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I am up early. I go down to the gym and workout hard. I am getting soft, and this feels good, my muscles are burning. I do some legs, arms, and core. It's been a while since I've worked out, I need to get all my muscles limbered up. When done, I take a quick shower and find mom making breakfast.

Mom, "You're up early. The staff isn't up for a while yet. I decided to get you some breakfast. I need a few more minutes, I'm not quite a short-order chef."

Coffee is ready, I grab a cup and some cream. I am tired and sore. I worked too hard today. Mom places some pancakes, sausage, and juice on the table, enough for the two of us.

Mom snickers, "Nobody else will be up for a while."

We eat for a bit; no words are spoken.

Mom, as expected, is the first to talk, "What are your intentions with Laura?"

I am flippant, "Oh, I was thinking a hollow-point .38 between the eyes."

Mom drops her fork. She looks at me with the eyes of someone that see's their own death on the way. That chilled me.

I am more relaxed now, "That was a joke, mom. If I were going to kill her, I would have done it already."

Mom is furious, "Never joke about that. She's had a hard time the last year or so. She used to run Escort jobs from time to time. Something happened, something bad, and she stopped. I don't know who or what, but it changed her."

That's interesting, that might be the customer I want. Not a current one but a former one. I will ask about that later. Right now, I need to find out how they know who our customers are. That's an inside job. We have a call center and an accounting firm; both have access to the people and the money. The call center has access to who will be scheduled in the future.

There are a lot of reservations to go through. I am surprised at how infrequently an escort gets work. When they do, it's great money. Perfect college work. Interestingly, there is more demand for a man than a woman. Half are asked for specifically. New guys are the busiest. It's also unusual in that Janet Norwood is the person that booked the last night for each person that died. Wow, this lady is dumb.

I go up to my room, and Laura and Alice are still there. I shake Alice awake.

Alice looks at me with sleepy eyes, "Whattttttttt?"

Clinically, I ask for the facts: "Where is your call center located? Are they people you hired?"

Alice asks, "What?"

Laura answers, "It's a big company, and they handle many companies. It's called JJ Industries, they're at 250 Industrial Blvd, suite 300. Why?"

I smile, "I found a rat."

I go out to the garage, and I find an old '69 Barracuda in rough shape. It hasn't been restored yet. They say the engine has been restored but nothing else. Perfect. Any better and it gets stolen while I am inside.

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I walk inside the office of JJ Industries, and there is an older chunky woman behind the front desk.

I try to sound sexy, "Laura called over, you should be expecting me. I need a conference room and Janet Norwood. She has done an exceptional job, and we want to single her out."

Trisha is more than happy to help me out. She has love in her eyes, and that amuses me. She places me in a conference room big enough for twenty people. An overhead projector and top of the line chairs. It's a nice room.

It's a few minutes later that Trisha brings Janet into the room. She is a young twenty-something woman. Nothing special about her. Average all around. She is married if the ring is correct.

I use a low deep voice to say, "My name is Ken, and I am here representing L & A Industries."

The smile has left her face.

I continue, "Let me put my cards on the table."

I place a stack of 3 x 5 pictures, face down on the table, then I take out my revolver and put it on the table as well. Janet stares at the weapon. She is trembling, she looks at me pleading.

I slam my hand down on the pictures my laser printer spun out. I pick up the photos and offer them to Janet. She reluctantly agrees to take the images, and then looks at them. In three seconds, she flashes through all twenty pictures. She is staring at me, questioning me with her eyes. Her eyes are now swelling with tears.

I tell her softly, "When you give out the information about an escort, that's what happens to both bodies." She looks sick. "I used to work for the CIA, killing people. I never caught the four people doing this in Iraq. How did you get involved?

She is weeping softly as she starts her tale, "I'm a young newlywed. We are short of money. I was at a bar with some personal friends when a guy asks me if I want to make 10k cash. I wake up in the morning, and I feel like I had all three holes stuffed with a baseball bat. I am in a cheap motel room. I take an uber home. I have no money, no 10k, no credit cards. My husband had to pay, and I had to explain what happened to him.

"The next day at work, I get an email with a video of what they did to me. I then get a call explaining that unless I want the video going out to my family, husband, and coworkers, I will give them names when they ask for them.

"Giving out a name doesn't hurt anyone, so I did it. I knew they were up to no good, but what choice did I have?"

I pick up the pictures and lay them down face up in a line.

I use my angry voice, "This is the result of your choice." I pause several seconds for effect. She is bawling. "Now, you are going to fix this mess. Next time they call, give them my next appointment. Then call me, I will make sure they never hurt someone again."

I watch her for a moment. Something is wrong, she stopped crying too soon. She didn't ask about her safety. I smile, stand up, say "goodbye," and then walk out the door. I scan the room to see if anyone is watching me."

I hear Janet make a call, "Hey, it's me. He showed up and just left like you said he would. Ok, thank you. Yeah, I know, what a schmuck, right? See ya later."

I run straight to the reception room door and close it as I hear her opening the conference room door. That was close. My heart is beating hard. Swell, I might know when they are coming for me, but they will have time to prepare for me and know when I am coming. This isn't looking good.

With surprise, I had a hard time winning, now it is damn near impossible. I go home, ignore a mean comment from Laura, ignore a sexual favor from Alice, and walk to my room. I hear Alice mutter, "Oh shit, this is bad." It is.

I strip and walk into a hot shower. The steam quickly builds. I have my arms on the wall and my head on my arms. I am sad and feeling sorry for myself. I can't believe it's going to end like this.

I am so distraught; I don't hear someone sneak up on me from behind. I feel two large perky breasts push into my back while two willowy arms try to wrap around me. She doesn't say anything nor ask for anything. She is just here with me. This woman makes no sense, everyone wants something.

Her hands are slowly working around my chest, feeling my muscles.

She is very soft when she asks, "What's wrong? You ignored us when you came home, you looked like a zombie."

I lay the facts out, "They are going to kill me. I can't stop four of them. I had a chance when I had surprise on my side. The girl that is helping them is one of their people. She will tell me, but they know that."

Alice is upbeat, "Someone helped you in Iraq. Someone high up knows you and wants to help you. Now sounds like a great time to ask for help."

I am the voice of reality, "You don't understand, the people I used to deal with. They don't have published phone numbers, they don't have a desk, they are loosely related to our government for easy deniability. I have no way to contact them."

Laura asks, "How did they know you were going to Iraq?"

What the hell is she doing here? Laura is naked in the shower with her daughter and me? Well, fuck me. Now I have seen it all. Laura turns off the water and hands a towel to Alice. Laura and Alice both dry me off and then lead me to the bed. I am pushed down on my front. I hear bottles opening, for I assume oil again. Sure enough, I am being oiled up on my arms, back, and legs. They are working together.

Both rub their breasts on my body parts, and that feels awesome. I feel four hands massaging my oiled body, four breasts dragging up and down my body. Oh yes, this feels great.

Laura grunts her words as she applies pressure to my legs and feet, "You, must, find, a, way, to, contact, your, friends. They, want, to, help, you. Send, email, to, everyone, or a few, at, a, time. Damn, you, are, a, mess."

Alice is snarky, "Well, he doesn't see how he survives this. I think I would be stressed as well. Geez, mom, way to help."

Laura's temper flares, "Hey, young lady, there are people out there that will help him. We need to contact those people. There must be a way. Then he can plan a solution to wipe out the four of them. Hell, hire a Seal team."

Alice is mad now as well, "Yeah, let's go down to the corner store and tell them we want to rent a local US Navy Seal team to help kill some bad people. Awesome plan, mom."

I have an idea, "One of the first people killed, was the daughter of an admiral. I remember reading that somewhere."

I got up out of bed, still naked, and ran to my office. I checked my boards and then cross-referenced the data. Sure enough, Lizzy Mulbern is the granddaughter of Philip Townsend, US Navy Retired.

I log on to my laptop and send him an email with my information. I tell him enough to get him hopefully interested. I mention Iraq and the help I got. I also explain my trouble, four vs. one. They know the house that I will be coming to, and when.

I go back to my room and find it empty. I put clothes on and then head back downstairs. They have probably started dinner. I have the TV on, but I am distracted, I am worried about my life. I don't want to die.

Alice nudges me, "Um Ken, don't you think you're a bit old for cartoons?"

I look, and there is an old Bugs Bunny cartoon on the screen with Elmer Fudd chasing him.

I give her a blank look, "This is classic stuff. Nothing beats good old Bugs Bunny. Poor old Elmer Fudd never won. Bugs was way too smart and fast for him. Dinner ready?"

Alice kisses me and says, "Yes, just a simple spaghetti and garlic bread."

We spend a good hour talking and enjoying dinner. Alice and Laura split a bottle of wine. I still won't use alcohol; afraid it will slow my needed life-saving skills if we get attacked.

After dinner, we retire to the living room. I learn about tomorrow's client, a new woman that has never used an escort before; she is nervous. I am instructed on how to handle nervous clients and help turn them around, so they have a fantastic experience. They describe a lot of things that are above and beyond sex.

There is a knock at the door. I ask security on the radio, and they say it's okay, they checked out. I have no idea who this is, we aren't expecting anyone.

As I open the door, two men quickly push me on my ass and have assault rifles pointed at my head. Four more rush in and have both girls covered. They scream, like that will help. I know it's a coping mechanism.

I shout out, "Laura, Alice, these are American servicemen, it's ok. I sent an email, and I expect this is his answer. Calm down, we're in no danger."

My calm attitude calmed them down.

I point out to the men that none of us have a weapon, they ease up.

I ask the guy closest to me, "How long until he shows up?"

One of them says, "Thirty-two minutes."

I offer, "Do you mind if I take my family with me to a couch so we can sit comfortably. There is some good spaghetti in the kitchen and chairs in the dining room if you want to sit."

I turn the TV back on, and Bugs Bunny is now dealing with a Martian. That amuses everyone. At thirty minutes, we turn off the TV. The Admiral will be here soon. The guns are aiming at us again. It needs to look suitable for the Admiral. There is no knock at the door, the frail old man by the name of Gene comes in. He is slow to get around.

I stand up, all guns are on me, I tell Laura and Alice, "I want you two to stay in here. A lot of the things in my room are disturbing. You really don't want to see it. We'll be there a while, how about making some chocolate chip or peanut butter cookies."

Laura comments, "In other words, get lost."

Gene says with a slight slur, "Listen to him. The pictures will haunt you for years like they have me."

They go with a guard to make cookies.

Once in my office, I use a loud, clear voice, "I know who the four men are, I will know when they come for me, I just don't know how I survive yet. They're extremely intelligent. I've had no luck finding even a trace of them. The woman that will tell me when I am being set up will also tell them the same. Heck, she may not tell me. I'm in a terrible position here.

"The only thing I have going is that the women meet me outside or I don't stop. That will keep them alive until I am there, and hopefully, I can save them. What I need is backup. Someone to surprise them from the back. No guarantee they haven't foreseen this and are expecting mercs.

"These boards document all the knowledge I have, and this box has all the forensic evidence from the two doctors and their statements. I also recorded their statements."

Gene looks impressed, his sole question is, "Why?"

I explain, "I hate to lose to bad people. We tracked their killing in Iraq but never caught them. It was a cold case forever. My sister contacts me because her employees are being killed sadistically. I put two and two together, and I have a start. It goes from there. I am forced to be a male escort, though, so I have a reason to meet women."

Gene looks at me, "You poor man. The things you must endure to catch criminals."

The men snicker.

I shoot back, "Some of these women are crazy. One tried to drug me and make me a BSDM slave. I got one tomorrow that's afraid of men."

More serious now, "Can you help me? I sure could use some backup."

Gene is unsure, "I need to make sure this is the same team."

I am hopeful, "Maybe there were duplicates over there. Well, it was the Iraqi doctor that noticed the people had medical school training. I don't know if you have pictures or not, but that is how you tell."

Gene dismisses that, "They had no idea who she was, they cremated her and sent the bits back. It took DNA to identify her. I would bet this is the group. Either way, we need to take them out and see if the killings continue. We will take pictures of everything, and some people may come back. I want to help you."

I try to sound upbeat, "I appreciate the help, but as early as tomorrow, I might get the call, or they might be there. I do a job every other day."

Gene tells me, "I'll put a team on you. When you get the call, you will wear a mic. Continue using a unique car every time you go out. Don't worry about being followed, you will be. If there are others, we will take care of them."

Gene has seen enough, he leaves.

His people stay for two hours, getting copies of everything I have and two dozen chocolate chip cookies. I only got one.

I ask the man before he leaves, "Have any of you lost ... someone ... to these monsters?"

He looks me square in the eyes, "We all have. Each of us lost a sister that was a nurse."

I ask tentatively, "You think I'll get any help?"

He hugs me and pats me on the back, "Try and keep us away."

Exactly what I wanted to hear. They leave with cookies in hand. I feel much better. I sit down on the couch and put my hands over my face. I don't want them seeing these emotions of relief in me. I need to keep my distance. When this is over, I am done here. Time to go back to the Rockies.

Alice comes to me and pulls down my sweatpants. When I move my hands to assist, fuck me, it's not Alice.

I am about to say something, but Alice cuts me off, "Ken, shut up. Enjoy."

I was expecting some jealousy. Nope. Alice sits in a chair and is watching her mom perform a near-perfect blowjob. With so much hate and nastiness, what changed?

She is deepthroating me. Oh my, everything touches my knob. As everything slides down her throat, it catches, and it feels glorious. She plays with me, in and out, in and out, her tongue glides along the underside of my cock. She uses some hand, saliva, and some pressure while sucking with different intensities.

It's too much, the ice queen sucks a mean cock. I shout out, "LAURA!" moments before I spew my cum down her throat. That was precisely what she needed to pull off the deep throat yet remain poised to suck my balls dry. Suck she did, up to and including me running dry.

I am light-headed and in a bit of a daze that Laura did that. I thought she hated me. I am confused and fall over on the couch. Alice puts my legs back up on the couch and gives me a couch pillow to rest my head on. I assumed I was going to take a nap. However, Laura wrapped me in her arms, with her naked breasts stuck to my face.

That's when the waterworks turn on. I have no clue what I did, but if Laura is involved, it must be me.

Annoyed, I inquire, "What did I do now?"

I get no response. I look at Alice, and she shrugs her shoulders. I sit up and hug Laura back. She stops crying.

Laura explains, "I forced you to come here, I forced you to have sex with your niece, I forced you to have sex with a few women, and now as a result of my action, your life is in jeopardy. I am solely responsible. If you die, it's as if I pulled the trigger."

Everything she said is true. Well, more or less true. Shit, I better fix this, or she will get worse.

I look at Laura, "I was hiding from the world in Colorado, I needed to join society again. Those four monsters need to die. I left Iraq frustrated because I never caught them. I knew the odds were long when I agreed to this. With the new help, I'll get through this.

"I am glad you came around and no longer hate me. Forcing me to come out here and then set me up with the psycho mistress was harsh. I almost left. I gave you my word, I'm forced to stay and see this through. What changed? What made you stop hating me? Have you stopped hating me?"

I can see Alice begging her mother with her eyes to speak up. She does.

Laura is looking at the floor with tears in her eyes, "I was working as an escort right before my daughter started. I don't particularly like sex with men, I prefer women. There are some things that only a man can provide, and I sometimes need that. Servicing men fulfilled my needs. It was a Monday, and I was meeting a new client. He was a rich oilman from Texas.

"He was soft, gentle, and kind as he kissed me and played with my nipples. I gave my body to him. Snap, snap, I have handcuffs on my wrists behind my back. Snap, snap, my ankles are handcuffed together. I am placed on the bed on my back, a ball gag is placed in my mouth. He throws a bag over my head and cinches the bottom. I am blind now.

"Let's just say, he was a bit rough. A maid found me and called 911. He left five grand in my account. Alice didn't want to be an Escort, but that day I retired, and she took over." Now crying. "She never wanted to take over."

They are both crying now.

Alice continues while crying, "Mom got beat up bad. She was in the hospital for a week and wouldn't talk. The police came, she talked to them, but he was never charged."

I ask, "What's his name?"

Alice spits out the name like its satin, "Billy Bob McKenzie." His dad owns half of Texas.

Alice continues, "She wouldn't talk for a week. Her will was broken. It took two months to heal physically. As you can see, emotionally, it's been harder. She doesn't like men so much, even you."

I chuckle, "Oh, I think she might have changed her mind on me. Maybe a little bit."

Alice has a straight face, "She will do anything to get her way. Right now, a motivated you is the thing she needs. She wants those four MEN dead."

I have no smile anymore, "That is exactly what I want as well. Today is my workday. I got the new woman tonight. Tomorrow, I'm using the airplane again."

Laura is fuming, "I have sent people down there before. I'm not losing you now when I need you so bad. I forbid it!"

My anger is upfront and roaring right now, my voice is far meaner than I intend, "I don't give a fuck. Hey! I have been a good boy this week. I shared my body with these women. I shared my knowledge with your friends. Hell, I even shared my body with your daughter. I fucking DON'T like to share. I don't give a rats ass what you think about me going to New York."

Laura looks confused, "I thought you were going to Texas."

I am still yelling, "I don't give a fuck about you! You're a conniving, manipulative bitch. I need to get some things for my meeting with those bad men. The best place is Al's in New York."

What I won't tell her is that I will stop by Texas on my way back. I don't like people hurting my family. Hell, I will even use his runway.

With happiness in my voice, "I have a 5:00 appointment with Heather tonight. I am going to take a nap, and then I will need two suggestions for dinner. I want the '59 Corvette convertible dug out for tonight. Good night my lovely family."

Laura is right behind me as I walk back to my bedroom. She adjusts the alarm clock, takes off her blouse and skirt. She is left with panties and a bra. She is first to get in bed.

Laura says to me, "Men sleep better with a woman in bed. I want you at your best if this is the night they attack. Shut up, get in bed, and get some sleep."

Alice would have done just as well. Why did my man-hating sister volunteer? Did she volunteer? I am tired, I fall asleep.

Chapter 9 - Heather Stapleton

I pull up to Heather's colossal mansion in my '59 convertible (top-down) Corvette. It's manly fire engine red, with white trim on the indentations. It purrs like a Cheetah, waiting to take off in a blink of an eye.

I ask, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Heather gives me a nervous, "No."

I am out of the car and opening the passenger side door for her. She clearly is not expecting this. She smoothly gets in, and I close the car door. I return to my seat.

Before we leave, I ask, "La Pita Brule or Nick's Steak House?"

She is lost in thought, "That's a hard one, both are awesome. I'm hungry, let's do Nick's."

I press the gas pedal, and we both sink back into the fine leather crafted bucket seats.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull up to the steak house. Valet takes the car, and we share a terrific meal. She is easy to talk to, and all the nervousness is long gone. We have a few things in common. For her, at age sixteen, she took over as owner for her mother, who died of a heart attack in bed. She is worth over a billion dollars, and men are knocking on the door to fuck her all the time.

She can't have any of them know she is a virgin. Wow, twenty-six and still a virgin. She has been the owner for eight years, impressive. I can't tell her what I really am, but I do tell her I have a sizeable bank account, although much smaller. I order an excellent wine that will go well with dinner. We drink wine and talk more like we are old friends than in a paid situation.

Heather changes to a shy voice in the blink of an eye, "Is this how you are with all women, or are you this nice of a guy. How much of this is the agency, and how much is you?"

I laugh hard, "Heather, my dear, I am doing my family a favor. They don't approve of almost everything I do. 5:00 date, it's natural to assume you haven't had dinner. From there, I'll wing it. Every-women gets my system the first time. For you, it will be slightly different. It will blow your mind."

Heather is curious, "You seem older than me, self-confident. Are you old enough to be my father?"

I laugh at the child, "Oh no, I'm thirty-two, about six years older than you. Am I too old?"

She is quick to respond with a light laugh, "Oh no. You're fine. I just wanted to make sure you weren't much older. Your body looks young, but your maturity says you are much older. I read people; I handle them differently based on their life experiences. If they earned or were given their money is a factor as well. I knew you earned your own money. You never did say what you do?"

I giggle, "No, I didn't tell you. I'm not proud of my past or what I did so well for a living."

Heather is shy, "My dad is about two levels above your former boss. He knew you by name, called you the best they ever had. I get all prospective dates checked out with dad. I don't want to date a criminal. That's bad for business.

"Naturally, I was intrigued when my dad knew you by name. He doesn't talk about his work often. I know you won't talk about it, but he told me he will help with your pest issue. That's the only reason I brought it up, it sounded important."

He will be recording my phone calls and monitoring my email. I am feeling much better now.

After dinner, we go back to her place. All the lights are out. I inquire, and she sent the staff home. She didn't want them to know what we are going to do. Am I being set up?

She unlocks the door and walks in first. Nobody shows themselves. She takes my hand and seems to be in control now. She drags me upstairs and to a white room. White walls, white carpeting, white pillows, white bedspread, and white sheets.

I don't see any towels, I ask, "We're going to need extra towels. There will be some blood." She jerks to a stop. "Not much, with everything white here, the bit of blood really stands out."

Heather comes back with a large stack of blue towels. This will work perfectly. I lay a few out on the center of the bed. I sit close to her on the bed.

I look Heather straight in the eyes, "If you still have your hymen, I can't stop the pain. I have heard it described as mild up to and including the end of the world. All agree it doesn't last long, and that fucking is so much worth any amount of pain you encounter. I have a system for all my first timers with me. You will get that tonight. Any other time, we do the things you like."

Heather is still dressed. I have her stand up. She wants to remove her clothes, I stop her.

I explain, "Baby, I will do this for you. My touch will burn your skin. Lightning bolts with shoot to your vagina. Your stomach will be alive with butterflies. Close your eyes and take it all in. It's an amazing experience.

Heather takes a good, deep breath and then closes her eyes. I unbutton each of the seven buttons slowly. My fingers touch her breasts often, and she has several small intakes of her breath when I touch her. I move around to her back. I pull the blouse off her body, one arm at a time. While doing this, I exhale a humid breath on her neck, kiss her neck, she flinches, and then take off an arm of a blouse. The garment falls to the floor after both arms are released. She moans.

She has a long skirt on. I unzip the zipper on the side, and then it's easy to pull down the skirt. She is wearing a lovely deep red matching bra and panty set. It's edged with a frilly white lace. Nice quality stuff.

I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her close to me. Her leg runs into my hard cock. She squeaks and tries to move, she can't. She gives in to touching my cock. I use my tongue on her earlobe as my right hand slowly pulls down the right bra strap. She emits an "Ohhhh..."

I move to the opposite earlobe and use my left hand to slide the left strap off her left shoulder. She shudders at my touch. With a practiced move, one hand holds the cups in place, while the other uses a deft flick of the wrist to unlatch all three clasps at one time. My second hand comes around, now I have one hand holding up each breast.

I allow both breasts to fold down unevenly. That means one is revealed shortly before the other. I move around the front to get a good look.

I smile at her, "You are very nice looking. You're still young enough that your skin is perfect, no crow eyes, and your breasts are perky. They feel amazing."

My lips reach down and attach themselves to the light pink nipples that have turned hard since I started.

My voice is raspy, "Feels amazing to almost be naked in front of a stranger, right?" I can see her body swaying, she loves this.

I slowly descend her body. My fingers grasp her ass. I grab it hard, which causes her to moan. Slowly, I pull the drenched garment down her legs. They don't flutter down like light material should. Nope. These fall to the floor with a thud, like dropping a wet washcloth.

Heather turns red from embarrassment, all the way down to the top of her breasts. I lean forward and eat her pussy until she orgasms. It took almost no effort to eat her to orgasm. Her legs give out, I catch her. I pick her up and place her on the edge of the bed.

I take off my shoes and socks, then stand in front of Heather by a foot or so. Heather sits up, and she comes back to her senses. There is a massive smile on her face.

Heather sounds shy when she says, "My older sister suggested an escort. She said your kind, discrete, and tender. You will do what I want. She had no idea that I didn't know what I wanted. I find out all my rich friends are using your company. None of them have ever heard of you before. I didn't want them to find out that I was twenty-five and a virgin still.

"I took over a manufacturing company at age sixteen. Fourteen hundred people rely on me for a paycheck. Everyone took advantage of me until I started firing people. Now they all think I'm a bitch. I am. I had to be. Now here I sit, literally paying a man to fuck me."

She buries her face in her hands as she starts crying. I let her cry. I have a sister; I have seen this before. Oh, woe is me, pity me, look how sad my life is, show me, love. Blah, blah, blah! I am not falling for that shit.

After a few minutes, she looks at me and is furious, "You heartless piece of shit!"

My response is priceless and well-practiced, "You, done yet? I have an older sister that is ten times better than you. It's better when you ease into the tears slowly and then kick your legs on the bed, you know, a proper temper tantrum."

She lunges out at me with a fist. My hand catches and holds it.

"People have died for doing less than that to me," is my standard reply.

Heather pulls her hand back like it is on fire, she eyes me carefully.

My voice is calm, "My sister owns the Escort agency. I'm trying to snuff out some truly heinous individuals that love carving up pretty women like you and the escort. I do bad things to bad people.

"You're my cover for the night. I'm not big enough to be an escort, yet the women that have been with me so far are begging to get me back. How about we continue without the bullshit, have a good time, and maybe, just maybe, I will let you live."

Heather looks like she is holding her breath.

I smile at her, "That last part was a joke." She looks visibly relieved. "I told you, I only hurt bad people. Would you like to remove my clothes?"

She is unsure, "Do I?"

I nod my head, yes. That pleases her.

"This is for you. Enjoy yourself," I feel like a broken record.

For her part, she does break out into a broad grin. She stands very close to me and unbuttons the two on my suit coat. She pushes the jacket off my shoulders, and it slips down my arms. She places the coat on a large chair, folded over the back. Next is my shirt. She looks to be having an internal debate between unbuttoning and ripping the shirt off. I assist.

Using a deep, soft voice, "Anyway you like it."

She looks up at me like, "Do you really mean that?"

I nod my head, "Yes."

She unbuttons one in the center of my chest. One hand goes to the right side, and the other to the left side of my shirt. Like opening a zipper, she pulls hard, and buttons fly off alternating right and left from the center to both ends. She has a magnificent smile on her face. That was fun and exactly what she wanted to do. She leaves my gold watch, gold chain neckless, and my three gold rings on.

She now unbuckles my belt and smoothly pulls the belt through all the loops. The button is next to be undone, and the zipper follows quickly behind. This is her first time touching my hard cock as she unzips me, the head pops out a bit. She looks up at me with a big "O" on her face. I giggle; she is cute.

She pushes my pants down with my assistance in stepping out of them. Her eyes are bulging at seeing the long stick pointing out of my boxers.

I grin as I whisper, "Now, wasn't this much better than me taking off my clothes?"

Not sure she heard me, she is still mesmerized, staring at my cock.

I prompt her, "Go ahead, finish stripping me. Prepare me for pleasuring you."

In a quick move, my boxers are on the floor. She is still staring at my cock and has a huge smile on her face. She looks up at me and then back at my cock. I guide her to the bed and have her lay down on the towels.

I move to the bed and straddle her body, my cock dragging over her body. I start my system with light, gentle kisses. You know the routine, kiss, pamper, play with breasts, kiss breasts, suck on nipples.

When it came to eating pussy, this is a bit different, she has no experience. Her reaction was too explosive previously. This time, I came in softer and slower. I don't want her orgasms running into each other. Not with her experience. I run into a problem. As I slowly and tenderly lick her pussy lips, she explodes in her orgasm. Ooops. It seems that Heather loves the slow and tender. Rather than staving off her orgasm, I induced it quicker.

I stop my ministrations; she needs to catch her breath. Her heartbeat is wild, she is working hard to breathe, and she is perspiring heavily. Her hair is matted, and we are only two minutes into eating pussy. She does indeed love this. I start up again, this time harder and faster. This sure is better, who would have thought?

She gets five good orgasms before she has had enough. Most stop earlier, I am impressed. I walk on my knees up the bed, so I am in position. I stick a finger into her pussy, lubrication is no issue. I run my finger along the side of her clit, and she holds her breath tight. Heather loves that feeling.

I rest back on my ankles, "I will stop as soon as I'm through. It won't stop the pain, but it will stop more pain or from making the pain worse. You tell me when to continue. I'll wait all night for you."

I slowly push forward until I encounter an obstacle. I softly apply an increasing amount of pressure on the hymen. Soon it gives way, and I stop pushing forward. Heather's reaction is to pull her legs back and release a quick scream. She is frozen with fear that it might get worse.

Heather is lucky, the pain isn't that bad, and she wants to feel my cock pressing into her again.

She looks me directly in the eyes, reaches forward, and kisses me right on the lips. The kiss lingers for a few moments before she releases me.

Heather's voice is shallow as she says, "Thank you, it wasn't so bad. Please continue immediately. I want to feel that monster fill me up."

From there, it goes according to the script. The only difference is that Heather feels less like a client and more like a date. Everything is more natural. I don't feel like I am following a list, I am having sex with a woman I like.

By the time I get home, the sun is coming up. Alice is sleeping on the couch, I guess, waiting for me. I tap her shoulder. She looks up at me and smiles big. Her arms reach out to me yet are too short to touch me. I smile at her, bend over, and pick her up. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Her head is on my chest, and her eyes are closed.

I stop at her door, so I can open it. I hear her say no, by saying "Mmmm - mmmm," and shaking her head no. It's her room. Wait a minute, why was she waiting for me? I walk to my room, nothing from her. I walk into my room, and she reaches out and closes the door as we walk by. I set her down on my bed. She rolls over.

I strip my clothes off and get in bed. Alice rolls back, right into my arms. I smile as she places my hands on her breasts. I quickly fall asleep; Heather wore me out.

Chapter 10 - Mary Kline Again

On my day off, I trace the money to our accounting company. Who processed the payment of each of the people that died? The problem is, it's not the event itself, but any time previously. That exponentially increases the leads to track down. It's a long tiresome day.

The following day is just as dull. I hate tracing payments, invoices, and anything in between. It's odd, it's 3:00 and I don't know where I am going. I go up and start getting ready. I shave, take my shower, wash my hair, and dry myself off thoroughly. I put on my jewelry, my suit, my cologne. I am one hot stud.

Sitting on my bed is Alice with a card. She isn't happy at all. I have a smile on my face up until Alice tells me that I am meeting Mary Kline again. She is fuming.

Alice growls at me like this is my fault, "Mary was a bitch, and mom was all too happy to sign her up again. Be careful with this one. She's super wealthy and likes her fun." She hands me the card.

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I am nervous about this woman. She is an ice queen and not used to losing. My sister did get her to add a zero to get me next, that's worth something. I see Mary coming out of the house as I pull up. She is glaring at me. This woman is ignored by her husband, he is a control freak. I guess she likes to be in charge anywhere she can. Paying our fees, she probably thinks she deserves that. Too bad, I don't play that game.

Mary puts out her arms and greets me with a hug and a smile. On hugging her, I see two large men pop out from behind the door. I also feel a tiny pinprick.

Mary tells me with a strong voice, "I have a needle in you. Don't move, or it might kill you. These men will help you. Good night Ken."

I fall asleep. What the hell!

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I wake up, naked, in a dungeon, on a big table. I am restrained with chains securely. There are two huge men in leather with masks covering their faces. Both men have more muscles than a bodybuilder. These are steroid users, they're too big. Mary is in a glossy leather outfit with a whip in hand. Oh yes, to make this fun fest even better, I have a ball gag in my mouth.

Mary has a mask on, but it's obviously her.

Mary uses a robust commanding voice to explain to me, "My husband calls me dumb. The house staff ignores me, because my husband pays them. Nobody takes me seriously. My one time I get to be in charge is when I hire an escort. Typically, they take a hell of a beating. Then you came along, and you deny me my fun. You're immune to legal drugs, not illegal ones, by the way."

Well, isn't this just fine. Are these the killers? It's not who I expected, maybe a parent?

She snaps the whip with expert precision in front of my face, breaking me from my reverie. Oh shit.

Mary says to me, "I'm going to strike you ten times with a variety of implements. I expect you to count them out and then say, 'Thank You, Mistress. May I have another.' Failure to do so will cause me to start at one again."

The ball gag is removed by an assistant.

Holy fuck! I need to get out of here. I use all my strength to pull on the chains. Nothing. This is just wood, if I pull enough, it will break. The pain will give me extra strength. Then I will kill them all!

I see the whip circle twice, and then it goes across my ass, and I hear a snap.

I cry out with a shout, "One! Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?", Wait a minute. What the fuck just happened? I should feel a sharp stinging on my ass, and I should have tears in my eyes. I felt getting hit. WHACK! I got hit again. I scream out, "TWO!" and all that bull crap she wants to hear. Ok, she wants the fun, but she is skilled enough; she can have her charade without hurting me.

I am on board now. I scream out every hit, I moan in agony every so often, I try to tear, for effect, but I suck at that. I can make the sound of crying well. It takes her about two hours to "beat the hell out of me." The two huge men carry me upstairs to the bedroom and then leave.

I use her full-length mirror and count three welts.

Mary is walking out of her washroom, now naked, and is soft in her voice, "Sorry about those three. I missed. It's much easier to cause pain. My husband and the staff never listen to me. I loved beating the escorts that came through here. It gave me so much power. You showed me something else. I bet if future escorts are treated like you, they'll treat me like you did."

I laugh, "Oh yes, I'm positive that their attitude will be far better. You have had my system, now it's your turn, what do you want?"

She flat out laughs in my face. She must sit on the bed and hold her sides because she is laughing so hard. I don't understand. I sit next to her, stunned.

Mary finally catches her breath, she reaches her arms out for a hug, "Oh dear Ken, come to me and let me explain. You kissed me, played with my breasts and nipples, ate me to almost eight orgasms, then you fucked the hell out of me for an hour. That kills many women. You then fuck me some more, at a quicker pace than the first fucking, and follow that up with a third fucking, and I never have to suck your cock.

"Men don't usually spend that effort. That is something that only a lover does. Your inexperience in the business shows. Where most guys in your shoes just want to end the night as soon as possible, you're having fun. You're in no rush to go anywhere, you're enjoying this too much, as am I. So, no, I don't want to do anything different than last time. That was better than perfect."

I ran her through the system, and it's better the second time. Oh, so much better.

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When I pull up at home, the living room lights are on. Both Alice and Laura are there to check up on me. Alice is almost near tears. Laura has a look of satisfaction on her face. They both ask how it went, I walked past them without saying a word. That made them both mad.

I walk into my room and close the door. Alice walks into the room and then closes the door. Laura opens the door, comes in, and then closes the door. Why do I have a door? I walk into my washroom while Alice lays down on my bed after stripping, and Laura sits down on my bed. She is annoyed at Alice being in my bed.

I take a nice long shower with very hot water. I dry myself off and then walk back into my bedroom. Like lightning, Laura is up to look at my backside.

Laura screams, "Three! That's all? I can barely even see them!"

She rushes at me with a fist, I easily knock it aside. She screams and stomps out of my room.

Alice, on the other hand, is all full of smiles. Her arms are out for a hug from me. I give her a gentle, warm, loving hug.

Alice is beaming with joy as she asks me how I stopped my slaying. I explain the evening and how it went down. She is quite impressed. Alice jumps out of bed, I roll over, she turns off the lights, pushes herself back into me, and we spoon. My hands are placed on her breasts, and I fall asleep.

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In the morning, I wake up to Alice, trying to mount my morning wood. My hips are turned, she has the wrong angle. I move away.

Alice pleads with me, "Please, Ken. I can't go out, no men are coming in. I need to get laid! I know, I know! But we already did it. We crossed that line already, and you were awesome."

I check the facts, "What? I seem to remember being told how bad I sucked."

Alice has a hand over her mouth and is trying to look innocent, I can't believe it's working!

Alice shyly says, "Most of the men that come here are hung like a horse, get lots of women, and have been told their entire life how great they are. My job is to kill their pride, this is about the customer. Then I give them some pointers on what the women want. I point out how pleasing the woman increases their tip. The ones that listen stay. The others ... don't."

Oh, swell. What do I do? She is staring at me like she is in pain. I am tired, last night wore me out. That was an actual marathon. I use my big palm to slap her hip, knocking her over. Alice continued the rolls up into doggie position.

I insert my full cock slowly. Then I start a stage two fucking, not my fastest, but I do use the entire length. Alice is grunting with each thrust. This is precisely what she wants and needs. Almost immediately, I am in trouble. I thought it was because I'm tired. I am having a hard time thrusting in with full force. I feel light-headed, I attribute that to my long night. I keep fucking this beautiful woman. I speed up so we can end this. I can't hold back; my pain is too much. I do orgasm inside my niece, it feels incredible. There is pain in my chest and my left arm.

OH FUCK! I hear Alice yelling, "KEN! Ken! Ken. ..." I fall into a black void. I lose all vision, and then the pain is gone.

Chapter 11 - So much for rest

I wake up in a hospital. I have oxygen going to my nose, EKG doing its thing, a drip with meds in my arm, a blood pressure armband that auto inflates, and an oxygen sensor on my finger.

I know the layout; I am in the ICU. My family is all here. Alice and Laura are asleep in the chairs. I see two men outside the doors, and there are two more on the inside, off to the side, concealed. Mom is by the bed, holding my hand.

Mom says to me softly, "The two inside and outside appeared out of nowhere. They have official-looking badges but won't say where they're from. Mary gave you a mix of illegal drugs, that appears to have caused a heart attack in you. You're responding well; you'll be back on your feet soon.

"They've done a lot of tests, you are healthy as a horse, and from what I saw, hung like one as well. The two cute nurses like cleaning your body. Each day, you get a bath."

I chuckle at that, and everyone is up and rushing towards me. When the nurses see that I am awake and not dead, they stay back. Laura and Alice fight to hold my hand opposite of mom, they see her determination. Mom is NOT giving up access to my hand.

I am more amazed to see that Laura cares. Who am I kidding? She needs me to kill the killers. She doesn't give a damn about me. Alice is a whole different animal. I don't believe she loves me; she just loves to have sex. She doesn't complain at all about being an escort.

Yet looking at their eyes, I see genuine concern in Laura and lust in Alice. I need to watch this. Maybe Laura is just under extreme stress. Having your people killed would do that to me. Why didn't they just kill Laura and take over the business? ... To bring me out of hiding. It can't be the CIA, or I would be dead already.

Why do they want me dead? Because the CIA has already tried to kill them. Yeah, that makes sense. I used to be the best they had; these guys are afraid of me. Now I can draw them out. I startle my family when I order them out of the room.

I tell my family, "Have the two guys outside arrange to have you brought home. I need a pen and paper. I'm going to give you a list of things I want you to do as soon as you get home. I'm giving my friends here a list as well. I will be home soon. It's time we kill us some bad people.

I tell the silent bodyguards, "I need my name removed from the files. Then I want a doctor to add notes that I self-discharged against hospital wishes because I am too weak. I need all of this brought home. We need a doctor, not from this hospital, to keep me alive. They will track me down, see the John Doe, and know it's me. Then because I'm going home and frail, they'll come after me. Let's make sure we are ready."

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I am in my bedroom, lying in a hospital bed. The bed was cut apart to put my four-claw cast iron bathtub in the bed for safety. I'd rather have them shoot my cast iron tub than me. There are four sides of beef in my room propped up, with doctor cloaks on them and a heat lamp on the inside of the body to fool infrared sensors. I want them shooting at what should look like a doctor in the dark.

Outside of my door, the stairway comes up. My door is directly ahead, while a bedroom to down hallways to the left and right. It's in those two hallways that two men are hiding in three-sided lead lined cubes. Again, it should defeat heat signatures and they can shoot the bad guys. You see the plan? Hide my helpers and shoot at anything but me.

The last item of defense is a baseball net that children use. You have seen them; kid throws a baseball and the ball comes back to the child. What's the first thing everyone does when storming the castle? They throw in a flashbang grenade. It stuns people in the room and disorients them. It makes for easy killing.

A grenade is less reliable, I could still be very much alive, it all depends on how the fragments fly. With a flashbang, they're more reliable because they spread out 360 degrees. In my defense plan, I figure mister bad guy throws the flashbang and the net returns it right back at them. Then my friends clean up.

My family can't leave the house, I am sure we are being watched. I had them put the refrigerators and freezers in the basement to hide their heat signatures.

Why am I so paranoid? I liked using technology to see where people were and if there were any surprises. With heat sensing devices, walls are no issue.

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Around 10:00 PM, four men come up the side of the driveway in the bushes. We see them on our night vision cams. They break a small window in the garage door and let themselves in. The last one is shot in the back by a sniper. One down.

The other three know the fourth is dead, they're spooked, and they come straight up the stairs. One on each side and one in the center. My door is pushed open, and a flash grenade is thrown in and goes off. I am disoriented. The men did not notice the lead encased boxes holding the guards outside of my bedroom. The guards immediately shoot the three men dead.

I say on the comm, "Nobody move. That wasn't them, it was too easy. I'll call 911. Remember, these men are doctors, they may come dressed as doctors or paramedics in an ambulance."

I have the men upstairs put up the netting in the doorway. That flashbang was supposed to go back at the attackers. They FORGOT to put it up! The doorway now has the net installed and the dead bodies are moved to the side.

Sure enough, way too soon, an ambulance pulls up with a stretcher handled by two men. Two others have "first aid" boxes. They come inside, up the stairs, and throw a real grenade into my room, very amateur of them. The door has the netting this time. Sure enough, it returns grenades just like a baseball. It works so much better when in place. In the dark, it's invisible, they had no clue. The four men are a mess. Unfortunately, my guards got injured as well. Now it's just me. OH SHIT!

There will be four of them and only one of me.

Again, I yell out, "Don't move a muscle. I bet they are watching us. If you get shot at, let us know. Look behind you for moving people."

I hear an "Oh shit!" Next is the gunfire. This is all wrong, I yell out: "diversion!"

I later find out that the second team of four stayed in the ambulance. They got into the house unnoticed while everyone else was looking for people behind them. I now have the four killers in front of me, and I am in a hospital bed. Swell. Again, how do I kill four?

They never say a word. They all needed a shave, look dirty, and there is no love in their eyes. They look like bad people and with luck, none of them make it out of here.

Two Navy Seal snipers each take out one man, one on each end. My curtains are open going out onto the porch so the snipers could possibly help. They use the latest in technology and see just fine in the dark. They even make it easy for me by taking out one on each end, leaving just the two in the middle.

Each of the two men in the middle look shocked to see the man next to them die. For me, that gave me plenty of time to kill my two. Two lightning fast shots between the eyes.

In those few moments, they use their Uzi's to fill my bed with lead, trying to take me out. Lucky for me, I am in my bathtub. They shot up my bathtub good and left me untouched. A fact that I will be eternally grateful for.

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As I go downstairs into the basement, it's chilly.

I call out, "It's safe, it's me, Ken!"

It turns out the bad guys didn't use thermal imaging; they were still stuck with technology from twelve years ago. They never updated, and they are dead because of that.

Laura and Alice rush to me quickly. I gather the family and put them in the limo. I give the house staff directions to fix everything up. We drive out to the airport and board our airplane. Off we go to Los Angeles.

I am tired, I still ask, "Any questions?"

Laura sums it up, "What the fuck!"

I smile, "The first wave was way too easy. The second wave was expected because of the first. When they really came at us, that was unexpected. Without those snipers, I'd be dead. I'm quick enough to kill two, but not four. They solved my issue, and I owe them my life.

"In the hospital, it was Laura that made me see their plan. I was surprised she cared for me. Then it hit me, why not kill her, Alice, mom, and dad? They could have taken over. The reason is they wanted me. The CIA had been sending people after them and had been failing. They used you to draw me out because I was the last threat they feared. Once I understood that, I set the plan in action.

"We're going to a nice hotel tonight; I got a couple of nice big rooms for a few days while they fix up the house. We trashed it bad. When it's fixed, I will go back to my retirement."

Mom raises an eyebrow, "Two rooms?"

I look at Laura and Alice, "Do we need more?" They both shake their heads no.

Mom and dad have a look of surprise on their faces.

Laura asks, "Don't you think it will be more fun with us? It could be a lot of fun..."

I snort, "Your idea of fun and mine might be different. Mary is not my idea of fun. Heather, on the other hand..."

Laura teases me, "She has been calling non-stop for you. She's worth a lot of money."

I smile, "Her money doesn't interest me. Heather, the person she is ... interesting."

Alice adds, "She is pretty."

I point out, "She doesn't have much experience. I think I like a woman that knows what she's doing." I kiss both of my sisters softly on the lips.

Once off the plane and into a limo, we are off to the Ritz-Carlton.

In the limo, Laura asks, "Ken, I don't think you know our financial situation. You're spending a bunch of money, and I just barely made payroll due to the deaths and such. It's killing our business."

I smile at her, "I made awesome money, I invested well. I lived off the grid, meaning I spent no money. I'm paying for it all, including fixing the house. Relax, I got this."

It's late and dark outside. Still lots of bright lights showing off downtown. Both Laura and Alice are cuddled up with me. Mom and dad seem relaxed finally. We pull up to the large hotel, and there are two guests in front of us. It's 4:00, no, 2:00 AM in this time zone. We go straight up to our rooms, strip, and are in bed, dead tired.

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At 6:00, the sun came up. That was rude of it. Because nobody closed the drapes last night, it's bright in here. Someone got up, closed every curtain, and snuck back into bed. They got a blind kiss on a cheek. Mom and dad woke us up at noon. We all go down for lunch but ate breakfast.

My big decision is either to sleep by the pool or go back to bed. The bed wins, it's more comfortable. I send the girls out shopping and I am back in my bed. It's not long before I hear some boxes and bags being brought into our room by a bellhop. Damn, she did some shopping. I hear the toilet, and the shower gets used. I am on my side, relaxed, and feeling much better.

I keep my eyes closed; I want to see if I can tell which one came back. It was Laura.

Laura uses a soft and breathy voice, "Ohhhh Kennnnnnn. You have clean clothes now. You suck at planning, you know that?"

I stick my head out, "You had half a day of shopping, I got half a day of sleep, how did I go wrong?"

She reaches down and plants a slow, soft, lingering kiss on my lips. Her smile is infectious, she removes her clothes and gets in bed with me. I am deciding between eating, taking a shower, and sleeping some more.

Laura has another option. She moves around a bit and then pushes my hips back so that I roll over on to my back. She scampers quickly between my legs and sucks in my cock. WOAH! I didn't see that coming. Yes, this is another option, and it's feeling darn good. I didn't think Laura liked me at all. Why is she sucking my cock? This makes no sense. I love the way that she is looking up at me all the time.

Damn, she has mean cock sucking skills. She can deep throat me. That is an amazing feat. I know that she used to be an escort. That means she has all the skills and knowledge to be a superstar in bed.

Laura asks me playfully, "What is it about you that the women are so drawn to you. Every one of them was beating down my door to get more of you. Price was no object. You're not the longest or thickest. You have little experience."

I take my time to explain my system. Laura still seems like she is missing something.

Laura has a frown on her face, "Alice told me almost the same story. My guys are bigger, longer, more experienced, younger, better looking, and yet, they all want you. I don't get it."

I know why, "Your eighteen-year-old studs did this for the money. They kiss, tweak nipples, eat pussy, fuck-hard, and then fuck them again. Here's your bill, sign here, thank you very much. Look at the way you were sucking my cock. You did everything possible to get me off. You had desire. I bet most of your female escorts just suck dick. They're good, but without the willingness, it just isn't the same.

"I'll fuck a woman three times in a night. Each time I give it everything I have with the emphasis on her getting off first. You've seen me when I get home, I'm wiped out and tired as hell. I use a lot of energy to make a woman feel that special."

Laura sits down, "I guess I understand. I never loved it. I was doing a job. They liked me because I had large breasts and was cute. I was a pleasant place for them to cum in. None of them cared about me. I certainly didn't care about them."

I suggest, "How about we finish up here and then let's go grab some dinner. Text Alice and our parents see if they're interested. I will shower and put on the stuff you bought me. You did get me pants, right?"

Laura swats my hands and is inhaling my cock once again. My God, she is fantastic at sucking cock. She is a blur at the techniques she uses. Truly special. I would not mind this every morning when I wake up. Literally, it's less than a minute, and I am spurting down her throat. She pulls back to enjoy the taste of my cum.

I feel SO much better right now. I need a minute to let my heart rate slow down. I get a hug, and then Laura walks off with her cell phone in hand, texting away. I go shower.

After showering, I pull out some nice clothes. Not my style unless I was going to clubs and stuff. Too flashy and glitzy. I like worn and dirty. Guess we live in different worlds. We go out for dinner at a nice steak house. Many eyes are watching us, trying to figure out if we are celebrities. We all find it amusing.

Mom does most of the talking. Word is getting around town that the company is safe again, customers are coming back in droves. Business at home is fantastic.

I offer, "Anyone that wants to stay at a hotel back at home, I'll rent some rooms, and you can return to work."

Mom flat out laughed at me, "We have awesome rooms with amazing views, we eat at the finest restaurants, and we go shopping during the day. Why in the hell would I want to go back? Heck, you even have Laura and Alice smiling in the same day. That NEVER happens."

Laura is reserved, "Well, sorry if I care about our employees."

Mom doesn't let that go, "Oh, don't you dare give me that attitude. Not too long ago, you had a pool of fluids in your shoes every time a good-looking man talked to you." Now looking at Alice. "And you, you get satisfied every night, and you still drool at every good-looking man. You're some type of nympho lately."

Dad saves us, "Ok, enough of this. All three of you have been acting strange since Ken came back." Alice wanted to say something. "Oh, shut up, I don't care. I just see a lot of teasing, manipulation, and lewd behavior for a man that is going home in a few days."

Thanks, dad. All eyes are on me now. They all have bouncing bottom lips, like their ready to break out crying.

In a quiet voice, "I was kidnapped, forced to make a deal, almost got killed because of that deal, landed in the hospital due to a customer, and now I am in plain sight for anyone to kill me. I need to fade away again soon. You knew this was going to happen."

Alice's hand shoots out to mine, she smiles sweetly, and then says with the cutest grin, "Then we are going to fuck you enough so that you won't be able to leave."

Two tables of people turn towards us upon hearing that.

Laura says to them, "This is an old friend and my girlfriend. He will stay."

We are all stuffed, but we still order the cheesecake. Ok, only two slices for the five of us. It was huge and luxurious, just what I will need for extra stamina tonight.

We go back to the hotel, and I am guided over to the couch. We can look out over the fantastic city at night. It's a tremendous view. Both Laura and Alice sit next to me, and I hold their hands.

Laura starts first on me, "I am a bit confused by you. Do you find us pretty?"

I think about the question, am I being set up?

Tentatively, I answer, "Of course I do. You're two beautiful women. Alice has youth on her side, but you have a calm maturity on your side. Both of you have bodies to please men."

Pleased with my answer, she continues, "How did you like having sex with Alice."

I am honest, "It was ok. Sure, she's cute, and fucking a body like that is a ton of fun. However, she had a bad attitude, and that made it far worse for me. Kind of like Mary, your BDSM freak. I like a woman that wants me as much as I want her. Heather was like that. I wasn't just a piece of property to her. I was a person. She was much more enjoyable."

Laura has puffy eyes now, "When I was working as an escort, I ran into a bad, nasty man. He hurt me physically and emotionally. I haven't touched a man since then. I hated having to ask you for help. I hated you. I hated that Alice liked having sex with you. I blew a gasket when they wanted you again so quickly.

"You were way below our standards, yet every woman that had you wanted more. Then you save our company, your life, my life, I just can't stay mad at you. I wanted to; I really did. Alice was your defender. She knew what I needed. I needed a man and not just any man. I needed you."

She is quietly crying as all those bad memories are flashing back to her.

Alice whispers, "Mom NEEDS your system. She loves you. She needs you. She needs a good fucking."

Laura looks at me with hope in her eyes. I pause for a few seconds and then stand up. Laura looks up at me with the hint of a smile. Both my hands reach out, palm up, to assist her standing. She takes my hands with a big smile.

Alice says to me, "Don't worry about me tonight. Mom needs this far more than I do. I think I'll go down to the bar with mom and dad. I want to run some ideas past them."

I walk Laura to the bed, and this is where I start my system. We fucked four times that night. With her desire, I was a mad man. By 3:00 AM, the bedroom was a mess. Cum covers Laura's entire body, and we are exhausted. The sheets are dripping from sweat, cum, and pussy juice.

When Alice walks in, she laughs hysterically at us, strips, and crawls in bed, so we can sleep.

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The next morning, I don't want breakfast. I just want to sleep. Alice forces us to eat a small breakfast, then we go back to bed. She comes back at noon, and we get up, take a shower, dress, and then go eat.

Alice asks her mom, "Was it ok?"

Laura is harsh, "Fuck no, it wasn't ok. I smell like sex and cum. My hair's a mess, I'm in two-day-old panties, my cunt is on fire from being pounded and eaten to countless orgasms. So no, I did NOT have a good night." Now she smiles big, "I had a perfect evening and night with the most wonderful man in the world. It was amazing. I understand everything you said now, and I agree 100%. I would do anything to do that again.

Author's note: This is the end of the story. But wait, you're going to kill me in the comments for not having any real sex at the end. I can't just say, 'we did the system.' There is no fun in that. You would be right. It is a lame thing to do, and there is so much more to this story.

Ok, I look at the next section and it's a ton of sex. By itself, there is no context. To make it worse, it's only two pages. I generally hate things that short. Therefore, no waiting for the next section. Here it is ...

Chapter 12 - Surprise

The maids came in while we ate lunch. I sure felt guilty about what we did in there. I was looking sheepishly at the maids.

One of the maids, as she is leaving, says to us, "This was by far the biggest mess we've ever cleaned up. I should have used a hazmat suit. He must be some stud, though. He looks cute enough and the big smiles on your faces, he did you girls good. Dang, what I wouldn't give to see that on DVD. Good-bye cutie."

She closed the door. We paused about three seconds before we all fall to the floor, laughing. Wow, I am tired still. Alice helps me into the nice, clean, fresh-smelling bed.

Alice grabs Laura and tells me, "Laura and I have some work to do. We'll see you for dinner. Put your good clothes on, we're leaving about 5:00 PM. Ok?"

I yell back, "4:30 alarm, then get dressed. Got it. Go have fun.

I call the front desk for a wake-up call and then go back to bed.

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I wake up, I am refreshed and feeling great. I take a long hot shower and then dress up. I must admit, I do dress up nicely. I go down to the lobby, and at the door, Laura and Alice are waiting for me. They take my arms. Mom and dad aren't here. Odd. A limo comes up, and they push me to it. It's not my limo! Two mountains from behind me push me into the limo. I am on my hands and knees. I quickly look around and say, "Oh shit."

Sitting along the back seat, with one leg on the seat and one on the floor is a naked Heather! I have no words. She pulls me to the seat and kisses me on the lips long and softly. I hear Laura and Alice get in. They are giggling already.

Alice asks me, "Do you like the company's newest employee? She's an escort." Oh, fuck! "What do you think about that, Ken?"

I have no words, but rage is quickly building in me, Heather looks scared.

Laura continues, "Technically, we bought her. She wanted you, and we made some conditions."

As my hand reaches for Alice's throat, I grasp it and squeeze lightly.

Heather reaches over lovingly and pulls my hands away and into her breasts.

Heather takes over, "Every night, I'll be the first one to take the next man in line."

My heart stops, my head drops, I may have to kill more people.

Heather continues, "If you are around, you get to choose who I will have sex with. Your choices are you, Laura, Alice, or man number one in line. If you're not around, I automatically get man number one on the list."

I have caught on now, "You dirty bitches." I am looking at Laura and Alice. "Which one of you two nasty cunts came up with this idea?"

Heather proudly knocks me over with her words, "I did."

What the hell is wrong with the women in my life? I am cursed.

Heather continues, "They approached me. You had said some kind words about me, so they were hoping to find a way to keep you here. I know you're an honorable man, other than sleeping with your sister, your niece, and killing people. With all your flaws, you're still a good guy, trying to make the world a better place.

"I love you for it and am willing to do anything to keep you from going back into the woods. I thought this plan might do it. Now help me get dressed; the restaurant is right around the corner. We have a lot to do tonight."

For a second, I think about running, they have their claws in me. Why do I want to run? I like Heather. Living in the woods is a hard life. I am missing out on so much of life. I help Heather get dressed. Laura and Alice are eager to help as well. They seem thrilled with the plan they have in place tonight.

Heather puts on her last shoe as the door is being opened by the doorman. Perfect timing. Heather takes me by one arm while Laura takes me by the other. Alice is next to her mother. Collectively, everyone is watching the women. Each has high-heel shoes, teased and curled hair, and some of the slinkiest dresses I have ever seen. Heather has white on, Laura black, and Alice a light metallic blue. They all have enough jewelry to ransom a lesser Arabian prince.

We walk slow, heads turn. Once seated, a man comes out from the back room, and the place is abuzz. I don't recognize the guy. Older, bald, with a grey goatee. He comes straight to our table and hugs Heather. I hear people saying, "It's him!" Who is he?

Heather then introduces me to a friend of hers, Billy Joel. Fuck! I have heard of this guy. What kind of evening is this?

Billy shakes my hand and then goes to the public piano. Tonight, it's roped off, no flash, and there is security there to keep him safe. Damn, that is cool. He starts off with Piano Man and then plays old and new stuff. Much of it, I have never heard before. The place is buzzing with excitement because of the celebrity. He is awesome.

We order dinner and drinks. All three women get up and use the washroom. They all come back, and they are wound up. I know they are up to something. Each one of them is giggling every time they look at me.

Heather passes me a brown bag under the table. What is this? A brown paper bag, really? They will wrap up left-overs. She then passes me a bra. I look up at her. I bet my eyes are as big as saucers. I put it in the bag. She passes me a second bra. I look at Alice, who is across from me. Her shoulders go up, and she giggles more.

Heather hands me the third bra. I see the trend, that one was expected. I now have a bag with three bras in it. Oh, they are so funny. Heather nudges my hand again, under the table. She hands me a pair of panties. Now my mouth makes a big "O," and she nearly laughs. They go into the bag. Quickly she hands me two more sets, and our salads show up.

Heather reaches over the table to kiss me. I try to push her back, but I was way too slow to stop her. It was like one of those slow-motion experiences, and you see the accident coming and can't stop it. As Heather bends over, the tip of her breast dips directly into her water glass.

The glass has ice cubes, I know it froze her nipple, it immediately turned hard. Also, due to the white dress it is now clear. She might as well be topless. I see several guys pointing at her. Is she embarrassed? Not a chance. She is shaking her chest, so her breasts move around. One of the wives called over our waiter.

He took one look and knew exactly what the issue was. He stood motionless for a few seconds while he memorized the view. She looked over her shoulder at Billy, and he broke out in a laugh like he had seen that before.

Laura and Alice are staring at Heather as she sits proudly with many people, men, and women ogling her body. Our waiter came back with a very stylish long scarf type of thing that she wraps around her body like a toga. It covered her body parts. Several men were not happy with our waiter. I bet she knew precisely what she was doing. Her sly smile confirms it.

Billy leaves a few minutes before we do. He comes by, and Heather kisses him on the cheek, hugs him, and hands him an envelope. No shit. I bet he doesn't do this gig for me, regardless of the money.

We leave, but not in the limo. We are walking two blocks to a club. I see two guys discretely ahead of us, and I can almost feel the two behind us. She is taking no chances. Heather runs ahead of us a bit and then turns around and pulls down her blouse, showing us her huge tits. Wow, she is charged up tonight.

Alice whispers in my ear, "I bet she's an exhibitionist. Tell her what to do, find out."

Laura scolds her, "Alice! She's a grown woman."

I tell Laura, "Yes, she is. Heather! Breasts in, cover them, please."

She looks sad but does as I tell her.

I grin and say, "Hike up the bottom of your dress."

Laura shouts out, "KEN! You can't ask her to do that."

Heather already has her dress up to her breasts, showing off her pretty pussy. I can see people up ahead. We continue to walk closer, even Heather is looking nervous now. When I see the first guys pointing at Heather, that's it.

I tell Heather is a strong voice, "Lower your dress."

With relief, she did. It's now around her knees where it should be. I can smell her aroma; she is turned on.

I command the girls, "Stop! Heather, let me guess. Your heart was racing, and you had butterflies in your stomach, right?"

Heather brings a finger to her bottom lips, classic innocent little girl look, "Oh yes, that was fun. I've never pushed it so far."

I pull the bodyguards in, "I bet this place is crawling with drugs of all kinds. I'd bet things like Ecstasy is being used. You three are spectacular. You four guys, no drinking at all. The rest of us will only drink glasses from the bar that our bodyguards watch getting made. If the bartender makes it out of your sight, they might be the ones adding the drugs for their friends.

"Have them make it again or ask for a different bartender. I'm not drinking tonight. I need a clear head to keep us all safe and to dance. I suck at dancing."

They all laugh at me. The guys give me a nod of understanding.

We go out on the dancefloor. It's so dark, nobody can see what I am doing. I just move my arms around. Each of the girls, starting with Heather, grabs my hands, and we dance arm in arm for a while. An occasional kiss, a grabbing of the ass, pressing breasts into me, oh yes, this is good. The woman not dancing with me allows a random dude to get near her.

My girls don't hold them, just dance near them. The bodyguards do a great job of showing up and making the guys rotate. We don't want any of the girls rotating away from us.

We go back to our table, and there is a bottle of top-shelf whiskey. I look at the bodyguard.

The guy tells me, "They won't make a drink for us where we can see it. I asked for a bottle, the same thing. I then tell the lady that if I don't get an unopened bottle in thirty seconds, my next action is calling to 911, telling them drugs are being sold here at the club by the bartenders. We got a bottle on the house. We need to be careful here. I don't like this, that was too easy."

I ask the guy, "Can you get more people here quick?"

He pulls out his cell phone and texts someone. He gives me four fingers and then ten fingers. Four guys in ten minutes. They must have been nearby and were expecting trouble. These guys are good. I make sure we spend twenty minutes drinking before we head back to the dance floor.

This time, the girls are all horny. Their hands are all over me, and we kiss more. Our dancing is slower, more erotic, and more handsy. I give my hands a good workout as well. I am touching pussy lips, breasts, and nipples through their clothing. Two are taking me on at once now, which leaves the third alone and horny.

As they rotate with me, I hear soft moans. Their all sweating from the dancing and turning slightly red. Each of them has a huge smile on their face, they are having a ton of fun.

Well, there are a bunch of young horny men nearby, they have been drinking, and there are some gorgeous women here that they want. The problem is the women are here with me, and I have made that quite clear. The bodyguards have made it quite clear. However, they are young, drunk, and not thinking with the correct head.

It's around midnight that the first young man decides that he wants Alice for himself. He puts an arm around her and tries to steer her away from us. My hand is around his neck in an instant. That was so unnecessary. A single security guy put him into a sleeper hold and placed him in a chair. Another guy is texting someone.

They are all wide awake and looking for trouble. Sure enough, the guy's friends come by. Two guys each try to take a woman. The big guy was quiet all night. In a blur, he threw several punches, and most of the kids are on the ground. Shit, I am retired for good. I can't defend myself against guys like this.