Chapter 69: Lisa’s Turn

As soon as she had her arms around me Lisa whispered a question. “Did you guys really want me in the auction? I came up pretty late and I was not that expensive. I understand you did the actual bidding.” (She was #35 of 40 of the women, and when she came up only 6 teams had any money left. Bids went in by cell phone, with stage lights in her eyes she could not really see who was bidding.) Lisa acknowledged that she was not beautiful. For her age she had a nice figure, but her face was well below par.

I answered honestly. “You were on our list before the auction started. Kick and Billy spoke highly of your ... well, they were graphic but for now let’s call it your enthusiasm. Recall, we did raise our initial bid to get you so we could all enjoy your ... curvy enthusiasm. So to answer your question, yes, our actions said the team clearly wanted your lovely ass in our beds ... all our beds.”

“Well, I appreciate it. Now, I know that your lovely cock has cum with Sondra and nobody has put their cum in me yet. But in all fairness ... To be perfectly honest I was hoping to get you while I was still presentable. I have heard rumors of Abril’s good fortune. I find that a man’s lips and tongue can feel very good to my little kitty, and while those pleasures are not usually on the menu I was hoping you might be inclined to nibble my happy valley. I saw the way you were kissing on Sondra’s lips before and I have to tell you, just the sight gave me a thrill down there. Do you think we could...? I will understand if you decline.”

I had the good sense not to argue with her, instead I pulled her head down and began making out like I meant it. She did not expect that, I guess she expected me to pull her mouth to my cock for starters, to “earn” her pussy-licking. But she didn’t fight the surprise. In fact, she was receptive and responsive. I quickly gathered that she liked passionate kisses. Since she was the wife-substitute for her married sister, it was possible that she didn’t get attention of any type from her brother-in-law (she didn’t get any) or anybody else beyond the monthly socials and possibly dates with the partners.

It occurred to me that most of the substitutes like Lisa were probably starved for sexual attention. Under the rules they could not date outside the pool, and the men who brought them had to have their wife as a priority to sleep with at home. There were exceptions, for example Amy had been a second wife for Pope with full benefits, and I knew from Sam that David Barnes shared his bed with both his wife Ann and his daughter Rose. But those were exceptions.

Later Lisa confirmed that all I had surmised was true. She didn’t date within the firm because with the lights on she was not especially attractive and did not attract offers. At home her sister and brother-in-law were nice enough, but they were only intimate with each other. Lisa was effectively her sister’s (actually half-sister) friend/domestic on an economic leash, and gave Rob the substitute he needed to prostitute to his partners as part of his job. It was a role which Betsy, his 45-year old wife, had basically aged out of. Having Lisa was a way for Rob to keep both his job and his wife. But he didn’t go out of his way to be nice, especially at night.

I knew a bit more of the story. Lisa went to college in northern California (Chico) but did not finish. She was seduced by a part-time adjunct instructor named Donte who was ten years older. (Yes, their ought to be a law, and there is in some states, plus DAs can sometimes find other grounds.) Donte was employed in advertising and took the part-time teaching job because it made him look smarter and socially conscious. (The guy was raised on a gated island in Miami - so he was not street smart beyond what he saw on “Miami Vice.” His folks eventually kicked him out because he bought drugs with the money they gave him for tuition. His job paid for him to finish his fly-by-night degree.)

The Spring when Lisa took his marketing class Donte was about to be fired by the university for bad behavior, but because he counted as a minority faculty the college slow-walked the due process and kept his status on their faculty list. What the university considered “bad behavior” was SOP for the marketing firm, so one could see how he might be confused. Still, for their own good the university kept some PIs on him, taking notes and documenting. Donte decided “fuck them” and made his play, he and Lisa left the college at Spring Break with a quick job transfer at his day job. He beat the college to the punch, screwing over the other 45 students who needed a grade in his course to move on in their major. He took his grade book with him, causing all manner of problems.

(Actually, I know some who would argue that the students were better off missing half the lectures, it was a marketing course. It turned out the students didn’t get much in the first half of the class when he did teach.)

It wasn’t exactly love, but during the move from Chico to LA the couple took a side trip to Nevada and got married. He never informed his folks. Her family did not approve, Lisa’s parents had very good jobs that got them stock options and a luxury cruise every year. They sensed quickly that the guy was after their money. He got one bite, he borrowed $500 from her folks and changed the check to steal $50K from her parents. He did not plan to be invited for the holiday meals. The theft insured that.

Lisa did not believe her parents when they told her about the theft. “You just hate him,” she said as she stomped out. The parents filed a police report, but the cops had real crimes to deal with, white family/black son-in-law disputes where they signed the check were a low priority and fell through the cracks.

Then things went bad. Before the cops even called her, Lisa’s new husband used the $50K he stole for his first and last wholesale drug buy from a co-employee. He took about 25% of the total, cut it lightly, packaged it in balloons for sale and tried to use that batch of product to get into the street trade. He picked the wrong corner. His death when Lisa was 25 was ruled a one-car accident with a fire, but I and LAPD knew better. The fatal beating - basically target practice hitting and kicking for the gang prospects while Romeo was handcuffed - came before he got into the car. The fire meant that even if somebody confessed it could never be proven. A few balloons of drugs were found in the car, but most of it was re-marketed by his killers. Death is the cost-of-business when selling solo in disputed territory with insufficient protection. (The guy had a .25 caliber gun, a cheap knockoff made in Asia, with bad ammo.) LAPD did not waste much time on the case.

Eventually a few of the new gang prospects got rolled up in a sweep, rolled over on the rest of the gang, and got a “get out of jail free” for their story. Case closed.

Lisa knew where her husband stashed the rest of the stuff - in a safe deposit box only she had access to. A few months after the cremated body was packed in an urn Lisa replaced the ashes with the rest of the uncut drugs and kept it for personal use. There was a lot, and she was careful to limit her use so she did not get addicted. It would last her a long time. She never told anybody. She found out about dosages and such on the internet.

Right after the marriage Lisa took out a tiny life insurance policy at one of these airport insurance policy machines - it was all she could afford. The payoff, a year’s salary for her husband, was now her life savings.

After the guy died Lisa spent two years living with her folks and was miserable because they treated her like a drudge and reminded her often of her expensive mistake in finding a mate. When Barnes started the wife exchange Lisa jumped at the chance to be a once-a-month whore for Rob her brother-in-law, so her decade-older half-sister would not have to spread her legs. That made everybody happier. Lisa lived rent-free in the guest house and was allowed the clean the main house and pool on a weekly schedule.

Her future was not bright, after her brother-in-law dropped out of the pool she figured her last days would be spent taking care of her parents. But before that happened she would get a power of attorney, some of her exchange fans like Billy and Kick would help her with that.

I found that what Billy and Kick had said was true, with the lights off Lisa was enthusiastically skillful at getting and giving pleasure. To be honest, she had a special talent for rubbing her hands and body against a man while making out, it was quite delightful. Also, her late husband taught her some tricks. When we made out in the dark she was everything a guy could ask for, willing and open and very receptive to lip kisses or deep tongue kisses and everything in between. (She wasn’t a wife so she encouraged kissing.) Everywhere I put my hands, she responded as if it was just what she wanted. She was actually better than most of the other wives. There was no shyness at all about where her hands went or what I did with mine, she had no limits that I wanted to cross. She even suggested she was open to anal play, giving or getting, but I passed on that out of respect for the other team members.

I figured she was compensating for a self-image issue, she was convinced that guys were distracted by her looks, because so many of the other wives and substitutes looked so attractive. But with the lights off the guys could not see so things were better. She could let herself go.

After about 15 minutes of making out I moved down to her breasts. They were smaller than average, but pert for her age plus I like all sizes - ask Li. As soon as I moved there she was glad to let me, but she said that she was pretty insensitive to breast play and would not get anything out of it. I gave it my best shot, but Lisa knew her own body. She confided that needed thumb-screw clamps served with a little abuse to get a thrill there.

I apologized for leaving mine at home.

She got a thrill from my implication that I had some nipple clamps and knew how to use them for effect. I could tell she wanted to take that subject further, like suggesting a date that would end with her tending deliciously sore nipples. I changed the subject, I had enough females lined up.

Licking my lips so she could see, I asked how she wanted to present my “main course.”

She replied that beggars can’t be choosers, but I said that was not an answer. Not wanted to express a preference, she said that the few partners that did eat her pussy usually took the top position and insisted on forcefully fucking her face while licking her. She could not compete with the service girls in terms of fellatio, but guys wanted the type of “force-it-down-her-throat” mouth fucking in a 69 because they could not get that from either service girls or their wives.

I said I did not appreciate being compared to “slime like the late Mr. Church.”

She gasped at that, Church was one of the men she drew most often for exactly that sort of mistreatment. (The other wives would bite it off if Church forced them.) Lisa hated him, but felt she had no choice but to smile and give herself as requested, which meant smiling when she was not gagging on his cock, then thanking him for the pleasure of still breathing after. Her basic acquiescence was probably why Barnes sent her to Church.

“He is dead now, you know,” I said. “I like to think of him bent over in Hell with a long line of tormentors, each with barbs on their cocks, using him at both ends until the place freezes over. You have to realize he will never force himself on you again.”

“You know, I had not made that connection yet. Now that you say it I must wonder why I did not put it together. Thank you for that image.”

“You still have not answered my question.”

“Okay, when I dream of accepting oral sex from a man, I guess I think of being on top, in a position where I can look in a man’s eyes while he delights in eating my pussy from stem to stern. But that strikes me as thoughtless, because I am ignoring his package of goodies, leaving them flopping in the breeze, but...”

I replied with a gruff voice, “Sound’s good, mount up and serve up that yummy puss so I can have my way with your sexy stuff and MAKE you smile.”

Lisa hesitated because she was embarrassed. Her pussy was tiny, a tight design with almost no lips at all, she thought it was immature-looking, like an underage girl. She wanted to hide it with pubic hair but was told that wife-substitutes had to be completely bare or wear their pubes in a minimal, high-maintenance style like a landing strip or a vee or Rob’s monogram or some other shape that left the lips completely uncovered. To stay that way it had to be trimmed weekly so it was even more of a bother for somebody who only played one night a month.