Chapter 8

Supper that evening we spent with my girls. That was the first time I felt like everything just clicked. Crystal was genuinely having a good time. I am one of the few that can tell when she is faking her mood, but it was genuine. Sylvie was still cautious, but even she felt a change.

Sylvie and I don’t stick around after supper. We go to her place and play cards with her room-mates. They want to hear all about the week we spent in the wilderness. They grew bored of the conversation after only a few hands, but Sylvie doesn’t notice, and she keeps on bragging about all the things we did. I’m sure they want to hear about all the sex we were having. They sure don’t believe it when we claim there was none.

It had been almost three weeks since the last time we had sex. Between the camping trip, the problems with Crystal and a couple unforeseen issues, every time we usually would have done it, something came up.

I was about to have a lot more free time. My house was ready to move into. I had no job, so every day after Avery went to school until she got back, I was free to do anything I wanted. Heck, their house was wired for audio and visual, so I didn’t have to be there unless I was doing something to cuck the asshole.

I also had one other thing up my sleeve. School started up again the week we were camping. I had combed through all the files of kids we rescued from bad homes. The first thing I did was a computer search for girls without siblings that were going into grade 12. I found three that were perfect. All three of them wouldn’t normally be in the same social circles. One was from a religious puritan home. One was a cheerleader, and the last was one of the popular kids whose only claim to fame is her looks. I moved them all to Calgary to the same area of town, so they would all end up going to Avery’s school.

I introduce them to each other and instruct them to pretend they don’t know each other. They are to befriend Avery and Eve. Eve is Faith’s daughter. I need to see if she is anything like her mother.

Speaking of Faith, I continue to go to dance classes, and after each one, Faith insists on coming out to play. Each time that I agree, I degrade her a little bit more. The Saturday before school started, I took Faith to Red Deer. It is a city of 100k people north of Calgary. More important, it is a place where nobody is likely to recognize her. I want to push her as far as I can to see what will happen. The first place I take her is to a sleazy strip club. I walk in and ask for the manager.

I have Faith sit in a booth and wait for me to come back. I am taken into the back to the manager’s office, and I pay him $200 to let Faith do a set during the lunch rush. He is eager. I am surprised it doesn’t piss off any of the strippers.

Faith is ok looking, I guess. She is no Slutty girl, but she isn’t the kind of girl you hide when your buddies come over. Like most women in their late 30s early 40s, she has a bit of extra weight. Faith does take care of herself. She does go to dance class, yoga, and she goes on the occasional walk. If she is bent over, from behind, she looked much younger than she is. Unfortunately, her upper body is that of a typical girl her age.

Faith has never been in a strip club before. I give her some pointers. I just neglect to tell her that a three-song set is the norm. Smaller towns that don’t have enough strippers have longer sets. I warned her about stripping too fast or too slow. Explain some tricks to remove clothing sensually. She eats it all up, and she only has enough X-Plus to counteract the withdrawal.

She is an enthusiastic dancer, but she has no clue what the pole is for, so she leaves it alone. For the most part, the only dancing she knows is ballroom, and that doesn’t translate into stripping. At least she can keep a beat. At first, she is too embarrassed to dance, but standing there, getting booed at turns her on, and her timid look turns into a passionate one. By the end of the first song, she is stripped bare. She attempts to leave the stage, and the announcer asks her where she is going. I also point for her to get back on the stage. While she is dancing, I walk up to perv row and gesture for her to come to me. She does, and I shove two fingers up her cunt so I can use them to direct her over to her first mini lap. I then stick a thumb up her ass and use the three-finger hold to bring her down to her knees. I then grab the guy’s hand and stick it on her cunt as I remove my hand. When he isn’t looking, I cleaned my thumb off in his drink. He plays with her until she cums. Without giving her time to recover, I stick two fingers back inside her, then lifted her by her cunt. That wakes her up, and I directed her to her next customer. By her third song, she is moving on her own, giving as much milage as she can to each punter. I collect the money for her.

Since she isn’t one of the club dancers, so she isn’t allowed to work the floor. Instead, we have a chat with every customer in the joint, letting them know if they come to the back alley, they can get a $10 blowjob from a nude Faith. Once we have talked to everybody, I take her out back and get her to strip. I don’t care if she is arrested. She isn’t one of my girls, so I don’t have to protect her. She isn’t allowed to swallow or spit. She is only allowed to get the john’s to spurt on her head and neck. She sucks off six guys, then I have her stand there for another seven minutes, just in case somebody else comes by.

After that, I won’t let her clean up. She gets her clothes back on, then we go to the food court at the mall, showing off her cum makeup. Some of the cum gets in her food. Her face is covered, and it is inevitable. She never complains and hs a smile in her face the entire time. I do make her clean up before she gets back in my car. I get her home in time to make supper. She has to find a way to sneak in with a bag from the sex shop filled with toys.

The house was finished, my girls are sated, and I have enough free time that I am back to doing martial arts and running every day. It is time to move in.

Every evening I have a different one of my girls spend the night. I even leave Faith alone so I can spend more time with my girls. It is one of the few times in my life that everything feels perfect. I am content, and all my girls seemed to be happy.

The first day I’m in my new home, I spend a lot of time outside, mostly in my front yard. I carry a lot of empty boxes from my car to the house as a way of announcing to Fiona that I am her new next-door neighbour. When I notice she has seen me, I head inside for my bathing suit, then relax by the pool. I make sure she has a good view of me from her hobby room. When the sun goes down, I head back inside and look through the recordings from her house. About 20 minutes after I laid down to catch some sun, she was at the hobby room window. Five minutes after that, she had a hand on her chest and the other in her pants standing there watching me.

That was when her husband got home. He called out to her and brought her out of her fantasy. To her credit, she told him of her problem right away. He climbed the stairs, and she left the hobby room. They met in the hall. He asked, “What has you all hot and horny?”

She pouted. I doubt she meant it to be a sexy pout, but she was horny, and it didn’t come across as she intended.

“Do you remember Trent. The temp at the office I told you I couldn’t resist? He is our new neighbour.”

“That was fast. They just moved out. I thought the place was still under construction.”

“Charles, this is serious. His last day, I was ready to throw myself at him. If he didn’t have a full day of meetings, I would have been knocking on his door.”

“I know you love me. You don’t love him, so where is the problem?”

“You idiot. Just because I don’t love him doesn’t mean I don’t want him to bend me over a desk and take me as he has done to so many others.”

Hearing this, I laugh. She has no idea just how many girls I have done that to. I can’t wait. From day one, she has admitted to wanting to rip my clothes off.

She ended the conversation by storming off in frustration, and he headed to their bedroom.

Over the week, they have at least a dozen such conversations.

For Avery’s sake, it is a good thing I moved in when I did. While I was working at the law office, Avery had progressed from occasionally inviting her friend, Tammy, over to tie her up and eat her out to doing something every day after school. If Tammy could’ t show up, Avery would do some self-bondage, which was getting more and more extreme, and she was almost caught by her parents a few times because she couldn’t get herself untied in time.

The Friday after I moved in is when things take a turn for the worse. I was home and watching Avery. It is the first time she has brought a boy home since I had their house bugged. He was one of the jocks from school. Judging by his build, I guess he is one of the guards on the football team.

He is sitting on her bed with his dick out, and she is naked, giving him head when he spots her box of bondage toys on her nightstand. He opens it up and starts teasing her about it.

He starts taking things out. First, he pulls out a blindfold. He put it on Avery so she can’t see what he is doing. Next, he pulls out her padded handcuffs and set them on the bed. Then it is a couple short ropes he placed at the foot of the bed. He starts to laugh when he pulls out a clothespin. His mistake is not realizing the toys are meant for self-bondage.

When she played, she would clip the handcuff key onto the handcuff chain, so she could get at it when she was done. He just assumes the clothespin is her way of hurting herself and thinks she is a pain slut.

Once he places everything where he wants it, he shoves her off his cock then pulls her up by her hair. She screams at him to let her go and tries to remove his hand from her hair, but not knowing what he was doing and being blindfolded, she doesn’t have a chance. In her panic, she doesn’t remove her blindfold. He stands up and throws her on the bed. Then he slowly grabs a hand and cuffs it to the bedpost. This gets her back in the mood, and she leans back and lets him tie her up. Right away, I can see how she isn’t going to enjoy this.

He moves slowly since she doesn’t resist. He cuffs her other hand and then ties her feet.

She is blindfolded and secured spread eagle on the bed. At first, he doesn’t do anything too sadistic. He clamps the clothespin on her side. She protests and begs him to remove it, but he doesn’t care. He keeps using it on more and more sensitive parts of her body. I am not about to do anything about it. She has gotten herself into a mess and needs to learn her lesson. As long as he doesn’t go too far, I am fine with letting him have his way so she can learn from her mistake.

She is screaming when he sticks the dam thing on her nipple. The clothespin is strong enough to hold her key in place when she is thrashing about, so it must be a heavy-duty pin. I’m thinking it must really hurt.

Next, he places it on her clit. Now she is screaming worse than a banshee. She is trying her hardest not to move about because it causes the pin to flop around, tugging on her clit. He isn’t satisfied with her sudden inaction, so he starts flicking the pin. Tears are running down her face, and she continuously begs him to stop. He won’t listen.

He decides the one clothespin isn’t enough. He straddles her stomach, then reaches down and pinches her nipples as hard as he can. Then he pulls hard enough that he lifts her torso off the bed. She is no longer worried about the pain in her clit and starts bucking. He isn’t ready for it and is thrown off. He lands on the floor headfirst.