Heather Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Post-COVID

Part 1: Massage Parlor

"Marry Me."

Shit-fuck

"You know, once a woman gets married, the blow jobs cease," Heather joked.

"I'm okay with that. You have an enchanted pussy," Frank countered.

"Can I have a little time? A couple of days? I need to sleep on this and let the idea set in." Heather requested.

"Sure. Take whatever time you need; the offer will stay open, and our arrangement would not change. This will be an open marriage with you doing what you want, as long as you are honest with me." Frank talked to Heather like a father figure.

On her computer, Heather watched "Harold and Maude." It didn't help. She talked to Julie, who took the call, frigging herself on cam. Julie was as dumbfounded as Heather. "What about the $10,000 option?"

"Didn't happen. It is like winning a dream vacation or taking the cash equivalent, except you can't take the cash equivalent. He has done so much for me, I dare not ask." Heather said.

Julie brought up the age difference and told Heather she had once dated an older man, without any details. She assured Heather she would support her in any choice.

She called her mother next. She accepted a butt-buddy position from Jimmie B. They would be semi-exclusive, and she would be allowed to practice her sloppy wet, loud blow job skills with taint finger when he needed to reward his top weekly sellers. Mom has not changed. She told Heather to go for it. Milk that golden goose.

It was a small civil ceremony, well beneath Frank's status. It was still semi-COVID,

Enter Mrs. Heather Trueheart-Fink.

The wedding party was small. Tammy, Julie, and Frank Jr. They grabbed food from a takeout menu and went to Frank's place. Frank Jr. was married, flirted with Julie and attended to her every need. Little did he know. Frank Sr., who had nude pictures of everyone in the room, took a shine to Heather's mother, who was closer to his age than Heather. They had a lot more in common. Tammy flirted with Frank Jr., who was about her age. Heather thought about what would happen if Tammy married Frank Jr. He would be both her step-father and step-son. She would save that thought for pillow talk. Everyone is looking for something new. Heather noticed how Frank's eyes lit up when he saw Tammy.

Heather finished up her courses. She could have put her credits together to get a Bachelor of General Bullshit, but didn't bother. Businesses were reopening and hiring. Heather wanted to work, something that didn't require using her tits and ass. Frank told her Goldman Sachs needed a CFO. If that stood for Chief Fucking Officer, Heather would be overqualified, but it didn't. She did see an ad for a receptionist and bookkeeper. It was at a massage parlor located along the Interstate about an hour's drive west. Heather told Frank she'd check it out.

The establishment was a single-wide trailer. The sign was larger than the trailer. It was on the frontage road near a Motel 6. The crossover had a truck stop serving hot food, and a Days Inn on the other side. They had a dirt parking lot designed for semi-trucks to enter and exit easily.

Heather strolled into the place. A heavyset, middle-aged woman was behind the desk. "Can I help you?"

"I am here about the job," Heather responded.

The woman eyeballed Heather and said, "The masseuse position has been filled," looking down at her desk.

"Oh, I am not here for that; I am here for the bookkeeper and receptionist position," Heather replied. Heather was good eye candy. Marilyn would like to have her at the desk, but questioned her on bookkeeping. Heather completed her accounting course; she just didn't have the paper. She explained how she could do invoices, payroll, etc.

Marilyn started asking odd questions about accounts receivable. This was what Heather suspected. She blurted out. "Jimmie B. owns this place, doesn't he? Mostly cash business, no way to compute the income. Excellent place to launder money."

Marilyn denied any wrongdoing and then asked, "Do you personally know Jimmie B?"

Heather smiled, "He is fucking my mom." She paused and added, "In the ass."

"So you have met him? Marilyn continued to interrogate.

"I met him once. I did suck his dick." Heather learned shock value from her mother.

"Wait here." Marilyn went outside to make a phone call.

She returned after a lengthy phone call. Heather could hear Marilyn laugh a few times. She came back in. "Jimmie says you can be trusted and to show you the ropes."

Marilyn showed Heather the rooms. They had three small rooms plus a bathroom. They had a laundry for sheets. Some of the girls did their clothes here. Guys come here, mostly truckers, some locals, and select a girl. It costs them $40 as a house cut. They get 30 minutes in a room with a topless girl for $60. For another $50, she will take off her bottoms. Touching is strictly not allowed. The guy then beats himself off. We supply tissues, oil, a live nude, and clean sheets when needed.

Heather had a hard time wrapping her head around it. "So a trucker comes in. He pays up to $150 to beat off in one of our rooms." The awesome power of the pussy.

Marilyn explained that they have four girls, with two on each shift. They open at 10 AM and close at midnight, 6 days a week. Nine PM, when the truckers get off the road, is our peak time. We get maybe 20-30 guys a day. On paper, we get over 300.

It seemed simple to Heather. Fake the books. She was going to be Jimmie's Marty Fucking Byrde.

Heather had ideas of using Jimmie's girls to go 24/7, adding an adult section with magazines and pocket pussies. They were all shot down. The profit was in the laundering. Before COVID, they had a winter storm, and the roads were all closed. Somehow, 300 people made their way there to a place that wasn't open.

The truckers were pleased to have been greeted by someone who looked like Heather rather than Marilyn. Heather smiled and was friendly. The truckers asked if she worked the rooms. Many said they would pay double for her. The masseuses were in their thirties. They had nice bodies, but they did not tan, work out, or get their hair and nails done. Now and then one would run off with a trucker.

With Heather at the desk, traffic clearly picked up. There were more repeaters, and they were getting at least 30 every day, somewhere near a break-even point for Jimmie B.

Heather liked talking to the guys who were trying to get America on their feet again. They were making good money as many truckers changed jobs during COVID. Heather decided to help Jimmie capitalize, even if he didn't want it.

Heather wore her sheer blue Baby Doll outfit to work. Almost street legal. The guys loved staring at her boobs through the fabric. She would also escort the gentlemen by the arm back to their rooms so they could see her legs and sheer bottoms. They were spending less time in the rooms.

50 guys a day. They were turning a profit, and the girls were staying longer. One girl entertained over 10 guys a day. That was $1,000 take-home, under the table. Heather's attention-grabbing outfits got attention, and the working staff appreciated it. She was "the man."

Marilyn really didn't like the change, but she couldn't complain about the results. Heather told Frank about how she was teasing the truckers with skimpy outfits. Frank approved. "Let's go shopping for some more."

Heather had quite the lingerie collection: teddies, Baby Dolls, and garters in multiple colors. Frank helped pick them out. Heather dragged Frank into the dressing room. Still not hard.

Truckers like to talk, and Heather was road famous by word of mouth. She was known as Baby Doll because of her outfits. She shed the Princess Vanilla moniker. Heather was sitting at the desk when Marilyn burst in and slammed the door. "We got a problem."

Heather raised her eyebrows and perked up. "Crystal left with a trucker, and the other girl has COVID. Jimmie B has none to spare, or so he says.

"No problem," Heather assured. "We can either close the place until the next shift and still claim customers, or I can take their place, and you watch the desk. Unless you want to work the rooms."

Marilyn said dryly, "I'll work the desk."

Heather added a caveat. "Some of the guys said they would pay double for me. Be upfront. That is what I expect."

A few guys were there early. Heather stood in the office as Marilyn explained the new charges. Heather opened her outfit and exposed her tits as a free sample. Only one guy left, and that was to get more money.

In the room, the guys paid double. Some just got the topless-only option; most wanted to see Baby Doll's pussy so they could have highway bragging rights. Heather modified the no-touch. She ran her nails across a guy's chest. She would place her hot breath in their ear and cheer them on. "Stroke it, baby. Stroke that cock. Cum for Baby Doll. I want to see that big dick cum." Everyone has a "big Dick" regardless of the size.

Heather got them done in under thirty minutes. Once they came, she went into the other room while Marilyn cleaned up. There was an immediate uptick in business. Heather, as per the agreement, told Frank she was naked in front of truckers, helping America recover from COVID. Everyone helps in their own patriotic way.

Frank asked, "You're not touching their cocks? "

"You think I should? I could charge more, but it is illegal." Heather replied.

"Who would tell?" Frank asked.

Heather: "They are truckers. They all would."

Frank: "Imagine the business if you gave a hand job or a BJ?"

Heather could read through Frank's permission structure. He wanted her to get fucked again.

Heather thought about expanding her services as she was the only one on shift getting naked. The guys were already in for $260. This eliminated some of the riff-raff. The question was how much more these guys could pay and for what services.

Heather's next client was a regular who wanted her nude. She lay there naked, working the guy's chest with her nails. Finally she said, "For an extra $20, I can masturbate in your face."

When you are in for $260, and an extra $20 for up-close and personal pussy is a bargain. Heather stood on the sofa and placed her pussy inches from Dale's face. She played with herself as he gazed. He could smell it. This became something she offered the regulars she could trust. Now if a guy leaned forward and placed his face in her snatch, she would instruct him on the no-touching policy. Either one of two things was going to happen. He would either back away or he wouldn't. Heather didn't care either way. A week later, she was rubbing her pussy in their face. Frank loved hearing about it/

Since they were touching her pussy with their face, why not let them touch her breasts with their hands? The touching price jumped to $30. Mr. Trucker would beat off with one hand and grope Heather with the other. Heather was making $250 for thirty minutes of work. She stayed busy her entire 8-hour shift. Sometimes she worked an additional two hours. I will let you do the math.

One man (Jeremy) came in who was not a regular. He didn't have the trucker pot belly, bad back, and bad breath. He clearly worked out and used the tanning booth--no tan lines. Jeremy had washboard abs and a great dick. He was feeling Heather up in the back room. The sexual tension was too much. She crossed the line and grabbed his fine-looking dick. She used the oil on his balls and shaft. Jeremy leaned back. He knew this wasn't quite right, but was in no position to complain. Heather decided to try out taint finger. He blew his load hard. It squirted up. It was one of those "hit the ceiling" cummers. It didn't get up that high, but it managed to leave a big wet spot on the sheets, more than the usual misplaced drop.

Heather, realizing what she had done, said, "I'm sorry. I should not have done that."

Jeremy winked. "Your secret is safe with me. Same time next week? I am in love with your hand."

Heather gave a reluctant nod. She felt blackmailed into giving a handjob. She told Frank she jerked off a customer, describing how his cock erupted like Mt. Vesuvius when she pressed his cum button. Oddly, Jeremy never returned.

Frank responded, "Just one? What about those poor truckers out to save America?"

The next day, Heather offered $300 hand jobs to all cummers. It wasn't long before word got out that Baby Doll was giving out happy-ending rubs. She couldn't beat off the guys fast enough. The nice thing was that the 30-minute limit didn't restrain Heather. It was the max time. She could achieve her goals in 10 minutes by pushing their button. Then it happened. It finally happened.

Her Uncle Kevin stopped by as a customer. Both were a bit shocked to see the other at this establishment. They simultaneously said, "I won't tell if you won't tell.... Jinx. Double Jinx."

They laughed. Heather didn't want her Dad to find out. Her husband and Mom already knew, or at least she didn't care if her Mom found out. Giving hand jobs to Truckers was a step up from gangfucking gangstas. Kevin was another case. His overly religious wife believed that sex was only to have children, and they had two. She was not ready for another one. She expected Kevin to be celibate too, since they both had experienced a lifetime of sex.

Kevin was technically Heather's uncle. Both Kevin and Tammy were adopted, so they were not blood-related, as far as they knew. What Heather did not know was that Kevin did fuck her Mom. Neither of them bragged about it. It was their dirty little secret, and Tammy hadn't fucked him in over a decade.

The $300 hand job was a bit steep for Kevin. He asked for a family discount. They agreed on $250. Kevin had just opened a bar he inherited from his grandfather. Tammy was disowned for about a dozen reasons. "Trueheart's" would open soon, with the COVID bans being lifted. He borrowed her name. Her brother Josh worked there and played in a band on the weekends. He was a drummer.

Heather was surprised that Kevin had such a nice dick. He enjoyed feeling up his niece's tits more than fingering her pussy, although he did that too. Kevin was having a ball. He always wanted to see his niece naked. It was like crossing something off a bucket list.

As the handjob progressed, Kevin placed his hand on Heather's head and moved it toward his cock. Heather resisted, but Kevin was more forceful. She didn't want to start a squabble and at the same time didn't want to pass up an excuse to suck a dick. She wrapped her lips around his dick and jerked it a few times. Kevin grabbed her tit and exploded in his niece's mouth before she could finger him.

No mess. No clean-up. Seemed like a better business model, and Heather loved to suck dick. Heather balked. Kevin said he would see her again next month after he saved up some money.

Heather told Frank that she sucked a dick that day from an insistent customer. She told him that she could have said no. She didn't want Frank to think she was mouth raped. She left out the part about it being her uncle. He just wanted sexual details; she kept telling herself.

Next month with Kevin never happened. It seemed someone offered a handjob to an Illinois state agent. The place was permanently shut down. Heather now had an arrest record. Class A misdemeanor and a $2500 fine. She was more concerned about what Jimmie B would do.

Part 2: Trueheart's

Jimmie was pissed but semi-forgiving. He had to move his trailer out of Illinois. Heather suggested the strip joint's huge parking lot in Kalamazoo. It would be different clients. Guys who were horny after watching all-nude strippers. It was close enough that he could staff it with his own girls. He gave the strip-joint owner a cut, and the good part was that they could share girls as needed. Strippers would rather get handed $110 for lying there naked for one guy than making it by having 100 fingers, a dollar at a time, sticking them in her crotch. Jimmie landed on his feet.

Heather now had a criminal record. Frank didn't say anything, but she suspected he was upset; She also knew he would get over it. She blamed him. The CFO spot at Goldman Sachs was now really out of reach. Her employment opportunities were limited.

In stepped Kevin. He could use another bartender. He explained to Heather, "All you have to do is open a bottle of Bud, collect the money, and flirt with the customers. "

Heather knew she could flirt with the customers. She wasn't sure of all that other shit. She also told Kevin there would be no handjobs or blowjobs. She didn't want to have to explain her uncle to her husband on top of the arrest.

Heather got into the groove. The tops were twisting off the bottles with a little practice. She learned they had two wines: Red and white. She put her accounting skills to work adding up bar tabs. And she flirted. The place was a bit like Cheers on Tuesdays, when it was all locals. Dr. Freud, her old college professor, was a regular. He still called her Miss Trueheart, even though she was married. Charlie was someone she grew up with. He would play dolls with her, but he was not gay. At that age, Heather thought he would be a doctor, as that was his favorite game. As it turned out, Charlie was a bit slow. Not grocery store bagboy slow, but more like Lowe's stocker slow. He was completely functional and had had a crush on Heather his whole life. He was devastated when he found out she got married. Her brother Josh and Uncle Kevin were there. Josh played drums on the weekend and worked the kitchen with Kevin during the week. They were closed Sundays and Mondays. Kevin's wife was against the bar, and there was no way it would be open on the Lord's Day. Mondays were too slow to keep open. Typically so were Tuesdays. The grill was closed that day.

Heather went to college with Tod, spelled with one "D". His Dad, Mike, was a lawyer who specialized in wills. Mike was hit-or-miss on Tuesdays. Carol and Gina were the token lesbians. Heather went to school with Carol when she had a faint mustache. People teased her and called her "Karl" behind her back. They liked to shoot pool and avoid harassment. They had a home at Trueheart's on a Tuesday. Sometimes Tod brought in his football buddies, Josh would bring in other band members, and Dr. Freud would bring in other professors from college. Heather got to know them all over time. The tips sucked on Tuesday, but Friday and Saturday made up for it.

Frank suggested that if Heather wanted better tips, maybe she should show some cleavage.

Frank could always say the right thing at the right time. Heather decided to take his "fatherly" advice and show some tit. It would be known as Titty Tuesday at Trueheart's.

Heather bought a couple of pairs of Casual Denim Short Dungarees Overalls. They covered up everything, and if she were naked under them, it would show off a massive amount of side breast. Everyone complimented her on her outfit the following Tuesday. Suddenly everyone wanted a bar stool in case a boob suddenly slipped out.

The lesbians and Professor Freud tipped more, but overall the evening was a bust. Around eleven o'clock, when it looked like there would be no more new customers because of the heavy rain, Kevin walked up next to Heather, waved around a sawbuck so everyone could see it, and then made it disappear behind Heather's bibs. It was clear her Uncle was feeling her up. He brought the ten back out and placed it in her bib pocket on her chest and patted her boobs one more time.

Heather was as surprised as anyone. Kevin knew Heather was busted for prostitution. It was public knowledge, but no one else really knew. It was not something she wanted to talk about. She let her Uncle, have his way with a feel. Heather's brother Josh was most surprised. He had been left out of the loop of the family's sexual secrets.

Dr. Freud, her old professor, pulled out a ten. He held it up to Heather to see if this was a "thing" or just a one-off. Heather leaned forward. It was a "thing" as the old man felt his former student's tit, fulfilling his classroom fantasy.

"I can't tell you how long I wanted to do this," Freud said with a boyish smile.

Heather just said, "Thank you for the tip, Dr. Freud." Heather's thank you was an indication that it was tips for tit.

"Please, call me Martin. Daddy if you want more."

Heather smiled and batted her eyes, "Thank you, Daddy."

Martin was getting hard.

Her special friend Charley took out his last twenty and asked for two tens. He promptly tipped Heather's tits, back to back. He was out of cash. He was asking to borrow, but found no lenders. He nursed his final beer. Tod, who shared a class with Heather before COVID, was ready for a beer. She gave him change for his twenty. He held up a ten and got his feel.

The girls were playing pool, but couldn't help but notice the events. Carol came over and got two more Mike's Hard Lemonades, which they carried just for them. Two Dogs was no longer available. She also tipped, gently kneading her breast. Gina was pissed and told Carol so. Out of spite, she gave Heather a ten too. Heather was open to women copping revenge feels as long as they paid.

Martin got another beer. He held out a twenty. "Can I touch them both at the same time?"

Heather leaned forward and pointed to her pocket. The twenty slipped into the bib, and a hand slipped in on each side. Martin was feeling up both titties at the same time. Heather was generous with her time. Just as Martin was finishing up, Kevin came up behind her, slipped her a twenty and felt her up from behind. She could feel his hard dick in her ass. It didn't pay as well as the massage parlor or working with her mom, but it's a fun way to make a living.

Her professor was the only person left with cash. Martin asked, "How much to see them?'

It wouldn't be just Martin. It would be the whole bar, including her brother, who had suddenly taken a keen interest in his sister. Tod would see them; Creepy Charley would see them as well as a couple of lesbians. She believes her brother Josh has already seen them when she discovered a spy cam in her bedroom. It could not have been there long. That is why Heather moved into a dorm room. She never said anything. Had she found it today, she would have charged Josh to leave it there and given him a show.

Heather surveyed the bar. Everyone was attentive; even the pool players were looking over.

"It would be a dollar a second, 100 seconds minimum. No touching. That would be extra." Heather firmly told him.

Frank reached down to his shoe and pulled out his sock money. He handed Heather a Benjamin. She had seen enough of these before. She wondered if he knew Jimmie B. She stuffed the bill in her Bib. The place went silent. There wasn't even the sound of pool balls colliding.

Heather undid the calabash buckles. The bib fell forward, and her boobs were set free. She looked around the bar. Her brother had his mouth open. Martin was up front with nipples nearly poking his eyes out. The ladies moved in behind him. Heather used her phone to time.

"Twenty dollars if I can feel them while they're out." Martin chimed in. "Had you done this while you were in my class, you could have had an Easy "A".

Who knew her Psych 101 Professor was such a perv. Heather took the money and thrust her tits out. Martin played with her tits in front of her Uncle, Brother, and friends. She let him play with her tits until the time ran out. She was thinking about next Titty Tuesday.

At 100 seconds, Heather said, "Time!" She slowly redid the connections, taking her time, pretending to have trouble with them.

Kevin announced. "Show's over, Closing Time."

Heather got home, and Frank was waiting up. He smiled and said, "I heard reports about you."

It could only be her snitch brother. "I am going to shower; come with me, and I will tell you all about it. "

It has been a while since they showered together. In fact, it was before Frank's orgasm, which was many moons ago. Showering is not difficult. Heather lathered up Frank's cock and balls, while he made sure Heather's tits were clean from all that touching.

Heather told Frank everything, starting with her Uncle feeling her tits, how girls felt her tits. She told him how her Professor was there, acting a perv. She also mentioned her brother really enjoyed the show.

"What a family," Frank thought. He was thinking of Tammy being fucked up the ass and Heather with a black dick down her throat. The idea of her being felt up by her own Uncle (he didn't know he was adopted) stirred Frank.

Heather felt his dick grow in her hands as she kept the soap and strokes going. As soon as he was hard enough, rinse, suck, repeat. Heather, on her knees in the shower, Frank was able to cum again, twice in one year. His dick was improving.

There wasn't any excitement the rest of the week. Josh and Kevin said they heard people talking about what happened Tuesday. Kevin joked he needed to order more beer for Tuesday. Heather told him to get more Hard Lemonade.

Tuesday rolled around, and Heather wore a similar outfit except this time with a far smaller bib. It was barely wide enough to cover the nipples. The white color contrasted with her tan. Her areolas were visible on both sides of the bib. And it wasn't as if Heather had large ones. The waistline was at the visible butt crack. Everything was loose enough to slip a hand inside. Heather hated wearing panties at work.

The bar was packed on Tuesday. Martin brought Dr. Dickens, the English professor. Heather imagined they would be on a first-name basis after tonight. Tod brought some teammates. Charley's Lowe's friends and a whole bunch of Carol's friends were there. Kevin thought it would be a good idea for him and Josh to handle the bar while Heather gathered her tips outside, going from stool to stool. He made the crowd wait until late in the evening when they were good and drunk and stupid.

Kevin said, "Family first," as he waved a $10 at Heather.

"Not hardly," Heather responded. "Maybe after closing."

Music played on the Jukebox. It was not worth dancing to. Tod was in chair #1, followed by his buff friends. Heather imagined servicing this group instead of Jimmie's. She recognized the faces from college, but the names eluded her. They were not regulars. Many customers had stacks of tens.

Heather chatted a little with each person before she sat and squirmed on their lap. Tod handed her a ten and slipped his hand under her bib, which had moved between her breasts, exposing both of them. It was a better look. Heather went with the ever-popular tits-out look. Tod took out a second ten. Heather rubbed his crotch as long as the money flowed. With the third bill, Heather led his hand to her money maker. Tod touched her pussy. The guys next to him noticed and got change, adding to their stacks.

She flirted with the guys, "Long time no see" type of stuff, trying not to reveal she had no idea who they were. She did recall Clifford; he was the Dean's kid or something. Heather looked at the crowded bar and decided it would be best to stop the lap dance and groping session at $100 per person. People get impatient. She was well fingered by the footballers. She was moist. She gave each donor a peck on the cheek and a thank you. Trueheart-Fink left her mark. Her lipstick was bright red.

Jimmie B had shown up. Heather apologized for fucking up his money laundering gig. She added, "I would have sent you a card, but Hallmark doesn't make one for it."

Jimmie B. smirked and said, "It actually worked out for the better." They talked about how her Mom was doing. Jimmie was pleased with her. She was a keeper. She gave Jimmie a lap dance, and he placed a Benjamin in her hand without groping her--a class act for a guy with an 11-inch dick.

Dr. Freud had a stack of tens. Somewhere there was a bank without any sawbucks. Heather was determined to stick to her plan of doing just a hundred before a repeat. He wore an anticipatory, demented look, just short of hand-wringing. She broke the ice by asking about her daughter Julie, even though she talked to her almost daily, receiving unsolicited video updates. It was clear her professor didn't want to talk about the state of affairs at home. He was busy mauling Heather's tits, rougher than most of the guys, but not hurting. He needed to jam his finger in her pussy. It was his money, and Heather's only blamed herself for making her pussy fair game as a marketing ploy.

Martin went a little over his allotment, but he was handing out his money faster than the other guys. He missed his calling as a drunk rapper in a strip club.

Sitting next to him was Heather's Literature professor, Dr. Dickens. His name wasn't really Dickens, but his love for the author earned him the moniker, which he embraced and used when he introduced himself to the class. Some students loved him; others hated him. He was the best of teachers and the worst of teachers. As Heather stepped up to him with her hair blonder than usual and her double D's poking out, Dickens gleefully said, "It's a dear good world. And I love it."

Heather smiled at him and rubbed on his crotch. "You do get an 'A" he gleamed as he massaged her exposed breasts. Heather liked running into old acquaintances, especially when they paid her for the reunion. Dickens was a tit-man. He only placed one bill in her crotch area. He was old-school and loved the bush.

She expected Charley to be here. He was not. Now it was time for Heather to run a gauntlet of women. Gina was there without Carol. Heather only knew her from Carol. She had flaming red hair, and most people called her "Ginger" because she resembled someone on "Gilligan's Island," which Heather had never seen.

Heather liked the soft touches of her woman clients. They would gently touch her breast and her nipples. They gently inserted a wet finger into her pussy and then stuck the finger in their mouth. They wanted to taste the pussy of a woman who was centerfold material. Heather could have danced for them all night. Unfortunately, none of them had more than fifty dollars, except the exotic-looking Sofia, dressed in black leather. She did a full one hundred dollars. The lesbians looked up to her as the Alpha.

People were sitting at tables watching, mostly older men. These were the cheap seats. No one had any bills out. Heather returned to Tod to make a second pass. Tammy went more quickly. She discovered the first two bills went quickly, then the tipper slowed down. The guys got a quick feel and very little lap dance before she went on to the next guy. She did give them a longer kiss and a sweet "Thank you." She was so fuckablity sweet.

Closing time, everyone left except Money Bags Martin. Her brother Josh and Uncle Kevin locked the door behind them. "Are you ready to dance for us?" Kevin asked hopefully.

"Not for free," Heather said, leaving the door open to dance. They watched her staring at their well-fed tip jar. They could not plead poverty.

"We will split our tip," Josh offered.

"That might get me to dance for one of you. What about the other one of you and "Money Bags over there?" indicating Martin. She had learned a lot from Mom. Too bad nobody had any coke.

They bargained back and forth. The guys could not win. Heather held all the pussy. They hit a compromise. The entire tip jar and the professor's stack of sawbucks. Clearly, he had intended to spend them all since he made a run on the bank. Heather quickly flipped through the bills. It's close to $500, but certainly no less than $300. And she didn't have to fuck. Tammy would have been proud.

Music played, and Heather danced as she would at the club, except her tits were already out. She grabbed their crotches rather than just dry hump them. They had to wait three songs until the overalls were completely off. Eyes fell from her boobs to her pussy. Now was the payoff time. She gave the boys nude lap dances with no restriction on touching. Josh didn't mind that she was his sister.

Heather did a number on Josh. Her nude body rubbed up and down on his pants. She could feel his erect dick in her butt. She found a sweet spot. Josh had one hand on Heather's breasts and another on her pussy. He was more into feeling her fine hairs than seeing how many fingers he could hide.

Josh was rewarded for his efforts. He came in his pants. He quickly tried to cover it up. It was noticed, and no one said anything. Embarrassed, he got up and left. A prime example of "be careful what you wish for."

Kevin said, "Me next. Do me!"

Money Bags, who sponsored the show, would have to wait. After all, Family first. Heather doubted Freud knew she and Uncle Kevin weren't blood-related. It really didn't matter after making her brother cum. Hey, little sister, what have you done?

Kevin patted his lap as Heather placed her nude ass squarely on the bulge in his pants. She moved around. Kevin moved Heather off to do a Juan Soto adjustment. Now that his dick was properly placed, Heather plopped on his lap. It was not a soft landing. She was having fun.

The plop did not deter her ever-horny Uncle. His hand roamed over her body as Heather leaned back, her hair in his face, whispering encouragement in his ear. "You like that wet pussy? That's it, Uncle Kevin, play with my tits."

Kevin stopped groping and grabbed Heather by the hips and helped her rub against him. Two loads down.

Freud had a different idea. Who da thunk it. He instructed Heather to sit down as he felt up her boobs and worked his way down. He made his way to her pussy and finger-fucked her. Kevin watched, and Josh missed watching his sister being finger-banged by her teacher.

"You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen," he complimented.

Heather enjoyed the compliment, even if it was from the degenerate father of her BFF. She knew she had a great-looking pussy from spending hours in the mirror and comparing it to Julie's and the various stage Crystals. Her lips were neat and tight. The hair was fine and blond, nearly invisible, appealing to those who like bald and hair both.

With the constant motion, Heather was soaked. The chair she was sitting on was getting wet. She instinctively grabbed Freud's head and directed it to her pussy, forgiving him for the moment for being a creep. Not passing up a once-in-a-lifetime moment, Martin went down on his former student. He got up close and personal. Her juices flowed on his face faster than he could lap them up. If Heather had asked for an "A" on a blank paper doctoral thesis, she would have had it.

Dr. Heather stopped juicing and was panting, catching her breath. She gave the creep a big open-mouthed wet kiss, tasting her own juices. Martin "romantically" squeezed her butt cheeks.

And with that, the first of the great Titty Tuesdays was over. Heather said to Kevin, "You might want to wash that lipstick off your face." How many breakups her lipstick caused that night would be debated for decades.

At home, she sucked on Frank's balls, pulling them out of her mouth only to relate the details. She did mention making her brother cum in his pants and the great climactic finger fucking. It was too soon after Frank's last orgasm to solicit a response.

Part 3: Trueheart's Poker Game

Back at work, Kevin put an end to Titty Tuesday. His wife was full of questions, plus he could lose his license. Her fans showed up as usual. Heather dressed like her mother, in a short skirt and a tied blouse with killer cleavage. She had her hair in a long ponytail. Her high rollers were kicking around an idea for a different venue. Tod wanted her for a dorm party gangbang. Martin asked her to come home with him. He had a wife, 5 daughters, a son, and a fucking dog on top of that. Was he high? Charley proposed. Heather explained she was married and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. He had forgotten.

Heather talked it over with Frank and asked him what he wanted to hear about. Frank said, "I would really like to hear how you college professor could pull it off, but I don't believe it would be as arousing as a Frat boy gangbang.

Heather knew her mother would not have turned it down, but her dance card was full. She played out the scenario in her mind. Once the boys discovered she had a magic pussy, a line would form, and they would be busing nerds in from out of state. She could give them all blow jobs with a taint finger. Her mother had done it. She consulted her notes.

The last time Heather got gang-banged for hours, she was mostly a fluffer. She doubted if the college kids living off their parents' allowance could come up with 15 thousand dollars and all the coke she could do. Once you set the bar high, it is hard to lower it. Heather wanted dick and cash. She was buying a black Audi.

Back at the bar, things had slowed down. The TV was on. An ad came on about a poker tournament at the Terra Haute Casino. She ran the idea by Kevin. They could do a poker night on Sunday when they are closed--a cover charge to filter out the riff-raff (Sorry, Charley) and sell overpriced drinks. I could waitress with my Mom topless for tips.

Kevin said. "Not Sunday." No fucking way would Marge go for it. I will sleep on it."

They set it up for two weeks later, wanting to get the word out. Heather called her Mom to ask for her help. Tammy explained, "I would love to, dear, but Monday is rewards night for Jimmie's top five employees of the week." Somehow this always included Fat Tony. What is his job?

It was difficult for Heather to get the picture out of her head of her Mom blowing and fucking Fat Tony every week, especially when she had actual photos on her phone. She wondered how many times his fat ass had been finger-tainted by her mom.

Not knowing the phone numbers of anyone named Crystal or Krystal, she thought of Julie. This really wasn't her scene, but neither was stripping and being fucked with a dildo, until Julie introduced Heather to it. One ringy dingy.

Heather explained being a topless beer fetcher for tips. It would be a fun re-bonding adventure. She mentioned the guys would be doing some groping. Julie said, "I could do that."

And Heather quickly added, "Andtheremightbesomesex."

"A little sex or a lot of sex?" Julie asked as if she was leaning.

Heather responded, "I can't honestly say, but you can set your own price and reject anyone you want. AND there might be some girls there looking for girl-on-girl action. Remember Ginger from Gilligan's Island?'

"Never seen it," Julie said as she checked out photos of Tina Louise on her phone.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Heather continued, "And one last thing:," She cringed. Your father will most likely be there."

She expected a rejection, and then Heather would have to open up, saying it was okay as they were not blood-related and how she blew her Uncle Kevin and dry-humped her brother to a climax while getting fingered, and ate her mother. She hadn't planned on mentioning her dad, Dr. Freud, going down on her. But thankfully she didn't have to.

"We need to talk," Julie almost whispered.

"I thought that was what we were doing."

"In person." Julie insisted.

Heather was anxious. "I will come right over."

"NO!" Julie shouted. I will come to you.

Julie showed up. Heather let her in. Frank was in the great room watching reruns of "Gilligan's Island." Frank got up to greet Julie as the musical Hamlet started. It was Frank's favorite episode. He had met Julie at the wedding, and Frank also knew her from the dildo-disappearing magic act video. He'd also seen her strip on stage. Heather looked at Frank. "Could you give us a minute?

Julie said. "No. Frank should hear this too. It is better he heard it directly from me than second-hand."

Ouch! Heather was accused of telling Frank secrets. Okay, she did. It was a condition of their open marriage, which so far was one way. For those keeping score at home, it is Heather infinity, Frank 0.

They all sat on a white leather sofa. Frank paused. "Gilligan's Island." Julie took a deep breath and started. "There was a reason why I stayed at the dorm. I could not study at home. When Arthur (her brother) came of age, his hormones made him difficult to live with, especially with five sisters. He was spying, groping, and nearly raped us. He liked to tickle as an excuse to touch us. Dad brought in a family therapist just after he turned 18, when he was too strong for us to fight him off. We all agreed to follow her advice to the letter. Because of Arthur's hyper condition, he wasn't going to change anytime soon. Since none of us were blood-related, the therapist suggested we try "free use" for the next several years. Arthur could use anyone sexually during this time, and no one could refuse. She added, to be fair, that privilege was extended to my Dad, Mom, and all of us daughters. When I got an opportunity to remove everyone's favorite fuck toy, I left. Since I have been back, I have locked myself in my room. It isn't foolproof, but then again, I don't need to study."

Heather thought Julie was well composed considering the trauma of being a brother-blower, father-fucker, mother-fucker, sister-scissoring victim. She hugged Julie.

"I didn't want you to be shocked if and when my Dad demanded sex from me. I just wanted you to know what the situation was, and I was okay with it." Well, sort of.

Heather let Julie think that she would have sex with her Dad. Little did she know that her dad had tasted the prettiest pussy in the world. She suspected she would be the one, should things become sexual. They invited Frank to come and play poker and watch. He declined and said, "Take notes and tell me about it later."

During the next week, Heather talked to Julie and to Frank about Julie moving into one of the spare bedrooms. Heather informed Frank she could be like a second wife. Julie agreed to allow Frank to feel her up and fuck her when capable. They would even toss in a girl-girl show. Julie would keep doing her web show and pay her way.

Frank did his "Family Affair" Uncle Bill thing, rubbing his face and massaging his head in deep thought. "Why don't we wait until after the game? Dr. Freud will be one of your benefactors, and he might be pissed at both of you if Julie moved out right before. It could make for a bad evening."

The girls both knew Frank was right. They planned to drain her dad as much as possible before laying the news on him. Julie felt good knowing her days as a fuck-toy were about over. All she needed was one good night, and then she would have to deal with Frank. She assumed Heather had shown him her videos, even though she never said anything.

The girls wore matching outfits, G-strings, heels, and smiles. The G-strings were useful for collecting tips, although paid-for chips were okay too. To generate players, Kevin started a rumor that there might be sex, but it might be pricey.

Monday night turned out to be nice, weather-wise. Josh was the doorman. He collected the $50 entry fee. Inside, they were greeted by their friendly, smiling hostess with their tits akimbo. Kevin exchanged their cash for chips. The minimum buy-in was $500. Most people got paid a few days ago on Friday. And they upped the drink price, with the special being a Slo Comfortable Screw. Not that there would be sex. Julie looked exotic with her deep blue contacts.

Tod and his group arrived early. His group included Clifford Wormer, the Dean's son, Jack Crabbe, and Ben Braddock. The latter two had won the Hoffman scholarship. Heather recalled the faces and fingers from Titty Tuesday. They all greeted Hitomi and were so glad she was here. She was world-famous at the college.

Gina (aka Ginger) followed next. She brought a looker with her, Sofia Falcone, the mayor's daughter, who had been there before. Heather escorted them to a table. She quietly told the couple that Julie was into girls. They liked that thought and got a couple of specials. Sofia toasted with Gina, "Cent'anni."

Dr. Freud showed up with a bunch of teachers. They sometimes played poker together and moved their day. Freud was delighted to see his daughter, just dying to touch her tits. He had to maintain appearances for now. Literature Professor Dickens was with him. He looked at the tits and exclaimed, "GREAT SEXPECTATIONS!"

How predictable. Heather reached out her palm to Julie and said, "Pay me."

There were a few other teachers. Dr. Prior, the history professor, and Dr. Orchid, who taught biology, were there. She said, "Don't you girls look delicious." Who knew she liked girls?

Mr. Median, who taught math, was last in the group. He greeted Julie and Heather. "Ah, Katie, you are looking very lovely today."

"It's Heather." You would think he'd remember her.

They had six at one table and five professors at another. Kevin, playing banker, took their cash in exchange for chips. He placed a sealed deck of cards on each table.

Before they could deal, one more player arrived. It was Jimmie B., a notorious businessman. "Got room for one more?"

Heather ran over to him, screaming, "Jimmieee," and hugged him. He was there on Titty Tuesday; still, everyone wondered how white bread Heather knew him. "How's Mom?"

"She's good. She is real busy handing out rewards." Jimmie gave Heather a knowing wink and a pat on her naked butt cheek. Heather worked the Jimmie and professor's table, which included one woman of unknown sexual orientation. Julia worked the table with her Hitomi fans and two women of known sexual orientation. They had all night to work the crowd. They were splitting tips so there was no competition between them. Kevin and Josh split the door receipts, and the girls would give them 10% of their cut.

Freud spent a lot of time looking at his daughter. It did not go unnoticed by the other teachers. Josh had come inside and locked the door. He was gawking at Julie while fixing drinks.

When serving drinks, the girls would be next to the player with their boobs touching the arm or chest. It was their way to say, "tip me."

There was a multitude of ways to tip. There was nothing standard. Some used chips, others used cash. Some would stick bills down the G-String, others would hand them chips, and then play with their tits. Heather and Julie would hold their strings open so they could get a good look and feel. That was Gina and Sofia's favorite way to tip Julie. They were drunk and happy just like the frat boys who loved their Hitomi. Touching her tits and pussy was a wet dream for them. They cared less about cards. Typically, when she was between two guys, both would tip and touch. She spent a lot of time stretching her string.

Jimmie was one to stick a bill in Heather's sting gently. She would open it for him and let him stare at it. He knew it was gold. He was making the rest of the table look bad by tipping twenties. Martin was his typical pig self, always trying to get his fingers in deep. She imagined he would get worse as he drank. Dr. Orchid was polite. She would tell Heather, "Thank you, dear," then give her a gentle pat on the titties and a glance down her G-string. It was almost as if she was doing it out of politeness.

The drinks slowed down. The girls were standing back at the bar for now. Josh was talking to Julie. He was seriously crushing on her. He was trying to find out what food and movies she likes, and to work up the nerve to ask her out. Julie was smiling, trying not to laugh. Then came her Ellen DeGeneres moment as she announced to him: "I'm gay."

Technically, she is bisexual and prefers a rock-hard, silicon battery-powered penis to the real one. Heather was like her mother. She loved real dick and wished she got fucked more. She was envious of her mom, who was getting four strange dicks tonight plus Fat Tony. What the fuck does he do?

They quietly brainstormed how to get more tips. Josh smiled and said, "You could take your G-strings off," as he stared at Julie's crotch.

"Josh, that is not a bad idea," Julie said, kissing him.

"Be careful. He can cream in his jeans." Heather jokingly warned. Josh didn't think it was funny.

Recalling Titty Tuesday, Heather added, "We could offer to sit on their laps butt naked." That should be worth $20." They were not worried about players running out of money. That would just mean they did their job.

The gloves or G-strings were now off. Josh acted as if he had never seen a pussy before. He was like a little boy. He looked sweet, and both girls kissed him. They went to their tables and explained the bargain. Tod and the boys went crazy having a naked Hitomi on their laps. For them it was a Kodak moment. Hands roved over her body, playing with nipples, touching pussy and patting the ass when she got up. The women were more aggressive with Julie. They sucked on her tits.

She comes with titty sucking? The guys demanded a second round on Hitomi, and she was glad to do it. "Suck my tiits."

Meanwhile, Heather was collecting at her table. Professor Orchid was indeed a lesbian. Her prim demeanor ended with a naked pussy on her lap and tits in her face. Her colleagues looked shocked as she sucked on Heather's tits.

She sat on Jimmie B's lap, and even he could not be as polite as before. As he was massaging Heather's breasts, she whispered in his ear, "Got coke?"

Jimmie smiled and gently nodded in the affirmative. "You know the deal."

Heather took that as having to do a line off of his cock.

Heather did the other players and saved Fingers Freud for last. He loved his new toy. After sticking his finger in Heather, he would rub the juice under his nose. As Heather got up, Freud brought out another $20. Heather felt violated but concentrated on the influx of Jacksons.

The girls swapped tables. Jimmie and the professors liked the larger tits Julie brought to the table, plus she had a bush. They tended to rub her pussy hairs and did less finger insertion. Julie was planning to skip her dad, for optics. Freud was aroused to the point he didn't care. He grabbed her by the hand and said, "Forgetting someone?"

Jimmie was poised, ready to come to Julie's rescue. "Are you okay?

Julie smiled at Jimmie and sat on her Daddy's lap, just like they were at home. The professors looked at each other with raised eyebrows as they watched Martin feel up his own daughter. Tod and his boys rubbernecked and talked about what was happening.

Heather assured the guys everything was alright, though she wasn't sure herself. She wanted them to concentrate on feeling her tit instead of watching Julie being groped by her father. This night would be a paradigm shift in student-teacher, father-daughter relationships.

While on Gina's lap, she got a proposal. "How much for you to eat me?"

Heather informed her, "Julie is a much better pussy eater than I am; maybe you should talk to her."

Gina responded with a universal truth: "There is no such thing as bad pussy eating. I want you."

Heather quoted her a $200 price but told her, "Later," and that "it would be here and everyone would watch."

Gina didn't mind being an exhibitionist. Sofia was salivating for Julie.

The girl's tips were taking hundreds off the tables. Players were getting tapped out and left. Six remained, and they decided to combine into one table. The drinks were slowing down. The naked servers were now standing behind the bar. Josh and Kevin had raging hard-ons.

Martin was losing, but he had deep pockets and would buy more chips. Gina and Sofia, with the promise of getting their pussy licked, played conservatively, keeping their chips intact. Jimmie was still there. He knew the game. Ben, an engineering student studying plastics, did well. Mr. Median, who could calculate odds, was able to keep his head above the water. Those who left would regret not bringing more cash. Things were going to get hotter.

Two girls at one table was overkill, especially when two girls on two tables was overkill. The Southern Comfort ran out and the drinks ground to a halt--poor planning.

Julie was in demand between Jimmie's and her Dad's laps. Gina motioned Heather over. "I am down to my last $200 in chips. It is now or never."

Heather dropped to her knees and helped Gina off with her jeans. She thrust her face into the flaming Ginger bush. Gina moaned loudly in ecstasy. Heather was encouraged that her tongue was doing things right. She sucked on her clit. "I want to eat you."

The girls moved their act over to the dance floor. It had been mopped, but was far from clean. Heather went into a 69 position. Gina had never seen such a fine pussy. Bald and not bald. And it tasted like vanilla.

Sofia called Julie over. "Hey, Sweet Tits, I got 2, 250, 265 in chips," she said as she was counting them. "That is it. How about you and I go at it."

There were now 4 girls on the floor in 69 positions. The clothes came off, and they ended up in various daisy-chain and face-sitting configurations. Heather excelled in face sitting. The game was forced to end. Chips were being cashed in, but no one was going anywhere.

Ben was asking, "Do you think we can get in on that action?"

Jimmie B advised, "If you got the money to spend, Don't leave."

Mr. Median didn't leave either. Ben was trying to figure out which wet dream he wanted to do. He was like a kid in a Candy Christian store.

It took the girls a while to finish. Gina was a contrast to Sofia. She had a pale body to match her red hair. Her breasts were overly firm with strawberry nipples. Ben took mental notes. Sofia was a looker with long black hair. She had a skinny ass and nicely trimmed runway. Her skin had an olive glow, similar to Heather's bought tan, except natural. She had a bikini line which drew attention to her slightly paler tits and ass. She did have some nice tits. Humpf. Mayor's daughter had it all.

Heather got wet, but did not orgasm. Julie was a real slut and gushed all over their clients, who only smiled. They all stopped and sighed in unison. They got up and went to the ladies' room, being careful not to step on the sticky part of the floor. Gina and Sofia came out dressed. They thanked their host for a wonderful evening. Sofia left her card so they could contact her about the next romp. She was really hoping for a private session, but was willing to go exhibitionist. She knew everyone there would be quiet or suffer the consequences.

The girls used up a rack of wet paper towels to wipe off all the stickiness. Julie's pussy needed a lot of attention. Heather offered to help out.

Julie said, "That would only make things worse." She could make Heather her one and only.

When they returned to the scene of the crime naked, Ben was waving his money. "Do me! Do me next!" He confessed he didn't know which wet dream to do, as he was afraid he would insult the other one.

"Why fret?" said Heather as she relieved him of $400. "For this we will both suck you. That way you won't miss out on anything." Julie was thinking the same thing. Great minds think alike. Heather undid Ben's pants. She reached inside his Fruit of the Looms and grabbed a hold of his cock. She gave out a fake gasp and said, "Julie, look at this!" It was a nice size, but nothing Heather hasn't handled. The briefs were pulled down, and the two girls both licked a side of his dick. They were sucking on it while licking his balls. They got him on the floor. Heather swallowed his whole cock as a challenge to Julie. It was a ruse. As Julie sucked Ben's dick, attempting to take it all in her mouth, Heather went back to her calling: Face sitting.

In less than 5 minutes, Ben blew his load. He never had a chance. He sat around to watch. He could now tell the world he was blown by the two hottest chicks that ever attended the college.

Julie took math class with Mr. Median. He wanted to fuck her so bad. For a full semester, her tits tortured him (and everyone else in class). She got up on the table and spread his legs. She could take his small dick for $400.

Freud had his eye on Heather. She would rather blow a horse than have sex with Martin. $400 was the going rate. He said to Heather, "I am going to fuck you for hours"

Heather countered, "You won't last 10 minutes."

Freud said, "How about we go double or nothing: me lasting more than 10 minutes?"

Heather saw her chance. "How about if you can't last 10 minutes, you pay me $2,000. If you last longer, I will fuck and suck you every day for a week."

Julie said, "Don't do it, Heather," in between thrusts. Julie recalled him fucking her for an hour while watching two of her sisters eating each other. "Don't do it."

Jimmie B. was the only person in the room, other than Heather, who knew about her magic pussy. She winked at him, and he knew who would win--money in the bank.

Jimmie proclaimed he would take all bets that Heather would win. Julie would know best. They believed her. Mr. Median paused to make a bet, as did Ben. Jimmie looked at Freud, who said, "Can you cover a $1,000?"

Jimmie had cashed in twice that amount in chips. The bet was made. Kevin and Josh watched in amazement. They wanted to bet, but not against their kin.

Heather said, "Let me get you wet first." She licked his entire dick twice over. She pushed his magic button to make him ready to cum. She put her ass on the other table, spread her legs, and said, "Come and get it, professor. Fuck your student."

Heather painted an erotic fantasy. She waited until Freud was comfortable with his thrusts, letting him get into a rhythm. She wanted to get him to go faster. "Come on, baby, fuck that cunt." She winked at Jimmie and worked her magic pussy muscles. Her hot, wet pussy grabbed his dick and forced out his cum.

Heather said, "Looks like there are seven minutes left on the clock."

Freud was flabbergasted. "You witch! What the fuck did you do?" He threw his money down and left. He took pride in his cocksmanship and couldn't believe what had happened.

Mr. Median had dropped his load. The girls went to the restroom again to clean up. They never stock enough paper towels in this place. Julie questioned Heather's use of the "C" word. Heather said it was a magic word that made men cum..

When they returned, Jimmie B was the last player left. "Ready to deep throat me, Princess?"

Heather did a line off his big black cock and pocketed an eight-ball. Kevin caught the action. He was not cool with it.

Heather looked at the $500 on the table. She countered. "For a thousand, I will let you fuck me up the ass."

Jimmie B said, "Are you sure, Baby Girl?"

"I've been practicing with butt plugs. Just use a lot of lube."

Heather got on the floor and offered up her ass.

Jimmie oiled all the equipment and slowly entered.

Heather felt it. "Shit. Oh Fuck. Shit-fuck. "

Mom was right. It hurts, yet it was strangely pleasurable. It got better as things stretched out.

Josh offered Julie his cut to have sex with her. She treated Josh well, sucking his dick and balls before mounting him. He loved playing with her funbags while getting fucked. Jimmie started before Josh but lasted longer. Jimmie thanked his host. He was the only person who walked out with more money than when he came in.

Heather was able to take Jimmie's load in her ass. She now felt she was as good as her Mom. It was harder to clean up. Kevin had planned on fucking Julie next.

It was getting light outside. My God, they were there all night. Before Kevin could drop his pants, there was a loud banging at the door. It was Kevin's wife, Marge, demanding to know what Kevin was doing.

They scrambled to get dressed. Chips and cards were hidden.

"What are you doing, Kevin? "

"We were having an employees' meeting? Kevin lied.

"All night?" and who is she?" indicating Julie, who looked just fucked.

Heather answered, "She is my friend. I don't like driving alone."

The lies were getting thick. Marge wasn't buying it. The goal was to keep her out because the faint smell of sex was still in the air. Kevin left without having sex. Blue balled.

In a tragedy, Mr. Median had a fatal accident on his way home. Story of his life. Julie didn't make it home either. She moved in with Frank and Heather. Dr. Freud would be doubly pissed, but would get over it. He did fuck Heather three minutes more than most people.

The girls were ready for bed as Frank was getting up. He got to hear the details for both points of view, from the titty and pussy play down to the final ass-fucking and Kevin's wife. He wasn't quite ready yet to get erect.

The fallout was that people were asking Kevin about the next event. He could have a dozen tables. Tod was pissed he left, but was saving up for the next one. No one believed Ben that he got a blowjob from both Hitomi and Heather. They believed even less that Heather was a witch with an enchanted pussy.

The next event would not take place. There was no way in hell Kevin's wife would tolerate another long employees' meeting. He also didn't approve of the drugs he saw. He was afraid of getting shut down.

Over the next month, Frank got better. He was able to finally fuck the enchanted pussy. He also got a three-way with Julie, who was now sleeping in their bed. He grew used to waking up to see Julie's face deep in Heather's crotch. Heather considered it a modified version of face sitting. It was still her calling.

There were no gigs on the horizon. Just as well. Julie was still busy with her cam. All was right with the world. Cent'anni.

Fred, being weekly functional, told Heather. "I have some special people I want you to meet and use your skills."

Shit-fuck. What next?