Chapter 8

Cindy called Lennie early the next day.

“Lennie, some men would just be okay with my past and want to move on. They might have a question or two, but then forget it because they are banging a hot girlfriend. Others just want arm candy or a trophy wife, and it’s pretty much a given that they are immoral sluts or worse.”

“Not you. No, Lennie, you are the kind of man who has to know everything, at least see some real evidence that confirms your deepest fears, prejudices, or perversions. I know you keep thinking about what I do for a living. You don’t want me to escort, but you secretly want to see me in action. It will draw you in and repulse you at the same time. You have to see what I do to overcome your perversions. It’s the only way we have of creating anything close to what would be deemed a normal relationship. It’s just who you are.”

Lennie was dumbfounded and said nothing, his breath shallow and obvious. She was right.

“So, Lennie, I want you to come over to my home and show you something. Maybe this afternoon, okay?”

Lennie was at her place in a few hours. “Hi Cin,” he said as she opened the door and gave him a hug and a passionate kiss.

“Now what do you want to show me?” They walked hand in hand to the large sectional couch and sat down. She was wearing nothing but a thin, pink, body-hugging robe. It was untied, and her breasts and abs were exposed for Lennie to see.

“You know what I said yesterday about needing to see me in action. Sit down here and let me show you something on the screen.” She had a laptop connected to the wall with a long computer cable.

The 66-inch wall-mounted flat screen turned on with a click of the remote control Cindy had in her hand. The scene looked familiar. It appeared to be early evening, and Lennie was standing in her living room, his back to the camera, looking at the vista of the lake. Suddenly, Cindy appeared behind him, nude. She grabbed him with both arms and ground her firm breasts and hard nipples into his back as her mouth started nibbling on his ear. The angle was from her back, and her gorgeous naked backside was in plain view. He was aware of what happened next. It happened about a month and a half or so ago.

“You filmed us having sex for the first time? What the hell, Cindy?” She stopped the scene when he turned around and started kissing her. The scene ended before his pants were pulled down when Cindy typed a command on the computer, and another video started playing. The changes were startling.

“OK, now watch.” Lennie started to drift mentally, as if he were experiencing an out-of-body experience. It was like he was someone else who was watching the action on the big screen.

It was a video recording of the inside of her condo with the same camera angle as before. Something was different, though, he observed. The format was the old 4:3 analog TV format instead of the 16:9 HD format common today. There were black areas on each side of the picture, which confirmed it. That meant this had to be at least fifteen years old. Something else, it was the furniture! It was different from what he was sitting on. The walls were a different color. They were painted instead of the textured wallpaper they currently had. When he looked at the walls, some of the artwork in the video matched what he saw, but some had been moved to different places on the walls. And the view of Lake Washington was the same. So this had to have been many years ago.

Suddenly, a younger naked Samantha and three large, muscular black men were in the room, quietly laughing as the men’s hands roamed her hot body. Her skin was soft and perfect. Lennie gasped when he saw the younger Samantha’s incredibly firm breasts standing straight out instead of the gentle slope they had now. They were so magnificent that they looked fake, as if accomplished through the finest plastic surgeon’s efforts. The curves of her ass and waist were nearly identical to what Lennie had experienced that night, however. She was frantically unbuckling the pants of the men one by one as they fondled her. After the long black cocks were in the open, she dropped to her knees, sucking one of them while jacking the other two off using each hand.

“Fuck bitch, suck that black cock! You black cock whore!”

Between swallows, she yelled, “Yeah! Oh yeah! I’m a black cock whore. I love black cock! Fuck me with those big black cocks, I’m your Queen of Spades! Breed me like the bitch I am! Fuck a black baby into me!”

Lennie saw her left butt cheek, revealing a two-inch black spade tattoo with a capital Q inside it. He looked down at her naked left butt cheek and saw only smooth skin. He realized she didn’t have one now, so it must have been a temporary tattoo.

When she yelled Queen of Spades, the black men went crazy with lust. Each of them got rough with her, shouting obscenities as one cock after another was forced down her throat, her nipples getting pinched and twisted, her ass cheeks spanked, or three fingers jamming in and out of her wet pussy. The men took turns grabbing her roughly by her hair and forcing her mouth onto their cocks. Her mouth would go from face to face, her tongue seeking each male as they mashed lips. Once in a while, she would open her mouth, and one of the men would spit into hers. In a few minutes, her mouth went from the only orifice full of black meat, to having her pussy and then her asshole jammed with what looked like giant cocks, at least eight inches or more. She was being tossed around like a rag doll. It was so much more intense than any gangbang Lennie had seen watching porn.

The three men were tall and definitely athletes. The shortest one had to be at least 6 feet 5 inches tall; Lennie and the others were probably a few inches short of seven feet. Sam fast-forwarded the scene to get closer to the end. The three horny men kept sawing in and out of their chosen Samantha hole, and then changed after a few minutes and continued. They kept doing this for over half an hour and then worked up into a gang explosion. They pulled back, and all three holes had sperm leaking from them. From time to time, she would speed up the frames so Lennie saw the condensed version in about five minutes.

“These guys were visiting NBA players when the Sonics were still in town. I made a lot of money from NBA players until they left for Oklahoma City. Not all of them want groupies.”

Lennie recognized one of them. He had played for Los Angeles for many years. Lennie followed the Sonics until they left, well over a decade ago. The Sonics were Seattle’s first professional sports team and had been formed as an expansion team when he was in junior high school.

“After over a year with Dwayne and his black buddies, I knew what black men wanted. And damn, those NBA players could fuck for hours. Much longer than NFL players. Maybe it is their sport that does it to them; in the NBA, they are running all the time. Their stamina is amazing.”

She typed on her computer again, and the next scene was a middle-aged man walking to the old davenport. They started kissing and taking each other’s clothes off. There was no love lost; it was obvious the man was a client of a woman who was beginning an act of prostitution. In a matter of minutes, the younger Cindy was completely naked, and the man was fondling her body as his mouth crushed hers. It was strange seeing his girlfriend, completely naked and in a submissive sexual position, waiting to be entered by a stranger’s cock.

“This is about fourteen years ago, Lennie.” Lennie nodded but kept silent. “Look at the client, does he look familiar at all to you?”

Lennie was in a mild shock watching the big screen TV and a giant image of Samantha getting naked with a client. He never bothered to look at the man. But when he did, he was stunned again. It was Wallace “Wally” Fish, a local multi-billionaire who made his fortune in the PC software industry. In some years, Fortune Magazine had rated him the richest man in the world. Wally Fish was famous and had a clean, nerdy public image, too. Lennie quickly calculated that at the time of this video, he was in the national and international news nearly every week for some reason. If it wasn’t his company, it was his charity involvement. Usually appearing with his very public wife.

“Wally Fish was a client of yours? You’re kidding!”

“Yeah, for about five years or so. Other than Wally and me, nobody else knows that, except now for you.”

“What? Why are you doing this? Wouldn’t Wally be really pissed at you? Maybe do something bad to you? He’s one of the richest men in the world!”

“To be truthful, Wally is now going through a divorce, and his wife is taking him for something like a hundred billion. So the real reason it was kept secret is now water under the bridge. She still doesn’t know, Wally told me that recently.”

“Wait, you said recently? You still talk to him?”

“Oh yeah, we’re still friends, kind of. And he pays me well for those conversations, even though they are on the phone or Zoom. I’m more like a gentle ear for him over the past few years, as that bitch of a wife of his made his life miserable. He’s wickedly smart and nothing like his public nerd persona. Has a dry sense of humor; some like it, and some don’t. But the last decade or so, I saw playful and sexy drain from his eyes, replaced by darkness and drudgery as that bitch wife of his kept putting him down with her vicious digs and ridiculous demands. He would tell me about it for hours. Right here in this room, mostly. It’s not even thirty minutes from his office. He had his own code for the building door and my front door. I’d also be the flight attendant on his private business jet. A couple of times, his wife was on the flight, but she never knew about me. We spent hour after hour together in the bedroom. Discretion was critical. And let me tell you, he’s a pervert through and through.” Cindy giggled as she said it.

Lennie looked at the big screen and saw Wally as naked as Samantha, licking her butthole and rubbing two fingers in and out of her wet pussy while she moaned, kneeling on her knees and elbows as her boobs swayed back and forth. He kept being amazed watching them with her boobs firmer than now, in fact, they looked perfect, almost fake. He couldn’t get those perfect breasts out of his mind.

“But that bitch wife of his, she won’t even give him a blowjob anymore. Hasn’t in the last twenty years. She’s some prima-donna from Dallas or Atlanta or one of those southern cities with those sororities and that fake southern belle shit. Because she was from old money and a daddy with connections, Wally finally married her after he turned 30. He was pressured to get married back then. She dropped her first kid ten months after they got married. After the third kid, she cut him off sexually. And told him that if he ever cheated, she would take his money and kids away. Kids are in their teens now, and she has turned them against him.”

“It’s pretty sad, actually. He was and still is a good dad. But yeah, I talk with him from time to time. Says I’m one of the two or three people in the world he can confide in. And don’t worry, he will understand why I’m showing you this. Of course, you are sworn to secrecy. Even Lori has no idea I’ve videoed every person that’s been in here.”