Chapter 7

Before Jill and I parted ways for our respective homes, we had a little fun in the back of tonight’s limo. I guess one could say that I got a ‘hummer’ (the fun kind). We had the ‘Hummer’ stretch limo. Jill told me that she had always wanted to play in this limo, one of her favorites, but it never seemed to work out. That was, until now.

I kissed her softly, remembering that she loves it soft. I teased her by gently licking her neck. I put my hands around her and realized that she was not wearing a bra. I had completely missed that when she was redressed from the previous clients. Our last clients were two lawyers that wanted to do a DP with her. She initially declined politely. However, they told her to ‘name her price’ and that I could watch to make sure she wasn’t abused or in danger in any way.

Jill thought about it for a moment. She gave them a number that she was sure they would balk at... $30,000. They said, “DONE” in unison. I pointed out that we don’t take credit cards, and this is a cash only transaction ... certainly no checks. They asked us to drive them to that check cashing place. There, they can get the cash and then we can all have fun.

Jill and I drove them to the check cashing place, the only one in town that was open 24 hours. They got out and went inside. It took about 45 minutes, with one of them coming back out about every 10 minutes, telling us how far along the transaction had progressed. Finally, they came out with a large brown envelope full of $100 bills neatly wrapped by a bank totally $30K. They handed the money to me and I counted. Yep, 300 - $100 bills. Jill was stunned, but happy for the money.

We drove to an empty parking garage. Jill and I got out and got into the back. The lawyers already had their pants and shoes off. They were both stroking their cocks.

“Will you please get fully naked for us?” one of them said. Jill nodded yes and began to undress. I asked, “Guys, do you have any condoms with you?”

“You mean we got to wear a condom after paying that much money? That doesn’t seem fair.” The same guy said to me.

“Well, it’s certainly up to her,” I replied.

“It’s okay David. I’ll risk it. But I need some lube. No one is going in my ass without me having lots of lube.” Jill requested.

Oddly enough, the lawyers must have planned for that one. They produced a pint-sized bottle of Astroglide. Jill directed one of them to lie on the floor of the limo.

The lawyer got down and laid there with his average 6-inch but very thick cock standing at attention. Jill squatted over him, planting herself on his rigid cock. The other guy went around behind her. He grasped his cock and poured the lube on it. He then lubed up her ass so much so that it was dripping off Jill onto the guy underneath her.

The guy behind her was a bit smaller than the other guy and much thinner. His cock probably measured only about 5 inches ... maybe. He slid his cock right into Jill.

At first, they were in a disjointed rhythm. After several attempts, they finally started going in and out of her with a rhythm that Jill was okay with. Luckily, neither one seemed to be in a hurry to finish. They just kept working in unison.

I heard Jill begin to moan. I could see that she was getting very wet. All the guys could do was smile. Although one did say something about this being the best day of his life. It seemed like they were starting to reach a climax. They picked up their fucking as I heard moans come from the two guys.

All at once, the guy on the bottom stiffened up and told us that he was cumming. Which prompted the other guy to cum as well. Jill only had small little orgasms from this, but no big orgasm. Jill looked over her shoulder at me and smiled a bit. She was enjoying it, but only to a very minimal extent.

As both men had shot their baby seed into Jill, I asked them to uncouple and get themselves cleaned up. The guys were gentlemen about everything. They helped Jill up, and each one kissed her, thanking her for agreeing to their longtime fantasy.

Later, after our shift, Jill and I played in the Hummer using our own company parking garage. Jill first got on her knees. She licked my hard cock up and down the shaft. She twirled her tongue around the thick, bulbous head. When she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, she stroked the shaft of my cock. She used my pre-cum droplets as lubricant. She moved from one ball to the other, taking time to lick, suck, and caress my balls. At this point, she did something that no one had ever done to me before. Oh, I had heard of it happening, but I began thinking it was just an urban legend. While she was deep throating me, she began to hum. The vibrations coming from her tongue and throat were spectacular! It took all my powers to not explode in her mouth right then. I held off for as long as I could, but it was to no avail. I felt that distinctive twinge in my scrotum. “Jill, I’m ... I’m gonna cum”. It was only a matter of moments after I said that for my baby batter to splash her throat and mouth. All Jill did was moan in acceptance. I couldn’t believe it. She had made me cum before I got the chance to get her to orgasm first.

While, on one hand, I was gloriously satisfied. On the other, I was disappointed in myself for not taking care of Jill first. My Grandmother used to always tell me, “Women come first”. So, at least in my head, women always CUM first.

Jill refused me trying to reciprocate. I so wanted to pleasure her, but alas, for whatever reason, she decided against it.

When we were done, we kissed goodnight. Each headed to our own cars to go to our respective homes. When I finally got home, I received a frantic call from Jill. I had just walked in the door to my apartment and my cell phone buzzed.

It wasn’t a number I recognized, but obviously they knew my number, so I answered it.

“Hello?”

“David, thisisjillimintroubleineedhelpcanyouhelpme,” said the voice on the other line. She was speaking so fast that I couldn’t understand her at all.

“Slow down. Slow down. Who is this?” I asked.

“David, it’s me Jill,” she replied.

“What’s the problem?”

“I had an accident on my way home. I’m in the ER. You’re the only one who would answer my call at this hour.” She replied.

“OK, what ER are you in?” I asked.

“City General Hospital.”

“I’ll be there as fast as I can. Relax, I’m coming,” trying to settle her down a bit.

I grabbed my keys, locked the door, and headed out to my car.

I was thinking to myself about the quickest way to get to City General. Should I take the interstate or the surface streets? It is 2:45 AM, so maybe the surface streets would be better.

I arrived at the hospital about 15 minutes later. Mostly a fast route, but I had to sit and wait for a train to pass through an intersection which delayed me by 4 to 5 minutes.

When I got to the ER, I stopped at the reception desk asking where Jill Morgan was located.

“She’s in room 5, sir.” I was told by a security guard that seemed to me that he only guards the snack machine, judging by his big belly.

The guard just pointed with his left hand to go that way.

I sprinted down the hall following the numbers before I found room 5. I just burst through the door. There she lay, sobbing.

“Jill, honey, what happened? Are you alright? What did the doctor say?” I asked, as my head was filled with a flurry of questions.

There was that awful silence. I only heard her sobbing.

“Jill ... Jill, honey, what’s happened?” I quietly asked.

Jill began telling me what happened. “When we parted, I was driving home. I went to the drive thru at Dunkin Donuts to get a coffee. I was drinking some when the lid popped off. I tried to catch the lid from hitting the floor. I took my eyes off the road for just a second, but I went through a red light and got clobbered by a box truck from that appliance store over on Main Street.”

Jill went on, “I got hit on my side, driven across the intersection and slammed into a cement telephone pole. The firemen got me out of my car, or that’s what the paramedic told me. I was initially unconscious. When they revived me, I was on my way to this hospital. I called Sasha-no answer. I called Tina-no answer. I called a couple of others-no answer. Finally, out of desperation, I called you,” Jill said with tears running down her cheek.

“What is the doctor saying? Are you in pain?” I queried.

“Yes, lots of pain. Doctor thinks I have some internal injuries. They’re going to run some tests. They’ve already drawn a lot of blood for lab work. The nurse said that they are going to do an MRI to look for any internal issues. She also said that they might do a CAT scan as a precaution,” Jill explained.

About that time, a female nurse came into the room.

“Sir, may I ask, are you family?” the nurse asked.

“Just a close friend.” I replied.

“Sir, I need to tell her some private things, so if you could please step into the hall while I discuss things with Miss Morgan?” The nurse said back.

“No, I want him here. I have nothing to hide. Anything you tell me, it’s ok for him to hear,” Jill defended.

“Well, alright then. Miss Morgan ... it is Miss, right? I’m here to tell you that they will be coming to take you for an MRI in a short while. But, more importantly, you are pregnant.” The nurse said as deadpan as possible.

“WHAT??? That can’t be right. Are you sure? But, I’m on birth control. How could this happen?” Jill said, completely lost and full of emotion.

The nurse explained that there is no perfect birth control method except for abstinence. She told Jill that although it is a long shot, there is some possibility of still getting pregnant whether you use pills, shots, condoms, or any other form of birth control.

I began rubbing up and down on her back and caressing her hair gently. I tried doing my best to reassure her that everything will be okay.

“Hun, let’s get through the MRI first. The doctor will be able to tell you more once they read the MRI. Isn’t that right, nurse?” I said as calmly as possible.

“Yes sir. They will be coming to take her to the MRI lab. You can go with her, if you would like, but you will have to wait in the control office with the technician since the MRI uses high magnetic forces to take the exam.” The nurse explained.

I asked the nurse, “Ma’am, is the MRI procedure safe for the baby?”

“Yes sir, that’s why they will do an MRI instead of an X-ray or CT scan. It’s much safer for the baby,” The nurse explained.

Just then, a tall policeman knocked on the door. “Are you Jill Morgan?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Ms. Morgan, I have several questions to ask you. May I ask them now?” the policeman asked. At that point, the nurse gathered her stuff and left.

The officer was a tall African-American. Bald, broad shoulders and carried himself well. Judging by the stripes on his uniform shirt, I would guess he was at least a Sargent and maybe 15 or more years of service on the police force.

“Ms. Morgan, I’m Sargent Johnson, City Police. I am handling the investigation into your accident. How much do you remember about the accident?” he inquired.

“Um, well ... I just got off my shift. I drive a limo for the Happy, Happee Limo company. I felt tired. I stopped at the Dunkin Donuts drive thru to get a coffee. While I was drinking the coffee, the top came off. I took my eyes off the road for just a second to see where the lid went. I guess I went through a red light. At least that’s what the ambulance guy told me. I remember hearing brakes, then nothing until I was being sent here,” Jill explained.

“Ma’am, are you sure you aren’t dealing drugs?”

“WHAT?? Why would you ask me that?” Jill said, in a state of shock.

“Ms. Morgan, we found a large sum of cash in your purse,” the officer said.

“About $32,500,” I said interjecting myself into the conversation.

“Yes, sir. That’s exactly how much we discovered. Who are you, sir?” The officer asked with one raised eyebrow.

“David Greene sir. I work with Jill. She’s my trainer. I know how much she has because I have the exact same amount from work tonight still in my pocket. May I pull out the money to show you and I’ll also get my ID, as I’m sure you will want to see it?” I said as respectfully as possible.

“Yes sir, I would like to see both the money and your ID,” Sgt. Johnson replied.

I reached into each of my back pockets. I pulled out my wallet first and fished out my driver’s license and handed it to the officer. Then I reached into my other back pocket and pulled out the cash. I laid it down next to the sink for the officer to inspect. He picked the cash up and did a quick count. He handed the money back to me and I folded it up and put it in my back pocket.

“Mr. Greene, how long have you worked at this limo company?” Sgt. Johnson asked.

“About a week.”

“Mr. Greene, are you telling me that in a week of work, you made $32,500? I find that hard to believe,” the officer said in a doubtful tone.

“Well, Sargent Johnson, actually Jill made all the tips. But she is such a sweetheart that she agreed to split her tips with me. Our company doesn’t think that new drivers should make tips for the first 30 days. She doesn’t agree with that rule, so she gave me half of her tips,” I tried to explain.

I went on to say, “Sir, Jill is THE most requested driver we have. She handles senators, movie moguls, rock stars ... In fact, a couple of nights ago, we had Senator Smith and his wife in her limo. The same night we had that British rock’ n roll guy Billy something...”

“Ms. Morgan, are you telling me that you made $65,000 tonight alone?” Sgt. Johnson said in a state of shock.

“Yes sir, I am,” Jill said, calming down a bit.

“Ms. Morgan, just how much do you make at this limo company? I’ve been on the Police force for just over 16 years and you made in one night just under what I make in nearly a year. I’m not sure if you’re covering for some drug running or you are just an incredible driver.”

I decided to interject again, “According to Sasha, our boss, Jill, will make about $600,000 this year.”

The officer kept eyeing Jill and I. He kept scribbling things down into his notepad.

“Ms. Morgan and Mr. Greene, I will have to call this Sasha. How can I reach her?” the officer asked.

I reached into my front pants pocket and pulled out two business cards, and handed them to the officer.

Then, my phone went off. I excused myself and stepped into the hall, and answered the phone call. I saw it was Tina calling me back.

“Tina, darling, I only have a minute to talk. Jill has been in a serious accident. She’s here in the ER at City General. She’s pretty banged up. They are suspecting she may have internal injuries. They are going to do an MRI. I’m going to stay here with her for a while. Can you come down here? I’m sure she would love to see you.” I explained.

“I can’t,” she replied.

“Sasha?”

“Yep.”

“Please tell Sasha about the accident. I will text you as we get any news from the doctor. Ok, love ya, gotta go,” I said as I hung up.

Did I just tell Tina that I ‘loved her’? I can’t believe that I just said that. What the hell was I thinking?

I went back into the exam room. Sgt. Johnson was giving Jill his card, thanked us for our time and left.

My mind was in deep thought about what I just said to Tina. I just stood in the exam room, staring off into space.

“Hello, Earth to David. You in there?” Jill said jokingly.

“Huh? What? I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said,” I replied, coming back to the room mentally.

“That was Tina on the phone. I told her about your accident. I told her that I was here with you. I also told her that they may believe you have internal injuries and are going to do an MRI,” I said to Jill.

“You didn’t tell her...” Jill asked, worried that I blabbed about her being pregnant.

“No, of course not. That’s not for me to tell.” Looking her in the eyes as I replied.

“David, I’ve been wanting to say something to you, but I don’t know quite how to word it.” Jill said to me.

“Jill, you’re a Marine. Just say it. Whatever it is, we’re both adults.” I said back to her to give her confidence.

She took a big breath before speaking. “David, I can see why Tina’s fallen for you. I’m envious of her. You seem to be a caring, loving, passionate, and generous man. The man of a woman’s dream. All of us women want, no, yearn for someone with the qualities that you seem to have. I can’t even imagine why you are divorced. If you weren’t spoken for by Tina, I think that I could just as easily fall for you ... Wow, this pain medicine is really starting to kick my ass ... You know, the ass you’ve already had ... Oh my gawd, did I just say that out loud? No wonder why I can’t seem to shut up ... I just keep parting my lips, but instead of something going in, words keep coming out. Speaking of coming out, did I tell you how good you tasted when you put your cum in me? I mean, WOW, what the hell do you do to make it taste so sweet? ... Ok, I’m gonna try to shut up now.”