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Well, Mr. Harper couldn’t be here
‘Cause he stayed too long at Kelly’s Bar again
And if you smell Shirley Thompson’s breath
You’ll find she’s had a little nip of gin
And then you have the nerve to tell me
You think that as the mother I’m not fit
Well, this is just a little Peyton Place
And you’re all Harper Valley hypocrites”

1968

Lionel Raymond Harper IV looked around at the others in Kelly’s Bar, wondering how many of the other patrons were planning an evening like the one he planned. Lionel Raymond suffered from an ailment he called ‘terminal boredom.’ Lionel Raymond IV was the great-grandson of Lionel Raymond Harper, the founder of Harper Valley. He knew that Harper Valley was originally named Winthorp, but after buying out the original owners of the town, he had prevailed on the town fathers to rename it Harper Valley. Since the only money in the town following the disaster that had been the Civil War belonged to the first Lionel Raymond, the town council had agreed to his terms, which involved a partial repayment of their debts.

Now it was Lionel Raymond Harper IV’s turn as the wealthiest man in town. He had learned everything he needed to know about being the wealthiest man in town from his father, Lionel Raymond Harper III. “All you need to do is sit back and the cash will flow in. Don’t get involved in politics. We own half the town, and the other half pays us rent. You’ll be on the boards and whatnot, but don’t get too involved. Cash the checks, drink the whiskey, and fuck any woman who wants to. Stay away from the kids. If you feel like getting married, fine, but don’t let her get her hands on the money. Have some fun.”

It was a lesson he had taken to heart. Lionel Raymond III had died at the age of fifty-six with a smile on his face. Lily Gomez, a half-Mexican whore had given him the time of his life before his heart had given out. She had managed to get his clothing back on before she called the cops. They had taken him out to his car and drove him away; they staged an accident and the police chief had given Lily five hundred bucks and ordered her out of town.

Lionel Raymond IV had taken his lessons to heart. He bought a home for his mother and paid for her moving expenses, but explained to her that he wanted to get married and two women in the same house might be a problem. She had laughed and nodded in understanding. Lionel Raymond III had enjoyed sex with her all the time. They tended to get noisy and she didn’t need to hear her son banging his wife.

IV had quickly found a woman who met his requirements. She stayed at home, supervising the staff, and taking care of their children, Lionel Raymond Harper V and his sister, Melanie. Meanwhile, he had an office in town on the top floor of the Harper Trust Building, where he reviewed his accounts and conducted business. He had a good-looking secretary who gave him a blowjob at lunchtime, but nothing beyond that. If her husband wondered why a secretary had such a good paycheck, he had decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After leaving his office, IV would go home for dinner Tuesdays and Thursdays. Those nights he would wait for their children to go to bed, and then he would go to bed with his wife. Those two weeknights and both weekend nights he would have her put on one of the many slutty nightgowns he bought her and then they would have sex. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, however, he would claim that he had to meet people for a business dinner. Those nights he would head over to Kelly’s, where he would have two or three drinks and check out the talent that plied their trade there. Kelly’s had a number of women who frequented the bar and would happily go out back with a man, returning fifteen minutes later with cum in their mouths or pussies and money in their purses. The cops who would normally run them out of town knew better than to bother anyplace that Lionel Raymond Harper IV might frequent.

That didn’t mean IV was going to fuck a whore in the back seat of his car. That was something poor people did. He had a small house on the backside of the estate that couldn’t be accessed from the main house. Instead, he would invite one of the working girls to follow him back to the ‘Little House’. Later, after spending several enjoyable hours draining his balls, he would send the whore away with a nice payment and go home.

That night was no different. Harper had two stiff whiskey-and-waters at Kelly’s while eyeing some of the talent. The one who caught his attention was a redhead with big tits. He smiled at her and lifted his drink in her direction. She came over and climbed onto the barstool next to him. The bartender came over and poured the pair of them another round.

“Thanks,” she said. “What’s your name?” She knew who IV was but wanted to be polite.

“Call me Jack. You’re Amy, right?”

“Yep,” was the reply. Amy’s real name was Carol Wanderman, but if the rich guy wanted to call her Amy, that was fine. It would only be for a few hours, after all.

“How about we go somewhere for a bit?” he asked.

“I’d like that.”

“Well, follow me. I live nearby.”

“Great.” It sounded as if she wouldn’t have to use the back seat.

The pair finished their drinks and left Kelly’s. Harper said, “I’ll be in the Lincoln over there. You get in your car and follow me.” He watched as the hooker went around behind the bar and reappeared in an old Chevy Impala a minute later. Harper pulled out onto the road and watched in the rear-view mirror as the Impala pulled out behind him and began following. Fifteen minutes later he pulled off a small side road into a crushed stone driveway. The driveway ended in a circle in front of a small cottage. Harper got out of his car and waited for ‘Amy’ to get out of her car.

Wanderman got out of her ancient Impala and walked over to where Harper was unlocking the front door of the cottage. She followed him inside, and then over to the wet bar in the small living room. He poured a couple of shots of bourbon and handed one to her. “Cheers,” he said.

“Cheers,” she repeated. She wondered what the man wanted but knew better than to ask. It was better to wait for him to tell her.

It wasn’t long in coming. “Get undressed,” he ordered. He came around the bar and sat down on one of the barstools.

She wasn’t surprised. She had dressed for business that night, in a short skirt, tight blouse, and a pair of high heels. Underneath she was wearing a black bra and panty set. She did a little striptease as she removed her clothing, first her blouse and skirt, then her bra, and finally the black panties. Her pussy hair was trimmed into a neat triangle. Then she kicked off her heels and came closer.

Harper placed a pair of fifty-dollar bills on the bar. “Kneel,” he told her. Then he removed his suit jacket and tossed it onto the bar.

Amy knelt in front of him and undid his belt and zipper. She pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down and waited for him to step out of them. Then, while IV unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, she began to suck his cock.

Harper smiled. The hooker was an excellent cocksucker. She quickly got him off and then knelt back on her heels, looking up at him. He smiled down at her. Their subsequent fun and games would last much longer now.

He motioned for her to stand and walked down a short hallway to a doorway. The girl followed and found herself in a large bedroom. A four-poster bed was in the center of the room, and a door led to what looked like a bathroom. Harper got onto the bed and moved to the center. “Get me stiff again.”

Amy crawled onto the bed and put her face to his crotch. She used her fingers and lips to get his cock stiff again. Then she crawled on top of him and began fucking him cowgirl fashion. Their fuck lasted much longer than it would have been without the earlier blowjob. When Harper came and filled the whore’s pussy he smiled, and she rolled off him.

Still, he wasn’t finished. “Clean me up and get me hard again.”

Carol Wanderman shrugged internally but gave no sign of it to her john. It had been a good fuck, and one she had enjoyed, but the night was obviously not over. She knelt at his side and licked their mixed juices off his cock. What she hadn’t expected, however, was what happened next.

Harper climbed off the bed and the girl followed. She eyed him curiously, especially after he grabbed a pillow and placed it in the center of the bed. “Lay face down and put that under your cunt.” He watched as she got into position. Then he went to one of the nightstands and pulled out a tube of Vaseline.

Wanderman saw what he was doing and said, “Hey, I never agreed to that. That will be extra.”

“I put a hundred on the bar. If you think that only gets me a blowjob and a fuck, you’re sorely mistaken. Shut up and spread your legs.”

The hooker decided to go along with Harper. She didn’t need the grief a powerful man like that could cause. She spread her legs wide and looked forward. Then he climbed back onto the bed and knelt between her legs. She felt him squirt some of the greasy jelly on her asscrack and then waited for the inevitable discomfort.

Harper smiled. It had been a good day for his business and now it was going to be a good night. He lubed his cock and positioned it at the hooker’s asshole; the lube was for him, not her. She sold her body for money and how he used it was his business. He pushed his cockhead inside her ass and just kept pushing. ‘Amy’ grunted as her rear was invaded. After a suck and a fuck, she knew it was going to be a long night.

It was late when IV nutted into the whore’s ass. He pulled his limp cock from her and headed towards the bathroom. “You can go now,” he told her.

“Can I clean up first?” she asked.

“Clean up at your place,” he answered.

She didn’t grumble but went back to the living room. She pulled on her blouse and skirt and stuck her underwear in her purse, along with the cash. Then she was out, hoping it would be some other girl’s turn the next time Lionel Raymond Harper IV got horny.

Harper got home shortly before midnight. His wife was already in bed, but she woke up when he came into their bedroom. “How did your meeting go?” she asked.

He smiled and said, “Great. It should be a profitable deal.”