Chapter 31

When Joe and Celia flew west to LA a week later, they both agreed they’d had a wonderful time on the island. Even if, especially for Joe, leaving Moe and Chandi for an unknown amount of time was never easy, like with Essie when she left on the Mary Jane the week before, he made sure they felt his love, a deposit of it, manifesting as semen, inside both of them, or what was left of it after most leaked out. Because of the early flight, he let them go back to sleep after he and Celia kissed them goodbye. Their love for each other was never clearer, and Celia felt thoroughly welcomed as their newest wife.

Hermione had been a work in progress. Mostly because Moe felt betrayed. She did agree to share her in the giant bed after a couple nights with just wives at Joe and Moe’s and Chandi’s house. Because, even if she lost trust in her, she was still a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous body.

Joe wasn’t sure he could trust Hermione either. But the woman did seem contrite when she begged Joe to help her get back in Moe’s graces. Chandi was there as well, as if the two had been, after creating the wall between Hermione and Moe in the first places, the ones who had begun tearing it down. The ones who had given her an inkling of what love might be and how much she needed it. In fact Joe realized having Chandi there had been on purpose.

Proof being Chandi saying, “I believe she’s being contrite.”

Joe could read body language better than anyone, but Chandi matched Joe. Hers was more intuitive, since Joe’s was very much a studied expertise. Nevertheless, Joe trusted it.

“Okay,” Joe said. “But what can we do about it?”

“I just want to work with her again,” Hermione pleaded. “Show her I can work with her.”

“Without the agenda?”

“Without the agenda.”

“Suddenly not ambitious?” Chandi asked her.

“I am ambitious. But I can only be ambitious in something I can excel at.”

“Meaning?” Joe asked.

“My fucking looks,” Hermione muttered. “And if I’m patient, Moe can help with me with that like she said. Getting my image out there. Training me to act.”

“No sleeping your way to the top?” Chandi asked.

“Well I guess I am, aren’t I,” Hermione laughed. “But no. No blow jobs. No casting couches. I don’t want to fuck who I don’t want to fuck just to get somewhere. I happen to like fucking Moe.”

“And Joe? And me for that matter? Because...”

“I know. I know how this must look. Because you kind of slammed the necessity of including you and Joe as part of being with Moe in my face. And I understand why you wouldn’t trust me with my attitude towards you before. But fucking ... making love with you and Joe...”

“The proper phrasing to convince me,” said Joe.

“Except I genuinely feel it, whether you believe me or not. I mean, that first time ... Wow. And that tends to generate the l word whether true or not. But every time I’m with you? I don’t think it’s just the endorphins talking. I feel loved, Joe. And it makes me love you right back. Both of you.”

Joe nodded. “It’s nothing you can fake. And believe me, I’ve been with some great fakers.”

“Like Liv,” Chandi giggled.

Joe shook his head. “Liv knew better. She’s clever enough to see that I could see through her manipulations. Okay, I’m not sure what I can do, but I’ll try.”

“Thanks.”

It was easier than Joe anticipated. He asked Liana.

“I actually know of two possibilities,” she said. “One insisted, but I was skeptical. The other I encouraged, but she hasn’t bitten yet.”

“Tell me,” said Joe, letting his dominant out, which made her giggle.

“Yes Joe. The first is Frenchie.”

“The owner of the strip joint and whorehouse?” Joe responded. “I understand your skepticism.”

“Those aren’t what she wants to advertise,” Liana explained. “At least not directly. She wants to expand the sex shop. Make it more of a lingerie shop like Victoria’s Secret. Her youngest actually designs and creates some pretty cool stuff.”

“That makes more sense. And the other?”

“A friend is creating a restaurant. She’s a really successful caterer and clients always asked where they could get more of her amazing food. She’s got a rich daddy willing to put the money up for it.”

“So she could afford advertising.”

“Yes she could.”

“Neither are traditional bigtime ads,” Joe contemplated. “But there’s this guy in Minneapolis named Fancy Ray. He’d promote these little businesses. Kind of loud and tacky. But maybe...”

“My sister.”

“Yeah. A lot more elegant.”

“And sexier,” Liana giggled.

“That too.”

“But you think Hermione should come up with the idea.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary. She realizes the partner thing isn’t happening. Why don’t we all go up to Moira and suggest them? You and I and your sister. I don’t know if Moira knows about Fancy Ray. But Crazy Eddie did the same kind of thing for his store in New York.”

“Maybe I can get some free catering out of it,” Liana laughed. “And you could get some free time with some of Frenchie’s girls.”

“No thanks.”

“Her daughter’s cute. Though completely lesbian.”

“Must have had her choice of companions. I know a few of the strippers preferred girls over all the men gawking at them.”

“She did until she found a girlfriend who happens to be great at sewing.”

“Good for her.”

“She’s a good kid,” Liana nodded.

Moe’s response made Hermione happy. “I remember Fancy Ray,” Moe said. “And Hermione would be a much more seductive spokesperson. I’m thinking, ‘Food fit for a Princess, without need of the royal jewels.’ And ‘Clothes fit for a Princess, along with some fun accessories,’ with Hermione tapping a crop against her hand.”

“So I’m a princess,” Hermione grinned.

“The Princess of Barbados,” Moe grinned back. “You come up with this?”

“I ... asked Joe if maybe he could help us to work together again.”

“I like working with you. But I hate your manipulations.”

“I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Trust isn’t easily regained.”

“I understand.”

“But I see your heart opening up. Maybe because stud boy has given you the best sex you ever had.”

“To say the least,” Hermione blushed.

“I think it’s more than that.”

Hermione just nodded. Her words weren’t quite trusted.

“What do you see for the print ads?” Moe asked.

“Something simple with the lingerie. Just a sexy model shot, wearing the sexiest lingerie possible with me giving a seductive gaze at the camera.”

“What about an over the shoulder shot, with the guy wearing leather and you looking down?”

“At his hard cock?” Hermione laughed. “Even better. Very pleased at the results.”

“Of course. And the restaurant?”

“Me sitting with something wonderful in front of me, smiling at a waiter poring me some wine.”

“Maybe dabbing at the corner of your mouth with a cloth napkin.”

They nodded.

“Okay. You have your friend’s number?”

“I’ll get it,” said Liana, heading to the adjacent office.

“Call her and let me talk to her. How far along is the restaurant?”

“It’s opening in a couple weeks.”

“Probably too soon for the grand opening, but we’ll see. Sometimes it’s best to wait to get the kinks out. Opening day can be terrible.”

“Makes sense.”

“She still catering?”

“Yep. Plans to continue it.”

“Ambitious. Where does she prepare things?”

“At her father’s house. He’s rich as fuck, and created a whole kitchen for her there. But she’ll probably use the new one in the restaurant.”

“Give her a call and hand me the phone.”

“Yes boss.”

Everyone laughed.

“We’ll head to Island Fantasies after the call. Want to come, Joe?”

“Sure. But we don’t know if Frenchie’s daughter will be there.”

“Frenchie always is.”

“True.”

“Maybe bring Celia? If she’s okay with...”

“She’s fine with being around prostitutes. Maybe not understanding it, but...”

“It’s called making a buck, Joe.”

“True,” Joe chuckled.

“Chandi probably won’t want to come.”

“She never liked strip joints,” Joe agreed.

“But what girl doesn’t like sexy lingerie?” Hermione pointed out.

“Then she’ll come,” Moe smiled. “And maybe we’ll just head out together to Liana’s friends after.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Joe agreed. “I’ll go fetch Celia and Chandi.”

Liana went behind Moe’s desk and called her friend. “Desi, it’s Li,” she said.

“Desi?” Moe responded.

“Desdemona,” said Liana. And into the phone, she said, “Remember me trying to talk you into advertising? I have someone here more convincing,” and handed the phone to Moe.

“Hi, I’m Moe. Moira. You busy later? Perfect, if you’d let us sample your pupus. Maybe around five or six? That would be great if you have time. How many? Six? Okay. Sounds good. Looking forward to it. Oh, I’m vegetarian by the way. Though I eat fish. Okay. Cool. See you later.” And Moe hung up.

“She’s got a cocktail party. A late one,” Moe explained. “She invited us to sample the hors d’ouevres and will make us some entrée.”

“What time?” Hermione asked.

“Six.”

“Okay. Do you want to work on ideas?”

“Let’s see what’s there.”

“We should probably get ready,” Liana suggested.

“That too,” Moe chuckled.

They arrived at the large two story building midafternoon. The Island Fantasies complex. Not nearly a peak time for Island Fantasies, but they were open.

Viv had accompanied them in Lionel’s limo, riding, unusually, in the passenger seat beside Lionel and not flirting with Joe in the back. Joe asked if Celia wanted to see the club, telling her she’d get a kick out of Frenchie and she agreed.

“Give me a minute,” he said to her when the limo stopped. He bent down at the passenger side window and knocked on it. “Can we talk?” she asked Liv.

Liv nodded and smiled and got out.

“Walk with me,” Joe suggested.

“You want to talk about something private?” she smirked.

“Sort of.”

“Go ahead.”

“What do you think about Liana’s boyfriend?”

“Milton? Why?”

“Has he been with any of your girls?”

“You’re worried about Liana.”

“I am.”

“He’s a bit tight fisted, and thinks of himself as a stud who doesn’t need to pay. But I guess he had a couple dry spells, so he has had one of the girls.”

“A specialist?”

“Yeah. Of course you’d know his kink.”

“Does Lionel know? Did he set up Milton with his sister?”

“It made sense. I suggested it actually.”

“Not right away though.”

“Yeah. Lionel didn’t appreciate that either. Favor for favor and all that.”

“Strictly business then. You delaying it. Lionel creating it.”

“Lionel wouldn’t be like that with his sister. He saw it as win win.”

“So you weren’t worried about Liana?”

“Milton’s a good guy. Smart. I think he can be tough when he needs to be, but charming and easygoing where it matters. He knows what side of the bread to butter. I’ve never seen him lose his temper.”

“What did your girl think? Did you ask her?”

“I always do when she’s playing the submissive. She’s a switch.”

“Making sure the john hasn’t gone too far.”

“Exactly. And he didn’t. She actually liked the guy.”

“Okay.”

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah. But he’s a playa isn’t he?”

“You mean if he’ll be exclusive with Liana? He won’t.”

“She thinks he will.”

“You sure about that Joe?”

“No,” Joe chuckled.

“I think she knows what side the bread is buttered too.”

“Probably. You know they play at that. Accusing each other of cheating. Which means he’s very good at lying. And Liana won’t have to.”

“Not fair is it? Probably for the best though. Men and their fragile egos. But I do think Liana knows. She’s no fool. She’s seen him in action. His charm.”

“And as much as he’s away on business...”

“Yeah. You going to balance things since he’s gone now?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea. And neither does Liana.”

“Tempted though?”

“More her than me.”

“Understandable. Hermione is a formidable distraction.”

Joe chuckled. “My wives are always formidable distractions. Hermione is a work in progress.”

“Whatever that means.”

Joe shrugged. They returned to the limo where Celia was waiting for him patiently. Lionel was leaning against his limo with a frown. They were separate by several feet.

“Get over yourself, Lionel,” Liv smirked. “Joe needed some info only I could provide.”

“Whatever,” Lionel muttered. She leaned into him and kissed him. He relaxed.

“Want to say hi to Frenchie?” Joe asked him.

“No thanks.”

“No new girls?”

“What the hell,” Lionel muttered and the couple followed Joe and Celia to the entrance to the club.

The brassy, full bodied aging former moll gave three of them hugs and cheek kisses. “Frenchie, this is Celia,” Joe introduced.

“You’re lovely,” Frenchie complemented, doing a full examination of her figure.

“Thanks,” Celia responded shyly.

Frenchie chuckled. “Go on in.” She followed them into the club. Just a scattering of single men, mostly older. Just one dancer. The other three there were gathered at the bar, chatting with the older woman, former dancer and hooker, who served drinks during the day. Seeing Frenchie they started to scatter. “Mona, Bella, take the stage. Opal, work the fucking room.”

“Yes ma’am,” they all said.

Frenchie chuckled. “You can’t really blame them,” and returned to the entryway behind the curtain.

Liv and Lionel sat at small table at the center of the space while Joe led Celia to a booth towards the back. Opal, a slim Latina, petite all over, very pretty as all the dancers tended to be, approached the booth after getting drink orders from the other two. Her black, lacy bra didn’t do much to support her perky b cup tits, and her boy shorts were cut high enough to expose the lower part of two firm round asscheeks. Her subtle smile looked genuine.

“What will you have?” she asked in a fairly high voice.

“Tonic water with lime,” Joe said.

“Me too,” said Celia. “It’s nicer than I thought it would be,” she said when the waitress/dancer left.

“Old school elegant,” Joe agreed.

“You know any of them?”

“Just the one on stage. I’m surprised she’s still here.”

“She’s definitely built for it,” Celia laughed. The woman was large all over. Amazonian. With rich dark skin. She moved well, athletically, despite her size. Her sizable breasts held their firmness as they bounced, topped with poker chip sized areolas and deep black thick nipples. “You know her biblically?”

“I shared her with Maria years ago.”

“Could you show me where?”

“You sure?”

“I think so. Maybe with Opal. She’s more your type, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. But not all of them are whores.”

“Will she be offended if you ask?”

“Nope. Frenchie makes sure they know it’s completely up to them. No pressure.”

“That’s good.”

“It is.”

“How many are?”

“I don’t know. Maybe half?”

Joe watched Opal interact briefly with Lionel when he bought the drinks.

She giggled when Joe asked her, “Would you be interested in going upstairs.”

“Sorry,” she explained. “I just got asked a similar question.”

“But more along the lines of working for him.”

“Yeah. You know him?”

“Lionel and I go way back.”

“Can you sit?” Celia invited her.

“For a little bit. I’m next dancing center stage.” She sat opposite Joe and Celia.

Joe handed her a ten. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks.” She tucked it into a small purse on the tray.

“Are you interested?” Joe asked.

“In going upstairs, yes. I suppose I could talk to one of the other girls if you want to go up now.”

Joe shook his head. “I’d like to see you dance. What about Lionel’s offer?”

“What can you tell me?”

“Liv, the sexy woman with him, can tell you more. Essentially it’s a very expensive, highly selective escort service.”

“Selective how?”

“Both the girls and the clients. The expense itself keeps the clients pretty exclusive. Always the ultimate girlfriend experience. Rarely by the hour. In fact probably never.”

“Over night?”

“More than one night usually.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

“So it really would be like I’m the guy’s girlfriend.”

“Yes. Liv’s the best in having the guy fall in love with her, but somehow retaining the caveat that she’s hired.”

“I’d have to be the same, wouldn’t I? Not fall in love with them?”

Joe laughed. “Sorry. It’s just that Liv always teases Lionel about that. Always threating to run off with the john. They have a rather ... torrid relationship, which both of them happen to love. But yes, after finding you and grooming you, they’d hate to lose the income stream.”

“How much would they expect?”

“Lionel’s pretty reasonable from what I’ve heard. You’d end up with at least half of the money, and any tips.”

“Or I could keep it all.”

“They really are a service, Opal. It’s not like a pimp just kicking back and supposedly protecting you and getting most of your money. You’d never get the kind of money you could get without them.”

“I should feel complemented.”

“You should.”

“But I’m nothing special. I certainly don’t have the endowments she has,” Opal gestured towards the stage, where the woman finished her dance and collected the little bit of cash.

“Joe thinks you’re hot,” Celia told her. “You’re definitely his type.”

“I think it’s the smile,” Joe explained. “It’s very genuine.”

Opal nodded and smiled, illustrating what Joe said. “I should go.”

“Understood.”

“Don’t forget us,” Celia said.

Opal giggled and dashed off.

Opal’s performance was good, if a bit of the rookie. She could move. Probably trained in ballet or modern dance. But the seductive tease wasn’t quite there.

When Joe and Celia moved to sit beside the stage, it didn’t surprise Joe when Lionel stopped him. “I’m not going to steal her from you,” Joe muttered.

“You better not,” Lionel threatened.

Liv stood and slipped between them. “He won’t Lionel. She’s not his type.”

“What do you mean? She’s totally his type.”

“She doesn’t need saving.”

Lionel laughed. “She does seem to enjoy working here.” He settled back down.

Joe and Celia sat beside the stage and tipped generously. Opal showed her appreciation well, bringing her shaved pussy and firm young tits close to Joe’s mouth. In fact her taut little nips brushed across his lips. But interestingly, her enthusiasm increased when she teased Celia. Both tits and pussy remained longer and got closer. After the first time, when she moved off to tease another customer, Celia asked Joe, “Do you think I can kiss her?”

“Her pussy, her tits or her mouth?”

“All of them? It’s like she expected it with how close she was.”

Joe nodded. “Women can get away with that where men can’t. I’ve seen women pull women on stage and make out. Probably ringers, but...” he shrugged. “It’s always a show stopper.”

He laughed at her blush and grin.

So the next time, with an even bigger tip, Celia sucked both nipples, kissed her lips, with tongue and swiped across Opal’s pussy with the same tongue.

Opal moaned and turned around, her lovely ass shifting high as Celia continued the pleasuring. The sparse audience cheered. Tips rained down on the stage. Even Liv participated. “Come here with that!” she shouted, and Opal reluctantly pulled away from Celia’s tongue, and Liv’s replaced it. In fact held her fine young ass to keep her from retreating until she made her cum.

“Oh fuck,” Opal growled lower than expected and collapsed forward. When she turned around to kiss her, Liv had managed to get on stage and did the kissing before baring her breasts and pulling Opal’s mouth to suck on the firm, augmented mounds. Hoots and hollers from the audience and a lot more tips. Liv slipped out of her panties, tossing them with a wink to Joe, before pushing Opal’s lips lower and lifting her skirt to let the audience see her full, sensuous ass and Opal sucking her. Eventually she managed to lie down and form a sixty-nine. Joe couldn’t tell if she faked her orgasm, but Opal’s was definitely real.

The song ended, ending the performance. Opal collected the substantial cash, offering some to Liv, but Liv waived it off as she returned to the club floor.

Joe twirled Liv’s pink French cut panties at her. “Keep them,” she grinned.

“No thanks,” Joe chuckled.

She stepped up to him, grabbed the panties and pulled him into a kiss. “Sweet, isn’t she,” she smirked.

“Very,” Joe chuckled again.

A pretty (of course) augmented blonde with a surfer girl body and tan, with tan lines of a very skimpy bikini, replaced Opal on stage. Joe and Celia returned to their booth to wait for Opal. When she bounced out from door beside the stage, the same outfit, but she’d washed and makeup reapplied, a whore’s bath Joe figured, she grabbed Celia’s hand. “Let’s go.”

She led them through the curtain where a big gruff bored looking mixed race man took Joe’s money for the shortest time possible, and then led them upstairs. Past a couple with the girl naked and the guy’s hands on her, but not fucking her, to a corridor, when she pulled them through the first door. And began to strip.

“I just wanted to see what it’s like,” said Celia.

“Please,” Opal begged and, after slipping off her panties knelt before Joe and negotiated his half hard penis through the unzipped front and into her mouth.

Celia giggled, giving permission.

Opal was good and got Joe hard in seconds. She lay back on the twin bed and watched him lose his shoes and pants. The bowl with condoms was obvious, but Opal had already grabbed one and ripped the package open, rolling it on as he stood beside the bed. It was lubed, but Joe doubted she needed it. He took position between her widely spread thighs. Her hand, not having left his cock, guided him in. Joe slipped inside her easily. He’d definitely felt tighter, but his cock opened space for it. A comfortable fit for both of them, so that when she pulled him down and thrusted up, he didn’t worry about being too much. Though he did hold back towards the end in case of a painful encounter with her cervix, but for a petite girl, hers was deeper than expected. Deeper than he was. So he fucked her as hard as she seemed to demand. Her fingers whipped at her clit while his discovered she could take some pressure on her nipples. Not long after she came. He slowed the fucking, but continued it.

“God yes!” she exclaimed at the peak, and slowly calmed. “Can I taste you, beautiful?” she asked Celia, who grinned and nodded and stripped naked. Joe finished getting naked as well. And while Opal seemed to do well sucking Celia’s twat, Joe and Celia leaned into each other and kissed. Hands went down. Joe’s went back to Opal’s breasts. One of Celia’s caressing Opal’s clit. Her other hand working her own nipples.