idea to
cool it just by me coming in and since that was obvious, I didn't see any
reason why he shouldn't get what he'd paid for."
      "C'mon, let's go find a room."
      Shortly after they were naked and in bed and Simon was vigorously
licking Lisa's pussy and clit.
      "Yum, you're pretty good at that, most men aren't...girls are usually
better."
      Simon brought her to orgasm quickly and then crawled up to enter her.
He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips and used his hand to
vibrate it. Then he made circles around her clit before forcing himself into
her.
      "Jesus! Christ you're big...o-o-o...."
      Simon wasted no time with gentleness, he began to fuck her as hard and
fast as he could. For Simon that could go on for several hours, he had
learned a lot during his tour in Vietnam and adding to that a natural
endurance made it nearly impossible for him to cum without willing himself
to. He shifted her body so that the top of his cock would glide in a straight
path toward her g-spot, but then stop short without actually touching it.
That caused Lisa to involuntarily grip making her uterus ride up so that the
head of Simon's cock slipped under it. That applied the pressure directly to
the ultra sensitive front pussy wall giving her a dazzling experience. Within
a few minutes Lisa was half crazy with pleasure and began to beg; that's when
Simon stopped moving.
      "Ah-h-h-h...you bastard, oh my god, oh my god, shit...fuck me, oh my
god..Simon, you asshole! Fuck me!"
      "No." He looked straight into her eyes. "You don't even like this. Why
should I do all the work? Who ever heard of a whore cumming anyhow? It's not
like you don't have a cock in you all day or something that you'd actually be
horny."
      "You son of a bitch! Just fuck me, don't stop!" Lisa dug her
fingernails into Simon's ass and tried to pull him into her but she wasn't
strong enough. 
      "If you want me to fuck you so bad why don't you just cum right now?
That might convince me that you really want this. Just think about having my
cock all the way back inside of you, pounding away, stretching your
pussy...that ought to be enough to make you cum. Huh?"
      "Shit, I am...oh my god, how did you do that? My god I'm cumming...."
Lisa lost all control and her orgasm washed like waves through her body.
Simon could feel the rippling of her muscles and as her spasms churned up
through her cunt he thrust into her as deeply as he could. Lisa fainted.
      She was only out for a few minutes. Simon had just lighted a cigarette
when she rolled against him shivering. She looked up at the clock and then at
Simon's still hard pecker. 
      "Don't you get enough, we've been at this for over an hour, aren't you
ready to cum?"
      Simon laughed lightly, stubbed out his smoke, and rolled her onto her
belly and pulled her up to her knees pulling her ass onto his cock slowly and
smoothly while reaching around to squeeze her tits. 
      "I never get enough fucking. Do you want me to cum in your ass or save
it and cum in your mouth?"
      "Baby, cum in my ass and then let me suck your cock empty and lick it
clean, o-o-o, careful, I don't think I can take all of you."
      "I thought this was your specialty."
      "Yeah, but most guys who do it have smaller cocks, I need to stretch
for you."
      "What would you need to do for me to butt fuck you right off the bat
and sink all the way in?"
      "I'd probably need to have at least a couple of other guys first, get
me wet and ready, Christ, you're thick. I think you can go a little faster
and deeper if you want now. Yeah, stay right there a second, I like the way
it feels to have your balls against my pussy." Lisa began to move back and
forth on Simon's cock and as she did he met her thrusts with ones of his own
until he was fucking her ass as hard and fast as he had her pussy. He started
to spank her in time with his strokes and that made her rock back and forth
violently and her ass cheeks turned pink to red. Then he leaned over and
pulled one of her tits around to bite the nipple almost to the point of
drawing blood; at the same time he took her hair in his hand and pulled her
straight up and then down again. Letting go of her tit he pushed her up and
down, spanking her as she was on all fours and mauling her tits when she was
upright. Watching in the mirror he took in the lovely sight of her tits
bouncing as he slapped them and as he felt her start to cum he allowed
himself to. The sensation of his cum jetting into her asshole was all it took
to send her over the edge; pushing her down on all fours again, pulled his
cock out of her ass and rammed it into her pussy as the second jet was
spurting out of his cockhead. Fucking her deeply he finished his ejaculation
and then pushed her off his dick while remaining on his knees. Lisa turned
around and took his dripping cock into her mouth living up to her promise.
      Lisa finally pulled away exhausted. Nobody had ever fucked her so long
and hard and made her cum so many times. While trying to catch her breath she
counted up at least a dozen orgasms including one while she was sucking his
cock. After being a whore for almost five years she thought she had felt
everything a man could do. She glanced over; Simon's cock was still hard and
what he was doing to her nipples was making her want more. This time they
made love slowly and very gently. Lisa drifted into a state that was almost
dreamlike between sleep and sexual excitement at last falling asleep as she
felt Simon cum deep inside her, the last thought in her mind was that she
couldn't wait to tell the other girls about this.

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