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Black MambaIt had been nearly ten years but I recognized her. She hadn’t changedall that much. In fact she was prettier now then she had been in highschool. I knew her because she ran with a crowd that I sometimes ran with.You know, not actually “in” the group but a sometimes replacement. JillJordan wasn’t someone I was likely to ever forget. I had a big time crushon her. We never dated or anything. I just admired her from afar and lostcontact after graduation. By the way, I’m Travis Tolliver.I couldn’t imagine what the hell she was doing in that part of town. Isure wouldn’t have been if I had a choice. My car decided to give metrouble and finally just quit. I was waiting on AAA to come rescue me. When I first saw Jill she was standing on the corner as if she were waitingon a ride. As I watched, trying to decide if I wanted to go over to her, ablack man approached her and they conversed for a few minutes. At onepoint he raised his hand in a hostile manner and Jill cringed.After the man walked away I sat and wondered about the situation. I’venever been accused of being the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I’m notstupid either. It finally dawned on me that Jill must be a prostitute. She was waiting on a john and the black guy must have been her pimp. WhileI watched and waited on the people from triple A I saw her get into variouscars and drive into an alley. The time in the alley varied from tenminutes to twenty minutes.After watching for nearly an hour I saw a fancy sports car make a u-turnand stop beside her. She waved at the driver, a white guy and hurriedlyjumped into the car and it sped away. As it went past me I saw Jillhugging the driver and giving him a big smooch. They went passed the alleyentrance.I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not overly knowledgeable about theprostitution business but that didn’t look kosher to me. I turned and gotthe tag number from the car as it went past me and wrote it down on theback of my hand. I didn’t know why, but I did.AAA finally arrived and towed my car in. The wrecker driver was niceenough to give me a ride to a cab stand and I took a taxi on home to mybachelor apartment. I had been baching it for over a year since my wife,Marylyn, left me. Actually it was a mutual decision based on the fact thatshe had grown to despise me. The joke’s on her. She had no more thanhauled ass out of town with her personal trainer from the gym when anuncle, I barely knew I had, died and I inherited a bundle of money andproperty. If you think I was stupid enough to get in touch with the ex andtell her of my good fortune, your even dumber than you think I am.So I found myself, at the tender age of twenty-eight, a wealthyplay-boy. Actually I wasn’t a play-boy. I didn’t know how to be one. Ihad spent ten years, more if you count the part time work during highschool, working my ass off. Working doesn’t leave a lot of time for thegood life. Marylyn and I married young.way too young. We both had comefrom blue collar families and we wanted it all. We worked, both of us, andsaved our money. Not that saving it did me any good. The bitch took itall with her when she left.By the time I got home and changed clothes I had nearly forgotten Jill.It wasn’t until I started to wash my hands and saw the tag number that Iremembered. I called a friend who had a friend that works at the DMV. Ihad the name of the car owner in less than fifteen minutes. It wasregistered to Sean Collins of 1254 North Avenue C. The name was familiar,but I couldn’t place it. I had the information, but didn’t have any ideawhat to do with it. I wrote the information down and forgot about it.It took the repair shop three days to tell me that it would take sixweeks to fix my car. Since I became rich I drove fancier cars. This onewas a high dollar import and I have developed a theory that the more a carcosts, the longer it takes to fix them. Also they break-down more often.My ten year old Ford Tarsus was parked behind my apartment building, and ittook exactly an hour to recharge the battery, start it up, and drive off.There is a moral there if you want to look for it.One of the building I inherited was an abandoned five story storagebuilding. The company that had occupied it moved out long before I came onthe scene. I was in the process of converting it to a condo apartmentcomplex.Since the old storage building had been empty for a long time it took anact of congress to get the power turned back on. First they had to inspectand make sure that it wouldn’t burn to the ground when it was powered backup. That took two days and another day for some asshole to go throw theswitch.Two more days to get an design company to look at it and another week toget some drawings of what they thought I wanted. They recommended acontracting company that I immediately wrote off as a bad deal. I’m fairlyrich and I plan on keeping some of my money, by not giving it to a bunch ofover-priced yuppie contractors. Being thrifty is a hard habit to break.I spent twenty minutes letting my finger stroll through the yellow pagesand found a contracting company that suited me just fine. I met with themon a Monday and they had my living quarters done enough so that I couldmove in by the following Monday. I took the whole top floor, and weinstalled new heating and air conditioning and all new electrical wiring.For the next month the contractor had two full crews working on mybuilding. I tried to help out, but it soon became obvious that theyconsidered me someone to work around. They didn’t actually tell me to getout of the way, but I could tell it was what they were thinking.It was when I was moving my furniture into my new quarters that I sawthe slip of paper I had written the tag information on. Since I wasn’tgainfully employed, I decided to go look at 1254 North Avenue C. I wasstill driving the old Ford which was out of place on Avenue C. It was astreet where the rich live. Snazzy town houses, with doormen and placeswhere a cup of coffee cost five bucks.I found a spot where I could see number1254 and parked, getting a hardlook from a couple of people who walked by with their fancy and totallyworthless dogs. I sat and wondered what I was doing for nearly an hour. My tenacity was rewarded by the arrival of the car that I saw downtown. Aman, Sean Collins I assumed. got out and went in the townhouse. He wasback in a few moments with Jill Jordan . Jill was dressed much like shehad been the last time I saw her. Short skirt that barely covered her ass,a blouse that was sheer that even from where I sat I could see her nipples.Super high heels completed her out fit. Jill was dressed like a whore. Awhore from yuppieville, but a whore none the less.I followed them back to the seedy downtown area when I had first seenher. She got out and got on her corner. The guy drove off with a wave ofhis hand and a silly toot of his horn. I parked and carefully made my waycloser to where Jill did her stroll. I found a doorway I could stand inwhile I spied on her.Over the next hour or so several men approached her, a quick discussionheld and into the alley. Occasionally she would go into the alley in acar. After a couple of hours the little sports car pulled up, Jill jumpedin and they left.”You want to party sugar?” a voice behind me asked. I turned to see aheavily painted black woman with a lot of age on her and even more hardmileage. “I can give you things you never had before.” I opened my mouthto tell the old hag that I didn’t want leprosy or crotch rot. I changed mymind.”Not right now,” I said as pleasantly as I could. “That gal that justdrove away. You know her?””Yeah, that’s Judy,” the old crone said showing me that she didn’t haveany front teeth. “Wastin’ your time with her. She only comes down here acouple times a week. Mostly only gives blowjobs. A man like you needs toskink his big ol’ cock deep in a woman. Am I right?”I gave the old hag a twenty and found out that Jill, who showed up onthe street as Judy, always came on Tuesdays and Fridays afternoons at aboutthe same time. I also met Petey the pimp who ‘owned’ that part of thestreet.”Yeah I know who you’re talkin’ ’bout,” Petey said. It cost me fiftyjust to get him to talk with me. “Calls herself Judy. She a head whoremostly. Only charges twenty for head. I mostly don’t give her no grief’cause she don’t take no serious trade away from my bitches. She prancesaround, flashes some skin for a couple hours, blows a few dudes, andleaves.” He smiled showing me a lot of gold. I made a deal with Petey forFriday. He seemed pleased at the prospects of an easy hundred bucks not tointerfere in my plansThe next day I did some detective work. I found out why the name SeanCollins was familiar to me. Sean was a city councilman and had been in thepapers a lot. He was odds on favorite to be the next mayor according to mysources. A mover and shaker in local politics. I also found out that Jilland Sean were living together but not married. I racked my brain trying tofigure out why someone like Sean Collins would have any dealings with ahead whore. Then I spent some time trying to figure out why a beautifulwoman like Jill would be in illicit sex business. With her looks andfigure she could make a bundle as a call girl. It was a long way fromAvenue C to an alley off Euclid Street.On Friday I waited until I saw Jill and what’s his name drive up. Whenthe guy was out of sight I drove up to where Jill or Judy waited.”Hi,” she said brightly leaning down to look in the window showing me alot of cleavage. “Want to party?””How much?” I inquired. I was wearing a fake mustache and glasses. Ihoped I didn’t look as stupid as I felt.”I do head for twenty,” she answered cheerfully.”Okay,” I said. “Get in and let’s party.” She opened the door and gotin.”Pull into that alley,” she said pointing to the entrance. I drovepassed the alley and turned at the next block. When she realized that Iwasn’t turning into her alley, she looked around. I knew she was lookingfor Petey.”Ah, look mister,” Jill said hugging the passenger door. “I’m not.Youbetter stop this car and let me out. You’re going to get in a lot oftrouble. You are making a huge mistake.””Really,” I said. “I think you are a street walker and I think I paidyour pimp for your service. What’s the mistake?” In all honestly I had notthought much past getting her into my car. I was winging it.”No, you see I’m not really a prostitute,” Jill said “I’m an undercovercop. Stop now and.” she stopped talking about being a cop when I laughed.”This is not real,” she said softly.”It’s real to me,” I said calmly.”Pull in to an alley and I’ll give you some free head,” she saidhurriedly.”Now that won’t do me any good will it? I still won’t have any pussy.”Tears were running down her heavily made up cheeks. I decided to end thegame I was playing.”Relax Jill,” I said. “I’ll settle for a hand job and a kiss.” I was atmy storage/apartment building by that time. I pulled in behind it andparked. I took the fake mustache and glasses off and tossed them onto thedash. “What the hell are you doing, Jill?” She was staring at me.”Travis? Travis Tolliver? Is that you?” she said.”Sure is Jill, I mean Judy,” I answered with a grin. “I say again, whatthe hell are you doing playing whore?””God! You scared the hell out of me,” she said with a sobbing laugh. “My heart is racing like crazy. Where on earth did you come from? Why?.What?.Travis Tolliver. I haven’t seen you since.I don’t remember thelast time.” Suddenly she changed from frightened to pissed. “What the helldo you mean scaring me like that? Who do you think you are?””I saw you a few week ago,” I said. “I said to myself, Travis that’sol’ Jill Jordan and she’s on the stroll. Things must not be going well foryour old high school friend. You need to help her out. Throw a littlebusiness her way.’ Of course that was before I knew you were picked up anddelivered in a fancy sports car.” She stared at me without speaking eventhough she looked like she wanted to say something. “So Judy, how’s itgoing?””Damn you, Travis Tolliver!” she said half laughing. “I’m still shakinglike a leaf, you bastard. Why did you do that?””Not sure, Jill,” I answered honestly. “Truthfully I didn’t intend onscaring you. Why are you playing whore?””I do it because.” she paused and look away. “It’s not for the money oranything. I have a.a friend and he wants me to.””That would be councilman Sean Collins?” I asked knowing the answer. “I’m getting the impression you don’t care much for the game, so why doit?””Look, Travis,” she said. “It’s a long complicated story.””I’m in no hurry, Jill. Tell me a long complicated story.” I took herup to my still under construction apartment. She seemed impressed. We satdown in my still under construction living room.”So, Judy or Jill,” I said. “Tell me a long complicated story.”Jill’s story:After high school I started college but found out pretty quick Icouldn’t cut it in college I’m more the cheerleader-prom queen type. Itwas costing my folks a lot of hard earned money and I felt bad so I quitschool and went to work. I had several jobs. Store clerk, parking lotattendant, and that sort of thing. Most of the time I wasn’t making enoughto support myself.I was working two jobs and neither of them paying very much. I saw anad in a throwaway paper for models and I applied. It was at a studio inCenter City. It was a week and two days after my nineteenth birthday. Iwas shocked that I got a job. I mean I knew that I had a good figure andthat I was pretty. I was told that from the day I was born.What surprised me was that I got a job out of the hundreds of girls thatapplied. The day I went to Center City to be interviewed there were dozensof great looking girls there. Some had experience and I didn’t have any tospeak of. Sure, some of my boyfriends took pictures of me, but nothingprofessional.I was excited when the man told me I was in the top five, and would havea second interview. Four of us waited while the first girl had herinterview. I was so nervous I was shaking. I overheard two of the girlstalking. One mentioned she did nudes and she thought that was what the jobwas all about. That caused me to start thinking. Would I do nudes?I didn’t have a lot of time to consider it. I was called in next andthat was the first question the photographer asked me. I didn’t thinkabout it. I just wanted that job bad and I said yes, I would do nudes.The first time I did nudes it was typical men’s magazine stuff. I didseveral shoots like that. The pay was all right but nothing to write homeabout. At the time I was living with two other girls in a seedy apartment.One of the girls, Linda, told me about a company that made video’s. Shesaid they paid five hundred dollars a session and that I should give them acall. Five hundred dollars sounded like a lot right then because I wasbarely making it from paycheck to paycheck. That was about the time my dadgot sick and had lost his hardware store and he and mom were having a toughtime making ends meet so there was no help there.I called the Diamond Control Group and made an appointment for aninterview. I found out when I got to their studio that they strictly madepornographic films. I almost turned and left but I didn’t even have cabfare and it was a long way to the bus stop. Out of desperation I waitedfor the interview.I was first interviewed by a woman. I don’t remember her name, but it’snot important. She asked a lot of questions most of which were personal.Very personal and I nearly told her to kiss off. She asked me how maytimes a week I engaged in sex. Frankly, I lied and told her I had sexnearly every night. The truth was I seldom had sex at all. Not that Ididn’t like sex or that I didn’t have opportunities. Anyway, I assumed shewanted to know that I had lots of sex and that’s what I told her. Sheasked me about positions for sex and if I had ever participated in groupsex. Again I told her a bare faced lie. I told her I had engaged in groupsex. She asked me if I had ever had sex with a woman. I told her that Ihad, which was only partly the truth. One night Sally Denver and I weredrunk and we played around some before Sally got sick. She asked me if Ihad ever had sex with men or women of another race. I wasn’t sure how toanswer her so I told the truth that time and told her that I hadn’t. Thequestions went on and on for nearly an hour.I suppose I got caught up in the acting and the stupid game I wasplaying. I told that woman a big bunch of lies. I told her things that Ihad heard about or read as if they had actually happened to me. I thinkshe knew I was lieing because it would have been hard for a nineteen yearold girl to have done half the things I told her about. Anyway she seemedsatisfied and she left the interview room and pretty soon a man came. Heasked me some questions also. Not as many as the woman but they werepersonal, too.After a few minutes of questions the man took me into a studio. Therewere lights and cameras and stuff like that everywhere. The man, Guy King,he said his name was, poured me a glass of wine and I gulped it down. Ineeded something to calm me. Lieing always makes me nervous. He gave meanother glass of wine and I drank it. Not as fast as the first, but prettyquick. He gave me another. By that time the first glass kicked in and Ihad a nice little buzz going and I felt more relaxed. Guy told me to stripand I did while he taped it. By that time taking my clothes off in frontof a camera was nothing new to me. By the time I was nude the wine reallyhad me buzzing. Guy positioned me on a low couch and had me do things. Things like playing with myself. That was new to me. Not masturbation ofcourse, but masturbation in front of a man and cameras was weird. I did itthough. I did everything he told me to do. When he handed me a dildo andtold me to used it, I did. Even with someone watching and with all thelights I surprised myself by getting off.While I was using the dildo I had closed my eyes and when I opened themI saw that another man had entered the studio. A tall good looking manabout my own age. He was naked, standing beside the couch stroking hispenis. Guy told me to take the man’s cock, and for me to suck it. BecauseI was laying, naked, with a dildo in me, it didn’t seem like the time toobject. I did as Guy directed. I pride myself that I give pretty goodhead. I did that for a long time before I gave up my virginity. The youngman’s name was Rocky Hard. Of course that wasn’t his real name. Rocky hada nice cock and I remember that Rocky didn’t have a single hair on his leanhard body, below his neck.It wasn’t long before Guy had Rock get on the couch and put his penis inme. illegal bahis I mentioned that Rocky was a good looking man, but all his moves andevery action was almost mechanical. When Guy told Rocky to fuck me, Rockydidn’t even change expressions. He just mounted me and started doing itwhile Guy filmed it. Guy had Rocky to do me in several differentpositions. Again, he did, without the slightest change of expression. Likehe was a robot or something like that. When Guy told Rocky to cum, he did.Guy thanked Rocky and he left without so much as a single word to me. Guy told me it was a good shoot. He gave me five hundred dollars and gaveme a ride to the bus stop. That was how it started. It’s funny, but atfirst I never considered myself a whore. Of course that was exactly what Iwas. I was being paid for sex.I did several more porno films locally and Guy sent me to LA. I didabout twenty full length movies and a hundred shorts, or loops, there. Fora couple of years I was their golden girl. The slut that would do anythingwith anybody anytime. When the demand would fade on the west coast I’dcome east. I made a lot of money but it always seemed to slip away fromme.After a while I, and everybody else, stopped pretending I was an actressand I went into full time prostitution. Atlanta, Phoenix, New York, Miamiand a whole lot of places I can’t even remember. Again I made a pile ofmoney and again it kept getting away from me. If I made a thousand, Ispent a thousand. I got on coke for a while. I managed to get myself off,but that was where a lot of my money went. It was almost as if I was selfdestructing.I went down hill from expensive call girl to doing whatever I could tomake a living. I started doing private parties. You know, bachelorparties, frat parties and that sort of thing. Whatever would turn a fewdollars. I was doing a bachelor party when I met Sean Collins. I had justfinished blowing the groom-to-be when Sean approached me.”You’re a good looking woman,” he said. “Can I ask you a question?” Itold him he could ask but I might not answer. “Will you fuck a black man?”I think I said that a man’s skin color didn’t make any difference to me. Ididn’t say so to Sean, but I had fucked a lot of black men. In the moviesand in private. Sean asked how he could contact me and I gave him my card.That was about a year ago. Maybe a little longer.Sean called me a couple of days later and made a date for me to meet himat a hotel. Since that wasn’t at all unusual, I agreed. When I met him hewas with two black tough looking guys. You know, gangster looking dudes. Iwas supposed to take both guys on while Sean watched. We came to anagreement on price and I had no more than got my clothes off when they wereon me.Until that afternoon I had never engaged in the rough trade. Pain isnot my thing and I always made that clear up front. Those two bastardsfucked me long and hard and frankly they hurt me a lot. Fortunately I wasused to anal sex and that helped some. While the two black dudes fuckedme, Sean watched and jacked-off. It was Sean that suggested I should befucked in my pussy by both of them at the same time. The lousy sons of abitch tore my pussy trying to cram both dicks in me.After they got through with me I raised hell with Sean. I told him thatI’d get even if it was the last thing I ever did. I told him I knew someguys that would take him out for a hundred bucks. I guess I got hisattention because he offered to pay all my medical bills and sweeten theagreed on price. The bottom line is, Sean took me home with him from thehospital and I’ve been with him ever since. He lends me out to some of hisfriends and I get a nice place to live and plenty of spending money.***”Wow! You’ve had it rough, Jill,” I said when she fell silent. “So whydo you turn tricks on Petey’s street?””That’s Sean’s thing. He makes me hit the street a couple of times aweek. He says I have to stay connected to my roots. I guess it’s somesort of control thing with him. He makes me give him the money I make. God knows he doesn’t need it. That reminds me, you’re going to have to payme for all this time. If I don’t have at least a hundred dollars, Sean getpissed.” I was at a loss as to what to say. Of course the money wasn’t anybig deal. I took a hundred in twenties out of my wallet and gave it toher. She smiled and said I had made her afternoon.”Jill, you don’t have to put up with that kind of life,” I told her. “I’m sure you aren’t in love with Sean, are you?””Oh hell no,” she said with a bitter laugh. “I don’t even like him verymuch. He only keeps me around to entertain his friends and so he can havesomeone to watch. He can’t get it up any other way. He has never fuckedme himself. He’s a weirdo.””What kind of hold does he have on you?” I blurted.”Hold? Well, aside from the fact he provides me with food, clothes andshelter, not much. Hey, look at the time. Travis, it’s been great seeingyou again. Maybe we can do it again sometime and I’ll let you get a wordin edgewise. I can’t believe I unloaded on you like that. Can you take meback to my street corner or should I take a cab?””I’ll take you back in a few minutes, Jill. First I want to make itclear to you that you have options. You don’t have to go back to SeanCollins. I can well afford to keep you in the style you’ve becomeaccustomed. Maybe even better. With me you won’t have to worry about. things happening to you. I won’t loan you out to my friends. You’ll besafe.” Jill eyes me sharply for a moment her look slowly changing intodisbelief.”What’s the catch, Travis?” she asked.”No catch, Jill. I’ve always counted you a friend even though weweren’t close. We have a history of sorts. You can stay with me or we canmake other arrangements.” She didn’t reply for a few moments then startedshaking her head.”No way, Travis. People don’t do anything for nothing. You, me, or thewhole fucking world. Everybody wants something. What do you want?””Look, Jill,” I said. This wasn’t going very well at all. Life hadmade Jill super suspicious of everybody. “Okay, you got me. I do needsomething.” I was thinking fast now. I told her that I had inherited someproperty and a couple of businesses from my dearly departed uncle. Ididn’t tell her who much actual money was involved. “What I need issomebody I can trust as a wingman. To watch out for my interests. You’llbe my Tonto.””So, Kemo Sabe, what do I get out of it?” I named a figure that came tomind and she shook her head. I started to raise the ante but she said,”That’s way too much. I don’t know shit about your business and we bothknow it. I’ll do it for half that amount and we’ll see how it goes.” Shereached over and took my hand. “Travis if you’re just buying some pussyyou can get it a lot cheaper, you know?” I assured her that that wasn’t inmy mind at all. That wasn’t completely true. For all that she had doneand was doing, Jill Jordan still looked damned good to me. Her spirit mayhave been scared but her face was still beautiful. She still had a killerfigure.Jill sat and looked out the windshield for a few minutes. She lookeddeep in thought and suddenly she started crying. I made what I hoped wassoothing sounds and patted her shoulder.”Okay, I’m in,” she said in a choked voice. “Can you take me to get mythings?””I can and I will,” I said. “Will Sean be there?” She looked at herwatch.”No, not for another hour. He had a couple of meetings and he told me Iwould have to stay on the stroll an hour or so longer today. That happenssometimes. It won’t take me long because I don’t have much to gather up.”She was right. It took us each making two trips and she was ready. Shedidn’t look back as we drove away. I asked her what Sean would think whenhe didn’t find her on the street.”He’ll wait around a while and when I don’t show up he’ll go on home. He’ll assume I’m on a date that took longer then expected. That happenssometimes. A blow job turns into a full date.” She laughed. “When he getshome and see my note, he’ll shit his pants. Then he’ll look for the disksand really panic.””What disks?””Sean also liked to tape me in action with his buddies. A couple ofcouncil members, the mayor, police commissioner, and the attorney generalamong other notables. Sean has video cameras hid in a couple of the rooms.They would kill his ass if they knew he made tapes of them doing me. Ithought I’d give Sean a couple of days and then I’d let him know that thedisk would stay hid as long as he left me alone.” She glanced at me. “Travis, I may be a whore and a slut and whatever else you care to call me,but I’m not a blackmailer. Those disk are just insurance for me. Sean canbe a mean vindictive man. So where do I live?””At my place or I can find a hotel room for you tonight and look for anapartment tomorrow.” Jill looked at me and smiled..”You still are a sweetheart, Travis,” she said softly. “I’ll stay withyou. God knows you should get something out of this silly deal. Some highpriced pussy may be all you ever get out of it.”***”Okay it needs some work, but I can live with it,” Jill said inspectingthe part of the maze that would be her room. I helped carry her bags andthings in. Suddenly everything felt awkward. I didn’t know what to do orsay Luckily Jill did.”Okay, Mister Travis Tolliver, here’s the deal,” She said, giving me agentle push toward the door. “As far as I know I’m clean, but tomorrowI’ll go get a check-up and blood work. Until we have a clean bill ofhealth in my hand, you and me are just old friends. Now you run along andlet me get unpacked and settled in.”Well that certainly took care of that. Later I went out and got ourdinner. Whatever hand life dealt Jill Jordon, it hadn’t effected herappetite. After dinner, Jill gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and wentback to her room.The following morning I got up at my usual time. The crack of noon. For most of my life I was under the complete and total control of an alarmclock. After the inheritance I threw my alarm clock in the trash and neverlooked back. I find no merit in getting out of bed early.In the kitchen I found some coffee that apparently was several hoursold. I poured it out and made a fresh pot. There were a couple dirtydishes in the sink so I assumed Jill was up and about. Armed with a freshcup of coffee I set out in search of her.The floor of the building I had selected as my living quarters is huge.One hundred fifty-four feet by fifty two feet. That figures out to alittle over eight thousand square feet. The finished space only takes up asmall part of that. I had semi-finished three bedrooms, two full baths anda half bath. The kitchen, a dining room of sorts, a den where I had mygiant screen TV and state of the art stereo system, a large living room,and a room I called my office. I found Jill in the office.”Travis,” Jill said by way of greeting. “Your record keeping systemsucks. How can you know what the hell you’re doing?””Good morning to you too, Jill,” I said and beat a hasty retreat back tothe kitchen. I expected her to follow me and press the attack. Women knowwhen we are weak and vulnerable. She surprised me because she didn’t doit. I was in the shower when she called through the closed door.”Travis, I got some cash out of your billfold and I’m off to thedoctor’s for a check up. The cash is for the office supply store. Youneed a lot of stuff. Later.” I yelled asking her what kind of stuff, butshe was gone.Jill was back by mid afternoon with several big bags of things. Shewaved at me in passing and went into the office and closed the door. Ididn’t see her until late afternoon when she came out to feed. I wanted toask her if she knew what she was doing but that seemed unnecessarily mean.The next day I got up before my usual time because the phone woke me. It rang twice, just enough to wake me, and stopped. I snuggled back intothe cover and was about to doze again when my bedroom door flew open and anaked Jill charged in.Over the course of my life I have made love to several women, I’vefucked a few, too. This was different. Jill attacked me. Jill fucked me.Jill managed to get me hard in record time and then she set out to destroymy erection. When she had done that she waited a few minutes and did itagain.”How was that, big boy?” she asked laying beside me on the bed. I wastotally spent. I managed to croak out that it had been good, which was theunderstatement of the year. “Good, now get your lazy ass up. We have sometalking to do.””So talk,” I said. “I can’t talk much but I can listen alright, Ithink.””I was up most of the night getting your so-called office in shape. Iwant to talk to you about your business for lack of a better word. Get up,the coffee is made.”A few minutes later I grabbed a cup of coffee and met her in the office.”I assume that phone call was from the doctor,” I said taking a seatbeside the formerly cluttered desk.”It was indeed. We’re good to go.” I thought that was nice consideringwe had already went. Twice to be exact. “Travis, I’m not a trainedbookkeeper, but I did the books for my dad’s hardware store. I have youraffairs in a simple system. Probably you should hire an accounting firm todo the major work.” She handed me a ledger. “I ordered a computer and itshould be delivered sometime today. That will help some. The bottom lineis your are disgustingly wealthy, but your books are a mess. You havemoney in non-interest bearing accounts and you need to fix that and soon.You have five pieces of rental property and you haven’t collected rent inover five months. You have bills, some that are way overdue, and you arepaying big money in needless interest.” She went on and on pointing toentries in the ledger as she did. Jill could have been speaking Greek forall I understood. I conveyed my lack of understanding. “Okay, Sport, justsign these checks and I’ll take care of the bills. Where are you going?””I need more coffee, Jill. It’s too early in the morning for this kindof conversation. You sign the checks.””Travis, I’m not an authorized signed on any of your accounts. You haveto sign the checks.” I told her to forge my name and I continued on back tothe kitchen. You may have gathered by now I’m not much of a businessman.Frankly that shit bores me to tears. “And it’s not early, you moron,” sheyelled at me.Shortly after two o’clock I got a call from the dealership. My newfancy car was ready to be picked up. I went to the office and found Jilltinkering with a computer.”Can you drive a car?” I asked her. She told me she could and that sheeven had a licenses to do so. “Good, my other car is ready, so let’s goget it.”At the dealership I should have put my foot down, but I didn’t. Jilldrove my Jag and I drove the old Tarsus home. It dawned on me that I hadbarely had any of her pussy, but I was already pussy-whipped.When I got back to the building the Jag wasn’t there. I figured Jillhad some errands to run. Either that or she had all of my money and my newcar and had skipped town. She showed up a few hours later and the car wasloaded with groceries I had to carry in by myself. That night Jill cookedour dinner and I’ll have to admit it was delicious. Not fancy but damnedgood. The kind of meal I grew up on. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes with browngravy. Tossed salad and hot rolls. About midway through the meal I knew Ihad done something right in bringing Jill into my life.Over the next two weeks there were a lot of changes. For one thing,Jill was an early riser and she woke me up early. Not that I’mcomplaining. Being woke up by having your cock sucked is a nice way to wakeup. Another thing that changed was exercise. Jill dragged me out of theapartment for a walk every damned morning, rain or shine. I’ll be thefirst to admit that I had gotten out of shape a little. Okay, not a littleout of shape, but a lot out of shape. Another thing that changed was thecar situation. Jill was driving the Jag and I was still driving the oldTarsus. I fixed that knotty little problem by buying myself a new SUV. Abig sucker, too, with all the bells and whistles. For some strange reasonI couldn’t trade the old Ford. I guess we all need something from our pastto remind us who we are and when we came from. It nice to have somethingto fall-back on.Jill smiled at me when I showed her my new vehicle and asked how I paidfor it. I told her I put it on my MasterCard. She shook her head butdidn’t comment. The best change in my life was regular fucking. Everynight and every morning and sometimes during the day. Jill seemed to knowwhen I was horny and applied herself to the task of making it better.It dawns on me that I really haven’t described Jill very well. Fivefeet seven inches. I saw her bra hanging in her bathroom and saw that itwas a thirty-eight. I would have guess she was larger than that but whatthe hell do I know? I do know that she’s got nice big round tits that arevery sensitive. I only have to touch them and her nipples become like hardpebbles. In high school Jill was pretty. Now Jill was beautiful. I wouldhave thought the life she had lived would have made her a hard lookingperson, but no sir. She looked like a beautiful, not quiet thirty yearold, woman.Not knowing if she knew what she was doing in the office with my books,I followed her suggestion and hired an accounting firm. The accountantspositively glowed over her records so obviously she did know what she wasdoing. Jill, on her own, hired a company to collect the back rents andtake charge of rents to come. It only took them a few days and all theback rent was in the bank.Jill got a little weepy when I took her to the main bank and signed herup as a signer on my accounts. It was a nice gesture but it was also selfserving. I hate to write checks and that sort of thing. Jill liked doingso.”Travis,” Jill said to me. We were lying in bed and she had justfinished fucking my brains out. “That was a nice thing you did at thebank. Given my past, aren’t you afraid I might steal from you?””Yeah, I thought about it,” I answered. “Two things.one, you don’t needto steal from me. If you want it, ask for it. Two, I know you know thatyou would eventually be found out and I know you wouldn’t want to go tojail. Speaking of that were you ever busted?””Yes, a couple of times,” she answered laughing. “Once in Atlanta andthe other time was here. Busted for solicitation both times. In Atlanta Imade my own bail and here, Sean got a bail bondsman to spring me. Neitherunder my real name. Fucking undercover cops got me both times.””I know you told me how you got started,” I said toying with her nipple.”Why did you stay in the business? I mean you could have got out anytimeyou wanted to, couldn’t you?””Sure I could have. I did get out a couple illegal bahis siteleri of times but I always wentback to it.” She rolled over and put her hard nipple to my lips. “Isupposed a shrink could explain why, but the simple truth is I like thethrill of it. There is a certain excitement in going out on a date to meeta man or men for sex. Ohh, that feels good, honey. Bite my nipple alittle harder, please. Sean thought he had absolute control over me, buthe only did what I allowed him to do.” Her hand had found my limp dick andwas stroking some life back into it. “The truth of the matter is, I’m akinky slut. I like it hard and weird.” She crawled up and put my stiffenedcock in her wet pussy and shoved herself down on it. That ended theconversation for the moment.***I noticed during one of my infrequent looks at the checkbook that Jillwas paying herself a thousand dollars a week. I wasn’t surprised ordismayed because we had discussed the amount. A thousand a week was alittle more than we originally agreed on. I figured she found my shit morecomplicated that she thought. The amount was fine with me. It was worthit for me not to have to get involved with business crap. I also hadobserved that she didn’t spend much on herself. I did find out some timemuch later that she was sending the lion’s share to her parents.Then one night, about five months into our relationship, we went out toeat. We were just finishing up our dinner when Sean Collins showed up atthe table. I’m not the least bit gay, but I’ll admit that he’s goodlooking in a rich, soft, and pampered kind of way. Nothing like my toughmasculine looks. Actually that isn’t bragging. Jill, not content withearly morning walks, had my ass at the gym twice a week. I could pump ironwith the best of them.”Hello Judy,” Sean said with a smirk. “Fancy seeing you in an upscalerestaurant.” I make a quick assumption that Sean didn’t know Jill’s realname. “Still working the street?””Naw, not any more, Sean,” Jill calmly answered. “Still pimping forcity hall?” That wiped the smirk off his face in a flash. He turned brightred.”Judy, you have somethings that belongs to me and I want them back,” hesaid trying to growl. Sean wasn’t a growling sort of guy. Too damnedpretty to carry it off. I on the other hand, with my new found musclescould growl and I did.”Judy,” I said rising to my feet. “You want me to twist his head offand shit down his neck?””No, that won’t be necessary,” Jill said with a giggle. “Sean doesn’twant any trouble. Do you Sean?” Sean had back up a couple of steps. Heglanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to us. There wasn’t.”Of course I don’t want trouble,” he said, glancing toward me to see ifI had moved. “I just want my things returned. That’s all.””Sorry, Sean,” Jill replied, still calmly. “I can promise you that noone will see the highly i*****l DVD’s you had. I can also promise you thatif you make any attempt to get them, everybody at city hall will see them.Go away, mind your own business, and leave me alone, Sean, and your secretis safe. Fuck with me and you’ll not live long to regret it. There willbe some highly pissed off powerful people after your ass.” I guess sheimpressed him. I know she impressed the hell out of me. Sean Collinsstared at her a moment before he whirled around and disappeared into thecrowd. Her composure was remarkable. Jill looked.regal. Like a queen whohad consented to speak to a servant.”Will he let it go.Judy?” I asked. She shook her head slowly.”No, I’m afraid not,” she said sadly. “Sean is a pussy, but he’s meanand he’s vindictive. This may be a good time to run me off, Travis. Getme the hell out of your life. And don’t call me Judy. Judy is no longeralive.””Okay Jill. No, I don’t think I want to do that,” I answered. “You aretoo much a part of me now. Fuck that twit. He messes with me and I’ll eathis lunch for him.” I showed her the mean scary look I had been practicing.It had an immediate effect on her. She laughed out loud. Apparently Istill had some work to do on my mean look.”Travis, you are too nice to pull that off,” she said taking my hand. “I think I know who I need to contact.” When I inquired she continued. “There is a guy I know called Black Mamba. You know, after the poisonoussnake. I think you need him on the payroll.””Can I afford him?””Yeah, but we need to have a serious talk before I contact him. There’sa history between Mamba and me you need to be aware of. Come on let’s blowthis popsicle stand.”Jill was strangely quiet on the drive home. When we arrived she told methat she was going to get out of her glad rags and that I was to go hang upmy suit so that it wouldn’t get wrinkled. A short while later I found herin the den.”Have a seat, Travis,” Jill said. She had changed into a emerald greenrobe. I could only imagine what she had on underneath it, if anything. She was pale but seemed calm. “I want to show you something before I talkabout Mamba.” She put a disk in the player and turned the TV on. I took aseat on the couch.The scene opened with Jill laying naked on a bed. Of course I had seenJill nude many times but on the big screen she looked.well, even more nakedthen just unclothed. The camera zoomed in and as it did she spread herlegs, exposing her shaved pussy. She ran a finger the length of her slitand then she opened her pussy lips Jill looked lasciviously at the camera.”Judy, there’s someone I want you to meet,” a male voice said offcamera.”Oh goody,” Jill/Judy said licking her lips. “A man, I hope. I couldreally use a man right now.””He’s a man all right,” the voice said with a laugh. A shadow appearedon the bed and the camera paned to where a big black man stood. The manwas naked and was holding a huge cock in one hand. As the camera zoomed inon the man’s face I could see a cruel looking man. Battle scars coveredhis face and upper chest. The camera lowered until it came to rest on theman’s ungodly large cock. The damned thing had to be at least a foot longand as big around as a soda can.Jill came and sat beside me. Close, but not touching me. She wasbreathing heavily.”He has eleven and a quarter inches of cock for you,” the voice said. “Is he the biggest you’ve had?” The camera had zoomed out so that both Jilland the big man were in the picture. I could see Jill lick her lipsnervously, her eyes fixed on the man’s gigantic hunk of man meat. The manstroked his cock, grinning at Jill. Jill nodded at the question.The big black took a couple of steps until he was standing beside thebed. Jill sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. The man reached outand took one of her beautiful breasts and squeezed it completely out ofshape. Jill’s expression of curiosity and doubt changed to one of pain. She moaned and the man released his huge cock and took the nipple of theother breast and jerked it hard causing Jill to yell.”Suck it cunt,” the man said in a deep tone of voice. “Suck my cock.”He had not released her breasts and of course Jill did as he commanded. Anyone would have. Jill has nice long nipples but this foul creature hadher nipple pulled out at least two inches. I could plainly see when thecamera zoomed in that Jill had to stretch her mouth to accommodate the bigcock. He released her breasts only after she had his cock in her mouth.”That’s Black Mamba,” Jill said softly. I had been so engrossed inwatching that I had forgot for a moment that she was beside me. “Our firstmeeting. The first, but not the last. Sean is operating the camera and heliked what he saw that night. Mamba was a frequent visitor.”Back on the screen, Jill was laying back on the bed and Mamba had anankle in each hand. He lifted her up, spreading her legs as he did. Hepulled her to the edge of the bed and instructed her to put his cock in hercunt. Jill doesn’t have what I would call a dainty hand but it looked tinywhen she took his cock and aimed it at her pussy.”You don’t have to watch any more,” Jill said. “When I spoke of ahistory, I wanted to be sure you knew exactly what I was talking about.”She started to get up and I pulled her back down.”No, I want to see,” I said realizing that my mouth was dry and my voicegravelly.On the TV Jill gave a little yelp as the huge cock entered her. Whenthe massive cock passed the nine or so inch mark she yelped again. Thistime louder. I was guessing that he was entering new territory. Jillscreamed when the huge man shoved the rest of it in her.”Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Jill said over and over again tossing her headback and forth. She really became vocal when Mamba became more active. When he started thrusting in and out she yelled, screamed, and cursed allthe while urging him on. I had a raging hard-on. I shifted around tryingto ease the pain. Fortunately I had changed into a pair of sweat pants sothere was some room. I felt Jill’s hand cover my throbbing dick. I lookedat her and she smiled at me.”I’m glad you didn’t run out of the room screaming and throwing-up,” shesaid softly. “From this bulge I think you like watching me get hosed bythat big black cock.” Not trusting my voice, I just nodded. Hot didn’tbegin to describe what I was seeming.For the next fifteen minutes I watched as Mamba fucked Jill in everyconceivable position. I knew that Jill could climax easy enough and shewas having one orgasm after another as the big cock sawed in and out ofher. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I stood up enough to slide the sweatsdown to my knees. My modest size cock, by comparison, needed to bereleased before it exploded. Jill took it in her mouth before I hardly gotback down.Back on the screen, Mamba had just shot off in Jill. His white juicegushed out around his pistoning cock, flooding the bed. That didn’t stophim. He continued to fuck her poor pussy which looked like it was beingturned inside out when he withdrew.”Jillie,” I muttered, “I’ll come in your mouth if you don’t back off.””Go ahead, honey, cum in my mouth. I love your semen. Give it to me,baby.” Nothing on earth could have stopped me right then. I groaned as Ishot-off and she greedily took every drop and swallowed it. It was a lotof cum but not by Mamba’s standard. On the TV, Jill’s pussy was filled tooverflowing. His cum gushed out of her when he pulled his only slightlysoft cock out of her. Jill lay unmoving, her legs sprayed and her cuntgapping open, his seed pouring out.”My God, that was some fuck,” I managed to say.”You can say that again and be right both times,” Jill said with a grin.”I was sore for three days after that. There are a couple more disk withme and Mamba. Like I said, Sean, really got off on watching him do me. Now that you’ve see Mamba should I contact him? He’s good at other thingsbesides fucking. He was in some sort of special forces outfit in themilitary. He hires out as a body guard from time to time. He’s also anenforcer for some gangster types.” She still had hold of my cock. My cockseemed to be showing some form of recovery.”I don’t know, Jill,” I said. “Do we really need him? I mean what canhe do that I can’t do? Okay, besides the obvious. He doesn’t sound tootrustworthy to me.” My little minx had me hard again. “I don’t know,honey. I just don’t know.””Mamba is very trust worthy, Travis,” Jill said. “The word is that whenhe takes a job he stays with it. We won’t be outbid for his loyalty.” Sheslipped the robe off and I wasn’t overly surprised to see that she wasnaked. She straddled me and my stiff dick found the opening and I slidinside her hot box. “If Mamba agrees to work for us, he’ll stay with us.””What will he cost?” I managed to gasp. She was clamping me with hervaginal muscles. It was a trick that she had learned somewhere along theway.”I don’t know, but you need to know that he’ll want me included in thedeal. Do you think you can handle that? Seeing him put that big cock inme? Fucking the shit out of me?” I saw the image of his big rod plowing inand out of Jill’s cunt.”Yes,” I croaked. “Yes, I can handle it. Can you?””Oh yeah,” she said with a soft laugh. “I love his big cock. I toldyou I was a kinky slut didn’t I? I don’t want anything to mess us up,Travis. I don’t know what we have or where it’s going, but I like whateverit is. If you aren’t comfortable with it, I can live without Mamba’sbig.big.black.cock!” she screeched the last couple of words as sheclimaxed. I was only a couple seconds behind her.***In person Black Mamba was even larger that he appeared on the DVD. I’ma tad over six feet and I had to look up to see his face. My hand justdisappeared in his when he shook it. There was a suppressed strength abouthim. Unlike a lot of strong men, he didn’t attempt to take me to my kneeswhile shaking hands.Mamba came to our place. I’m not sure when I stopped thinking of it asmy building, but I had. He glanced at me when I showed him to the denwhere Jill waited. He was friendly with Jill, but there wasn’t a sign ofwhat I knew had happened between them.”Lookin’ good, Judy,” the big man said. “What’s the story?” Mamba was aman of few words. Jill told him about Sean and what she feared he woulddo. He thought about what she had said. “Okay, I suppose you thought ofthe obvious. Give him his fuckin’ disks?””I doubt it will work,” Jill said. “You know him. He’ll want revenge.””Yeah, I guess,” Mamba said. “Why don’t you make copies and give himthe originals? I’ll take them to him and he’ll figure I’m working for you.That should cool him some. You’ll still have copies if he gets randy.””What if it doesn’t do it?” Jill asked. “Are you working for us?””What’s in it for me?””Me,” Jill answered bluntly. “And three hundred a day for two weeks””What about him?” Mamba asked nodding his big bald head toward me.”You can’t have him,” Jill answered with a smile.”Now honey pie, you know I don’t swim in that pond. Is he cool?””Travis is cool with it,” Jill answered. “I showed him the film of thefirst time you and I got together. Are you in?””Not yet, but I will be pretty soon,” he answered with a lopsided grinshowing a lot of white and gold teeth. “But I’m going to need five hundreda day and reasonable expenses.””Who determines what’s reasonable?” I asked. I thought it was time Igot in the conversation.”I do,” he answered shortly, not even bother to look at me. He wasundressing Jill with his eyes. Mamba reminded me of a big steel spring,coiled and ready to explode.”Fine,” Jill said. “We agree to the terms. You can move in to thespare room. Just for the record, Mamba. My name is Jill, not Judy. Travis is my man and we sleep together. He’s willing to share. but notgive up any rights. That suit you?””It’ll do,” he said grinning at me. “I don’t know how this scrawnylittle white dude did it, but more power to him. I’ll be needing some cashup front and I’ll bring some things over later. Now let’s look at thesecurity for this place.”There are two ways to get to our living space in the building. Theelevator is the main way in and out. There is a stairway at the other endof the building with a locked steel door at the top. We can leave usingthe crash bar and it can be opened from the outside by a key. If thereshould be a fire, the door automatically unlocks.Mamba looked at everything carefully. He made a couple of notes andlaughed at the fire door situation. He said that anyone with half a braincould set off the fire alarm and walk right up the stairs into our space.He pointed out a couple of places he wanted more alarm sensors placed. Hewanted the elevator changed from keypad to actual keys. He grunted a fewmore changes and left, but not before giving Jill a big long wet smooch.I didn’t know I was a voyeur. I had no idea that watching and thinkingabout watching my woman with another man was such a turn-on for me. Justthinking about Jill and Mamba getting it on gave me a big boner. You knowone of those diamond cutter hard-on.I called the alarm company and put in an order for the changes Mambarecommended. I also had the contractor open the big roll up door on theground floor. Our cars would be in their way, but I agreed with Mamba thatit was better to be safe than sorry. For the time being we would park ourcars inside. When Mamba returned later that day I almost laughed out loudat his car. A genuine pimp-mobile. Originally it had been a LincolnContinual, but several severe modifications rendered it a mystery car. Isummons up enough courage to mention his extraordinary vehicle.”Got it at a good price,” he answered. “Fellow sold it to me for abuck.””Got to be more to it than that,” I said.”Maybe a buck and a promise that I wouldn’t take him apart. Bastard wasbeatin’ up his whores and one of them was a friend of mine. I had a littlechat with him. I even went to visit him in the emergency room. They hadhis jaws wired shut but I understood that he wanted to sell me the car fora dollar. Besides he couldn’t drive with two broken legs. Where Judy, Imean Jill?””Upstairs,” I said. “She got the plumbing contractor remodeling themaster bath. Apparently I didn’t do it large enough or modern enough. She’s also having a hot tub installed.””I take it you aren’t hurting for money.” The big man said.”Not very much,” I admitted. I am uncomfortable talking about money. Ithink it may have been different if I had invented something or worked forit. Maybe not. Maybe I’m just odd. I still thought of the money as”found” money.”Are you really cool with this?” he asked as we got on the elevator. “Imean me fucking her and all?””Sure,” I answered. “I’m cool. You can’t wear it out and there’s morewoman there than any one man can satisfy. I’m looking forward to seeingyou all live and in color.so to speak.” He grinned at my quip.”That’s good, ’cause I been thinking about her and her pussy all day. Every since she called me. That is the best white pussy I ever had, barnone.””I take it you’ve had some non-white pussy that was better?””Not better exactly,” he said as the elevator door opened. “Differentwould be a better description. A little Eurasian girl I used to know. Sheliked fuckin’ as much as Judy.Jill.” We got off of the elevator and helooked over the expanse of the floor. “What the hell are you going to dowith all that space?””Beats me,” I admitted. Mamba suggested a gym. That appealed to mebecause maybe I could get an hour’s extra sleep on gym days. I made amental note to ask Jill if I could afford it. That’s the sorry truth ofthe matter. I really didn’t know how much money I had.We found her holding the idiot end of a tape measure and telling thecontractor that he should do what she wanted.”Hi sweetie,” I said to Jill and gave the contractor a cheerful nod. Helooked distressed.”Hello Mister Tolliver,” the man said, giving Mamba a quick glance. “Your.friend canlı bahis siteleri wants me to take out these two walls and put the hot tub in aspart of the bath. We’re going to have to undo a lot of our work if youagree with her.””Okay, then do the work,” I said. I put my arm around Jill. “Honey, wedon’t want to tear this bath up until they finish with the other one, dowe?” Jill agreed that we didn’t want to be without one good workingbathroom. I mentioned the gym idea and she took that ball and ran with it.She gave me, then Mamba a quick kiss on the cheek and left us to makecalls.”She’s a fireball, ain’t she?” the contractor said. I told him that hedidn’t know the half of it. Mamba and I left him to bring the rest of ourbodyguard’s things up. Bodyguard. Now there a word I never expected touse along with ‘our’. Life can take some weird twists, can’t it?Later, while Jill made dinner, Mamba and I relaxed with a cold beer inthe den.”Now there’s something I never thought I see,” the big man said. “Judy.I mean Jill, cooking. Never thought of her as.””Domesticated?” I finished for him. “Yeah, that was a bit of a shockerfor me, too. Jill is a woman of many parts.””You known her very long?” he inquired. I explained that we wereclassmates in high school but that I had only became reacquainted recently.I told him how I happened to see her working the street.”Yeah, that Sean is a real piece of work,” he grunted. I asked him ifhe thought Sean posed any real threat to Jill and I. “Had a message fromhim on my machine,” he said. “I’ll know more after I meet with himtomorrow.””How did he know you were working for us?””He didn’t,” the man said shortly. “He probably wants to hire me. Careto guess why?” I didn’t need to. “I ain’t the only man doing contractclean-up work. Got to know that, Travis. When he finds out I ain’tavailable, he’ll look for somebody else. Be nice to nip that in the bud.””Can you?””Don’t know, but I got a plan that might work. Trouble with SeanCollins is, he’s a big auger and he knows it. He’s a powerful man and heain’t a nice man. That’s a dangerous combination. He’s a coward, too, andthat makes him even more dangerous, but maybe I can use that. We’ll justhave to see.”After dinner there was one awkward moment. It didn’t take a detectiveto see that Mamba wanted Jill but he was unsure how to approach thesubject. Jill took care of the problem in short order. While Mamba and Iwatched a movie on TV, she went to change. When she came back all four ofour eyes left the TV and locked onto her. She was wearing a pink baby dolloutfit with black high heels. Her dress, or lack of dress, sent themessage loud and clear. She was a woman who wanted to be fucked.”What’ch you boys watching?” she asked strolling into the room.”You,” we both answered almost simultaneously.”Then you won’t mind if I turn the TV off and put on some music.” Shewent to the stereo and pushed the buttons and the music began. The diskwas in place and the volume set so I knew she had staged that part of theproceedings.As the music filled the room, Jill started a slow sinuous dance, movingto the center of the room directly in front of Mamba and I. Her bigbreasts swaying beneath her pink top. She casually unbuttoned the topbutton and then the second one. Slow, practiced moves designed to keep anyman’s attention. She certainly had ours.It wasn’t long before her top was open and we caught delicious glimpsesof her big tits. She slipped the top off and tossed it to me. A few moremoves and I had the bottoms of her outfit, too. When the music stopped shestruck a provocative pose.”You boys see anything you like?” she walked toward the door. “There’sgoing to be some fucking going on in the bedroom. If you boys want to getin on it, you better get naked and get a move on.”I suppose it would have been funny to watch Mamba and I trying to getundressed and get to the bedroom. We left a trail of clothes all the way.I, as host of sorts, let Mamba take the lead. I’m not sure I could haveshoved him out of the way anyway, but I didn’t try.When Mamba and I charged into the room, Jill was standing by the side ofthe bed. Something about her had changed and for a moment I couldn’t putmy finger on it. Then I saw her eyes and her expression. She was a studyin wantonness, if there such a word. She was a sexual creature thatdemanded to be ravaged. Not some delicate flower of womanhood but aageless, vibrant woman that radiated sex so powerful it was something youcould feel in the air. Even from across the room I could see her nippleshad swelled and stiffened.Both Mamba and I stopped dead in our tracks and stared at the lovelyvision. Jill glided to when I stood and gave me a long deep kiss, rubbingher spiky nipples on my chest. She did the same for Mamba. After finishedthe kiss, Jill led Mamba to the bed and she lay down motioning him to cometo her. Mamba dropped to his knees and pushed his face to her pussy. Jill’s breathing became heavy and she closed her eyes and gave into theorgasm that came on her. Mamba proved to be a noisy pussy eater. Hegrunted like a pig as he tried to devoured her womanhood.Mamba abandoned her cunt with his face. He rose and shoved his hugecock into her with one swift motion, Jill squealed loudly and threw herlegs and arms around him. I could see his huge black cock slamming in andout of her. There was something compelling about the black cock in thewhite pussy; the meeting of black and white. The confluence of theextremes; all colors and lack of colors. Of course it wasn’t exactly thatway because Mamba wasn’t total black and Jill wasn’t pure white, but youget the idea.Watching him take Jill was without a doubt the most erotic thing I hadever witnessed. The most exciting thing I have ever done was holding herlegs open for Mamba to fuck her. That came a little later.Mamba took Jill to a series of highly vocal orgasms. I moved closer tothe action and stopped near Jill’s head. She opened her eyes and smiled upat me.”Let me suck you while Mamba fucks me, Travis. Give me your cock,dear.” She didn’t have to ask twice I got on the bed and gave her mythrobbing cock. I was so hard I doubt that a cat could have scratched mycock. It didn’t take long for her to get me off. She swallowed every droplike the trooper she is. Mamba chose that moment, also.”Get ready you fuckin’ white slut. I’m going to shoot you full of mycum.””Yeah, give it to me baby. Shoot your cum in me. Fill my pussy withyour juice.” When Mamba shot off Jill’s eyes rolled back in her head and Iswear I think she fainted for a moment.”Is this the night I get to fuck your ass?” Mamba asked Jill. She waslaying between Mamba and I on the bed. With one hand Jill was toying withmy soft cock. With her other hand she stroked Mamba’s almost soft cock.”No way!” Jill laughed. “There’s no fucking way you’re going to jamthat log in my ass. We’ve tried, remember? Don’t work, pal. Travis fitsmy butt just fine. She rolled over and gently bit me on the ear. “Travis,you can fuck my ass anytime. I have three holes for my man, but only twofor you big fellow,” she said to Mamba. It didn’t seem to upset him.Two days later the gym equipment arrived from the de Sade company. Instruments of torture that no human could have devised. They had to comefrom the black pits of hell.During the time we waited for the equipment to come, Mamba worked withme on the mats. I suppose he was a good instructor of the martial arts. Ido know for a fact that he spent a lot of time knocking me around. Much ofthe time Jill joined us which made it worse for me. I didn’t like herseeing me tossed about like a doll.Jill did jazzercise, or something like it, in the nude which madeconcentrating on dodging Mamba even more difficult. On the other hand heseemed to be having trouble getting a grasp on me during her exhibitions somaybe it evened out.Being in good physical shape proved to be important because sex withJill is something like running a marathon. Not that I’ve ever ran one, butit’s an endurance thing. It had been my experience that sex for a womanand certainly for a man can become.well, old, or maybe routine. Not sureexactly how to describe it. The driving urge comes less often until somecommon ground is reached that pleases everybody.Jill was different from any woman I ever heard of. She was ready tofuck or ready to get ready to fuck anytime or anyplace. Her libido wasstuck in high gear. She would fuck me or Mamba or both of us at the dropof a hat. Even when I was unable to get it up, watching her was a realtreat that I never grew tired of. Usually that got me going again.One afternoon, about the time his two weeks contract was coming to anend, we were doing some hand to hand shit. I had gotten a lot better atdodging him by that time. I even managed to get in a few licks of my own.Jill was nude, as usual, doing some backbends and while Mamba wasmomentarily distracted I took him to the mat.”Not bad, sport,” he said with a grin. “You’re learning, but I was notpaying attention. I was watching your woman. Tell you what I’ll do. I’llfight you for her. Winner takes all. What do you say?””Sure,” I said, smiling at the surprised expression on his face. Iwalked off the mat to my gym bag and got a nine millimeter Glock andreturned. “You ready to start?” He stared at me a moment then laughedloudly.”Fucking good, Travis!” he said. “Where did you learn that?””From you. You said that a smaller trained man could beat a largeruntrained man every time. You also said that a big trained man could whalethe shit out of a smaller trained man unless the smaller man could makethings equal. Say hello to the equalizer.” I heard Jill laugh from thesideline.”I told you he wasn’t stupid,” Jill said to Mamba. “he’s a little slowbut.””Thanks a lot,” I called back to her. The relationship between thethree of us had evolved into a comfortable one. There was no jealousybetween Mamba and I. In fact we got along great. I even knew what hisreal name was.”Okay big man,” I said one day while he was busy throwing my ass aroundthe gym. “Ain’t no parent ever going to name their son after a deadly,mean-ass snake. What name did they give you?””There ain’t a handful of people alive that knows my birth name,” hesaid trying to grab me. I jumped back out of his range. One thing ourwork-outs had done was make me quicker to get away. “If I told you, I’dhave to kill you.””Okay, be that way,” I said moving in to get a hold on him. I had hiswrist in my hand but his wrist was too big to firmly get a good hold on. Ialso suspected that he oiled his arms and legs before we went at it. He’ssneaky like that. “I think your name is Garter. Garter snake and youchanged it to Mamba.” That cute remark got a big foot in my chest that putme on the mat gasping for air. He helped me up.”Simon Williams,” he said, giving me a hard look. “If I want that told,I’ll tell it myself.” I could tell he was deadly serious.Back in the present, I asked Mamba why Sean hadn’t tried anything.”Not sure,” he said. Jill joined us on the mat. “Maybe because wehaven’t been out of this place for any length of time to present a target.Also there is the possibility that he’s waiting until I’m no longer in thepicture. Sean knows I usually work in two week increments.” Mamba changedconversational styles several times a day. Sometimes he changed severaltimes in the same conversation. It was readily apparent he was educated.His military training came out often especially during my training. Onetime he snapped an order and I shouted “Sir, Yes Sir!””Don’t mock your betters, pup,” he responded with a smile and a slap onthe back of my head.”What exactly did he say when you gave him the disks,” Jill asked.”He thanked me and told me he would see me later,” Mamba said. “He hadalready determined that I worked for you. A few days later I saw Happy Dayat a bar. Happy Day is a soldier of fortune like me, except he has neverhad any scruples.””Happy Day,” I mused. “Do you guys subscribed to a some sort of servicefor those hokey names?””Not exactly,” Mamba laughed. “Happy is happy like a bald man is curly.Bastard hasn’t ever been known to smile. Always looks like he’s got aheadache.”Travis, for Pete’s sake shut up and let Mamba tell what he found out,”Jill said.”Happy was working,” Mamba said. “He didn’t say, and he wouldn’t, but Igot the impression he was working for a heavyweight. I know when I wasn’tavailable, Sean Collins has used him.””Bring Happy Day on,” I said. “I’ll knock.””No you won’t,” Mamba interrupted me. “If it come down to it, you Glockhim, not knock him. You wouldn’t stand a chance with Happy. He’d take youapart and not work up a sweat. I’m serious Travis. You are coming along,but you are no match for a well trained professional, and Happy is a welltrained pro.””Mamba,” Jill said looking thoughtful. “What kind of rate can you makeus on say a six month contract?” That question caused him to lookthoughtful.”Be mighty expensive,” he said after a few minutes. “Besides you mightget this shit resolved in a few days. You’d be wasting money.””But what kind of money are we talking about?” I asked.”Look, I like both of you. I won’t leave you in a lurch, but I havesome obligations coming up that I have to do. Some I can’t get out of.””What would you think about ten grand a month with outside workacceptable?” I said. “Make this your headquarters. Can we afford thatJill?” She nodded slowly.”Think about it Mamba,” she said nodding. “You know you got a paydayalways coming. You can go do your thing whenever you need to. If we stillare having trouble with Sean we can always take a vacation and get the hellout of dodge until you come back.””Yeah, I like the concept. The food’s good and the company iswonderful. Not yours, Travis. Yours is okay, but not wonderful, but tenthousand a month is too much. I’ll do it for half that and expect nothingwhen I’m out of town or otherwise engaged. I still insist on pussy beingpart of the deal.””Certainly,” I agreed with a laugh of relief. . “That’s a given. Consider this your house, too.””It’s a deal,” he said shaking hand with me and giving Jill a big kiss.”Still no ass, huh?””Still no ass, but all the pussy you want,” Jill said. “Do you want acontract drawn up?””I’m tempted, just to see how you word the pussy clause,” he saidlaughing. “No thanks, your word is good enough for me. Let’s go out andpaint the town to celebrate.”The three of us got all dressed up and went out dining and dancing. Notsomething I would normally want to do, but I thought Mamba was right. Weneeded to be out and about. We let carefully chosen people hear that Mambawas leaving for France the next day.We didn’t have to wait long. The next night the silent alarm went off.It was about three o’clock in the freakin’ morning. I heard Mamba’s feethit the floor in the next room. We had practiced the intruder bit over andover.”Coming up the stairs,” Mamba said softly. Armed, I met him at thealarm control panel. “This is just a probe to test the system.” Joke is onthem. He pushed a button that unlocked the fire door at the top of thestairs. “We’ll let the bastards in and have a chat.”I’ll be honest and tell you that I was shaking like a leaf. Mamba wason one side of the door and I was on the other. The lights were out and itwas dark. Darker than normal because Mamba had disabled the emergency exitlight over the door.It seemed like a fucking hour before I heard the soft footsteps on thestairs. Mamba, his ear to the door, held up two fingers. The door openedslowly and then a head appeared and jerked back only to re-appear for alonger time. Suddenly in the gloomy darkness I saw a figure quickly comethrough the door and it was followed by a second dark figure.Both figures knelt and became still. My hand was so sweaty I thought Iwould loose my grip on the Glock. Surely they could hear the thumping frommy racing heart. Slowly the figure in the lead stood and the second onefollowed suit. The room was suddenly flooded with light. I was expectingit, but it was still a shock.”One little twitch and you both are dead meat,” Mamba said ominously. Both men froze in place.”That you Simon?” one of the men said. Apparently one of the handfulthat was in the know.”You’re getting old, Happy,” Mamba said conversationally. “Keep pullingshit like this and you won’t get a lot older. Drop the guns and lace yourfingers behind your head.””Thought you were headed to France or somewhere,” the larger of the twomen said while complying with the demands. “What now?””Now we’ll talk. Actually, I’ll talk and you’ll listen. Happy, byrights I should just shoot your ass and be done with it.””Why don’t you?””I guess I’m getting soft in my old age. We go back a long way. Thatcould be a reason. Maybe it’s because I hate to waste you over someonelike Sean Collins. What’s your mission here?””Came to get some disks and a split-tail Collins wants,” the mananswered. “Mostly this was a scouting mission. Didn’t expect to get in soeasy. You set us up nicely, Mamba. Got to hand it to you, pal.””I guess it wouldn’t do much good to try to convince you to seekemployment elsewhere?” Mamba said.”No, not much,” the man called Happy said with a short laugh. “Got toprotect my reputation, you know.””Yeah, I figured as much. Turn around, Happy. Travis you watch thatother dude like a hawk. Shoot his ass if you have to.” Then Mambaproceeded to take Happy Day apart. There is something absolutelyterrifying about seeing one man badly hurt another man. I kept my eye onthe other man, but he wasn’t about to move except to get out of their way.Dude number two didn’t want any part of Mamba.Less than an hour later, I delivered a battered and broken Happy Day tothe emergency room. I called for a gurney, gave the attendant a bogusstory about how I found him along side the road, and left quickly. HappyDay would be out of commission for a long time. Both arms broken, bothlegs broken, and God only knows what else. Had to be some internalinjuries, too.Mamba took the other badly frightened man and dropped him off at the busstation with instruction to be in another place and soon. Since the manhad already lost control of his bladder, there wasn’t much doubt that hewas now a traveling man.Mamba left a few days later on some mission in some country. It wasstrange but while Mamba was out of the country and while Jill and I were inCancun Mexico on vacation, Sean Collins was the apparent victim of arobbery gone bad. Sean got very dead. Happy Day left town as soon as hewas able to travel. Someone told me later he had gotten killed out of thewest coast somewhere.I never mentioned what I thought to anyone, especially Jill, but I hadto wonder if Mamba actually had been out of the country. The timing seemedstrange to me. I didn’t mentioned it to Mamba when he showed up a monthlater. He had been hurt and needed medical attention. Jill proved to meone hell of a nurse. She had him up in no time if you get my meaning.

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