I Want Her to Know What Love Is C19

In this chapter, Rooster punishes Sonia, learns more listening devices were installed at Maya's, his company, and his own home. He begins counter surveillance on Greg. Additionally, Larry, the engineer who got blow jobs from Sonia, finds out someone wants to blackmail him into installing more bugs. This chapter contains oral sex, lesbian sex, sex toys, interracial sex, and mild cuckolding. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. This is copyrighted intellectual property. Do not alter, edit, copy or publish this work in any formats, both written and aural without the express written permission of the author. © Copyright 2025

I Want Her To Know What Love Is, Ch 19

More Problems

On Sunday morning, I worked out with my two honeys, plus Ann and Benson. Forget about exercising in the nude. We had snow flurries, but not bad enough not to be able to throw the football with Tuffy and Scout after making sure their homework was done. After supper, we enjoyed a movie together in the entertainment room. It was nice to have a sweetie on both sides of me. We watched National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, which had a little something for everyone in the way of humor.

Sunday evening, Sandy stopped by on her way home. I gave her the remaining Slave Trainer, told her what it was for and how to operate it. I told her to practice using it with Maya and herself and give me feedback in a week. I told her how I'd used it on Sonia and Bobbi.

"What did they think?"

"That it was defective, but it was actually working exactly the way it was supposed to."

"You mean that if I tie Maya down to the bed and put this on her, it's going to tease her relentlessly, but not let her cum?"

"That's exactly right."

"Oh, fuck! Yeah, both of us are going to have to try this out. Maybe one night after the kids are in bed. Of course, Maya has to try it first. I won't tell her how it works."

"Be nice to my sister."

"I'm always nice to her. Doesn't mean I won't play with her though."

I laughed and gave her a hug.

Hmm, that did give me an idea though. Maybe I needed to stop at an adult toy store on Monday.

Monday, I went to the office and gave my report on the Slave Trainer to Bruce in addition to a couple of other ideas that had been floating around in my head, one having to do with anti-missile guidance systems, and one having to do with car control systems.

"The Slave Trainer does exactly what it's supposed to do. Since my two beta testers didn't know what that was, it left them pretty frustrated, but it works perfectly. They both squirted when I let them cum."

"That's good news."

"I don't know if everyone would, but it's certainly a possibility if the build-up is long enough."

"I'll let the company know."

"Are they going to work on a male version?"

"They're looking into the market. It won't be as big, so that's a consideration."

"Let me know."

"Will you test it?"

"I don't know. I suppose turnabout is fair play. Yeah, I'd probably let the ladies play a little."

I stopped off at the lawyer's to see how he was progressing with the documents to adopt all three kids and protect Bobbi in our relationship. It seemed that all of the paperwork was done except for the signatures. I told him to send any paperwork related to Bobbi to Dan Senior for his attorney to examine it. I called and let Dan know it was coming, and not to delay too long looking it over. He could send it back to the lawyers with any changes he thought were appropriate, and my lawyer would let me know.

"Carole told us what you're doing for her," Dan said.

"Do you disagree with what I'm doing?"

"Not at all. It's quite creative."

"Gordie raised a stink when he figured it out, but I told him as long as he remains faithful, there wouldn't be any problems."

"The only problem I have is you taking away my bookkeeper/office manager. She's the best one I've had."

"I told Bobbi she could do what she wanted. It's her choice. I'm not making her quit."

"I know."

"Did she talk to you about looking after the kids while we're on our honeymoon?"

"She did. You really don't mind us staying at your place while you're gone?"

"You're going to be family, Dan. Just make sure nobody drowns. That's the main thing I worry about. You can keep the pool room locked unless you open it. That way, no one can get in without your knowledge. I'll show you where everything is before the wedding."

"Thanks, Rooster."

"You're welcome, thank you. Give Bobbi a hug for me."

"I will."

I made that stop at the toy store on the way home and found exactly what I was looking for. At least I wouldn't be ruining any more of my nice ties.

Sonia was helping prepare dinner when I got home. The kids weren't back from school yet.

"Have you been a good girl today?" I asked Sonia.

"Oh, no, Daddy. I've been a naughty, naughty girl." She immediately got into character. It was so endearing.

"What have you done that was so naughty?" I was intrigued.

"Benson and mother went to dance class today, and I should have picked up the house while they were gone, but I didn't. I just stayed in bed like a lazy slug until they got home."

"Really?"

"Yes, Daddy. Are you going to punish me?"

Benson and Ann were smiling at our interplay.

"I think I must. I stopped at the toy store on my way home and bought a couple of new toys."

"May I see your new toys, Daddy?"

"If you're going to be punished, you'll see them all."

"Please punish me, Daddy."

"Go upstairs and empty your bladder because I'm going to tie you down, and I don't want any accidents, then take off all your clothes and wait for me on the bed, face up."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Now, or your punishment will be worse."

"Yes, sir."

Sonia scampered off. Her butt was wiggling from side to side as she disappeared around the corner.

"Don't set a place for either Bobbi or Sonia tonight. They'll be dining upstairs," I said.

"What are you going to do?" Ann asked.

"Not what Sonia expects, which is probably a mild spanking. This will be different."

They both smiled.

I gave Sonia about ten minutes to get ready, then went up to my room where she was lying on the bed waiting, her arms and legs spread.

Digging into my bag of purchases, I got the nylon tie downs I'd purchased at the adult store. I fastened them to the bed, then around Sonia's arms and legs using velcro, so she was spread-eagled and completely helpless. I showed her the whip and paddle I purchased at the same time.

"Are you going to whip me, Daddy?" Sonia asked in her little girl voice.

"Eventually. It won't be for awhile," I said. "First things first." I took out the Slave Trainer. "We didn't test out the full battery life the last time you tried this. I want to know how long the batteries last."

"Please, Daddy, not that."

"Who's in charge?"

"You are Daddy. Can't you spank me instead?"

"I think you like spankings far too much for them to be an effective punishment for a naughty girl who stayed in bed all morning. I think this is appropriate."

Of course, Sonia couldn't do anything to keep me from putting it on her since she was securely fastened to the bed. I used lube on the appendages and put them in the proper holes. She moaned when I turned it on.

"You're going to stay like this until the batteries die. Bobbi will feed you, so you don't miss supper. Have fun. I'll talk to you later. Let's see, unit on at 3:55 PM."

I left the room. The kids got home from school, and I helped them with their homework right away after they changed clothes.

"Where's Mom?" Tommy asked.

"She's testing out a new piece of equipment in my bedroom. Don't disturb her. Ask Ann or me if you need anything."

"Okay."

Bobbi got home around 5:30 with Jeremy. I gave her a hug and a kiss.

"Sonia is testing out the slave trainer again," I said. "We're testing the full battery life. Don't interrupt the test. You'll need to feed her, so she doesn't miss supper. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure. I'm surprised she let you put it on her again."

"Well, she's tied down to the bed. She really didn't have a choice in the matter. She did tell me she was a naughty girl and needed to be punished, so this was her punishment."

Bobbi grinned. "She thought she was getting another one of your nice spankings, didn't she?"

"She still will. It just won't be until the batteries die."

"Poor baby. Of course I'll feed her."

Bobbi went upstairs to change. When she came back down, she said, "Sonia is getting desperate. How long as she been on it so far?"

"Since right before four."

"Oooh. She smells ripe. My guess is it won't take much to make her climax."

"I suspect you're right," I laughed.

I ate with the rest of the family while Bobbi took two plates of food up to feed Sonia. Then, I had time to help Tuffy and Scout with more of their homework, since we hadn't finished it all before supper.

"You guys can watch TV or play games until nine, then off to bed with you. I need to spend some quality time with your mothers."

"Okay, Dad," Tommy said, grinning. "Are you going to have sex?"

"What do you think?"

"I think sex is in the picture. Are you going to make Mom scream again?" Tommy asked.

"I think there's a really good chance she will scream," I laughed. "The piece of equipment she's testing has been getting her ready."

"You know the TV room is right below your bedroom," Belinda said. "Will we hear her?"

"Could be. You could watch TV in your room, but I don't know when the batteries are going to die. It could be after you're in bed."

"Do you enjoy sex with my Mom as much as you do with Sonia?" Belinda asked.

"I do. She's a lovely woman and very passionate. I'll probably start with her."

"Let's watch TV in your room, Scout," Belinda said.

"Okay."

"Nine o'clock, no exceptions."

"Yes, Dad."

I joined the two ladies in the bedroom. Bobbi was quietly reading. Sonia was practically on fire she was so hot.

"Thank God you're here. I'm desperate Daddy," Sonia said, her arms and legs moving as much as the ties would allow.

"We still need for the batteries to die for a good test," I said. "Bobbi, do you want to fuck?"

"That sounds lovely, Rooster. I could use your big cock right now."

"I need your big cock too, Daddy," Sonia whined.

"And you'll get it after the batteries are dead. You want to get undressed, Bobbi?"

"Sure." She started taking off her clothes. I started taking off mine, too. "I'm sure glad I'm not the one being punished, Sonia. You look miserable," Bobbi said, sliding her jeans and underwear down her legs.

"I am miserable. Please, just one quick orgasm. We don't have to count it."

"Sorry, babe," I said. "You did tell me you needed to be punished. Remind me why you stayed in bed all morning?"

"I was lazy."

"And your punishment is to lie in bed again. Seems fitting to me."

"Rooster, please!" The little girl voice was gone.

"When the battery dies."

"How long?" She asked.

"I think it's designed for three to four hours, but I suppose it depends upon how horny you are. The more frequently it turns itself off, the longer the battery should last. How horny are you?"

"Fuck, I'm doomed," she said. "It only turns itself on every ten to fifteen minutes I'm so close to climaxing, and doesn't last longer than three or four minutes."

"Yeah that's about fifteen minutes of use every hour. At that rate, it might be twelve hours before the battery dies. Let's hope it was on more often at the beginning."

Bobbi and I climbed into bed and had some great sex, right next to Sonia. She moaned and bitched most of the time we had sex, mostly bitching. Bobbi got some great orgasms, and I think she liked doing it right in front of a helpless Sonia. After I cleaned up after myself, we both gave her a kiss (letting her taste both of us) and then we took a shower.

When we got out of the shower, Sonia said, "I think it's died now. Can you take it off?"

"The light's still on," I said. "It can't be dead."

"Shit!"

I laughed. "You thought all you were going to get was a nice warm-up spanking and a good fuck, didn't you."

Sonia laughed. "I was hoping."

"We'll keep you company while you're waiting for the battery," Bobbi said. By keeping her company, we were mostly just making out in the bed beside her much to her continued dismay.

Just after nine, the Slave Trainer died.

"Oh, Thank God," Sonia said. "Free at last."

"Should I put the other one on her?" I asked Bobbi. "It's fully charged."

"If you put that fucker on me," Sonia said. "I won't fuck you again until we're married."

I laughed. "She sounds rather adamant," I said.

"I wouldn't test her," Bobbi said. "Should I release her ties?"

"Not yet. I'm not done playing."

I pulled Bobbi aside and explained what I was thinking where Sonia couldn't hear us.

"Sounds like fun."

Bobbi helped me to remove the Slave Trainer, but we left Sonia tied to the bed.

"You need to lick Bobbi to four orgasms," I said, "in appreciation for her looking after you and feeding you. Go ahead, Bobbi, ride her face."

Bobbi climbed on board, essentially keeping Sonia from seeing anything important since her body blocked the view. Sonia had no problem dipping her tongue in Bobbi's twat, so that wasn't an issue at all. I got the whip I'd purchased that day. Sonia's pussy was soaking wet from her enforced arousal and her clit was poking out of the hood, and her pubic lips spread and almost inflamed looking.

I tested the whip a couple times on my arms, adjusted the strength to what I thought her pussy could tolerate and lightly smacked it, right down the middle.

Her scream was so loud it hurt my ears, and that was muffled in Bobbi's pussy. It wasn't a scream of pain though, it was a squirting orgasm so intense her cum was shooting off the end of the bed. Rather than continue swatting her with the whip, I used my hand and smacked her pussy with that. Her orgasm was monumental, and extremely long. As far as I could tell, she was still cumming a couple minutes later. When the water works died, I dived in and began licking and kissing her swampy pussy. That seemed to keep her orgasm going another five minutes.

Sonia was bucking so hard, even tied down, Bobbi was struggling to keep her seat on Sonia's chest.

Finally, her tremors stopped for the most part, although she still shook every fifteen to thirty seconds as another wave travelled through her body. Both of us remained where we were until Bobbi had four orgasms. I'm not sure how many Sonia had. They'd run together a lot, and individually counting them was impossible.

After the fourth orgasm, Bobbi dismounted.

"Was it worth it?" I asked Sonia.

"No, but it was a damn sight better at the end than the beginning," Sonia laughed.

We released her and I fucked Sonia to several more orgasms before I emptied my balls.

"That almost made up for the torment," she said. "Almost, but not quite. The prolonged build up to that amazing orgasm was the pits, but the orgasm itself was off the charts."

"And to think it was caused by a whip."

"Yeah, that surprised me a little."

"What did it feel like?" Bobbi asked.

"The only way to do it justice, is to experience it yourself," Sonia said. "I'll be happy to try it on you. Tomorrow night?"

"If I try it, and I'm not saying I will, but if I do, it will have to be a weekend. I don't get home until nearly six and you were on that for five hours."

"Tell me about it," Sonia laughed. "I was so close to screaming every time that hellish thing turned off, I'm surprised I didn't."

"If they do make a male version of that toy, I'll let you try it out on me," I said.

"Until the battery dies?"

"If you want."

"Hmm, interesting," Sonia said. "I wonder how blue your balls will become after being kept aroused for five hours."

"I guess we'll find out. I don't know if they plan on making it yet. They need to know if the market will support it."

Bobbi had to clean up the bed, change the linens and comforter while Sonia and I showered her pussy juice off. Sonia fell asleep quite easily when we returned to the clean bed, exhausted from the play. Bobbi and I made out some more before we also fell asleep.

"*****

"Who screamed last night?" Tommy asked at breakfast.

"That was your mother," I said. "She had a very interesting experience." Sonia was blushing.

"Did it hurt?"

"No, Tommy,. It didn't hurt, even though it might have sounded like it. It was almost a scream of surprise, as opposed to anything else."

"It was quite loud," Ann said. "What were you doing?"

"I'll tell you after the kids leave for school, Mom."

"Oh. Would I like it?"

Sonia laughed. "I don't know. How much of a masochist are you?"

"You said it didn't hurt."

"It was still torture," Sonia said, "even if it wasn't painful."

After the kids and Bobbi left, Sonia told her Mom what had happened. She even went up and got the device to show it to her.

"Why didn't you turn it off if it was that bad?" Ann asked.

"I couldn't. I was tied to the bed. Bobbi had to feed me so I wouldn't be released. It was in the way of punishment, though not what I was expecting when I told Rooster I needed to be punished. When the thing died, Rooster gave me an orgasm by whipping, then spanking my pussy. I was so close to an orgasm, and been aroused for so long, I squirted all over the bedroom when I climaxed. That's when I screamed."

"Would you like to try something like that, Benson?" Ann asked.

"Do you? It doesn't sound as if Sonia wants to do it again. Do you think you'd enjoy it?"

"We'll never know unless we try it. I mean, you don't have to tie me down, and I could turn it off if I don't like it."

"It doesn't have the same effect if you turn it off," I said. "It's designed for people in Dominant/submissive relationships, where the submissive is obedient to her Master. She can't remove it. If you turn it off as soon as it gets annoying, it won't have the same effect on you it had on Sonia."

"I think I'd like to try it once, at least," Ann said. "I don't think I've ever screamed during sex. I trust you. If you wanted to tie me down, I'd be okay with it."

"The battery lasts about five hours," I said. "A lot depends on how aroused you are, because it turns itself off anytime to get close to an orgasm. You should empty your bowels first so you don't feel a need to use the bathroom. Since it might continue through a meal, someone should feed you, and someone should stay with you since you can't release yourself if it's done right."

"Do you want to try it today?" Benson asked.

"Why not. Can we use this one?" Ann asked. "Is it charged?"

"Fully," Sonia said. "Don't blame me if you don't like it. What are you doing today, Rooster?"

"I'm going to go into work today. I need to put some time in signing paperwork."

"Do you want company?"

"That defeats the purpose of my going to work. Since you were a lazy slug yesterday and Ann and Benson might be busy, you might want to work on cleaning the house and making supper. Plus there's always Christmas presents to wrap."

"I guess I could do that, maybe work out a little so I don't get fat."

"You mean other than trying to get pregnant?"

"Yeah, other than that," Sonia laughed.

I kissed her, then dressed in a suit and went to work.

******

Finishing up all of the work that had piled up in my frequent absences, I was getting ready to leave around 2:30. I was interrupted by one of my security guards.

"Boss, there's a couple of big blokes been hanging around the parking lot for the last hour. You want me to run them off?"

"Do you know who they are?"

"Not a clue. Never seen them before."

"Point them out to me."

He led me to the front of the building and pointed out two burly guys sitting in a pick-up truck in my parking lot. I didn't recognize them either.

"I'm ready to leave anyway. I'll check on them. You can follow me out and if they pull a weapon or something really stupid, feel free to shoot them. Otherwise, I'll handle it."

"You got it."

I got ready to go, and just on the off chance I needed to move fast, put my suit coat in my briefcase. The security guard followed around ten feet behind me as I walked out to the truck.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" I asked.

"Are you Robert Johnson?"

"I am."

Both men got out of the truck. One was slightly taller than me, one slightly shorter, both broad through the shoulders and chest like they lifted weights, the shorter one bald, the taller one a little shaggy. My long sleeved shirt and suit pants hid how built I was.

"We're here to kick your ass," the bald guy said.

"Why?"

"Because we feel like it."

"Have I ever met either of you, done anything to either of you, fucked your girlfriend, made her realize what a waste of space you are?" Insulting them, making them realize I wasn't scared.

They looked at each other. "Nah." Baldie said. "Our boss doesn't like you."

"Did he tell you to kick my ass?"

"Nah. We just feel like it," the other one said.

"That's good. Means I won't have to kill your boss."

"What about us?" Shaggy said.

"You don't count. You're just ignorant."

"What do you mean?" Baldy said.

"You need it simpler? You're stupid, dumb, an idiot."

They both bristled a little. "Now we're really going to kick your ass."

"I doubt it."

"Is he going to stop it?" Baldy asked pointing to the security guard.

"He's got permission to shoot you if you're stupid enough to pull a weapon, but I normally handle my own trash."

"There's two of us," Shaggy pointed out.

"So."

"Most guys are scared when they see us."

"Most guys aren't me."

"What? You know karate or something?" Baldy asked, snickering.

"No. I'm a trained killer. I used to eat guys like you for breakfast."

"You're a fucking businessman," Shaggy said.

"Now. I used to be in Delta Force, and I did nasty shit to the enemies of my country. Since there's two of you, and one of me, and since you're accosting me in my own parking lot, and this whole thing is being recorded by security cameras, I have every right to put both of you in the hospital. I hope you have good medical insurance." I set my briefcase down and started rolling up the sleeves of my shirt. "Let's get this show on the road. I figure five minutes or less unless you guys are brighter than you look."

They looked more uncertain now than when they'd gotten out of the truck. Still, they'd feel really stupid if they left after talking shit, and after I'd insulted them. So they took their chance since it was two against one.

Three minutes later, one had a broken arm, and one a dislocated knee. I told the security guard to call for an ambulance and the police, and what the injuries were. "When the police get here, show them the tape of these two idiots attacking me and getting their asses handed to them. If they have further questions, they can call me."

To the two men groaning on the ground, I said, "I'm assuming your boss is Greg Hudson. You should have talked to him before coming here. He knew what I used to do for a living. I also told him that if anything ever happened to me, the other guys in The Unit would have hunted down the assholes who did it and quietly disposed of the bodies. You're fucking fools. I'd warn the rest of your brethren not to mess with me or any of my family. This is the last warning you get." I told the security guard, "Make sure their vehicle gets towed since they can't drive it."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson," the guard said.

He'd never seen me in action before and was quite impressed. I rolled my sleeves down, collected my briefcase and left.

The thing was, while both men said they had come to beat me without Greg's knowledge, I had to wonder about that. How did they know where to find me? Had Greg blabbed about all the shit in his life to his associates, or cooked up some plan where he had plausible deniability? At least he knew that two unarmed thugs weren't going to get it done. On the other hand, that might mean more would come, and be better prepared. It was time for a little counter intelligence.

I called HR and got the address that Greg had given when he was hired. I don't know if it was a legitimate address, but I'd soon find out that night. I made some other plans too, including leaving texts for Berserker, Preacher and Tank that if anything happened to me, look at Greg Hudson first, explaining the attack at work.

When I got home, I told Sonia, Ann and Benson that two men had tried to beat me up in my company's parking lot.

"Did they hurt you?" Sonia asked.

"No, they never even touched me. They're both getting medical treatment and getting arrested."

"Who was it, Rooster?" Benson asked.

"I don't know for sure, although the police might find out, but I suspect they were some of Greg's cronies. Muscle without much mental juice. They said their boss didn't like me, although they didn't say who the boss was, and did specify they were doing it because they wanted and not because they were being ordered."

"Do you believe them, that Greg didn't know?" Ann asked.

"I'm not sure. Greg knew that I used to be in The Unit and that if anything happened to me or my family, my military brothers would come looking for the perpetrators. I would think that he'd want something to look more like an accident than a beatdown, but who knows. I'm going to lie down and take a nap."

"Why?" Sonia asked. "Are you sure you're not hurt?"

"No. Just want to take a nap. No worries."

"I want to come with you."

"Sure, feel free to lie beside me, but don't keep me awake. I need to be alert later."

"Why?" Sonia asked.

"I need to talk to some folks in another time zone." I didn't want to give anything away to anyone.

"Okay?" Sonia asked. "Can I play with Bobbi?"

"You can always play with Bobbi."

I went to my room and slept for five hours, getting up at eight. I gave greetings to the rest of my family and then I went to a special locked room I kept in my house. I loaded up some special gear in a duffel bag, including a gun, then dressed in winter camouflage cold weather gear I kept in there, and left the room, locking up after myself, grabbing my two sandwiches from the fridge. I kissed my two girls goodnight and told them not to wait up for me. I'd be making the calls from my office.

"What time should we expect you?" Bobbi asked.

"No later than two, and it might be sooner."

"Who do we call if you don't come back at two?" Bobbi added. "You got attacked at work."

"No one. I've made some calls. There's security there. Things will get handled."

"I don't want to lose you too," Bobbi said. "Stay safe."

"I've got everything I want in my life. I'm not going to jeopardize it. I'll be sliding into bed with you before you know it."

I gave them each another kiss and left.

My first stop was a parking lot in a mini mall where I traded my vehicle for a car hired at Rent-A-Wreck, something nondescript and plain, and now, not attached to me. The key was left in the right rear wheel well. I tossed my duffel bag in the back seat and headed to Greg's erstwhile new place, an apartment complex.

I found what was supposed to be Greg's building, but drove by and checked one of the other buildings in the complex to check the layout of the buildings. They were all three story buildings, with three distinct sections, with eight apartments on each floor. Two on either end and two in the middle, front and back. According to the numbering system used by the apartment complex, Greg's apartment should be on the second floor, rear, on the left side from the front, or right side from the rear.

I then went to a more deserted place, where I added grease paint to my hands and face, and disabled the automatic lights on the rental car. By the time I got back, the complex was fairly quiet and dark. Twilight in Minnesota this close to Christmas was around five. It was fully dark by a little after six, so except for parking lot lights, it was black. I parked in the back lot, as far from everyone else as possible. I grabbed my duffel bag from the back seat and made my way to a stand of decorative bushes. With it being winter, the leaves were mostly gone, but it was still pretty dense. I crawled into the bushes and set up a special gadget that I'd helped create back when I was still in the military.

It was a ultra-violet, black light laser, invisible to the naked eye. I set it up aimed at the window which should be Greg's bedroom, which was still lit. It used the vibrations of the noises inside to listen in on what was happening inside, measuring the vibrations to the windows in micrometer precision to determine what was being said. I listened on the head phones for a few minutes because the bedroom light was still on. There were the noises of two people fucking, some 'fuck me's', some moans, some 'you're wonderfuls', some groans, then I heard, "Cum in me, Greg, let me eat your cum," so I figured I had the right place.

I added what looked like an electrical box over the equipment with 'Danger - High Voltage', on it. It also had s disguised solar panel to help charge the battery for the laser. Even if someone could see the equipment, they'd likely think it as a transformer and leave it alone. The great thing about my equipment was everything it heard was sent to cloud storage for later evaluation. If someone was playing music, or watching TV, I could run the stuff through some filters developed to extract the bad noise, and leave the good stuff. The bad news was, that sounds in the other parts of the apartment would probably not be clear unless they were shouting. I wasn't happy about that, but the sides of the buildings didn't have any good spots for doing the same to the living room windows. If needed, I could set something up in a van in the parking lot, but that might depend on what else I got first, and I'd need help for that. I couldn't just leave a van out there indefinitely. It would have to be moved regularly.

When all was set up, I listened again for a few minutes. The woman asked if Greg needed her tomorrow night. "No, I've got someone else coming tomorrow. You need to get on the street and make some dough." Greg's voice for sure.

"It's too fucking cold."

"Too fucking bad. It's either hook or go hungry."

"Can you pay me for my time?"

"Have I ever paid you for your time?"

She left without answering. The light went out. Dick. Still doing the same old shit, and if he was better than the other pimps, they must be real assholes.

I looked to see that the parking lot was empty before crawling out of the bushes, pushing my duffle bag ahead of me, then quickly going to the car. Because of the black on my face and hands, I didn't want to hang around, because a guy in cold weather, and even camouflaged clothing wasn't unusual in Minnesota, but one in black grease paint was.

I went back to the deserted spot where I'd put the paint on and used several towels to wipe it off. I might need a shower to get it all, but it looked less threatening than it did before. I went back to the mini mall and switched vehicles again, and turned the lights back on, leaving the key where I'd found it, knowing the car would be returned. Returning home, I took a shower and I was back in bed with the two naked babes inhabiting it by 12:30.

They stirred when I crawled between them and I whispered, "Safe and sound."

They both purred contentedly and cuddled against me. We went to sleep their breathing soft on my face and neck.

******

I exercised indoors with Sonia, then spent time wrapping Christmas presents with her and putting them under the tree. While she went shopping for groceries armed with a list from Benson, I went to the cloud to listen to anything interesting I might find from Greg's place, using my headphones so it wouldn't be heard by anyone else. At seven AM by the time stamp, his phone rang.

"Hello," he answered sleepily. "What do you mean Vinnie and Stan were arrested?" Definitely more alert now. "What the fuck did they do?" "They attacked Robert? Why the fuck would they do that?" "I don't care if I hate the guy. You don't do anything without my say so. They're lucky they're not dead." "Broken arm and dislocated knee? Idiots. I told you I'd take care of this myself." "Are they ratting us out?" "Good, tell them to keep their mouths shut." "None of your business how I'll take care of it. If you don't all want to die, you'll stay out of this. You don't know the trouble you'll rain down on our heads if you pull something like this again. A dozen more military assholes just like him will be nosing in on our business." "Tell everyone to back the hell off."

I didn't hear anything else except for Greg getting up and dressed.

Well, I'd just confirmed Greg wasn't behind the attack yesterday, but it sounded as if he might have something else planned, or at least he was saying he did, just to get the others to back down. The question was, I needed to know if it was an idle threat or something else was in the planning stages.

I had an uncomfortable thought. Greg had been working in my company building for quite some time. They hadn't found any more bugs in Maya's place, but I'd never checked my own offices. It got swept at monthly intervals, but if they used sound activated bugs, they might not be found unless someone was talking when they swept. I called Bruce and told him to do a bug sweep and make sure someone was talking or playing the radio while they did the sweep, and to call me if they found anything.

Sure enough, Bruce called me back a couple of hours later and they found three bugs around the building, including my office, the break room, and Bruce's. No way to connect them to Greg, but if I were a betting man, that's where I'd place my money. Access and motive.

I called Maya and told her I was sending some guys over to sweep her house again. They'd do a different kind of sweep, and to let them in if they used 'Rooster sent me', as a code.

"Is it Greg?"

"Can you think of anyone else who'd bug your house. Let them sweep your purses and car too."

I also told her about the two guys who attacked me at the office, and that I already had proof Greg didn't know about it, although I was concerned that he might be planning something else.

"Did you hurt them?"

"I did, and they got arrested on top of it."

"Good."

"Let them check your phone for potential problems as well. Greg may have done something to access your e-mails, texts and location. They'll make sure it's clean."

"Fuck, Bobby."

Next, I made a call to Uncle Paul and told him to see if he could get anyone in the Minneapolis Police or Hennepin County Sheriff to start bringing pressure on the hooker business along Lake Street, concentrating on the ones behind it, not the girls.

"I was thinking you wanted to keep that mess a secret because of Maya and Sonia?"

"I did, but Tommy already found out about Sonia's former career and Maya is getting divorced, so Greg getting arrested just makes the divorce and custody battle that much easier. Feel free to give them Greg's name as someone who was a pimp and might still be running the girls. He said he was getting out to save his marriage, but might be getting back in if he ever really got out."

"Will do, Bobby."

That done, I started to consider what I might do if I wanted to kill someone like me, and wanted to make sure I wouldn't get blowback from some very scary guys in Delta Force. The best way to do that, was to make sure everyone got dealt with at once the first time, taking out me and as many other Delta Force buddies as I could, plus anyone else I hated. If someone smart wanted to do it, the best place would be the wedding, or the reception. I didn't know how many of my guys would be able to attend my wedding, but all those who could, would be there. If that got all or most of them, my problem might be solved, plus killing the soon to be ex, his whore who ratted him out, and everyone his ex was having sex with, in one fell swoop. Of course, killing a bunch of soldiers would get government agencies involved, but that's a different problem, and could perhaps be put on terrorist groups. Yeah, that's where my planning would start, so that's what I was going to concentrate on until I had better info.

I should probably have my own house swept as well. Greg had been in it, although not since the break up with Maya. Better safe than sorry. I arranged for them to do Maya's house and mine tomorrow. If they found bugs, I'd have to worry about my cleaning crew, because I couldn't see any other way to get them in my house after things went to shit for Greg. They'd been in the house today, this being their normal cleaning day.

This was something I needed to discuss with the other adults, but not until my own house was swept. I didn't want any information getting out except what I wanted to get out.

By the time I'd finished up, Sonia was back and Benson and Ann were working on supper.

"Since I went to bed so early yesterday," I said, "I missed out on a lot. Did you try out the Slave Trainer, Ann, and what did you think of it?"

"I tried it for three hours, and although the sex that followed was great, I'm not sure I'd do it again. The first part was horrible."

"Did Benson tie you down?"

"He did, but he couldn't watch me suffer any more, so he released me. Did I ever orgasm easily."

"Apparently, Rooster has no problem watching me suffer," Sonia laughed.

"Not sure that is true. You noticed that I let Bobbi watch you the entire night. I might have let you go too if I had to watch all five hours."

"So, blame Bobbi?" Sonia said.

"No, you can still blame me since I was the one who tied you down. It's just that she might be a little harder than me when it comes to watching you suffer. On the other hand, she may just have a need to please me, and I told her to keep you tied, so there's that."

"Mmm. I wonder if I could be as hard to her?"

"Don't know. You have a lot of empathy. It was you who invited her to our bed because you felt sorry for her."

"True. We'll have to test it sometime."

"Bobbi doesn't really ask to be punished. I can't imagine spanking her at work like I did you. You like it a little. She didn't mind the erotic spanking, but I'm not sure she'd opt for the humiliation."

The two kids got home and we shelved the conversation for later. They got changed and started their homework. When Bobbi got home, we gave her a quick hug and a kiss and she went to change before dinner.

Dinner was pretty normal, as our dinners went. Everyone seemed to be getting along quite nicely, kids, adults, no major or minor problems cropping up at all, other than the one I couldn't talk about yet.

When we retired, we had normal sex. If someone was listening in, no sense to make them think anything had changed. It was great sex and all three of us enjoyed it.

On Thursday, the bug crew came in and swept the house top to bottom. They found five bugs and removed them. They also did my vehicles, but they didn't find anything in them. I told Benson to fire the cleaning crew, and for now, not to replace them. Maya called and said that the crew who came to her house found three more bugs in the house, one in each of her purses, and one in the car, plus there was tracking information on her phone. The crew took it off.

"How did I get more listening devices?" Maya asked. "I haven't let Greg back in the house."

"A couple different ways. The first sweep might not have found listening devices that weren't active. They have passive devices that don't turn on unless people are talking, or the devices were on standby waiting for a radio signal to turn them on in case the other ones are found. The other way is that people other than Greg can plant them. Do you have a cleaning crew come in every so often?"

"Every two weeks."

"They could have installed them. You pay people enough money, they can be tempted to do something they wouldn't normally do. You also have someone looking after your kids on occasion. She could have installed them."

"Shit! Does that mean I have to fire everyone?"

"Or just tell them that the house was just swept for listening devices and if you find any more of them, they'll be fired and prosecuted. That should stop it unless Greg wants to pay through the nose. Now that they know they're under suspicion and could go to jail, they probably won't do it again, if they were guilty the first time."

Damn, Bob... Rooster. I hate living like this."

"I know. I found some in my place too. It had to be my cleaning crew, so I just fired them. The only other ones who could have done it are family and loved ones."

"That fucking rat bastard."

"Tell me what you really think."

Maya laughed. "Was being in the army like this?"

"Worse."

"I'm so glad I've got you in my life helping me get through this crap."

I had one more problem to deal with that afternoon. I got a call from the young engineer, Larry, the one who'd paid for blow jobs from Sonia.

"I'm sorry for calling you, sir, but someone has just approached me, threatening to blackmail me."

"I take it from your phone call you haven't told your wife yet?"

"No, sir. I just couldn't."

"Well, unless you do what they say, she's about to learn from someone else. You need to come clean, Larry."

"I know, sir. You mentioned helping me explain it to her, so she doesn't divorce me?"

"I did."

"I could really use your help, sir."

"Have you had any more blow jobs since our last conversation?"

"No, sir."

"So still around ten?"

"Yes, sir."

"Would you object to someone else licking your wife to ten orgasms orally to atone for your own transgressions?"

"Who, sir?"

"I was thinking of the same person who gave you your blow jobs."

"Your fiancée, sir?"

"That's the one."

"My wife's never been with a woman, sir."

"She doesn't have to lick her in return, just lean back and enjoy it."

"You don't mind? She won't mind?"

"I think we can both live with a one time deal." Now, what were they after. Was this a normal industrial espionage thing, foreign spies or fucking Greg. "What do they want you to do? Give up government secrets?"

"Perhaps, sir. They wanted me to install some listening devices."

"Was it Greg Hudson, the guy who worked there?"

"No, sir. I didn't know him. It was a complete stranger."

"How long do you have before they tell your wife?"

"Tomorrow, sir."

"I guess we have to invite you and your wife to dinner tonight. I'll see you at seven PM, sharp."

"Yes, sir."

I told Ann and Benson that we'd have two more for supper, a young couple from work.

"We'll be dining at seven. Feed the kids earlier, and we'll send them up to the entertainment room before the rest of us dine. I've got some other news we need to discuss."

"Yes, Rooster," Ann said, "We'll take care of it."

I also told Sonia what we were going to have to do, and what I planned. She agreed.

******

At 6:50, I sent the kids upstairs. "I've got an adult couple coming for supper tonight. The conversation I'm going to have with them is not for children's ears. I want you to get ready for bed, but you can still stay up until nine. You're free to use the entertainment room or play games in your rooms. Scout, I'm counting on you and Tuffy to get Jeremy ready for bed and have him brush his teeth. Do not come down here. If you need something, use the intercom system. Ann or Benson will bring up anything you need. You guys good?"

"Yeah, we're good."

"Thanks, it's important. I knew I could depend on you kids. Off you go."

At seven on the nose, Larry Ahlgren was there with his wife. I invited them in, and I introduced the others to Larry and his wife, including our relationships, even the odd one I had with Bobbi, then he introduced his wife, Violet. Violet was around 5-2, a very petite brunette, and a fairly good match for Larry's 5-9, slender figure.

"You have a lovely home, Mr. Johnson," Violet said.

"Thanks. Larry never told me how charming you were. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Larry told me you were getting married. He didn't mention anything about the other woman in your life."

"It's a fairly recent development. Not a lot of people know about yet. Only a couple people at work. In fact, only the CEO knows at the moment. I think Larry's the second work colleague to know."

"I'm a little surprised. Not many women care to share their men. I wouldn't want to share Larry."

"It's definitely not for everyone, but so far, it seems to be working for us. Come in, and I'll take your coats. We're having lemon vodka chicken tonight. We have a lovely white wine if you can drink?"

"That sounds delicious. Thanks again."

I took their coats and hung them up while Sonia showed them to the dining room and Ann got them their wine.

We had a lovely time conversing for over an hour. Finally, Violet asked a question that changed the tenor of our chat.

"Do you have your employees over frequently, Rooster?" Violet asked. I'd gotten her to call me Rooster instead of Mr. Johnson towards the beginning of the meal.

"I have a few times, mostly from the upper management level. Most of our office parties are at the office."

"To what do we owe the pleasure of our invite tonight?" Violet asked.

"Someone is trying to blackmail Larry," I said. "We want to nip that in the bud."

"Blackmail how?" Violet asked, looking at Larry. "What's he done that he could be blackmailed for?"

Sonia stepped up. "Violet, I used to be a hooker on Lake Street. I gave Larry several blow jobs while I was hooking. I'm no longer hooking, and Larry stopped using hookers after he was introduced to me as Rooster's fiancée. He approached Rooster about his infractions to make sure Rooster knew that I used to be a hooker. Rooster already knew. In fact, he was my last customer. Larry was afraid to tell you, because he's terrified of losing you. We believe someone who knows that Larry was one of my johns is threatening to expose his secrets to you in order to get him to install listening devices at his place of employment. He had until tomorrow, or you'd be told. He can't be blackmailed further once you know."

"You're marrying a whore?" Violet asked. "A whore my husband has fucked?"

"Ex-whore, Violet, and he didn't fuck her," I said. "I don't care about the past. No one can alter the past. Sonia hooked because it was the best way to take care of her mother and son. She hated it. She specialized in blow jobs, something that Larry enjoyed and wasn't getting at home. Unfortunately, a lot of a hooker's customers are people lacking something in their sex life at home. Some of Bobbi's family had also hired her services. Nothing I can do about those either. What are you offering your wife because you cheated on her, Larry, instead of telling her about something you felt you needed but weren't getting?"

"Rooster said that since I received oral sex from Sonia ten times, she'd offer the same thing to you, ten orgasms," Larry said. "You don't have to have sex with her back, and it wouldn't cost us anything."

"And both of you are willing to do this?" Violet asked. "To whore your fiancée out again to make up for Larry's infidelity?"

"I don't look at it like whoring," Sonia said. "No money is changing hands. I have sex with another woman now. I'd like to salvage Larry's marriage if I could, because I know I have some responsibility for endangering it, even if he could have sought someone else's services."

"What do you get out of it?" Violet asked me.

"A happier employee who isn't at risk of getting arrested for some sort of espionage because he was blackmailed into it."

"What are you willing to do, instead of offloading me on your fiancée?" Violet asked.

"What do you suggest?" I asked, although I was already guessing.

"I suggest you give me ten orgasms, not Sonia."

"What?" Larry said.

"You had sex with a member of the opposite sex, but you expect me to be satisfied with a female licking me. I've never been with a woman, and have no desire to. I want Rooster to pleasure me. He can lick me to ten orgasms or fuck me to as many orgasms as I can have until he cums in my married pussy. That's my counteroffer, Larry, and if you ever stick your dick anywhere else it's not supposed to be, we're through. Plus, since Larry's blow jobs weren't all on the same day, if we take the oral sex option, I'd like to come here once a week for my pussy pleasing. So, what do we do now?"

"She's got a point, Larry," Sonia said. "It would be more fair from her point of view."

"Thank you," Violet said. "I'd like you to watch your future husband fuck me."

"If you think that would bother me," Sonia said, "it wouldn't. I don't mind watching, but I'll just enjoy it as much as when he has sex with Bobbi. Our relationship is already unusual. Rooster having sex with you doesn't make it more so, but whatever. Larry, it seems the ball is in your court. What are we going to do?"

"Oh, I'd like Larry to watch too," Violet said. "I don't want him to have to imagine what it's like when his wife is with another man, like I will, imagining him with his dick in your mouth. I want him to have a very clear picture in his precise engineer mind of what that looks like. So, Larry. I come here ten times to have your boss lick me to one orgasm each time, or get fucked once, assuming everyone is agreed? Make a choice."

I thought Violet would be an excellent business opponent. She was quick, intelligent, and no pushover.

"If it helps you make up your mind, Larry, I won't do anything more than lick her to one orgasm each time she comes," I said.

"Answer a question for me," Sonia asked. "Why won't you suck your husband off? Is it the taste, your upbringing, because he doesn't lick you? What is it?"

"A combination of factors, I guess. My mother told me that sucking a dick is something only a whore would do. I can't imagine the taste is all that good. Actually, Larry is fairly good about licking my pussy."

"Good one about the whore, a real zinger. So you're one of those selfish lovers who isn't willing to do the same thing your husband does for you all the time?"

"I don't think I'm selfish."

"What do you think, Larry? Is Violet selfish for not sucking your dick?"

"I never thought of it that way, because a lot of women don't like it, but it is sort of selfish since I lick her."

Sonia said, "Whores do it because men are willing to pay for it because someone else isn't doing it. Whores are also willing to take it up the ass, because someone else wouldn't. Bobbi, you've never been a whore. Did you like sucking your deceased husband's dick?"

"I did. Not as much as sucking Rooster's, but yeah, I liked it."

"Mom, you've never been a whore. Do you like sucking Benson's dick?"

"Very much. I don't want to deny him anything." Ann squeezed Benson's arm.

"Larry, would you be willing to have pineapple juice every morning to make your semen taste better?" Sonia asked. "That way, your cum will taste much better for your fussy, frigid wife."

Violet reacted when Sonia called her fussy and frigid, a frown on her face.

"Yeah."

"So, maybe, Violet, Larry's infidelity isn't all his fault. He just wanted something you were unwilling to give him, but he was giving you, something that other, non-whores are willing to give their loved ones. Now, I don't agree with him not talking it over with you and figuring out some way to balance shit, instead of wasting money on a whore, even though your refusal to suck dick allowed me to feed my son and my mother, but maybe you should cut him a little slack. Let Rooster lick you to ten orgasms tonight. It won't take him long, because he knows how to please a woman. Don't make your husband watch, unless you're willing to watch me suck him off. Then, if you want, I'll give you cock sucking lessons so Larry never even thinks about hiring a hooker again. Just get it done, so we can be done with this mess."

And there were all the counter arguments to Violet, laid out in a neat row. Pretty much all because Sonia wasn't afraid to talk about sex, even to a mad wife and scared husband.

"Fine. I'll take the ten orgasms now. Larry doesn't have to watch, but I'm not sure about the blow job lessons. Maybe some day, but not now."

I looked at Larry. "That okay with you, Larry?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

I took Violet's hand, and said, "Why don't the rest of you have more wine. We'll be back shortly."

It actually took about forty minutes. Ten orgasms is a lot, but I think Violet was satisfied with the results. I do know what I'm doing around a pussy. I didn't have to get undressed and she only had to lose her pants for a while. She really was a cute woman, and I thought her pussy was sweet. I could see why Larry was willing to lick her, even without reciprocation. I washed the evidence off of my face while Violet put her pants back on.

When we returned, Larry looked like he was a little antsy. The wine bottle was empty and a second substantially low.

"Uh, how was it?" Larry asked.

"It was damn good," Violet said. "Where did you learn to lick pussy like that, Rooster?"

"I was never a whore, but I was a male slut before finding Sonia again," I told her.

"Again?"

"We knew each other in High School. It was the reason Rooster stopped at my street corner, not because he needed a whore," Sonia said. "He'd been looking for me since before he got out of the army. He bought this engagement ring five years ago in hopes he'd find me again. I'd dropped out of sight because of my profession. I didn't want anyone knowing what I was doing. I've got to say I'm damn glad Rooster could overlook my prior profession."

"Larry, your debt to Violet is paid in full." I said. "You can tell your blackmailers to go to hell, and so can Violet. That brings up something else I wanted to tell everyone here. We think that the blackmailer is Sonia's former pimp, but we're not sure. He was married to my sister, pretending he was a medical supply salesman, and they're on the outs now as she's divorcing him because of his career. He's someone else who's had relations with Sonia. He blames his wife, Sonia, me, and other people for his problems because he refuses to accept responsibility for his own fucked up life, living off the backs of women. We've recently discovered listening devices or bugs at work, at my sister's and at this house.

"The bugs at the office were removed yesterday, which is why I suspect they approached Larry today. They want them back in there. I don't think it's for espionage purposes. I think he just wants to fuck up some lives because of his own misfortunes, but we can't be sure. Two of his enforcers tried to beat me up in the parking lot a couple days ago, and they got sent to the hospital and arrested. The bugs at Maya's and here were removed today."

"They found bugs in our house?" Bobbi said. "Shit! Was one in the bedroom?"

"It was."

"How embarrassing. That fucktard. Can I kill him?"

"No. We don't have evidence Greg planted the bugs. He hasn't been here since Sonia and Maya found out that he was Sonia's pimp. We think the cleaning crew had to put them in. They're simple to install if they don't need to be wired into the house. They've been fired, so we should be good for now?"

"What other reason would anyone have for planting bugs in our house?" Bobbi asked.

"Industrial or government espionage. Cybernetics developed some things for the military. I told Larry he could lose his Top Secret clearance and get fired if he continued using hookers because it was blackmail material. That's why he quit using them. It's why we have our offices swept every month for listening devices and I don't talk business here. Unfortunately, that gives us other suspects for bugging our house and the company. Maya's house is a completely different story, because Greg is the only one who'd be interested in her."

"We'd better get going," Violet said. "Larry and I still have some things to discuss. Thanks for having us for dinner, and all the rest."

We said our goodbyes and they left, Sonia giving her something as they went.

I told the others, "I think there's a chance that Greg will try to fuck up the wedding. We might have to make contingency plans to forestall problems, and since we don't want to change plans and have them learned about, we're going to go about our lives as if our current plans are still good, but the altered plans may need to be made through Bobbi's family and her work, as I have no reason to believe that they'd be bugged.

"I've put some plans in motion already through my Delta Force buddies. Hopefully, we can reach some resolution before the wedding, but if not, we'll move the whole thing to another location. Since I believed that our bugs were placed here by the cleaning crew, and they won't be coming back, it puts a little more work on the rest of us, especially with Christmas coming up. I don't want all the cleaning to fall on Ann and Benson."

"Why would Greg want to fuck up the wedding?" Bobbi asked.

"Because Greg knows that if anything happens to any of us, my buddies will come after him, and he won't enjoy the results. The only way it makes sense for him, is if he can get all of us at once, including my army friends. The most likely place to get all of us, is at the wedding, because if they can be there, they will be. He gets us all, he doesn't have to worry, and I know he's worried. Of course, he could just leave us alone and go about his life, but he doesn't seem able to do that, hence why everyone is getting bugged."

"How would he do that?" Bobbi asked. "Get everyone at once?"

"A bomb is the easiest," I said, "which is why we need alternative plans."

"Why not take him out ahead of time?" Bobbi asked.

"Because without knowing anything for sure, it's a crime. I can get him arrested if we have proof. I don't want want to kill someone without knowing he actually is planning evil deeds. I've got ways of gathering intelligence, and the cops may be looking at his hooker operations and taking him off the streets that way. Without having intel inside of my office or our home, and not knowing what I'm planning, he might give up the whole thing. We just need to be careful. I'll draw up some contingencies and give you a written list, Bobbi. We don't talk out loud about any changes. Write it down and we'll exchange notes, then burn them. Perhaps your Mom and sister can give you some help, making those alternative plans. We won't make noise about it, but I want to be able to move everything to a new location at the last minute if we have to.

"Also, the bug sweepers found tracking software on Maya's phone. I need to have all of your phones now. I'll make sure they're clean. From now on, make sure no one gets their grubby mitts on them. If you don't normally keep it locked, start doing so now."

They all gave me their phones and I didn't find any tracking or bugging software on any of them, which they were glad to know. I was glad now that Sonia didn't let Tommy have a phone. One less thing to worry about.

In bed, after some great sex, Sonia asked me about Violet.

"She's cute, small, tastes good," I said. "She was quite orgasmic, and I don't know if it was all due to me, or to other factors such as her husband knowing, or the fact you all knew, or that she was married."

"Were you surprised that she chose you instead of Sonia?" Bobbi asked.

"A little, but not totally," I said. "Once I knew she hadn't been with a woman before, and Larry told me that when he called and asked for help, I thought it was possible she'd choose a guy."

"Would you have fucked her?" Sonia asked.

"I would have preferred not, and I'm glad that you questioned her about her motivations. This afternoon, when Larry called me, I thought about having some other guy here like Bruce tonight. He's single, but having Larry's immediate superior doing his wife, someone he sees every work day, didn't sound like a good idea. Larry doesn't see me every day, and he has had my future wife, so it's more balanced. Did it bother you, Bobbi, that I licked Violet's pussy?"

"I thought it might, but it really didn't. I could see how jumpy Larry was, and I almost felt sorry for him, even though he brought this on himself. You're so incredibly masculine, and Larry looks like half of you. I could see he didn't like either of his choices; having his wife come here once a week for oral sex, or watching his wife go upstairs and have the stuffing fucked out of her. Having it all done at once really brought his temperature level down. Would you really teach Violet how to be a cock sucker, Sonia?"

"Yeah, but it would have to be on Rooster's cock, not Larry's. Of course, as quickly as she jumped on the Rooster bandwagon, I figured she'd love watching me suck his cock, but maybe she thought I'd be teaching her on Larry. She doesn't strike me as someone who wants to compete with a whore. A little too sheltered, shall we say."

"Do you really think her mother told her that only a whore would suck a cock?" Bobbi asked.

"There has to be some reason some women don't want to do it. I'm sure there's more than one reason, but it wouldn't surprise me much that some women heard that from their mothers."

"What did you give her just before she left?" I asked.

"My phone number, in case she wants lessons," Sonia laughed. "If I want a career as a sex counselor, why not put my name out there."

Bobbi and I both broke out into laughter.

******

I spent some time listening to what was going on in Greg's apartment the next morning. Whoever he'd said he'd be having to his place last night, wasn't a whore, or at least, they didn't use the bedroom. There were faint sounds from the rest of the house, but even using my filtering software, I couldn't make out what was said, only that it was two male voices, so maybe he hadn't wanted female company at all, just no witnesses. I wondered if I could get another one of these gadgets up on the roof of the building next door to Greg's building, aimed at his living room window. How often did people go up to the roof, and would I be able to mask it's purpose the way I had the other one.

Sonia found me, and saw me listening to my headphones.

"Are you listening to music?" Sonia asked when she had my attention.

"I'd rather you not know."

"Why?"

"Let's just say it's of questionable legality and leave it at that."

She snapped her fingers. "Do you have bugs at Greg's?"

"No, but I wish I did. I can only hear what goes on in his bedroom, and that's not where the action is, at least not the action I'm interested in."

"Was this the super secret, Delta Force, camouflaged ninja suit shit you went out on a couple of nights ago?"

I laughed. "I refuse to answer on the grounds it might incriminate me. What do you need?"

"Violet wants a blow job lesson."

"You're joking?"

"Nope. I told her the first lesson is free, but after that, I charge fifty an hour for my other sex lessons, and I guaranteed to turn her into a three hole slut Larry would be crazy for."

"You did not?"

"I did. She agreed to pay if she likes the first lesson. So do we hold them here, or go to their place?"

"What does she think is going to happen?"

"That I will demonstrate on your dick, and then she has to practice on Larry. Hey, I told Bobbi's family shit for free, but I'm not selling my expertise short again. Violet has to fork it over, especially because she was so dismissive of 'the whore' last night. There's a reason her husband came to me for blowjobs besides the fact she didn't give them. He could have seen some other whore, but he chose me for a reason."

"Do you really need to demonstrate on my dick?"

"I'm not sucking any other dicks but yours from now on."

"Can't you demonstrate on a dildo?"

"Are you telling me you don't want me blowing you? Not to mention a dildo doesn't taste nearly as good as you do, and I can't demonstrate swallowing on plastic."

"Not in front of anyone but Bobbi. Geez. Larry works for me. It feels like it's all kinds of wrong."

"I don't see why. You're not soliciting him or his wife for sex. You're just my demo tool. I'm doing the demonstrating. Neither of us are touching them. I'm not sure I see the problem?"

"Does Larry know?"

"I don't know. Do you think he'll complain if his wife starts giving him blow jobs?"

"Make sure he knows and doesn't have a problem with it, but if we're doing it, it won't be with kids around, so their place."

"Excellent. I'm make sure Larry is clued in and we can take care of the lesson after supper."

After doing my listening, I made a list of all that I'd need Bobbi and her family to do if we couldn't cut the head off the snake before the wedding. She had plenty of money to do whatever needed to be done. When Bobbi got home, Sonia asked her if she wanted to come with us to the Ahlgren's.

"No. Today was a big shit show and I want to work out and relieve some of my frustrations. I know what it looks like when you suck Rooster's cock and I don't need to see Violet suck off Larry. Unless he's bigger than I guess, it might be a disappointment."

"I'm sorry to add to your stress, but these are the things I'll need you to do over the next couple of weeks. I can have the party planners, caterers, florists, and the like, move to another building with 24 hours notice. I just need to know what buildings to send them to. I don't want any plans made here. We'll assume my place could still be compromised."

"How is that possible?" Bobbi asked.

"Bugs give off an RF or radio frequency signal that sweeping equipment can detect. But they have very sophisticated bugs now that can be turned off and on. If it's off, the equipment can't detect it. The sweepers got the less sophisticated bugs, but I have to assume there might be better ones installed. We'll start a weekly sweep, but we also have to play it safe."

"Damn it!" Bobbi exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it too much. I plan to keep you naked most of our honeymoon. That will be far more embarrassing than anyone hearing us have sex."

"At least I won't know any of them, and it's a thousand miles away."

I kissed her. "If you want, we don't have to have sex anymore."

"Fuck that," she laughed. "I refuse to be punished for other's misdeeds."

"Look at it this way," Sonia said. "We all have a built in voyeur and it hasn't ruined sex for us yet."

"Fine. I'll try to ignore it, but if you ever give me a shot at Greg, I'm going to rearrange his nuts."

"Get in line," Sonia laughed. "I think Maya's at the head of the line, and it's my wedding, so I think I get to be second."

Despite the madness, I thought we had a nice dinner and I enjoyed the time with the family a great deal. At 6:30, Sonia and I left for Larry's place. It was a modest little home in St. Louis Park. It also looked like there were two men there trying to pick the lock on the door.

"Stay in the car Sonia," I said. "Get down and call 911."

I got my firearm out of the lock box under my seat and tucked it in the back of my pants. I'd parked across the street and I got out of the car and approached the Ahlgren's door.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" I asked when I was about five feet away and still closing.

"You live here?"

"No, but I know the people who do, and you're not them."

The one who was standing said, "Then get lost. This is none of your business."

He pulled back his coat a little so I could see the gun at his waist. Oh, well.

I punched him in the throat and as soon as the other guy tried to stand, I grabbed his head and pushed down hard as my knee was coming up, hearing a satisfying crunch before he dropped to the sidewalk. They were both making unpleasant sounds, indicating they were both alive. Fortunately, I had driving gloves on, so I relieved both men of their hardware just as a SLP police car pulled up. I gave the police officer the weapons, and told him to call for an ambulance for a broken nose and possible other facial fractures and a shattered larynx. He was doing that as I rang Larry's doorbell.

"Can you tell me what happened?" The officer asked.

"My fiancée and I were invited to the Ahlgren's house tonight. He's an engineer who works at my company. When I arrived, it appeared that this one, the one with a broken nose, was trying to pick the front door lock. We should be able to find the lock pick if we search. I made my presence known and asked them what they were doing here. They told me that if I didn't live here, to get lost, and the standing one swept his coat back so I could see the gun at his waist. Not wanting to get into a gun fight in a quiet neighborhood, I punched him in the throat, and as the other guy tried to stand, I jammed his head down as I brought my knee up. Fight over."

Larry chose that moment to open the door. Violet was standing behind him. "What are the police doing here, Mr. Johnson?"

"I found these two trying to break into your house, Larry. Do you recognize either of them?"

Larry looked at the two moaning messes on his sidewalk.

He pointed to the larynx. "That's the guy that tried to blackmail me."

"Didn't you tell him to go to hell, you already told your wife?"

"Yes, sir."

"And they showed up here anyway?"

"I guess. I sure wasn't going to do what they wanted me to do."

"What did they want you to do?" the officer asked.

"They wanted me to put listening devices around at my job at Cybernetic Electronics."

"What did they have on you?"

"I'd had oral sex with a hooker and they threatened to inform my wife. I told my wife last night, so they wouldn't be able to hold it over me anymore, and I told them to get lost."

That was not good. Either they didn't believe Larry, and were going to tell Violet anyway, or, the worse option, they were going to kidnap Violet to force Larry to obey. Now, I was getting pissed.

"Larry, I'm not happy about this," I said. "Perhaps they felt they needed other leverage on you, otherwise why not knock on the door, if all they were going to do is tell Violet you were with a hooker, to make sure she really knew? They were trying to break in."

"What other kind of leverage?"

"Taking Violet," I said.

"What?" Violet said.

"If you want to make a loving husband do something he doesn't want to, threaten his wife. Do you have any place you can go, Larry, in case these aren't the only two we need to worry about."

"We could stay with Violet's parents for a few days."

"Do you get along with them okay? Do they have room in their house?"

"We get along pretty good, but it would be crowded."

Two more squad cars and two ambulances were pulling up.

"Do this. Check into a nice hotel. I'll make sure you get reimbursed for any expenses you incur. Just keep all the receipts. If we need something longer term, we'll make other plans. The officers will stay here until you get a couple of bags packed. Call me when you're settled in and let me know where you are. Don't freak out, Larry," which is what it looked like both he and Violet were going to do. "This will be taken care of. I'm sure the police will get more information from the two miscreants, and maybe they can get to the bottom of this. Go pack some stuff for a few days away. Go."

They both disappeared back into the house. Some pictures were taken of the scene, and the two lumps were searched for any other weapons and they found a couple other lock picks. They got hauled off in an ambulance and the officer and I searched and found the other lock pick they'd been using, and he took some pictures of the scratches on the lock.

"You weren't scared by those guys after they showed you their gun?" The officer asked.

"No, just meant I wasn't going to fool around chatting some more. I'm former Delta Force, and they were just muscle. If you don't give a fellow a chance to pull a gun, you don't have to worry about him using it. Most people assume you're scared and will leave. Me, it's just a call to action, fast action."

"Thanks for your service."

"You're welcome."

"You'll need to come in tomorrow and sign a statement."

"When and where?"

He gave me a place and time tomorrow.

"I'll be there."

I went back to the car. Sonia was sitting there with a smile on her face.

"Do you have any idea how horny I am right now? Less than five seconds and both of those guys were on the ground."

I laughed. "One of the guys showed me a gun. Couldn't have any stray bullets flying around risking my honey."

"I need laid."

"That's nice."

"Aren't you going to do the laying?"

"I have a stop to make first."

"Where?"

"I have to go see a pimp."

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