Chapter 23: Change in the Pope

Tuesday August 5, 8:00 in the evening

Resha had more or less accepted being an active spy for me. It was a difficult adjustment of mindset. I had not sent her on any specific missions, I just told her to let me know if she saw anything at work that was a noteworthy change or out of place, or did not belong. She had trouble with what I meant in terms of “noteworthy” so I told her to report more instead of less and then tried to explain what I was interested in. Li helped her distinguish, but I said they had to keep conversations limited when others were around - no questions at work. Sam also tried to help, giving Resha some perspective and piece of mind, plus they could talk in private in Sam’s office at work.

Resha was a little hyper about the whole thing, partially because she did not understand what I was looking for yet, but she thought, on a basic level, that spying was bad. Unlike Li and Abril, Resha did not know I planned to rob and break the firm at the first opportunity. Plus, the ‘reward’ part was fuzzy for her. After more than two years Li got the car and the diamond and the room in my house. Would she get anything like Li got? Maybe half of what Li got? Her life was so day-to-day. Still, the good thing was that she was keenly focused on the people I knew, so she took note of them.

Resha was in demand as a service girl, her looks were uniquely hot and Barnes let her know that if she wanted more hours, she could have them.

My schedule is too erratic to routinely give anybody a regular ride home, but Tuesday evening something came up. Resha wanted to report something to me so she sent me a text and I agreed. We could not walk out of the building together without raising questions, the plan was for Resha to walk north towards a bus stop (not her usual) and wait there. This bus stop was farther and none of the girls used it, so we would not be spotted as she got in my car. She had something about Joe Pope, who was my mentor in the firm.

Like many married men, Joe had a picture of his wife in a frame on his desk. It was a nice enough double frame, with Vi his legal wife on one side and Amy, his #2 wife and wife-exchange partner, on the other side. Vi was not up to the wife-exchange standards in sex, she was older than Joe, and to be blunt her ethic looks were not attractive to most of the other lawyers. But when I met them the couple seemed to love each other.

They both slept with Amy, I did not know the particulars except that their beds slept two and each had a bedroom. Amy is a part-time actress who stayed with them in the house except when she was working. Amy was content to lend her mouth and pussy to the couple for pleasant use, giving and getting good feelings without anybody using the word “love” in the process. I didn’t really see what she got out of it, except she needed to be out with a man at showbiz dinners, award shows and the like. Joe could dress up and looked the part.

At Joe’s explicit invitation I took Amy to Blank for a naked fucking dinner and then brought her to my house where Cynthia and I to enjoyed pleasing Amy’s favorite body parts. For any date in LA that starts as ours did such courtesy is mandatory, it is an LA rule. You might think that Joe, asking me to take his woman on a date with full overnight benefits was unusual. But we both worked for a law firm where it was mandatory that all the partners swapped around their wives a dozen nights a year, that was Amy’s role in the household so I guess such things are relative.

Barnes claims we are just being “open and honest” about what other lawyers and their partner’s wives all do “behind their spouse’s back, deceitfully, with indifference or malice forethought.” We were just honest and organized about coveting the spouses of our partners to warm our cocks, getting a little “strange” pussy on schedule. There were no secrets. Wasn’t that better?

Barnes also mentioned that what I really gave Joe was a night when he did not have Amy around, so he could do either something private with Vi - who knows what type of things she got the mood for - or maybe something else that needed privacy - maybe something disgusting in a cheap motel room with somebody disgusting. We all have urges. Barnes knew the details but kept the confidence. Everybody knew that Amy was an afterthought to the marriage, something they needed for the wife-exchange. Her self-respect was low enough so she knew it as well. Plus all the lawyers gave her respect because she was a bit of a celebrity.

I gathered that, in past years, Joe arranged an average of one ‘date with benefits’ a month for Amy with a partner. This year it was closer to twice a month. Barnes had been on one date with Amy last year that went overnight and included breakfast, a morning swim, and lunch - it was while his wife was out of town. Rose also knew about it so she stayed with a friend overnight, but she showed up when they were in bed after the morning swim. While Amy and her dad finished fucking in bed Rose made them lunch.

Other than that one date night I saw Amy only at the law firm socials. We got along very well and I would say that, when the clothes were on, she was one of Abril’s best law firm friends. Despite our intimate history, it would be improper for me call Joe’s wife just to chat, in our little society that was a step short of cheating. But she might call me and suggest something without a stigma.

Isn’t it funny how these silly rules have evolved in our little closed society?

I had been in Joe’s office today, but I stayed in front of the desk so I could not see his wife’s picture. However, when Joe had a service girl, as he enjoyed Resha today, he turned his chair 90 degrees and she served him from there, where she could see his wife’s pictures smiling down at her.

As soon as Resha was in my car and we were driving she made her report. “I noticed that Joe has replaced Amy’s picture on his desk. Vi is still there, but Amy is gone and there are three girls instead. Two of them are the poor and disgusting Church girls, the third is even younger. Ugh. Also, they were posed naked ... showing dripping open body places.” Joe was a decade older than me and Resha still objected to old guys with girls half their age.

I filled Resha in on some background from what I knew. “The third Church daughter became 18 a couple of months ago. When Brother Church died suddenly a month ago the girl’s alleged grandfather - a local judge and pastor back East - tried to take the girls back to Pig’s Butt county in hillbilly land where he could marry them off right away, so they could propagate with dirty swine relatives as he intended. Judge Church would care for the Church estate. Now, Brother Church always ran his real estate investments on a ‘cash poor’ basis, going for the long gain and limiting current income. It is a simple strategy for long term wealth if you are disciplined, have good information and have other income. But you have to have a keen eye open for future costs, and follow a detailed plan, because your margin for error is very narrow. You also have to be tied into the local market. If you make a mistake, as the Judge was likely to do, you can lose equity real fast.”

“What is equity?” Resha could not wrap her head around “cash poor” as a basis for wealth, especially since Church lived in such an expensive manner. But when I went into a more detailed example she ask me to please stop, it was too much. She really had no head for the type of numbers and the flow of wealth involved in real estate. So I continued what was pertinent.

“As Church’s executor, Joe Pope took the case and kicked the old man’s ignorant bible-thumping ass in court, so the poor girls, widows for all practical purposes, more or less kept their estate and their freedom. They call him ‘Uncle Joe’ and I have no doubt they thanked him abundantly, both individually and together, in the most disgusting ways they knew. Well, the girls know what they are good at, their daddy raised to say ‘thank you’ to people the way he knew them ... in the Biblical sense, the extreme Sodom and Gomorrah ways. The girls were purely afraid of old Judge Church, and of course their dad had taught them about soap and water, which are out-of-fashion in Pigs Butt County. The friendly girls are technically rich with real estate and royalties but they don’t know how to write a check or fill out a deposit ticket.”

Resha was not sure what she was hearing, about a man treating his blood that way, doing those type of things. “Didn’t they know incest and sodomy are wrong?” she asked.

“Why would they know such things? We are not born with that knowledge. Some might suggest the opposite. But the point is, the girls are naive, helpless and rich. Joe Pope was raised poor and wants their money. I did not think he would be so blatant. If Stern gets wind of it he will be all over Joe’s ass. Maybe that is the plan, Stern and Pope are looking for more power in the company and with the Church capital Joe might get it.”

Still, it bothered me, my spidery sense was tingling, but it wasn’t about the Church girls. I thanked Resha for the tip, I said it was exactly the type of thing I needed from her.

When I dropped Resha at her home I came in to see her child and his grandmothers. They were all pleased to see me, they didn’t know the details but since she met me Resha’s life was much better. They knew from their neighbors that is was very important in their community, an honored “chief” of some sort. They assumed I was related to the gang leader.

Stopping in also made Resha very happy, it was the best reward possible because it was validation for her. Also, other people saw, it was big news.

Once I left I texted Amy to get back to me soonest. That was a long shot, from Abril I knew Amy was at the studio doing reshoots today, she would probably be there late tonight and would stay in her own place so she could work early tomorrow until they were done. When working she left her phone in the dressing room.

By early August Li and I had gotten our fucking schedule worked out so I was in her body much more often, on a regular basis. We were both delighted with the new order. At the law office Li worked 48 weekend hours between Friday morning and Monday morning; she had the highest hourly pay rate of the service girls boosted even higher by a 10% weekend bonus. Barnes knew that a number of partners came in on the weekends strictly because Li was there to provide cheerful, fulfilling service with her smile. The partners even did a little informal organization of their time, to eliminate conflicts and making sure they had time with her naked, skinny body while her wonderful mouth was wrapped around their cocks.