Chapter 12

Graduation neared and happened and I went home.

Then what? Hell if I knew. I was unsure of what to do after having been released from the prison that was high school. It would be charitable to say I was like a lot of the other kids, bored and afraid that life had thrown me to the side, leaving me to swirl around endlessly in some backwater jetty. I could have gone to college, or gotten a job with someone my mom knew, but all that last month of school I pretty much just went through the motions and made no decisions.

Alice thought that maybe I was missing David, but no. I have to admit that while I was with David my darker side lightened a bit, but I’d never lost my snark or distrust or overt cynicism. Dropping David gave me time to relax and enjoy life without the pressure of an over-sexed dude with his hand forever trying to make its way past my panties. But my philosophy of staying low, ignoring the world, and trusting nobody became more a part of me than ever.

I told Alice more than once that I actually looked forward to doing nothing for the summer, just letting my mind empty itself of all the crap school had filled it with. Not missing David Not hating people. Just doing nothing more than eating, sleeping, and watching some favorite shows. The perfect life.

Then came the day just days after graduation when Alice lured me outside with the promise of a bowl of ramen. A new shop had opened and she knew I loved the stuff. We talked about nothing at first, but then she brought up what seemed like a fun if dangerous alternative to my own ideas of self-imposed exile. Sounded bizarre and edgy and I somehow fell for the cute blond girl’s smile and giggles. Looking back on it now, suicide would have been a preferable option.

“Listen, um, May. Here’s the thing. Ken has this thing going on over the summer. He’s got the run of his parents’ house. They’ve taken off and he lives by himself, just finishing up some college class, but every day he invites people over to do whatever they want.”

“Yeah, you’ve brought this up before. Not sure I want to get involved in all of Ken’s drugs and shit.”

“Not so much drugs,” insisted Alice. “Well, drugs, but low level stuff. Just edibles, and only for college types. No gangs or anything.”

“Right. I get it, but why does this involve me? What’s the deal? And since it involves Ken I know for sure there’s a catch.”

Alice ignored my swipe at Ken and got into the details.

“He’s got a pool, remember? Now he’s starting to make burgers for lunch, and lets people hang out. With summer break here, he’ll do that every day. Why don’t you join me? It’ll be fun.”

Pretending to be clueless even as every alarm in my gut was going off, I pushed my empty bowl aside (even drank the soup. Good stuff) and asked, “So, why invite me? You and I are just out of high school. Why would he care?”

This is when Alice cut through the crap and said the obvious.

“Well, because there’s bound to be guys hanging out and its nice to have a girl or two, you know, just sitting there by the pool. Nothing you have to do with any of the guys,” Alice said with a forced laugh. “Nothing like that. Don’t even think it. But I’ll be around and there’s food and music and stuff. I’ll make sure whenever you’re there he throws on a free burger. Even drinks. Come and go as you wish. Besides, you’ll give me someone to talk to. The college girls are all stuck up and I’m feeling lonely. Come over and hang out with me.”

There was a lot more back and forth, like how Alice wasn’t sure she’d be going to college and her family distrusting Ken and my own need to finish one last two-unit history class and how I’d get to Ken’s place and if I had a swimsuit and sunblock. Easy stuff, but Alice kept dodging questions about just what her boyfriend did at these daily gatherings and if it wasn’t just a place for burnouts and stoners to get lost in. Even with my gut telling me no, I agreed to join Alice for the upcoming Saturday, if only to stop the feeling of meaningless boredom I seemed to be stuck in.

It was a fifteen minute bus ride to that middle-class suburban part of town and another five minutes of walking to the house. Drugs and drinks were around, definitely, like big time, but I’ll get to that later. Alice was there but Ken pulled me to the side and filled me in only seconds after I walked out of the bathroom in my boring school-approved one piece swim suit. His one-sided speech went on for at least ten minutes, pausing only for me to throw out a quick question, but it came down to this.

“Hey. Haven’t seen you for a while, May. You’re looking good. Hotter by the day. That suit’s gotta go, though. Boring. No problem. I’ve got a few in the lost and found for just such occasions. Your chest has really pushed out. Screw what they say about flat Asian girls. I’d like to see more, but I really like your ass. Don’t worry, Alice will keep me in line. She still gets mad thinking about that time we all got together. I kept waiting for you to call.

“So, all you have to do here is look good for the customers. Don’t have to do anything. If you ever feel pressured, come to me, but if you ever have an itch and want to scratch, be my guest. Do anything you want, but only in that first bedroom on the right. I think you remember the one. Oh, and if anybody asks you about what I do, just shrug. Ignorance is the key to safety around here. And if you really want to know what I do, ask Alice. I don’t admit to anything.”

The only lie in there was Ken saying Alice kept him in line. After he returned with a substitute suit, his hand spent a good number of seconds tracing the curve of my ass. He definitely had the eyes of a wolf and the hands of a pervert, but I figured Alice knew what he was like. She had more than one story about his various kinks and pleasure preferences. If anything, I was fine with it, knowing the young man could be trusted to hide nothing from me but his illegal drug trade.

Or at least that’s what Alice finally whispered out to me over my early lunch of a hamburger and soda. I’d changed into Ken’s two-piece, the bits of cloth hiding nothing and fitting me almost too well. Even back then I was self-conscious about how large my lower lips were, my inner labia hanging down more than an inch beyond my thick outer lips. That skimpy lower portion hid maybe half my ass, but my crotch looked like I was sporting a mohawk between my thighs. Alice just bubbled about how all the guys would be falling over themselves to take me out, and that’s when she gave up two really important pieces of information.

In bits and pieces she let drop that Ken made a living dealing drugs. Not news to me or half of the city, but I let her talk. She assured me he was just a supplier for the college crowd, and I never saw anything that said otherwise but for once or twice all summer. He was smart enough to never have anything on hand, never taking cash direct or under the literal table. More importantly for me was the knowledge that Ken specialized in edibles and pharmaceuticals, low level stuff that kept him off the radar of the powers that really mattered. The edibles were good, as I could attest from personal experience, and apart from the occasional low-key argument, the people dropping by were young and mellow and there to relax for an hour before heading back to real life.

Which gets to me and why I was there at all. Sure, to keep company with Alice and an occasional other couple of older girls. But both Ken and Alice intentionally let slip that guys would hang out, talk with me, and make offers, all of which were left up to me to accept or turn down.

Was there an expectation that I’d make some of those customers happy, leaving that back bedroom with a smile and a few liquid ounces lighter? Did my favorite girl and her dealer boyfriend think that I was just the loose skank they needed to keep all those randy college boys coming back for another bag of something? Absolutely.

They both knew my history, of liking sex but not being able to trust and therefore unable to really care about any one specific man. Meaning they both saw me as a loose slut perfect for enticing young college types to spend time and money at Ken’s place. Yet, to his credit, not once did Ken ever drug me or physically force me into the arms of a sexually frustrated customer. No, he left that to Alice. He was a pusher but she was the pimp.

Didn’t do anything other than hang out with Alice and talk with a dozen strange guys that first day. It was fun, the guys were okay, but Alice mentioned she and her family would be out of town the next day so I didn’t bother going over on Sunday. Monday rolled around and I again found myself sitting in my bedroom, bored out of my mind. My mother was at me again bugging me to get a job and I told her that I had one lined up at a friend’s restaurant. Pulled together a bag of stuff and headed off to Ken’s, my mother actually believing my story about waitressing at a café on the edge of town. Funny to think that my mother pushed me into becoming the go-to girl for sex all that summer. For money, of course. That is what my mother was most interested in and that kind of became my downfall.

“Hey,” said Ken, a hand on my thigh. “Missed you yesterday. A couple of guys were looking for you. A bunch of guys. Tell you what. You spend the day here and I’ll throw in lunch and travel money. And free drinks, as long as you don’t share. How’s about a $20 just for showing up?”

I shrugged, pretended Ken wasn’t trying to cover a two-ton rock with honey, and said, “Every day? Just to hang out? Sure. Money up front, right?”

He laughed but agreed. Then we spent a half hour discussing reality, like the kinds of people who dropped by, why his parents lived out of state, and what he really expected me to do by the pool. He told me plenty when he assured me that he didn’t want any kickbacks from any of my guys, but that he also wouldn’t be sharing of his own profits with me. A lot of nudging and winking going on there, but I got the gist. Come in, advertise for us both with your body and smile, and if you’re asked to have a little fun in the back bedroom, gratuities could be both expected and kept private.

I was shocked, and yet you have to remember, I’d spent a lot of time with a lot of men during my high school days. I was about to turn eighteen, was fresh out of school, totally jaded, and totally free to do what I wanted. And, let’s not forget, I had to show some kind of earnings at the end of every week. Hanging out at Ken’s pool and plying my body for money wasn’t something I’d ever considered, but once the possibility was provided, I took the easy road and said yes.

Moving on. The days passed, my company by the pool being mostly Ken and Alice and a wide variety of college guys, though sometimes small groups of women would also drop by to whisper things with Ken. I’d sit in a lounge chair by the pool, deep in shade just to keep my skin from turning any more brown. I started bringing yoghurt and limiting myself to only a half-burger, shared with Alice, but was happy to stuff Ken’s daily salary of $20 into my purse.

Don’t think Ken was setting himself up for a loss. Alice and I talked to a lot of guys, mostly smiling and showing our bodies off as Ken made subtle references to products and prices. Sometimes a couple would come by, maybe even a small group, all hanging out for an hour or three. The guys, sometimes with girls, would sit by the pool, often sharing goodies they’d brought with them, before they wandered back out into the world.

Of course there were the daily guys with lusty intent, but I had experience in pushing those kinds off. The biggest problem was how boring and boorish they could be. It was Alice who talked me into taking a few of Ken’s friends into the back room for some fun just that first full week. She made it out to be daring and crazy and fun, though of course never suggesting that she open her own mouth or thighs to their lustful intent.

Just that first day back by the pool Alice pushed me to “service” one of Ken’s customers. He was older, maybe a grad student, but Alice knew him by name. She came along and watched as the guy fingered my tits. She even gave commentary while I gave a simple and shallow suck and swallow on his moderately sized dick. He promised double that if I’d turn around for him. I could see excitement in Alice’s eyes but I opted out. It wasn’t too bad, though kind of a nasty thing Alice and I laughed at later, and me picking up thirty dollars for a job well done. Ken winked and passed me another wine cooler to cut the thick layer of cum that clogged my throat. The man knew how to keep his employees happy.

I was kind of proud at how I’d kept my bikini bottoms intact while sucking down the stranger’s dick, though while in the throes of ecstasy, the guy did slap my ass a few times. Just a blow job. Nothing to talk about, and yet just the next day I found myself getting royally ploughed and seeded by yet another guy I’d only met an hour before.

Alice’s fault, kind of. It was late in the afternoon and these guys walk in. I’d already given a handsome sweet talking guy a full-on deep throat earlier in the day. That turned out fine, though he locked his knees around my head and almost made me swallow his balls along with his cum. Nothing new to me. Then these two friends of Ken show up. The light brown guy (Mexican? Latino?) seemed to have an appointment. Ken quickly shut up shop and called to Alice. She urged me to entertain the other guy while he waited for his friend. She and Ken and the one guy disappeared down the hall and all I could do is smile.

An aside here. Alice had let on early in the year that Ken enjoyed sharing her around. That time with David and me was no fluke. Every few weeks Ken would bring in someone, always some friend of his, so that he could watch Alice get reamed in all of her holes and in multiple ways. Not sure of any money being passed around. These details didn’t come out until later in the summer, showing how Alice was just as good at hiding secrets as I was.

This kink of Ken’s included video, something I should have paid more attention to all through his house. Her one kink, and something that I actually enjoyed myself, was pushing in a butt plug and letting the man get on with the fuck until the stars came out. She liked long plugs, like deep into the rectum, but I was fine with short but fat. I had one that I used for either butt or twat, depending on the guy’s hole of interest and my own personal need.

But about me and that darker guy. Watching Alice walk off with two guys palming her ass made me just a little more aware of what I could be missing but also of what I was being expected to participate in. The friend talked me up, seemed nice and polite, but within five minutes had a hand on my thigh while asking what I was doing later.

I almost walked off, with firm intent on taking the bus home, but I remembered that my mother had gotten the absurd idea (from me) that I had a job and was paid daily in cash. Didn’t just give in. I pretended to fall for his charms, lowering my top and giving him my simple version of a lap dance. Not until I had his dick in hand did I mention my need for payment. He balked, but then I pulled aside my bottoms and took the man’s entire length into me. That was a dangerous move. More than one guy in my life by that time had blown his balls they’d pushed all the way into my twat. Not this time. A short teasing fuck riding him on the chair followed by me sucking his cum-soaked cock had him tossing his wallet on the table.

We went to the back bedroom where I definitely gave the man his money’s worth. I guess that was the real start of my summer trade. Started keeping stuff like a change of clothing and condoms and such in the closet. Lots of condoms, but on that particular day, my first real fuck as a woman being bought and sold, I was fine with letting the dog run wild in the forest.

Guy did good, very good. So good that when we finally exited, the stars were indeed out and Alice and the guys were sitting around drinking and enjoying a blunt. Alice joined me for a shower and plenty of details traded back and forth about our respective men. Ken was nice enough to drive me home, my stomach and pussy filled to overflowing with cum but my purse (thank you, David) holding almost a hundred dollars. Told my mother I was paid under the table by the restaurant manager. She didn’t bat an eye and wished me luck for the next day’s work.

And so it started. Alice opened her legs every day by the pool for view, only rarely getting a nod from Ken to do anything more than allow a man’s fingers further south than her scantily covered tits.

I, on the other hand, was given a running commentary by Alice on different guys and their private lives. For a girl who swore Ken was her man, she sure had a lot of information on a lot of different men. Thing is, when a guy did approach and want more than a look between my legs, I’d rely on Alice to give a nod of approval. Sometimes I just went with my gut, or more likely my twat, but she had no compunctions about telling a guy to leave or mention just how much I would cost.

Too many guys, too many details. It all came to be the same thing. Various types of sex with different kinds of guys, and none of it could be discussed with my mother.

At the end of the third week of me displaying my wares for all passing men to salivate over, a nice normal kind of a guy used the pool. He bought an edible and opened a book and then sat near and talked about work and college classes and life. Name was Jer(ry), going to college, trying to enjoy life before a full time job took him over. Very easy going. Even asked about my own life and didn’t make any snide comments about my slit eyes or Asian background or mohawk.

Just a note here: Remember Jer. The other guys over the summer and through my legs can all be forgotten, but remember Jer. He’ll be back

Just ten minutes of talking and nice guy Jer asked what I’m doing for the afternoon. Nothing, so he then he asked if he could take me out for lunch and maybe a movie. I did a sideways glance at Alice and met her in the bathroom. Learned that Jer was safe, probably single, majored in business, and hadn’t bought anything more intense than edibles in the year Ken’s known him.

I went out and gave Jer an okay, though without any signs of excitement on my part. The guy got a point just for saying he’d wait for me to change out of my swimsuit. Went to a Greek place for lunch (Totally unique for me. Loved it) and then to a movie I can’t remember. Maybe the most memorable part of the day was when we parted. Driving back, Jer put his hand out on my fully clothed leg and asked if he could show me his place. I said no, and he drove us back to Ken’s. Then he got out and opened my door, and when I stood, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and put a hand around my waist and asked if maybe I’d like to have him fix me dinner. Again I gave a no, though with a smile. Then he stepped in, pulled me tighter, bent down to nibble on my ear and whispered out how beautiful I was and how he hoped to see me again. I pulled back and his hands dropped to his sides, his winsome smile catching at my heart. I smiled back, kissed his cheek, and told Jer I’d love to see him again but gave no promises.