Changing Times Chapter 19

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Changing Times Chapter 19

The New Reality

The next morning, Lennie awoke later than usual, about 8 a. m., and felt a warm, soft body wrapped around him. Tenderly clinging to him, her arms were around his torso, one hand on his shoulder and the other down between his legs, gently fondling his soft cock as her warm breath rhythmically exhaled on his neck. A few long wisps of brunette hair were lying on the side of his face. As his consciousness became aware, he nuzzled back into her, his Cindy. It was such an amazing, warm feeling. He couldn't help but smile happily, contentedly.

Slowly waking up, his mind started working, and he realized they didn't go to bed together because Samantha had three dates the night before: two two-hour encounters with regulars and a six-hour engagement with that older, sweet guy, Harry Bridgewater. The next thought was how much Samantha had been seeing old Harry recently. It seemed he was in Seattle for the last month or so, and she was with him most late evenings, with a full overnighter a couple of times a week. And every encounter was at the Four Seasons, he thought again. Damn, he must have one helluva hotel bill. I'll bet Greg was getting some good tips when Harry visited the bar.

Couldn't blame him, being with the sexiest and most beautiful woman who would do anything physically or mentally for him, Lennie thought. If I were old, alone, and worth over a billion dollars, I probably would be, too.

Unlike Lennie, who was 67 and had followed a disciplined workout routine under the guidance of a professional trainer for the last two years, Harry was a small man who had not engaged in any physical workouts for decades and had never really paid attention to his fitness. Harry, on the other hand, was frail and a shadow of what he was decades ago. His health was nowhere near Lennie's, Cindy had told him more than once, and he looked like all of his 70-something years.

During the dates with Harry, instead of getting pounded for hours, Cindy told her pimp and the notes in the SES app that Samantha would make slow, passionate love to him for hours, slowly kissing and fondling in the hopes that he would come at least once. Instead, his desires were met by Sam acting as his late wife, Ruthie, with her magnificent breasts and her ability to let Harry nuzzle into them while softly whispering sweet nothings and fantasizing about her being his late wife. Harry and Samantha would spend hours doing this.

Lennie was now awake and moved just enough to be able to watch Cindy softly sleeping. Her quiet inhaling and exhaling seemed louder than they were, and Lennie was finding solace in simply observing her.

She's so fucking perfect, he thought. She shares herself with other men for gobs of money, but she always comes back to my bed. I guess that is the important thing, his fuzzy mind thought. She honestly enjoys being a whore to her stable of men, and they truly seem to love her, at least most of them; his thoughts wandered. I am sharing her body, but her heart and loyalty are reserved only for me. That's the important thing. He felt a surge of happiness inside him as he thought it. Cindy was his: her mind and her heart.

His eyes were open now, and he stared at the sleeping beauty as he smiled to himself. She is so consistently trustworthy to me. She cares for me and what I want, and she thinks as no other woman has in my life, ever. And if that weren't enough, she has delivered another half-dozen of her sisters to me, who think I'm their hero and will do anything for me.

He racked his mind, trying to find anything similar, and could think of only two couples who had been together for decades and loved each other so completely. Soulmates, he thought. Yeah, those two couples are soulmates. I guess that my soulmate is an experienced, successful prostitute who loves me unconditionally. He snickered to himself and thought, In what world would a prostitute be my soulmate? Whether or not I wanted it to be, I finally found my soulmate after all these years, and she is a prostitute. He grinned a bit at himself. Okay, then. Guess that's the way it is.

He looked down to see the peaceful look on her face, and the warmth inside him grew immensely. Her naked breasts were uncovered, the sheet around her waist, showing off her perfectly formed nudity. He couldn't hold off. He had to touch her. His hand softly slid from her shoulder, down the side of her body, and came to rest on her curvy thigh. Still sleeping but responding, she flipped and pushed her butt into Lennie. Her curvy butt cheeks wiggled back into his groin, and finding his limp dick, she nudged it between them as if to lovingly capture her prize.

"Good morning, baby," Cindy purred, still mostly asleep. "I got in late last night, and you were fast asleep, so I didn't wake you. Ummm, spooning with you feels so good; let's lie here for a while. I love you so much, baby," she whispered. Even in her whispering voice, she was so damned sexy. She was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Lennie couldn't keep his hands to himself and slowly, sensuously touched and softly fondled her perfect skin and feminine curves as if he were reading braille. His hands were reading her every letter, every word. He was reading a masterpiece and couldn't stop.

"Umm, that's nice, baby. I love how your hand is exploring my body. You have such a nice touch, and your hand has the confidence of knowing it owns this body. My body is for you, baby, and it feels so good when you explore it," she whispered.

Lennie kept fondling her curves, and even if he couldn't see which ones they were, memory reminded him how great each curve looked. Cindy, still sleepy but now sensing Lennie's libido rising, gladly made herself ready for her man to take her any way he wanted.

Cindy, now awake enough to respond, turned over and faced Lennie. He moved to kiss her, but she turned her cheek toward him. "Babe, my morning breath. But I douched after my last date, so my pussy is clean for you," Cindy softly spoke. He shook his head and softly turned her face back to his. She received Lennie's first deep, soft kiss of the morning. She reveled in the feeling, warming to the fact that her man was with her and letting her lie there with a sense of peace flooding her body. Eyes closed, she soaked up the love and passion her man gave her.

This is perfect, she thought. I am so lucky that I found Lennie. He accepts me for what I am. Lennie lets me be me.

After the last of the long kisses ended, she wrapped her arms around his back to hold him tightly. Lennie was now awake, peacefully staring at the brunette beauty with her hair mussed and her makeup gone, removed the night before when she went to bed. Even without the makeup, she was flawless. Lennie kissed her again with a bit more passion and then moved slowly down, his lips grazing her neck as his tongue tasted the nape of her neck.

"Ummm, ohh, yeah, Lennie, ohh fuck, that's so nice," Cindy softly whispered. "Yeah, baby, just like that. Enjoy this body; it's yours. Oh yeah, you are so good, sooo gooooddd," she softly moaned as his fingers found her moist smile between her legs and gently zeroed in on what gives her pleasure.

He moved down her body, slowly licking and softly fondling all of her curves, until his mouth reached her pubic strip above her pussy. He continued down to her prize, the scent of her pussy leading him to heaven. His tongue, wet from the tasting spree on the way, licked her hole from below and, passing through it, found her little, hiding clit.

"Ohh, Lennie! Ohh, yes! Right there, baby! God, your tongue is so fucking good!"

Lennie now knew she was waking up as well, because she said "fucking" to emphasize her compliment. If she were still asleep, she would have said much less and maybe just purred. Good, he thought; she's awake enough now to come. I want her to gush all over my face. I want that taste, that smell, that wet feeling of her explosion. I want it now.

He continued his masterful pussy-eating skills, slowly and softly, building passion as he continued. She was tangy, a bit more concentrated than when she just stepped out of a bath, but still so desirable. Her passion from the evening before with Harry had generated a wetness that had dried hours before, gaining a certain character like a fine red wine which had been properly aged. Harry never came inside her, and the scent was a result of her passion. Instead of years, like wine, her pussy taste had aged for the evening, which gave it a seasoned taste. It was a bit strong but glorious and satisfying, which led Lennie to explore even more.

Her eyes still closed, Cindy's awareness took over as she turned onto her back and spread her legs.

"Oh, Lennie, oh yeah. Right there, baby. Oh fuck, your tongue. Oh yeah, just like that. Lick me, baby, lick your pussy. Make her wet, baby. Oh fuck yeah. Ohh! Those fingers are, oh, god, oh, yeah! Just like that! Lick me, stroke me. Oh fuck, yeah, you are sooo good at that!"

He kept going, now with her approval, and his passion kicked in. He wanted, no, needed to taste her wetness. Now he was on a mission, licking, stroking, lapping, and fingering with curling fingers inside her. The prize was close and getting closer with her short, gasping, stunted breaths. White girl-cum was forming on his fingers and leaking out onto her labia. His lips were lapping up her sweet tang as his face was being soaked. The scent pulled him in and whipped him into a frenzy.

Oh God, Lennie! Oh God! Yes, like that! Just like that! Oh God, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Oh Lennie! Oh God, YESSSS!"

She squirted as she shuddered, locking Lennie's head between her silky thighs. Holding him tight, she started to gush as her body shook.

"Ohh, FUCK, YEAH!" she screamed as her body shook uncontrollably. Lennie's face was soaked as she squirted, making Lennie's face and some of his hair a mess. She didn't let go until her tremors subsided. After the final couple of thrusts finished her off, her thighs slowly released Lennie's head from between her legs.

"Come here, baby, let me kiss you. I want to taste myself," Cindy muttered, her body now in a peaceful and satisfied state. Lennie moved up to her, and their lips collided, her arms around his neck. Their tongues slowly and softly danced as she tried to enjoy every drip of her satisfaction, the skills of her man, and the reason it occurred. God, this is perfect, she thought to herself.

"Lennie, can we stay in bed a while?" Cindy asked. "I feel so content right now, and I want you beside me."

"Sure, sweetie. Let's just lie here and enjoy each other's warmth."

"Thank you, baby." Both fell asleep again and woke a couple of hours later, her scent still saturating Lennie's satisfied face.

Lennie woke up first, feeling Cindy's nude body next to him. Am I having too much sex? It never stops around here, his foggy mind told him.

Lennie stopped for a moment and realized the absurdity of what he was thinking about. He was complaining to himself that there were simply too many incredibly beautiful women that he had to have sex with. All he was doing anymore was screwing these willing beauties one after another, and yet he was complaining. At his revelation, he wondered why he felt that way.

Then it hit him: his body couldn't keep up with his imagination. He wanted to please them all, but there was no way he could keep up with the demands. He was bedazzled at how willing and creative these women were to ensure he experienced every sexual fantasy Lennie ever had. And having continuous sex with amazing women was wearing him out. For the first time in memory, he was admitting to himself the limits of aging.

It wasn't like he was ready to be tossed out with the trash, but he realized that he didn't have the sheer sexual appetite he had three decades ago. Another thought hit him. He loved a juicy ribeye steak, but these days the portions were less than half of some of the crazy-huge cuts he grilled at his own barbecue 30 years ago--no judgment, simply a point of information.

And then he thought of his girlfriend and her six work-sisters who lived with him and watched over him like a hawk, catering to his every desire. He truly enjoyed making slow, sweet love, eating their sweet pussies until they creamed all over his face, pounding any of them hard into the mattress and hearing them wail, and anything in between. Just not as much as in his younger years.

Something was missing in his thoughts, and then he realized that just being around these women, one or all of them, was so fulfilling that he could simply be with them to talk or just stare at them and their beautiful bodies. While that may be good for him, he knew these women needed sex of all kinds much more than he ever could deliver, and they needed to continue to work their behind-the-scenes profession to fulfill their physical and emotional needs that he could not meet.

It wasn't fair to his stable of gorgeous girls, all with crazy-high libidos. They could quit their profession; after all, the younger girls were working on their second million, while the seasoned workers were worth five million or much more. Or, as in the case of Taylor and Samantha, well over ten million each. They had also invested it well, owning expensive condominiums and stock portfolios, managed by smart investment firms.

No, it wasn't only about money. It was about how the girls wanted to live their lives. Escorting and "girlfriending" had, over time, become the centerpiece of their lives. All of them loved sex, especially when they controlled the environment. When Lennie accused them of being nymphomaniacs, they simply giggled and laughed. They were not only happy to turn trick after trick with their rich johns, but also proud of the stature of the men they serviced. Safety and sex for profit. Controlling all variables is how SES was built to function. Samantha's Escort Service was built more for the girls who provided those special services than the clients.

Lennie smiled to himself and realized he wasn't dead yet. He could still perform with his collection of feminine riches, making them happy while he drowned in their charms. The girls would always deliver beyond his wildest dreams. His women still sexually want more, a lot more than he could ever give, and that is why being professional girlfriends for the upper crust makes so much sense for their relationship, as unusual as it was. If that's true, what could he do to help the girls attain as much as possible? Samantha created her own marketplace, not just her own company. There was no reason to hinder her in any way from realizing what she was building before they met, Lennie thought.

What a conflicting set of ideas, he pondered. My financial success is beyond my wildest imagination. I'm living in the home of my dreams with an incredible view of the Sound, driving the car I want, eating at the finest restaurants, while increasing my bank account by millions each year. And now, for the last seven months, I have loved an active and highly sought-after prostitute. Her friends all live with me, and they are expensive prostitutes as well.

He looked down at the still-sleeping brunette, and warm feelings saturated his soul as he stared at such magnificent beauty.

Cindy means so much, and she is so special, not just to me, but to many men who are more powerful than I am because they control huge corporations and have more money than I do. For many of Samantha's clientele, Lennie's entire net worth would be viewed as a poor week for their investments.

The irony was too gigantic to ignore.

He then remembered what Cindy, or DJ, or one of the girls told him: they may have bank accounts and assets that dwarf Lennie's, but Lennie is richer. Lennie is the man with seven gorgeous women who do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, not their clients. No, they have to pay thousands of dollars an hour for their presence and access to their charms. Even then, they usually have to wait until one of the girls becomes available. With Lennie, it took nothing more than a wink of the eye or the crook of his index finger to get any one of them naked and pleading with him to perform the dirtiest sex acts he desired.

It hit him: HE was the richest man in the world. Not only did he have everything he could want and complete freedom to do anything anywhere, but he had seven beautiful women who lived with him and considered him their lover and confidant. And their leader, the woman who created the entire sexual ecosystem, the one who was the smartest, yet kindest woman he had ever met, was his girlfriend, his partner, and devoted to him in every way.

No man could claim both, especially not any of the SES clientele. While they had more money than he did, they had to pay for the company of the same women who would fall all over themselves to get Lennie's attention at home, happy to perform any sexual act with him or for him at the snap of his fingers. He realized he wanted to honor these women, his girls, for getting him there while respecting them for what they do.

It was Saturday afternoon, and Lennie walked downstairs to the office. Whose it was was now questionable, but it was getting full use in any case. He walked to the door, and a smiling DJ looked up from the desk, typing notes on the computer while talking on her Bluetooth headset.

"Let me see, Cal. I'm checking their schedules now, and it's tough to find a time you requested when both Sam and Trinity are unavailable for at least a month. Are you sure that you can't substitute one of them for another girl? I can pair you with Kaylani and Samantha on Tuesday evening, or Trinity with either Kaylani or Maria on Wednesday at the same time." Lennie watched her silently as she waited for him to finish speaking. "Uh-huh, yeah, that's all I can do until next week, and you told me you are in Florida for business then." She looked up and saw Lennie at the door. He moved his hands, signifying he wanted to talk with her.

"Just a minute, Cal, I have to talk to someone for a bit. Can you hold?"

She looked up at Lennie, smiling at seeing the gray-haired man for the first time today. "What is it, Lennie?"

"Did you run those reports I asked you to print out?" He was acting not just as a man, but as the girls' business manager. He was taking his role as their pimp seriously.

"The revenue and the body count skin reports--yep, here they are." She handed him the two long reports. He perused them while DJ continued talking to a client about arranging a threesome with him and his desired girls, Sam and Trinity.

"Ahh," Lennie said to nobody in particular. "Look at that!"

DJ looked up at him and said, "What?"

"The girls, and your amazing efforts scheduling them, of course, have exceeded their goals! Look at the skin report."

The skin report was a summary of how many men each woman had pleasured, along with a brief recap of the acts they performed. The girls used it as an index of how well the clients thought they were performing. It was much more detailed than the one last summer, when Lennie first learned of the report, the one that had the girls working as much as they could to counteract the negative customer response to being unavailable.

"All the top 50 clients of the last two years have had multiple dates in the last three months, and the top ones have had weeks of skin time with their favorite girls."

Lennie had started using the same phrases the girls used in their work.

"Skin-to-skin" time, or simply "skin time", was a phrase that meant the same as face-to-face time, but in their world, it meant they were naked and actively having any sex or other paid encounter the client wanted. Skin-to-skin time meant they were naked and fucking any way the client wished. It was the best way they could quantify whether the client was getting what they wanted, measured in sexual or sensual acts, not just money. In the last three months, it had become the focus of the girls' professional activities.

"Cal, can I call you back in a few minutes?" DJ spoke into her headset. "I have to talk with my manager about something new that came up. I will call you back in ten, alright?"

"I hadn't had a chance to review these reports yet, Lennie," DJ said. She continued. He handed her the reports, and she quickly perused them.

"I didn't realize the girls had made so much money the last three months, Lennie. And, wow, look at that! The skin time has, of course, gone up dramatically. Look at Jackson Haggarty; he has had over thirteen weeks of skin time, a little over four with Sam, over two weeks with Maria, and ten additional encounters over a few months. He had a 48-hour double overnighter with Michelle, and more than a full week when added each, with Lori and Fiona, too. And look, he has been using Alexis and Summer more than ever before, as well as trying out the three newest housewives, Kit, London, and Courtney, multiple times," she stated. Adding up the times, DJ was surprised when she told Lennie, "Shit, that's over eighty days in the last four months."

"Yep," Lennie answered, "and because of Cindy's successful desire to recommit to the client base, the girls are all caught up now. Everyone has been so busy, they forgot the goal in the first place."

DJ smiled, pleased at being a part of the shared success. Lennie continued.

"So, what we are going to do is have a mini-vacation for three days, starting Monday morning. You too, DJ. I expect you to leave a message for callers explaining that the service will be unavailable for a few days and will be back on Friday, and that clients should leave any desired requests for girls as a voice message. You won't be available until Thursday afternoon to confirm. Got it?" It wasn't a request but an order: an order from a pimp to one of his girls. Lennie was starting to take charge in the role he had been given and now began to understand exactly what that meant.

"But Lennie, what about the housewives? They already have several dates, and I spend most of my time on the phone, scheduling them. What will I do about them if I am offline?" DJ was concerned about the reputation of the service. She didn't want to be unable to respond to a call at any time, day or night.

"DJ, have you thought about who would back up your position if you got sick or were otherwise unavailable?"

She had a confused look on her face. "No, Lennie, I haven't had a down day in nearly five years."

"A good organization always has a backup at any critical position, and that describes yours perfectly. If you were to have a housewife as a backup, only for emergencies, who would you recommend?"

DJ thought for a moment and said, "Probably Michelle or Dani."

"Think about teaching one of them your job. For the training period, pay them their regular rates, too." He paused for a moment and then added, "You know what, bring them both in for training. Your job is critical, like being the catcher on a baseball team. That position needs more than just one backup--for the good of the team. Now, I want you to cancel any appointments after Sunday evening. No overnighters, either. I want all the girls to be done working by about 9 o'clock or so. Can you do that?"

DJ was a bit startled. "Why, Lennie? I mean, sure, I will do anything you ask, but I was not aware of anything else going on. Should I be aware of something on the schedule?" She scanned the large calendar on her screen, which showed every appointment for the upcoming week. "I'm looking now, and there are only three dates so far from Monday through Thursday evening, by the way."

"Good," he said, "then free up the girls' schedules Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday until the late afternoon. Give those dates to the housewives."

"Why?" DJ asked.

"Because I said so?" Lennie retorted, not wanting to sound demanding or give away the surprise he had planned.

"Okay, Lennie, you're the boss," DJ answered. She tapped a button on her headset, and her phone redialed the last number she had talked to. On the second ring, he picked up, and she spoke. "Hi Cal, thanks for waiting." She paused and nodded at the words over her headset. "You want Trinity, Kaylani, and Maria? All three? Starting at 8 p. m. on Wednesday and going until noon the next day? Done. Cal, the blonde, and both brunettes are yours," her voice warm and smiling.

*****

As the sun set and Sunday afternoon morphed into Sunday evening, Maria walked in the door. Lennie, Taylor, Lori, and DJ were sitting around, reflecting on the previous few weeks. A lot had happened in that time. Lori had found her new man, who was actually a client all the girls had entertained the past seven years. Each girl knew Roger well and approved of the new relationship with their sex-sister when they found out. At one time, months ago, Roger had asked Samantha for marriage, not even knowing her real name, but was politely turned down. Cindy knew that while he was a great person, they were incompatible. An evening of paid pleasure with Lori found the two bonding to each other, and now a true relationship was blossoming.

Roger was in Europe doing what CEOs of large international corporations do: growing the business he ran. That required constant meetings with customers, financiers, employees, and government officials. He had told Lori he had hoped to be back in the US--with a free schedule--by the middle of the upcoming week, but he had said that a few times already when emergencies arose and he had to cancel his plans. Lori was hopeful but also practical. As the new(er) CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company, his time, generally, wasn't his own, and she respected that. Still, it made for some lonely nights, which Lennie was quick to fill as her alternate man and still her pimp, as she had gotten back into the game a month ago, nearly full-time, with at least ten dates a week. In fact, that decision made her available for an evening with Roger, and the resulting fireworks had given her a new lease on life and a new man, after her sugar daddy had died a few months earlier.

Taylor was also boyfriend-free, as Mike was participating in an IT installation for his employer's biggest customer in Los Angeles, overseeing a massive system upgrade of the client's information system.

DJ was waiting for Fiona to come home and knew she would have an evening alone with her redheaded lover without their shared man, Dan, who had left earlier in the day to fly out to Chicago for business.

The door opened, and Cindy walked in to the combined greetings of her friends and her man, Lennie. She had finally returned after a long overnighter--including last evening and all day--with one of her regulars, Harry Bridgewater. Harry thought that Samantha walked on water and didn't care if his mind confused her with his late wife and confidant, Ruthie.

*****

Even though Fiona and Kaylani were still on dates and not expected home for an hour or three, Lennie decided to make the announcement. He couldn't keep it in and already wanted the girls home to hear the good news. He stood up from his chair to speak, which got the attention of all the girls.

"Girls," Lennie began. "All of you, listen up. Starting now, for the next three days and into the afternoon of the fourth, everyone is off work. All of you are going to take a break, and we're going to have some fun."

"But baby, our clients," Cindy started, but was cut off by Lennie.

"Our clients," he repeated the beginning of her statement, "have been dealt with appropriately. I had DJ run some reports, and all of you have been stellar businesswomen and magnificent whores, attending to our most important client's needs."

At that moment, Fiona walked in the front door, having finished up her third and final date. She wore a body-hugging dress that showed off her rocking body, while her red hair was down, covering her shoulders and most of her perfectly proportioned breasts. She saw that the others were in a meeting.

"What's up?" she inquired.

"It's a house meeting," DJ whispered. Fiona walked over to DJ and gave her a long kiss, her arm reaching the small of DJ's back to pull her close before sitting down beside her. Lennie saw their passionate embrace, waited until they broke their kiss, and then continued.

"The backlog of date requests is back to normal, and the responses in the app from reading client reactions confirm your collective skills have pushed client satisfaction over the top once again. The skin report shows that you are all giving the men what they want. The record amount of tips they are giving you proves that. Your average tip amounts have never been higher since the app began collecting information. And I don't have to tell you all: you've been busy. The total number of encounters per week is higher than it's ever been. Collectively, you girls have earned more money in the last three months than in any similar time period in the last three years. All of you are reaching personal records with your income. You should all be proud of how you have responded: once you realized you were slacking off and needed to do something about it."

"Really?" Maria asked.

"More money than ever?" Fiona queried.

"All of the clients are happy now?" Lori questioned.

"Yes, and all of you are to thank for it," Lennie answered. "All of you have done an incredible job. And as your pimp daddy, I am declaring a vacation for the next three and a half days. We are going to stay home and have fun together."

Lennie looked at Taylor and Fiona and said, "I know that your boyfriends are out of town and busy, but we're going to enjoy ourselves anyway. Lori, I know that Roger is in Europe now, but he will be back before you know it. Kaylani, I'm not exactly sure what you have going on with those Victor brothers, but let us know when you can explain it to us. Girls, this is your little break from the action, and it's time we get to be cozy with each other again."

"Lennie, that's perfect!" Taylor gushed.

"Oh yeah, what a great idea!" Lori grinned.

"Oh, baby, you're the best," Cindy purred as she walked up to him and leaned in closely so he could fondle the small of her back and smell her sexy scent. "Always thinking about your girls--that's my man."

At that moment, Kaylani walked in, having finished her second and final date. Noticing the others were in a meeting, she walked over to Taylor and whispered, "What's up?"

"We have the next three and a half days off. Lennie said the clients are happy again," she said, catching the Hawaiian beauty up to speed.

"God, I love being one of Lennie's whores," Maria said. "He is so good to us," she continued. "I love my life right now."

Maria had a special twinkle in her eye as she continued, "I'm happy, and I'm richer than I have ever been. I can't believe that constant sex and living with my sisters and a pimp who loves me could be the reason why my life is so good now," Fiona smiled. "It's the opposite of four years ago."

"Lennie has made our situation better than ever," Lori proclaimed.

"And ladies," Lennie continued, "the next three days are going to be naked days!" he proclaimed. "We had so much fun when we did that for a while, and I've decided we're going to do it again. How does that sound?"

"Great!" Maria smiled.

"House gangbangs again! Perfect!" Lori exclaimed. She looked at Lennie. "Okay, since we only have one penis here, it's a reverse gangbang." The girls all laughed heartily at the comment.

"I love eating pussy almost as much as sucking dick," DJ said. "I can't wait!"

"Umm, pussy and dick, what a perfect combination," Cindy purred as she looked into Lori's green eyes.

"I missed those days. I'm so glad they're back," Fiona stated.

"Lennie, you dog, you!" Kaylani said. "Always keeping your girls naked and horny!"

"I'm so proud of teaching you how to eat pussy, Lennie," Taylor said. "You're a monster of the best kind!" she proclaimed. "And women everywhere are the winners!"

"So," Lennie continued with a big smile on his face, "starting tomorrow morning, no clothes. I want to shower with two girls each morning, and you can surprise me with who they are. And... I have a few other surprises in store, as well. Olivia has some special meals planned and will serve what she calls amazing. I, for one, can't wait to taste her new creations."

"Olivia?" Cindy asked. "But if the next three days are naked days, what about her? After all, she isn't a whore."

"No need to worry. When she's not in the kitchen, she will be hanging out with us, as naked as we will be, except when she is in the kitchen wearing an apron, of course."

"Really, Lennie?" Lori asked. "I never thought she went that way."

"On the contrary, Lori," Lennie said. "When I gave her the option of staying or taking the next few days off as a paid vacation, she insisted she wanted to be with us."

"Umm, young pussy," Maria moaned. "I can't wait!"

"Maria, aren't you the little fucking pussy-hound?" Taylor laughed.

"I'm 5 feet 9 and have double D boobs. Why do all of you call me little?" she asked with a mischievous look on her face. All the girls and Lennie laughed.

*****

It was Monday morning, and Lennie had risen early to work out and was now enjoying a cup of Costa Rican coffee. Lennie looked at Cindy as she walked down the stairs from the bedroom.

"My god, you're perfect," he said quietly but loud enough for Cindy to hear. "You're literally a living work of art. Come here, baby, I want something."

"You want to fuck me again?" He rose from the barstool in the kitchen and held his arm out as if to guide her to the sectional in the living room.

"No, I want you to enjoy yourself. I want to drink in your beautiful essence. You're perfect. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and other men buy your time to sample your incredible assets, but you're all mine."

"I am yours, baby. I'm all yours. I will be forever," Cindy purred.

"But first. Here," Lennie held up a thin box about ten inches square, one that would normally hold expensive jewelry.

"This is yours, baby. Open it."

Cindy's face lit up as she took the shiny, solid-gold necklace choker cuff from the box and held it out to admire it. It was a graduated style: a third-inch-thick band in the front with a back clasp narrowing to less than a quarter inch at the back, with a hinged clasp. A large oval diamond was the centerpiece, nearly flawless and clear. White gold prongs simply disappeared into all the sparkles, making the result perfect and the contrast amazing. The diamond looked super bright white, and the contrast with the richness of the band was breathtaking. She turned it just enough to see there was an inscription inside. She pulled it close to read it. It summarized exactly what she had hoped were his feelings towards her: "Cindy Bell, property of Lennie Roberts."

She stared at the inscription, frozen as her mind registered the meaning, and then a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"It's perfect, Lennie. It's perfect. Yes, you own me. I am your hoe, and you are my pimp. I love it, baby. I love you."

Lennie smiled, and emotions rose from deep inside him. He held his arms out wide, inviting her to come to him.

"Just come here and sit on my lap and put your arms around my neck. I want to stare at you, touch and fondle you, inhale and sniff your scent, and taste you all over your body, starting with those luscious lips of yours." Sitting on the sectional at one end, he held out his arm, inviting her close.

"You are so incredibly beautiful, it stuns me every time I sit back and eye you. Your beautiful face with the deep blue eyes, your soft brunette hair, those soft, perfect boobs with nips that are as hard as pencil erasers. I lose my breath whenever I have the time to appreciate your beauty, especially with the heart that comes with it."

He started rubbing the inside of her nude thigh, looking down at his hand, and then let his eyes soak up her beauty as they slowly rose and savored her perfection. As their eyes locked again, Lennie shuddered as if a cold wind flew in. Cindy's beauty was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"I have to say another thing, Cindy," Lennie said after a long pause.

"What's that, babe?" Cindy had no idea what he was thinking.

"I owe you an apology. I am sorry."

"For what?" Cindy asked, completely off-kilter.

"I have disrespected you. Because I can't get my shit together, after you had made it perfectly clear what you do for a living. I figured out our first night at Goldfitch's your profession, and then proceeded to ask you out on our first date."

Cindy smiled fondly. "Best first date ever," she said with a bit of emphasis but still calmly enjoying Lennie's presence.

"And I made your life miserable for a month. That was wrong. I was wrong." Lennie laid his hand on her chest and snuggled it underneath her boobs and felt her heartbeat. "There it is, the kindest heart I have ever known." He pulled her into him, where they embraced in a smoldering, passionate kiss.

"You are the perfect example of the human adult female," Lennie breathed heavily. "Yes, perfect. And you are mine."

Lennie moved from her side on the sectional and spread her knees as he lined up between them. Without hesitation, he leaned forward to give Cindy another passionate kiss, and then slowly but deliberately slithered down first to her glorious breasts, where he tasted and nibbled on them, down her tight abs, and to the strip leading to her sweet pussy.

Lennie settled in, and for the next half hour, Cindy became the smorgasbord to Lennie's hungry man supper. After the repeated gasps and screams, Lennie finally let up and soaked in the naked flesh before him. Cindy smiled and flipped her leg over him, her pussy unfurled over his hard-on, slowly rubbing herself on his wood.

She let her naked thighs drop onto his lap. She snuggled her ass on top of him, grinning, which was insanely sexy. Lennie just stared as if in a daze. Her natural scent was intoxicating. The feeling of her naked thighs and ass pushing into him, combined with her sensuous lips pushing his own to lock together in passionate lust.

"Wiggle that ass of yours into my lap," he softly ordered. She complied, her tight, muscular, feminine, curvy behind grinding into him. In whole, it was as intensely beautiful as it was sexually insane. They held and kissed each other tighter and longer, and when they broke, they looked into each other's eyes and saw what they were both looking for. The feeling was intense, real, and complete.

"Take me, Lennie, any way you want to," Cindy whispered.

"You're so fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful," Lennie repeated over and over as his hands fondled all parts of her gorgeous body lying on top of him. It was the pinnacle of satisfaction: a moment when he understood how lucky he was to be here, right now, with this beautiful, sexy female who only wants to fulfill his every dream.

"Your skin, it's so soft and perfect," Lennie softly moaned, "and your eyes can see down into my soul. These thighs are so feminine, firm, and sexy; it's difficult to imagine such perfection."

For the next hour, they continued their slow, sensuous kissing and fondling, enjoying each other's all-over touch. Taylor and Lori--sitting next to each other and watching the love fest--were energized by the sight. They moved close together and started their own fondling and kissing. While Lennie and Samantha continued to kiss and fondle, Lori slowly moved down between Taylor's thighs and began to lick softly between them, causing Taylor to moan. Maria saw the two falling into sapphic love, and as Lori's lips drew into Taylor's pussy, Maria turned on her back and slid up between Lori's thighs and started licking her pussy with passion and hunger. DJ and Fiona, who were observing the couples, started rubbing each other's backs and started kissing as well. After a long first lip-lock, they broke free, and both held out an arm to invite Kaylani, sitting next to them, to join them. In minutes, five naked, wet women were physically and emotionally enjoying each other.

The women were experts in providing pleasure, and it showed as everyone continued to raise the heat. After an hour of activity, all of the girls had climaxed many times and now lay around the sectional and the overstuffed chairs in complete peace and satisfaction. Wet spots and wet faces were the norm. The scent in the air that six women created by coming so much was intensely pleasurable for Lennie, as well as the sexually drained women.

Lennie slowly inhaled the exhilarating scent. This is what victory smells like, he thought. A big smile spread across his face as he realized his thoughts.

The next morning, they were all in the home gym working out under the guidance of their two trainers, Tony and Matt. Both trainers arrived together, and when they walked into the home gym, they were stunned at the bevy of naked female flesh working their routines on the equipment.

"Holy crap! You, girls, are naked!" Matt blurted out.

"I've been imagining this for 15 years, and the wait was worth it," Tony proclaimed as his eyes darted from one naked beauty to the next. Working out nude, except for wearing sports bras, the trainers grew rock hard. They had never experienced these women working out in the nude. Cindy, always observant, went to Tony between reps and gently pushed him down onto a bench.

"Tony, sit back and enjoy," she commanded. "Let me help you. I can see you need it. How many years have you been my trainer? Cindy said, with a determined look and knowing the answer.

"Uhh, fifteen years," Tony moaned, "and I've never wanted what I am looking at more than now," he gasped. For all that time, he only got to see her curves hidden by tight leggings or snug sports bras, never in the buff, until now.

"This is years overdue, and now you get to collect." She dropped to her knees, fished his hard cock out of his sweatpants, and started sucking with all the experience she had.

"Ohh, Cindy! OMG! What the fuck? Oh shit, that feels great! I have dreamed about this for years. Thank you! Oh, yes, oh, yes!" he moaned as she slurped down his hardness. He gently pulled her over to one of the workbenches, where he could sit down. Cindy never stopped sucking as he spread his legs wide and rested a hand on her brunette head.

Matt was spotting Fiona with a barbell until she put it back on the bench press rack and sat up. "Come here, Matt, let me take care of that thing bulging out of your shorts," she purred. In seconds, the shorts were around his ankles, and Fiona was gulping down his hard-on like the professional she was."

"Oh my fucking god," Matt moaned. "Fiona, that feels so fucking good. Look at me, baby, when you do that. I want to see your eyes as you are bobbing on my cock." Hearing the request, she looked up into his eyes as she took his hard member all the way down her throat, her nose buried in his pubic hair.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned again, his voice now crippled by the intense pleasure controlling his nervous system. He moaned over and over, nearly falling off the bench as she sucked her trainer off with passion. Fiona changed positions and softly pushed him down on his back onto the workout bench; she was now hovering over Matt in a 69 position, giving him access to her intoxicating pussy. Matt lapped it up.

Both trainers fought to keep their composure, but after a gallant try, both were shooting their blasts down the throats of their respective cocksuckers and clients, groaning in satisfaction.

"You deserve it, Tony," Cindy grinned as she finished swallowing his load. After a deep gulp, she opened her mouth as if by rote, to show the sperm's originator that her mouth was empty. She had performed the same act thousands of times over the years, and it never failed to impress the owner of the cock that had exploded into her mouth. Cindy looked at a load of cum in her mouth as a special gift.

"Damn, Fiona, your pussy tastes like nothing else in this world. It's perfect!" Matt said.

"That boner was looking needy," Fiona giggled as her mouth was clear after gulping down Matt's sperm. "I'm glad I could help."

The two trainers were dazed--their dreams had finally been realized.

After catching their breath, Tony asked, "I loved that, but why?"

"Because we wanted to, Tony. You guys are like extended family. I should have done that sooner," Cindy answered with a calm grin. Fiona silently smiled as she swallowed Matt's cum.

Lennie, watching as he completed his routine on the treadmill, smiled, and Taylor, working the barbells, said, "I approve. From now on, are any of us girls permitted to pleasure any member of our extended family, Lennie?" Lennie smiled and nodded. Taylor smiled, knowing that tomorrow she would be the one to blow Tony, her trainer for many years as well, for the first time.

After showering, applying light makeup and getting dressed, and the trainers having gone home, they reassembled in the living room. Lennie addressed the gaggle of beauties.

"Girls, one of the things I want to tell you all is that I have changed my outlook on what you girls do. You all know, especially Cindy, how I thought about women I love being whores as their profession. While I understood it, I didn't like it, being a boyfriend and all. Frankly, I thought there was something wrong with me."

All the girls turned their attention to their gray-haired leader.

"First, I have always thought prostitution, meaning professional prostitution as a personal choice and not a gorilla pimp forcing young girls to trick, was a noble, if not maligned, profession. There aren't many men who can pull the interest of a woman, as beautiful as any of you are, for a date. And it isn't just your looks, but your dynamic personalities. All of you provide the avenue to consummate an evening of sexual bliss with a highly sexual and beautiful woman."

That comment made every girl smile.

"What I've learned, being with all of you for the last seven months, is that you all have to do a hell of a lot of work beyond sex with a client: the detailed maintenance you perform on your hair, your skin, and your bodies every day and evening, hours getting ready, preparing yourselves to look amazing. Knowing how to keep safe from diseases, the constant testing for STDs, and knowing how to stay safe from a crazy customer or an undercover cop. Yes, you all have to know quite a lot and pay attention to stay safe and active."

The girls all listened intently.

"But the negative reputation of being a whore, which society generally downgrades and insults, has also bothered me. Most people think a whore is untrustworthy and will sell out any person or situation for the highest bid. Maybe that is true with others, but what I have seen is that you girls have integrity. More than any other whore, heck, more than most women I have known. That is what our relationship is based on. Instead of exclusive sexuality, ours is based on mutual trust and self-respect. It's special."

The girls were all staring and smiling at Lennie, completely at ease.

"Don't let what others think of you change who you are. We cannot control what others say or do. You cannot change yourself for how anyone sees you. Because your past isn't about proving anything to anyone. Do what makes you happy. Choose a life that is most true to you. And all of you have chosen to prostitute yourselves in a very unique and profitable way. The safety issues inherent in your job have been eliminated due to Cindy's vision and determination. Every man has a comprehensive background check in addition to a strict STD testing protocol for your personal safety. Combined with the money you all make, I can understand why all of you like what you do and want to continue to do it."

The girls were now completely tuned into their daddy's words, never having heard someone describe their lives in this way, with respect and honesty.

"What I know is that with Cindy or any of you, for that matter, the traditional way of having a relationship is to promise sexual fidelity between the partners. Very few couples are swingers; most demand sexual fidelity, and for most, that is reasonable."

Smiles were flashing everywhere. No man had ever talked this way to any of them. It felt rewarding to have a man on their side.

"But you girls, you are not only beautiful, but kind and loyal to each other. I don't think in all my years that I've seen such loyalty between seven women, no matter if they are as gorgeous as you all are. No, prostitutes don't use sexual fidelity as a measure of their trust, because you sell it instead, every day, to multiple men."

There was complete silence in the room, the girls absorbing every word.

"To me, the main thing is trust. Why? Because without trust, why be in any relationship? Trust provides emotional security, open communication, and supports the partnership through difficult challenges.

Lori, Taylor, and Maria were unaware of nodding their heads up and down identically in silent agreement.

"So when it's broken, can it ever be repaired? Perhaps in some cases it may be enough to stay together, but what about that emotional security? What about that confidence in the other person? Does that go back to 100 percent? I don't think so."

The girls were on pins and needles at every word.

"So how do you prove fidelity if it isn't from being sexually exclusive? Through trust and support. By being there for each other every single day. It's out in the open and on display at all times. And it's amazing to witness. I don't think I've seen any big fights or blow-ups between you two in the seven months we've been together. To have relative peace between seven such beautiful women, without catfights or backstabbing, is unheard of."

"That's because, Lennie, we have all been unfortunate enough to have some horrible sexual trauma of one kind or another, and we all know how bad it is to be all alone," Cindy said quietly. The other girls were silently nodding as well. Her comment hit home to all the girls.

"Exactly, Cindy," Lennie responded. "You all know how terrible life can be, and you know that each one of you has suffered your own special hell, and it was somehow related to abusive sex."

"That is so true, Lennie," Taylor said.

"No matter what, all of you were sexually abused in horrible ways I can't even imagine. Cindy, you were tricked by Dwayne into thinking you would only have to sleep with one or two businessmen a few nights a week to pay him back for the money you borrowed for your father's cancer operation. Instead, you were abused and had to have sex with half a dozen men a day, and even during your periods, for fuck's sake."

Cindy nodded, her deep blue eyes wide open.

"And Taylor didn't have a chance, being brainwashed by Dwayne after her world collapsed when her parents were suddenly killed. Her only love was from that nasty, lying pimp. You never had a chance," Lennie offered.

Taylor grimly gave a weak smile.

"And Kaylani, being lied to by a supposed boyfriend that got you into porn and kept you there for three years. Pathetic. I am so glad you were able to break free."

Kaylani smiled in agreement.

"Lori, your situation was so sad. You innocently were meeting a friend when you were grabbed by five guys and repeatedly raped in a van, and then left for dead, naked and bleeding in an alley. You have an angel watching out for you."

Lori nodded in silence with a quiet smile.

"And Dorothy Jean, you were such a kind and trusting person that you were brainwashed by that drug dealer who fed you cocaine until he made you give up your body for it, even though you have that painful condition. He didn't care how much he hurt you. I'm so glad he is in prison."

"For another twenty-five years, at least," DJ softly added.

"And Fiona and Maria," Lennie said, shaking his head. "Both of you were kidnapped as young women, taken to a different country, and were held in cheap bordellos while being forced to fuck thousands of strangers literally for twelve or more hours a day. For two damned years! And look at you now, both of you are beautiful, happy, intelligent women that no person would ever believe you lived through your own hell."

Not one girl wanted to speak. None had ever enjoyed the respect and honesty Lennie was giving them.

"Girls, your love and respect for each other continue to build your bonds with each other. It's really a wonderful thing to experience, and I get the benefit of that every day."

All the girls smiled; Taylor and Maria beamed.

"All of you have heard the phrase 'nothing more than a prostitute', or heard a slanderous voice saying 'fucking whore,' or 'what a whore,' or something similar. They are all said because that person wants to degrade you, to put you down, just because you are a sex worker. That phrase, 'sex worker', covers a lot of territory. But every one of you, for both the same and different reasons, is amazingly strong at using the phrases as a positive."

"We are proud of what we do, Lennie," Lori said. "Cindy taught us to be honest, not referring to ourselves as escorts or the nebulous phrase 'sex worker', but to stand up tall and call ourselves by our profession, 'prostitutes', or 'whores'. It is what we do; it is who we are. That alone has taught us all to face the world and accept whatever it thinks of us."

"You are all proud of being whores, because of the pleasure your clients receive, and have risen to the top of your profession rate-wise. You have also created a closed market of clients that you approve of. Many of them think of you as their girlfriend, their confidant, their muse, not an untrustworthy sex worker. Essentially, they are friends with benefits, having long-term affairs, instead of Johns who are screwing escorts."

The girls were glued to Lennie's words.

"It's amazing, you don't compete on price; in fact, you never discount even an hour. That, in addition to your loving and caring attitude towards your clients, means you are more like hotwives instead of prostitutes."

Cindy smiled. Yeah, she thought, we are hotwives that get paid very well.

"It's really amazing that Cindy has built it all up to where it is today, with the help of Taylor and Lori, and then bringing in the other girls and later the housewives. Cindy has a special eye for finding girls who fit the sisterhood she has developed. Now, all of you are a part of it. And I am your daddy. I'm physically way past my prime, but with my life experiences, I'm the only one to see the unique and special life we all have here."

"Yes, Lennie, you are our daddy," Maria said. "That's exactly who you are. And because of that, my life is perfect now. I have six sisters who love and respect me, and now you. My daddy. My life is complete."

All the girls beamed at Maria's personal confession.

"So when someone refers to you as a whore in a derogatory fashion, you turn it on them to instead nod and smile. It messes with their minds."

The girls laughed at his comment because they all did it.

"You will laugh at what I am about to say, but the way you all treat each other is like, well, other than the sex, you are a lot like TradWives.

"No way!" the girls answered in unison.

"Yes, because you please men, defer to what they desire, and don't make their lives miserable or pressured, as many wives do. You respect them for what they are.

"You give men what they want: access to a beautiful woman without having to beg. They know you are a sure thing, and, by interacting with them, you make their lives better, at least more tolerable. That is pretty incredible and positive when you think about it." Lennie was sincere.

"Yet, I love you all so much that I was willing to look the other way in my own morality. Now, after living with you all, I have come around to accept the details of your job: stripping, kissing, fucking, sucking, taking a dick in the ass, deep-throating a cock, double and triple penetration, eating cum, everything. Simply, it's the job, more specifically, the common tasks in your job. And for that job, your income is among the highest of anyone in the country."

Taylor felt like Lennie was talking only to her, taking in the meaning of his words. Her gaze, fixed on Lennie, told everyone that she appreciated his words.

"So yeah, I've continued to evolve in my thinking. I'm not sure if it's better or worse for society, but you girls are the center of my life now, and I am respectful to all of you for being professional whores at the top of the game. The top of your game. You are simply amazing women."

The girls were taken aback at the compliments.

"Nobody has put it that way before, Lennie."

"Lennie, you're an amazing man, too."

"Cindy was so lucky to meet you and so smart to ask you out."

"I've never been so happy living my life, Lennie, and it's because of you."

"We all feel good looking up to you as our pimp, Lennie, because we feel deep inside that you care so much for us as people first, whores second."

Lennie continued.

"And I'm so lucky to have fallen in with all of you. God, I love you all, and holy hell, you are all so beautiful it amazes me every time my eyes fall on any of you. But even more than your physical beauty, it is your inner beauty, each and every one of you, that impresses me more."

Maria smiled while Fiona and Lori looked downward, a bit abashed by his honest comment. Kaylani blushed. None had heard a sincere comment like that. Sure, they heard the words with every client, but it was just part of the game, not real. Lennie's comments were different. They were real. They didn't know how to accept the compliments, but it felt good.

"There is not a hurtful bone in your bodies, girls. The intense feelings you have for me, the warmth, the kindness--I have never had that experience before, and now I'm flooded with those feelings every day. I'm so thankful for it happening now."

The girls were all smiling and content.

"So I've made the decision that all of you should appreciate. Girls, I've given you all a mini-vacation for a few days, not only because you've exceeded your goals of the last few months to reconnect with your client base, but also to tell you some important things as well."

"Like what?" Taylor asked.

"We do our jobs and are getting rich. What else could it be?" Kaylani questioned.

"Girls," Lennie continued, "after meeting Cindy and getting close to her, even if I knew she was a prostitute, and how you all met me the first time in the way we did with that incredible gangbang, I have come to some important conclusions," Lennie stated in a plain and sincere voice.

"Waking you up in the middle of the night and having six women who look like us walking into your house and gangbanging you minutes after meeting you would tend to get you thinking," Lori chuckled.

Lennie smiled at her comment. "Oh yeah, that is so correct. I see some women who are expensive escorts who offer their wares by posting on popular social media sites, but they are all independent, or seem to be. I would guess by the way they present themselves and their exotic and varied schedules flying around the country, stopping in major cities for a few days or a week or two on a regular schedule, they have no pimp and live independently."

"That's true, Lennie," Cindy interrupted. "I know many of those girls, having met them at events when we were both arm candy for rich executives. In those settings, most of the working girls are easy to spot, and we tend to seek each other out and talk. Yeah, I'm guessing there are a few hundred women who are as expensive and exclusive as we are."

"Yeah, Cindy, but we have it so much better than those girls have it," Maria said. "I mean, look at what you started, now run by Lennie, the service we all work for. Full vetting of clients. Required STD testing for months before they can go bareback. Having to sign an NDA for our protection and privacy; contractually, only having sex with an SES girl or one of the client's girls who agreed to be tested and be exclusive with the client. It's all spelled out in the non-disclosure agreement, and that contract has sharp penalties to keep them in line. No other agency has that level of protection."

Lennie nodded and continued. "More than just being a prostitute, you girls have done an amazing thing. After having lived terrible lives in your early days, you've created a true family, and all of you have a place in that family, helping each other get through life. The respect you have for each other is also special. It doesn't matter if you are selling yourselves for sex or not. The bond you girls have with each other is special, rare. And now, making me your pimp, which really means that your love is extended to me, is something that has to be unique in this world. I'm truly honored."

Taylor's smile was wide and sincere. Kaylani was sitting next to her and started rubbing her back. Maria leaned over to Lori and hugged her. DJ turned to Fiona and kissed her slowly and passionately. A tear fell down Cindy's cheek as Lennie's realization hit her emotionally.

"I love you all. Until Cindy helped me understand that we can love more than one person and, in our circumstance, it is okay to do so, I had problems for a while loving Taylor or Maria more than Cindy, who was supposed to be my girlfriend and the one I should love exclusively."

Lennie looked directly into Cindy's deep blue eyes.

"When I once confessed to her that I was afraid I was feeling more love for Taylor than her, she embraced it and was happy for me. She helped me understand that I could love multiple women wholeheartedly and completely. It isn't a competition--rather an acceptance. It was a gift, not a burden. Cindy encouraged me to embrace the relationship that Taylor and I had, the one Maria and I had developed, the warmth of Lori's presence, the special bond that DJ and I built, and the special admiration of Kaylani's cool confidence. All of you--I have found a special, unique love for all of you, and she was happy for it. She encouraged it. It wasn't a comparison or a competition. It was helping me find myself, the only man in this sea of sisterhood estrogen, and because of that, I love each and every one of you."

"Lennie, what we do, it's more than just sucking dick," Maria said. "It's the entire experience, watching the man smile and seeing the ideas that are exploding in his mind as he stares at me, whether deep in my eyes or the cleavage of my tits. He knows he gets access to my entire body, and seeing him breathe shallowly or moan as he stares is such a turn-on. And then, when his tongue licks mine, or my tits, or my pussy, he turns ravenous, seeking out my body to satisfy him. The man turns to putty, and his horniness drives him to drown in my nakedness."

Every girl was silently nodding at Maria's words.

"The sex becomes instinctive, animalistic, and raw. It's my physical beauty that helps him fall into that frenzy, and I love it when he tries to take it all, licking, kissing, fondling, rubbing, and poking. It's all part of the prostitution experience. I love it."

When Maria said that, all the girls silently smiled. "I love being a whore. Years ago, when I was sex trafficked, I thought that sex was a prison. Had no idea that sex could be this fun, this fulfilling, and, for that matter, this profitable. By working for Sam, my world has opened up, and I'm learning things I never knew existed."

The girls continued to nod their heads in quiet agreement. Maria was saying exactly what they were all thinking. She continued.

"Lennie, ever since you helped me by getting me into a psychiatrist's office, my outlook on life has matured. Until then, I had no idea how badly being sex trafficked and forced to be a motel cleaner for 14-hour days and not getting paid, and being a bordello whore for three years had affected me. I had no idea that there was a better life than I had experienced until then. Even after Cindy found me and helped me-- along with some of the housewives--to understand that living in shame and fear was something I could rise above. You and my sisters have helped me grow. Knowing my history, from being a sex-trafficked whore owned by other men who didn't care about me, only how much money my body made for them, to being one of the most successful prostitutes in the world, controlling my own destiny, I can think of nothing more important than the life we live here. With the family we have created, I'm here in awe and thanks. I understand what I am and what I am good at doing, and I find that men, our clients, appreciate us. I have you to thank."

"God, Maria, you are so right," Taylor concurred. "Damn, girl, when did you get so philosophical?"

"That's deep, Maria. Thank you for sharing that with us. We should all feel comfortable telling our circle here our innermost thoughts," Cindy said. "Together we are our best resource, and it is good that we are taking advantage of it."

"Girls," Lennie said after a brief pause, "I want to tell you all something. It's me, or more specifically, how I now think of you all after being with you for seven months now."

The girls all sat up at attention, waiting for their man to speak.

"When I first started dating Cindy, I was so very torn. On one hand, I had never had such an amazingly beautiful woman strike up a conversation with me as she did."

Cindy smiled warmly, remembering their accidental first encounter at that high-end bar one weekday evening.

"And then, when she took a call from a client, sitting two feet away from me so I couldn't help but hear what she said, I realized she was an expensive escort. I realized that she was working. My gut tensed up at the thought that this incredible woman was a prostitute. When she asked me directly what I thought she did, I had to answer truthfully. I expected her to throw her drink in my face and storm out, but instead, it was completely different. Something clicked in my mind. Yes, I heard her make an appointment with two clients. I expected to be revolted by what I just heard, but instead, a warm feeling stayed inside me even as she left the bar and walked to the elevators to meet them. I couldn't get it out of my head how nice she was to me and how engaged we were in conversation. After all, she had told me her real name, not her stage name, and had asked me for a date."

The girls were enraptured by his words.

"I was mentally all over the map, but I am glad we went on our first date. It took a while to accept what she did, as you all know, and until now, I have been struggling with what she does for a living. I think of myself as a normal man, and normal men don't let the women they care for have sex with other men, even for money. It's just wrong, or so I've always thought."

The girls stared at him intensely as he continued to speak.

"But after months of living together and learning about all of you, I have to say my views have changed. Yes, I still don't want to share you with other men, but for different reasons than when I first became part of your circle."

The girls stared intensely at him, waiting for his every word. They all knew how important this was to their shared man.

"Back then, I was disgusted that the pussy I was licking had been pounded the night before by some unknown man, his hard dick spraying his seed inside of you, soaking it with cum. Now, I realize it for what it really means: another successful man who needed female attention and, thanks to your work, received it. Received it bountifully, completely. You all make incredible money while having sex with men whom you have mostly known for years. They go crazy for you again and again, and you girls control every encounter. It's really amazing how you do it."

Maria and Taylor smiled at his comment.

"My attitude has changed about what you girls do. Reading the app session notes tells me how much happiness and satisfaction you all give your clients during a session. Not just once in a while if it is a sexy man, but every single time, no matter how old or fat or ugly or lousy a fuck they are. No matter how much money they have, they can't hide from being crappy sex partners. There is always a smile on their face and a contentment inside of them when they leave after a session with one of you."

Maria smiled broadly. "Lennie, your presence makes us feel good about what we do. You complete us, Lennie. You are our pimp. With you, it's as if there's now a natural order of things. Men need prostitutes to give them pleasure and comfort, and prostitutes need their pimp to give them stability and purpose."

"Maria is correct, Lennie," Kaylani said. "Whores need their pimp daddy, and I am so happy that you are ours. Until you arrived, I never thought life could be so complete and good. Most people don't understand us, whores I mean, and we've all learned there is no sense in trying to get most people to change their minds. You, Lennie, what you think of us is the most important thing, other than how we girls support ourselves."

"Maria is right, Lennie," Lori agreed. A pimp who loves his hoes is special, and that is what you've given us here: a special kind of love that is deep and strong. For the first time in my life, more than simply accepting that I am a prostitute, you make me proud of being a prostitute. For that, Lennie, I can never thank you enough."

A tear formed at the corner of her eye. The other girls continued to nod.

Cindy leaned beside him and, pulling him in, said, "See, baby, all the girls love you. You support us and guide us, as only you can. As only a pimp can who loves his whores. You are a special man. We all love you, Lennie." She pulled him close and kissed his cheek.

The girls all nodded their heads vigorously in agreement, staring at their man in charge. Lennie continued to speak.

"My views have changed. There have been so many examples. After DJ helped me by coordinating to have sex with the eleven housewives and being my sounding board to bounce off my reactions by reviewing every encounter. After witnessing and engaging with Taylor in one of her legendary gangbangs, I realized the power of how she interacted with the dozen men, controlling their sexual frenzy for their satisfaction. How Cindy has gone overboard to help me better understand her interactions with some of her billionaire clients and how she compartmentalizes her feelings. And how she taught me how to compartmentalize mine."

All the girls were smiling now. They liked what their pimp daddy was telling them because it was all true.

"Observing you girls enjoy yourselves fucking other men, and many other instances, I continue to, how do I say it, 'evolve'? I learned a new word a while ago and finally understood it. It is so relevant to where my thinking is today."

The girls hung on every word that Lennie said.

"The word is 'compersion.' I learned that the word is used in swinger relationships, where the man can accept his girl having sexual enjoyment and satisfaction while fucking another man. We don't have a swinger relationship here, but many of the issues are similar."

He looked at Cindy and, behind her, Taylor. Both were staring back at him and had wide grins, as if acknowledging that Lennie had made a discovery they had already known about for a long time--realizing that he finally understood what they already knew.

"You girls like to fuck, pure and simple. You are all incredibly hot and sexy, and you can draw guys like you were an oasis in the desert. You like to show off your beautiful bodies and enjoy your clients' reactions. You all do it as your profession. Not a one-off here and there, but in a professional manner. And you all have been doing it since you became adults. It is your career, and as I have witnessed, you have all put a great deal of effort into making it your career. While many people would be disgusted, as I used to be, I'm not, not now. I find the details of your raunchiest encounters disgusting, like drinking piss or licking shit off of a cock that has been in your ass. I'm glad none of you do that very often."

The girls nodded; Taylor and Lori smiled when he made the "shit" comment. Been there, done that, they both thought to themselves. It was why both of them appreciated getting enemas from Lennie, who was both gentle and detailed any time he cleaned out their colons in preparation for another client ass-reaming. And, truth be known, giving enemas to such beautiful women was something Lennie looked forward to.

"And look at the result. You are all millionaires because of it. You have all made me the centerpiece of your lives. I have never experienced such intense love from all of you, each and every one of you. Honestly, it's amazing that you're giving your love to me so freely. Not just sex, but true love. After thinking about it, I'm humbled by your attention. Instead of wanting you all to quit, because you know we have plenty of money to live comfortable lives forever, I support your careers as prostitutes. I want all of you to continue as long as you enjoy it."

"Thanks, Lennie."

"God, we love you, Lennie."

"Cindy was right. You are one of a kind, Lennie."

"I am so happy we have you in our lives, Lennie."

"I completely trust you, Lennie. You are the only man I do."

"You treat us as a person first and not a sex worker, Lennie. Do you understand how important that is to us?"

Lennie looked around and into Cindy's eyes. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, girls. I really do. Far more than just my cock, all of you have blown my mind, having seven beautiful and kind women around me who are available for my pleasure. I could never have thought that I would ever be in a situation where I had too much sex. Honestly, I now understand what kings of old felt like."

Kaylani smiled and agreed with Lennie's words.

"I am going to be a better pimp for all of you, in addition to being your full-time daddy. I've been thinking about this quite a bit. Some will call you immoral for what you do. But they don't understand any of you or your situation. You are adults and choose your way of life. I get it now, and I am going to step up my pimp game to match your whore game."

Lori stared and smiled as DJ continued to nod their blonde heads. He purposely paused for a few seconds to get their undivided attention.

"In my humble opinion, you are all leaving a lot of money on the table. I will quit thinking of you only as incredible women I love and who love me, and I am going to do my job as your pimp and think of you as commodities. Rare, precious, live, beautiful, willing females that enjoy pleasing men and get paid exceptionally well for doing it. You're living sex toys that will do nearly anything for the client and give them the experience of their lives. You are the dream come true for anyone who can afford you. So I've been thinking that maybe the old ways of a client calling up to get the next open spot on your schedule are going to change a bit."

"What do you mean, Lennie?" Cindy asked.

"How is what we do immoral?" Taylor asked. "We all choose to do this by our own free will."

"Of course you do, and I can't see a downside to it because you are all adults and can choose your own path in life. When I say immoral, I am talking about stuff like what happened to Maria or Fiona: kidnapped as teenagers and forced to have sex for years and be degraded against their will for the profit of others. You could also say DJ and Kaylani were in a similar situation because they were tricked into prostitution or pornography, and then blackmailed as they were sexually abused. Even Cindy and Taylor were lied to by their old pimp. And except for Cindy, all three of you were manipulated by your men to take drugs and be high so you couldn't understand how they were forcing you to be prostitutes they could make money from."

The two glanced at each other, and their heads went up and down in agreement. Once again, Lennie had accurately stated their histories.

"I'm still thinking about it, now that I have my new outlook. This pimp stuff, when you eliminate the moral question of forcing women to sell their bodies for sex against their will, which we never do here, becomes an interesting business case. I think that I'm going to have one hell of a lot of fun."

"But we make two grand an hour, Lennie," Maria stated. "That's like the top of the market for the high-end escort experience."

"Yes, but your clients are the richest in the world, and you are a very scarce resource. Thus, under the right circumstances, they will happily pay more."

"Like how?" Lori and DJ asked simultaneously. Nobody had ever talked to the girls like this, analyzing their actions to become more profitable, as if it were a management meeting in corporate America.

"We have to be creative. Prostitution is a marketplace, like any other. Using examples from the marketplace is how I will make everyone a lot more money."

Now all of the girls were at peak attention. "What do you mean?" Fiona asked.

"Basic supply and demand, sweetie. Let me worry about that. You all just keep being you. I'll handle the rest." Lennie continued.

"After I came to peace with you all fucking other men for money, another concept became apparent to me. It's how you girls, using your profession, help these men. Now, most are worth hundreds of millions or even billions, but they are still men. Most are lonely men. Men who need a comfortable sexual outlet because they don't have it in their lives. But it's more. You provide them with emotional support, something that can seldom be purchased."

"You're right, Lennie, it's like second nature to us," Taylor commented.

"Nearly all of your clients have been divorced many times, their personal lives shattered. Most have been burned by the women they married and thought, at the time, at least, that they would grow as a family and live on until they were old. Instead, their trust and plans were destroyed. In many cases, it happened two or three times, even more. So it makes a lot of sense that you all have taken the role of a female partner they can trust with their feelings and personal thoughts. All of you have proven worthy of protecting their privacy. They need a confidant, and you are all confidants to your clients."

All the girls were nodding in agreement.

"You're like a wife in the way they trust you, and you are their advisor, their companion, and their crony. You give them their safe space. We can see it from the session notes you all leave and the happiness they express. All men need an emotional outlet, not just a sexual one. Especially your clients, who are so incredibly successful in the other parts of their lives. More than just a naked body to rub, fondle, and come inside of, you provide that emotional haven to them that they can't get anywhere else."

The girls were absorbing Lennie's every word. Each girl had a sense of pride growing inside as he talked.

"Some super-successful men have built families that stick with them forever, offering similar comforts. Your clients, for whatever reason, don't have that familiar safe space. Most of them have been divorced multiple times and have had it with going the marriage route to get that special woman who provides them with sanctuary. Instead, it is you girls who provide that for them. And, by looking at the extremely high return rate, you are all doing a great job. In summary, you help others as well as enjoy satisfying your own sexual desires and getting rich doing it. I can't see how that is wrong."

At his words, the girls' smiles were beaming. It was an honest recap of their lives and also very respectful.

"So, our staycation starts NOW!" Lennie exclaimed. The girls clapped and cheered. As the evening grew late, the girls paired off and walked up or down the stairs to their bedrooms. Cindy, Lori, and Maria walked arm in arm with Lennie to his bedroom.

*****

Lennie slept in later than usual and found only Lori in his bed. She was waiting for him to wake and started to rub her body against his, and feeling his cock grow stiff, mounted his face and started grinding it with her sweet, bushy pussy. He lay there inhaling her essence, slowly licking her and savoring the smell. After a night of unabashed sex mainly with the other girls, she smelled and tasted a bit randy, but to Lennie, it was still superb. Lori started squirming over Lennie's face as he started waking up and letting his talented, whore-trained tongue lick the sexy SoCal blonde exactly the way Lennie knew she liked the best. He added two fingers to probe inside her pussy, behind her love button, and found her G-spot while his tongue was lapping her clit, and in seconds the blonde-haired beauty started moaning. Within a few minutes, Lori had lost control as the tongue- and finger-lashing Lennie was giving her became overwhelming with intense pleasure. She arched her back and held on to the top of the headboard, shook, and gushed feminine wetness, soaking Lennie's face and the pillow beneath.

Lennie finally got up out of bed after Lori had squirted all over his face from her climax following his masterful tongue lashing of her rim. Lori burrowed her way into the pillow and blanket which Lennie laid over her to keep the sleeping honey comfortable and safe. Her soft smile was a testament to her satisfaction. He walked into the bathroom and peed, but didn't clean his face. The fresh, feminine scent and sweet taste were too good to let go. His half-smile that he couldn't wipe off his face was proof of the delectable and gratifying enjoyment of her glorious snatch.

As he walked into the kitchen, he gasped. There, standing at the kitchen island, was Cindy. Completely naked, she was bent over the island, her elbows holding her up as she read her iPad. A cup of coffee sat next to her. But what made Lennie gasp was the perfect, incredible bare ass that met his eyes. Partially bent over, her ass accentuated her curvy cheeks, but there was more. She had perched her right foot on the lower rung of the barstool, separating her legs and opening her up, exposing her vertical smile as it peeked out from her silky smooth, curvy upper thighs. He could almost see her butthole peeking from between her cheeks. The sight was too much to take.

Lennie silently walked up to her, bent down on his knees behind her, and, grabbing her thighs, licked her pussy with a wide, slow swipe while pulling her butt cheeks open. She was entranced in her reading and didn't realize he was behind her. She gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue in her most private parts.

"Ohhh! Lennie! Oh yesss!" Cindy moaned. "Fuck! Oh yesss!"

She bent over further to give him better access as he continued licking her, pulling her cheeks wide and tasting her feminine paradise at will. She continued to moan as his tongue explored her entirely. His tongue, after licking her pussy deep and slow, spending a lot of time on her clit, slowly moved to her asshole as he pulled her open and plunged it into her butt.

"Oh my God, Lennie! Oh yesss!" Cindy exploded when his tongue plunged deep inside, working in tandem with his fingers now moving from pulling back a butt cheek to fingering her G-spot. She instinctively reached back with one hand and pulled his head into her, locking Lennie into his position of nasty passion. This was the true pleasure she was receiving, and she didn't want Lennie to stop. She ground her pussy and butt back into his face. Lennie felt the pressure, which only made him push harder into her butthole. The scent and the intensity pushed him into a state of ecstasy.

Taylor was walking down the stairs from her 3rd-floor bedroom at the same time Kaylani was walking up the stairs from her 1st-floor bedroom, and both heard the moans of their brunette sex-sister. They looked at each other, their faces grinning with excitement, and watched Cindy being pleasured. They turned the corner and stopped, both taking in the sexy sight of Lennie lapping at Cindy's core.

"Look at that," Kaylani said. "Cindy is getting it from behind with Lennie's tongue action. Wow, that's fucking hot."

"She deserves it," Taylor answered. "Look at the satisfaction on her face, my God. Lennie is the master of tongue work." Cindy, her eyes closed and holding Lennie's head to her holes, moaned loudly again.

"Lucky girl," Kaylani said, grinning.

"I want to be next," Taylor offered. Right then, Olivia Gutierrez walked in, the youngest beauty in the house, not knowing the ways of sexual commerce but having a wide-eyed reaction watching her hero and the man responsible for her now stable and comfortable life lick his top woman from behind as she moaned. She was naked, too, enjoying for the first time the freedom and satisfaction the other girls were used to. She had spent the evening with Maria as the two Mexican raven-haired beauties shared a night of raucous sapphic bonding. Maria was so worn out that she was snoring, still in bed.

"My god, Lennie is an expert in giving pleasure," Olivia gasped. "Look at the passion on Cindy's face. The free-use sex environment was new to her. She watched, her gaze intense, the event happening in front of her.

Olivia, come here," Taylor said, her arm extended, Kaylani next to her. "You want to be a part of our fun, so let me show you how we do it."

Olivia walked over to the pair, and in seconds, Taylor pulled her into a warm, passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around the young, inexperienced woman. Kaylani moved behind the pair, and the three were kissing and fondling each other. While Taylor's arms wrapped up Olivia in a tender, sensuous lock, their tongues locked together, Kaylani dropped to her knees and started licking the youngest Mexican's sweet pussy. Slowly at first to make Olivia aware, Kaylani was licking and fingering her with both lust and love. Olivia began to lose her balance, the intensity of the sex overwhelming her. Taylor, the consummate professional, guided her to the sectional and, with Kaylani's assistance, laid her down onto it. The two experienced whores started giving their new, willing playmate the premier sexual experience of her young life, at least so far.

In just moments, Olivia was losing her composure, the recipient of unbelievable sexual frenzy. Her pussy started creaming, signaling Kaylani to increase her tongue and finger action on the sweet-tasting snatch. From nothingness, extreme waves of pleasure started emanating from Olivia's core. Her breath became shallow and ragged, and her legs began to shake. Out of nowhere, she started moaning, and then the moans turned to screams. Guttural, deep screams that started low and ended with a shriek. They were enjoying each other's sexy bodies, giving each other intense pleasure that their loving, leading couple inspired them to do.

The rest of the day went the same way. Naked beauties enjoyed each other in every way, sexually, of course, but also so happy and content, as their living conditions gave them so much satisfaction.

The combinations of beauties having raw, sultry sex were nearly infinite: Taylor and DJ. Cindy and Olivia. Lennie, Kaylani, and Lori. Lori, Olivia, and Maria. Lennie, Cindy, and Fiona. DJ, Olivia, and Maria. Lennie, DJ, and Maria. Fiona and Maria. Maria and Olivia, again. Maria spent over two hours, in different sessions, showing her fellow Mexican just how good sapphic sex could be. Olivia was hooked, her sexual desires at an all-time high.

Early that evening, during a much-needed break in the action, Olivia went into the kitchen to finish plating a tasty dinner for all to enjoy, which she had mostly prepared in anticipation of their vacation, so she only had to warm it up and top it with garnishes. She laid out the food informally, and everyone helped themselves.

"My god, this food is incredible!" DJ proclaimed. As each girl took their first bite, another compliment was directed in Olivia's direction. The compliments made Olivia feel warm and closer to the group than ever before, knowing that she had added something special for these people, her new family, that no one else could provide.

"Maria," Taylor said as they enjoyed their food, "you've been with every girl today, haven't you?" You fucked us all." It wasn't really a question; it was more of a comment.

"Hey, living here, I found out that I like orgies, and I like pussy, especially the delicious pussy that lives in this house. Can you blame me?" she answered in her heavy but sexy Mexican accent. She wickedly grinned. Taylor's answer was a light laugh, a shake of the head, and another bite of delicious food on her fork. After they finished eating and lounging around until the sun went down, they resumed their lazy and pleasurable sex fest, pairing or tripling up as their desires led them.

Tuesday was the same. Lennie wasn't out to have sex with them all. A passionate, slow kissing session was a fine alternative to a round of fucking. Rather, he wanted to connect to each one of them emotionally. Each girl responded in their own way, and Lennie was happy with everyone. Lennie spent the two days staring at these naked and available beauties, his hands wandering wherever and whenever they wanted. The response was universal: always welcoming to any touch in any way, even presenting their bodies for his inspection, exploration, and approval. Simply knowing they would do anything he asked was even more satisfying than if he actually tried to push himself to sample so many sex acts. Lennie remembered Maria's comment, "I love my life right now," and grinned. Her comment described his feelings precisely.

*****

On Wednesday, everyone slept in until at least 9 a. m., because doesn't everyone sleep in on their well-deserved vacation? Lennie was the first to get up, and his movements woke Lori, so she followed him after he finished his morning business and met him in the kitchen.

"Roger texted me early this morning, Lennie, and said he is coming to Seattle today!" she grinned. "He wants me to pick him up at the airport," she said.

"I know, Lori. The other boyfriends are also arriving today," Lennie told her.

Lori was caught off guard. "How did you know that?"

"Because I'm your pimp, and it's my job to know that," Lennie responded, not giving up any other information. But the look on his face told Lori there was something more. He continued.

"That's the final part of the surprise, Lori. I'd checked last week and knew that not only Roger but also Mike, the Victor brothers, and even Danny are flying home today, too. They are all arriving within 90 minutes of each other. Can you do me a favor and pick all of them up? Use my SUV instead of your Audi; it has room for everyone plus their luggage." She nodded, showing she understood. Then a thought crystallized, her eyes bulged, and a wide smile graced her face. Lennie watched her as if it were in slow motion. He grinned.

"Wait, Lennie. We're going to have an orgy, aren't we?" Lori blurted, her new smile beaming.

"Can you think of a better way to finish up a mini-vacation, Lori?" he answered. She continued to grin silently as she nodded her head vigorously. She walked up to him and hugged her beautiful nude body into his, crushing her soft naked boobs into his burly chest, giving him a long, wet, sloppy kiss until she let him loose.

"Okay, Lennie, I'm going to shower and get ready, and I, or rather we, will see you this afternoon," she said, still wondering how he knew.

"See you then, sweetie." As she walked away, he gave her a hand slap against her curvy naked butt, and she squealed in joy.

The other girls were slowly starting to move. It wasn't a particularly intense sexual setting, but rather a relaxing and warm one enjoyed by all. Their combined nudity added to their contentment.

Each girl with a boyfriend knew of their own man coming home because they were all constantly in communication via texting or the occasional quick phone call, but only after they traded notes did they realize all of the men were coming home today, and for the first time, all would be invited to Lennie's home. Lennie even told Tony and Matt to take the afternoon off and spend the rest of the evening participating in the informal party. While having no actual confirmation of why Lennie wanted them to stay for the party, the two trainers' imaginations were on overdrive, considering the possibilities.

One thing became apparent to the girls: something fun and exciting was going to happen.

There was a knock at the door. Tony and Matt had arrived, knocking instead of simply entering the gym as they usually did. They weren't dressed to run the girls' workouts because Lennie had told them earlier to take the day off and just stop by.

"Come here, boys, let's get you both tested first," Sharon said, waving them into the corner of the living room where she had set up her makeshift clinic.

"What? Tested? What kind of test?" Matt asked.

"Matt, I'm Sharon, the RN for everybody who lives here and the one who tests the girls and Lennie for STDs. Now, if you boys want to play, you have to be tested, too."

Matt looked at Tony, who was grinning. He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the chair where Sharon had set up her testing equipment. Matt dropped his pants first, and Cindy swabbed his urethra and butt, inspecting his man-tackle. Tony was next, and in minutes, they were both ready to go.

"Girls, I'm going to go out on a limb and declare your trainers to be good to go," Sharon declared.

Immediately, Fiona and Cindy took their trainers close and gave them hugs and kisses. Both crushed their boobs into their chests, causing them to notice immediately that today was going to be different. They led them to the living room and pushed each into one of the overstuffed chairs, stripping them in the process. Kaylani and Taylor joined them, and in minutes, both personal instructors were getting attacked sexually by four sex-hungry, sexy women.

"What the fuck!" Tony mumbled before his face was smothered by Cindy's pussy.

"Oh, fuck me!" Matt screamed as Taylor deep-throated his hardening cock with a single swallow.

Without delay, there were six naked bodies: four beautiful women and two hard-bodied men with rock-hard dicks, fondling and flopping, riding and being ridden, sucking and licking their way into ecstasy.

Cindy and Fiona had pushed them down to the floor and mounted their faces, grinding their pussies into the men. Cindy and Fiona had already planned this, knowing that the trainers had been denied sexual access during their workout sessions. After all, both men looked but never approached their students, as that would be unprofessional. Now, the teasing was over. While their faces were ridden by such delicious, wondrous perfection, Taylor was standing above them, giving the women suggestions as she had a hand on each of their bodies, rubbing them masterfully and in control, like the experienced whore she was. After a long ride, Cindy popped off Tony, and Taylor replaced her, the cowgirl riding continuing.

Forty-five minutes into the fuckfest, Matt was the first of the two men to give out and surrender to his pleasure. He had used every trick he knew not to come because after such an intense session, he knew that getting hard again wasn't going to happen without a long recuperating period.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna come!" he screamed, as Taylor ground her pussy into his hard dick, squeezing it firmly in rapid succession, finally feeling the giant spurts of cum blast inside of her. She fell on top of Matt and started kissing him wildly as his cock plopped out of her. Fiona was there to lap up the cum dripping out of Taylor and then switched to clean off Matt.

As they came, one after another, she didn't let a drop of cum go to waste, deep-throating each one as the men groaned in ecstasy. Finally, their balls drained of spunk; they were helped back onto the sectional, and drinks of their choice were put into their hands while goofy smiles of satisfaction were melted onto their faces.

Lennie sat at the side of the room, watching his girlfriend, as well as three of his other housemates, screw the two hard-bodied men into exhaustion. He was lulled into the escapade without negative thoughts in his mind. He realized an idea, one he had never thought of before.

Just a few months ago, this would have bothered me, he thought, but now, look at her face, her energy. Cindy is having a blast fucking her trainer. It was the second time in over 15 years they had sex, and that was a lot of pent-up energy she'd just drained.

"Wow, those two are studs!" Sharon said, noticing that Cindy, Fiona, Kaylani, and Taylor were finished pleasuring the two men.

Olivia was in awe of her surroundings, with naked skin on display everywhere, two naked, buff men sitting and on display, constant sex with women for two days, and now three more men arriving. She leaned to Maria and whispered, "You girls do this all the time? I want to be a whore like you, Maria."

Maria paused for a few seconds to gather her response. She wanted to be gentle with her young friend.

"No, baby, no, you don't. This isn't whoring; it's sport fucking. It's not even love. As a whore, sometimes we have a lot of fun, but other times, I have to perform things I don't want to do. Right now, this is all about our shared pleasure and getting closer to each other. This is perfect. As a whore, we always do things that please the client. If we enjoy it, that's a bonus. When working, we aren't entitled to any pleasure for ourselves. The man is the center of the world, and we respond."

"But this is so much fun!" Olivia mock-protested.

Maria paused for a few seconds to gather her thoughts. "Olivia, have you eaten Lennie's ass yet?" she asked. "I mean, have you got your tongue in between his butt cheeks, spit, licked, spit again, and licked deeper until your tongue was deep inside?"

"Eeewww! Maria! That's disgusting!" Olivia protested.

"Sweetie, I lick a half-dozen assholes every week. I'd guess that maybe a third, sometimes half of the men who hire me want their asshole licked. That's a perfect example of what I'm talking about. For a whore, the choices are not up to me--it's what the man wants. And more and more over the last few years, more men have found out they like their assholes licked and tongue-fucked. So I do. All of us girls do."

Olivia's wincing look told Maria she understood.

"Now I get what you are saying," she said, and sighed at the realization.

"Besides, dear, you are learning to be a world-class chef. The food you create here is already at a fantastic level, and it seems you learn new things at your cooking classes each week. Lennie has told me one of the best ideas he's ever had was to pay for you to study at the cooking school you attend. Someday, he will pay for you to go to one of the world's finest schools, like the CIA or ICE, and become world-renowned."

"CIA? ICE? I don't want to be a spy or get deported!" she shrieked. Maria laughed.

"No, honey. In chef circles, the CIA stands for the Culinary Institute of America, and ICE is the Institute for Culinary Education. They are the finest schools in the country for learning how to become a top chef. There are others too, many in France. I know how being an illegal immigrant bothered you, but after Cindy got you your green card, as she did a few years ago for Fiona and me, you're safe in America now. Keep it up, and you will become a citizen someday. With us, you can put those worries in the past."

Cindy had used her senior federal government connections in the Immigration Service, men she had personally serviced many times years ago and built a special bond with, to get to the front of the line and have Olivia's paperwork approved for the precious document. Not once did she have to leverage that she had them on video having sex with her, many of the housewives, and Taylor during official government meetings in Seattle, Washington DC, and Las Vegas. She only needed to remind them once of that fact, and they complied with her requests. After all, to them, as long as the immigrant wasn't a threat to a citizen, it really didn't matter much who got approved. On top of that, her two contacts, lifetime bureaucrats, had never experienced more incredible sex than with SES girls. Olivia sighed, her uncertainty quelled.

"Besides, fixing great meals is the best way to gain control of a man, as long as he is getting his basic sexual needs met. Just look good on his arm, don't be a bitch too often, and he will do whatever you want him to do. There is an old saying, 'to keep a man, a woman only has to do two things: keep his belly full and his balls empty'. You've got the hard part done. Your food is fantastic, and that's a lot more difficult than sucking him off or getting railed. Any man will give up getting his butt licked for a beautiful woman who cooks great food and is good to him. You don't realize it now, but you are in the driver's seat."

Olivia nodded and smiled. Maria was so smart, she thought.

"But Maria, I still want Lennie to have sex with me. I want him to both ravage me and make love to me."

Maria paused, looked at her younger Mexican counterpart, and said, "Come here."

Together they walked over to Lennie, who was sitting naked on a large living room stuffed chair.

"Lennie, Olivia has a question for you."

Lennie looked up and into the eyes of the naked, brown-skinned, black-haired young beauty.

"Lennie, would you make me a part of your stable?" Olivia asked quietly, nervously.

He paused and then said, "No, Olivia, you aren't going to be a part of my stable of working girls, but I do want you to join us these next few days during our staycation. You are certainly a part of our family here. Will you do that?"

She nodded vigorously and smiled. Lennie held his arms open, and she rushed to sit on his lap.

"You want me to have sex with you, don't you?" Lennie asked.

"I love you and all the girls so much, and I want you to make love to me, Lennie. I want to be a part of everything here."

"Your skills are wide and varied, Olivia. Yes, I will make love to you because you are one of us, in your own special way. Thank you, Olivia, for being you and being a part of us all."

Lennie fondled her as they held each other, kissing passionately and fondling each other. He went down on her, lapping her pussy and clit with skill.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Maria screamed, fighting for breath. Instinctively, she wrapped her sexy thighs around Lennie's head and locked him in as he continued to lick until she came again, squirting in Lennie's face. She was shocked at what she did to Lennie.

"Oh no! What did I do?"

Lennie pulled up just enough to speak. "You squirted, baby, and it was glorious," he said. She let up her leg grip and he moved up to kiss her as his hard cock slithered into her wet pussy.

"Oh Mister Lennie! Oh yes! My pussy is yours! Fuck me Mister Lennie fuck me!" He rode her hard as he pounded her without mercy. Olivia was out of control, but had just enough awareness to moan "come in me, Mister Lennie, give me your seed. I just finished my period two days ago and I am safe. Come Mister Lennie! Come in me!"

Maria, silently watching the two combine into one and in a fucking frenzy. She walked up to them and rubbed Lennie's back as he was fucking the younger Mexican.

"Fuck her Lennie," Maria ordered. "She needs it. She needs your come."

Lennie rode Olivia without mercy, drilling her tight hole, beads of sweat dripping off his face, before blasting a passionate load of seed deep into her tight pussy. Olivia smiled contentedly, now that Lennie had marked her. She felt the warm seed firing into her sacred center and knew she was now officially a part of the team.

As they broke their grasp, Maria worked Lennie off of the young black-haired beauty and immediately went down on Olivia, licking and slurping Lennie's spend that was dripping out of her. Taylor and Lori watched the activity, and turning to Lori, exclaimed once again, "She's such a fucking little pussy hound!"

Maria didn't pull her mouth off of Olivia's nectar but still mumbled, "Umm nnnt lille!"

*****

Late that afternoon, the front door opened. "We're home!" Lori shouted as she bounded into the entryway, her excitement obvious. Mike, Roger, and Danny followed her. Tony and Matt were in the living room, having been stripped by the girls an hour ago when they arrived and fucked silly. Both were still recuperating, albeit with shit-eating grins on their faces. As their minds cleared, both saw that another woman in her late thirties had joined them and was in the kitchen in a gabfest with three of the other girls.

"Roger, Dan, and Mike, come with me to get prodded before you start playing," Sharon said. All the men were caught off guard, even though the scent of freshly fucked women was lingering in the air. They followed her and, within minutes, had all received their regularly scheduled STD tests from their private nurse and sex specialist.

"Come on, boys, get over here so we can get you naked!" Taylor shouted with a big grin. The women paired up with their boyfriends, and the scene became an orgy in seconds.

Roger and Lori stopped and embraced in a passionate kiss that everyone recognized as a lover's kiss. She started stripping him and tossing his clothes to the floor while he fondled her nakedness, his cock getting hard as she exposed it while dropping to her knees.

Taylor walked to Mike and helped him as he tried to strip as fast as he could, not wanting to wait another second to enjoy her incredible charms. She pushed her naked tits into his face as she asked him to kneel. She pulled his head into her pussy and told him to start exploring.

Dan, caught daydreaming at the many naked beauties, was slow to respond to his two women, so they immediately started stripping him, Fiona kissing him first while DJ was unbuckling his pants and dropping them. Then DJ was kissing him as Fiona untied his shoes and stripped him naked below the waist. Together, they took off his shirt, and as he was now as naked as they were, all three fondled and kissed each other with passion. DJ led the three-pack of horndogs to the sectional, where Fiona immediately mounted Dan's face, letting him feast on her special scent of pussy, while DJ attacked his cock. The moans were so loud that everyone could easily hear them.

Lennie, watching from the side, curled his finger to Cindy, and she smiled and responded. Both were already nude and fell together into a passionate kissing display. Maria, with no man of her own, saw Lennie's welcoming smile directed at her and sauntered over to the power couple, who became a loving trio.

At that moment, the door opened, and in walked Kaylani, with her two suitors, Michael and Brett Victor. Seeing the sex fest starting without them, they began stripping each other as they fondled each other's naked skin. The scene was intoxicating for Sharon, who joined Kaylani and her twins, making it a six-some.

The sexual tension in the room exploded. Nothing was off-limits. Every body part was being fondled, penetrated, or rubbed by someone else. The sex was out of hand, just like it was intended to be. There was no beginning, no middle, and no end: just skin, sweat, moaning, and eventually body fluids of all types everywhere. It was new for the girls as a group, too. For the first time in a long time, they all had great sex together, and none of the girls made any money. Instead of judging the success of the encounter by how much money was transacted, not a single dollar changed hands. Maybe that was why everyone later said it was some of the best sex they've ever had in their lives.

*****

It was about ten o'clock in the evening. Except for Kaylani and the twin Victor brothers, who were off in her bedroom together, all had retired to the Jacuzzi overlooking Puget Sound on the upper deck. Seven women and six men were packed into the twelve-person Jacuzzi, making it cozy for all. The Jacuzzi jets fed forceful, bubbling, and pulsating currents of water, creating a massaging and soothing sensation on their tired bodies.

After six hours of nonstop sex, the tight fit was still comfortable. All the men had been drained of their spunk many times, and none could get hard again. Physically, they were spent. The girls were happy and content, lying next to their boyfriends, or in the case of Maria, lying with Lennie and Cindy.

"So how is this supposed to work?" Maria asked.

"What do you mean?" Cindy asked. Lori was interested because her man was involved. Fiona and DJ didn't think it applied to them, because Dan had never been a client; Taylor didn't think that way about Mike, either. Lennie was going to answer. However, he was too tired and relaxed in the 101F-degree water, jets blasting, providing soothing relief to his tired body. Finally, he responded after Maria's lecture.

"Roger and the Twins are some of our best clients," Maria preached, "and it's still two grand an hour with all of the girls. Between us, we made well over a million from them last year. What about the money now that they are the boyfriends of our girls? Are they still supposed to pay?"

"Sometimes personal satisfaction is more important than money," Lennie said. "I'm not worried about money. I care about the girls' personal situations. The girl they have committed to will no longer be hired. Let them live their lives. If Lori wants to invite one of you to party with Roger, and you want to--go for it. They are now a couple. In fact, we have a lot of couples around here now. Treat them as friends, like we did earlier today and not clients, okay?"

The girls nodded, a bit confused, but happy. Life for all had most definitely changed--for the better.

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Thanks for reading the second story I've ever written, and I have learned quite a bit. I would have never known how much there is to write a story. Appreciate your comments and support. There is a third, final story that is being written now, so look out for it to find out how everything turns out with this unlikely group of characters.