Chapter 3

One night Amy got some very unusual customers, a tall bald man around 45 and a high school boy. I thought it was quite odd the father wore hand-made leather shoes and a Rolex, along with a pair of cheap jeans and a ZZ Top t-shirt. The boy wore a purple polo shirt and denim, but his clothes were from a very expensive designer.

The man said, “My son just turned 18 and wants some fun with a pretty girl. How much for the whole night?”

Amy said, “I have to leave at nine. For three hours, um ... how about a thousand for anything but anal?”

He offered, “How about three thousand for anything?”

I knew the most she’d ever made in a day before was eight hundred. She swallowed hard and agreed. He paid in cash and said, “I’ll be back at nine. Have fun, Bradley.”

As I handed him some condoms, the boy looked even more nervous and afraid than Amy did. He stood nearly frozen in place. He was silent for at least half a minute before he asked, “Ah ... err ... can I um ... talk to you first?” By then his father had driven off in his shiny new $100,000 Range Rover.

Amy led the boy to the bedroom and I watched a painfully awkward scene. They sat on opposite sides of the bed talking a long time. Amy started taking her clothes off, but he shook his head. She reached for his zipper, but he pushed her hand away. An hour into their session, he let her take his pants off at last. She started giving him a blowjob, but he shook his head. She looked very frustrated and the two talked some more.

She turned on the TV and the pair watched an orgy movie. Amy took off her panties, sat in a chair and lifted her skirt, then rubbed herself a lot. He only glanced at her once. He jerked off watching a man suck another guy’s dick, then squirted his cum on the bedsheet. He kept masturbating and came again watching two men do anal. The two shut the movie off, dressed, then played a video game.

When his father arrived Bradley said, “I told you I wasn’t gay, Dad. She was AWESOME! I love women!”

She told the father, “We had a good time. He was great.” Even if I hadn’t been watching them, from the tone of her voice I could tell Amy was lying.

As they left he patted the boy’s shoulder. “That’s good to hear, son. Congratulations on becoming a man.”

I looked out the window and saw the two cross the street, then asked her, “So how did it really go?”

She chuckled. “Imagine trying to build a wall out of soup.” I laughed along with her.

About a week later the father returned. He offered, “I’d like some fun with her too. Two grand for two hours of anything I want?” He held out a thick stack of cash. Amy gulped and nodded. I handed him some condoms and watched through the cameras as they went in her room.

Unlike his son, he took his clothes off immediately and had her strip too. He took several pictures with his phone as Amy licked and sucked him. Surprisingly, he stopped before cumming and got dressed. I was very amused that he watched TV with her for an hour before he left. As he walked out he said, “Fucking her was great! She’s a real beauty. You’re a lucky guy!”

I had to try hard to suppress laughter and a smile. When he was gone I asked Amy, “So he’s gay too?”

She joked, “Jelly is a little stiffer than soup, but still ... hahaha!”

Two weeks later I was shocked to see Amy kissing the man on the front of a trashy magazine. The caption read, “Megachurch preacher Righteous Ron caught cheating!”

I knew the picture was from his phone. I wondered why he would give anybody a copy, since that would be so obviously stupid. I figured maybe somebody hacked his account.

Late one night Amy woke me up by pounding on the door. She was crying hysterically and bleeding from her left arm. “Jason! My stepmom’s dealer and his guys busted into our apartment! They shot us! I had to jump out the window to get away! I...” She gasped and gulped as tears streamed from her eyes. “I think they’re dead!”

I looked at her arm and saw the bullet had only grazed her. As I pressed a clean sock to the wound I asked, “Did anybody follow you or see where you went?”

“No, they were too busy shooting Brian and Sharon. They’d shoot them, stop to kick and swear at them, then shoot them again! It was horrible! All the blood! Blood everywhere!” I noticed some had splattered onto neck and face.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you. Let’s get a shower and put a real bandage on your arm.”

As we laid in bed that night, I rested a hand on one of her breasts and assured her, “You’ll be okay. You can live with me.”

“Thank you so much! I love you!”

I shocked myself by answering, “I love you too.”

We kissed and dozed off.

She kept hooking but only with regular customers she liked. Watching her screw a guy or two before I did the same was still pretty exciting. A few weeks later we got a big surprise. Another magazine had pictures of Amy with ‘Righteous Ron’. The naughty bits were blacked out, but she was obviously nude and giving him a blowjob!

The next evening a limousine parked across the street. Ron and Bradley got out, along with a beautiful blonde woman around 35. The man and boy looked ashamed, and their heads tilted downward. The pretty blonde had an aggressive and arrogant look on her face. When they walked in she stared in Amy’s eyes and demanded, “You fucked my husband and son! Tonight, you’re going to screw me too!” She held out a stack of hundreds.

Amy tried to object, “But! But I never did it with a girl before...”

The hot and angry blonde turned and offered me a pile of bills too. “You’re a handsome one. Since my limp-dick fag of a husband won’t give me another baby, you will and he’s going to watch.”

It was my turn to object, “But, I ah...”

She dug in her purse and pulled out even more money. “A thousand apiece isn’t enough? How about ten to put a baby in me? Will you fuck me until I’m pregnant for ten thousand dollars?”

Other than the tense situation, she was so attractive I would have done it for free! Amy looked at me nervously and asked, “That’s a LOT! Do you think we should...”

I smiled and agreed. “Deal!”

We introduced ourselves in the back of the limousine. I held out my hand toward the blonde woman. “I’m Jason and she’s Amy.”

She shook it for only a second. “In case you’ve never seen our Sunday broadcasts, I’m Lemonsong. Our family is worth nearly a hundred million, so I think you’ll enjoy staying with us if I like you.” She sat between her husband and son. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in ‘Righteous Ron’s’ face many times. He rubbed his eyes occasionally but didn’t complain. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis in front of us. “Look at his little worm of a dick. It’s barely three inches long, and that’s only if it ever gets hard. Even if he was straight, how could he ever make a woman happy with that little thing? Pathetic!” She stroked it slowly until she finished her cigarette, but it didn’t grow or stiffen.

“My son has an average one, but he only wants to use it with other boys. At least my daughter Cherie is straight. Too bad she’s a dirty little slut, though.” She sighed and shook her head, then lit another cigarette. She tormented her husband by blowing smoke in his face the rest of the way to their mansion.

When we arrived she instructed, “Bradley, find the chef, the handyman, and your sister. Bring them to my bedroom. Ron, go get the gardener and the pool boys.” She led us to her bedroom and stripped to her black panties and bra, then put a long white cigarette in a foot-long black cigarette holder. I was surprised she also put on a pair of black knee-high boots with three-inch heels.

The bedroom was very large with a double-king bed, a loveseat on each side of it, and four plush chairs. A makeup table, large wardrobe, and two dressers completed the furniture. Once all eleven of us were in the room, she said, “Strip and have a seat, everybody. If I decide I like Amy and Jason here, there will be some BIG changes. Ron, sit on the bed so you can watch up close while they screw me.”