Chapter 10

"So how's it comin along over there in love land," grinned Sammy, as they lounged by Sammy's pool, Jason drinking wine and Sammy drinking beer.

"Great," replied Jason, "You should give it a try sometime."

"So where is the little doll?" asked Sammy, very much keeping his and Molly's secret, "You ever gonna let me meet her?"

"She's staying with my folks till the wedding," answered Jason, "I haven't seen her much myself. They're keeping her kind of busy."

"Okay, that's definitely weird," laughed Sammy.

"Well, first things first," responded Jason, with a little laugh of his own,

"I figure she might as well know what she's getting into. I still see her on Sunday, we go to dinner once a month and she has a girlfriend named Nicole she goes to lunch with every Tuesday, then we grab a little afternoon delight after that at the Starlight."

"So ... was it worth it?" asked Sammy, "Three million bucks is a lot of money."

"Worth every penny," replied Jason, "besides, she's going to pay me back."

"And how's he going to do that?" asked Sammy.

"Well, the way I figure it," laughed Jason, "three million bucks will buy you a lot of entertainment."

"Well, she's the entertainer of the year as far as Ernie is concerned," laughed Sammy.

"Made quite an impression did she?" laughed Jason.

"He must have told me about a thousand times already," laughed Sammy, "hasn't talked about anything else since."

"Trust me," grinned Jason, "If you had been in his shoes you'd be talking about it too."

"I have to ask," declared Sammy, "are her titties really that pretty?"

"Prettier," bragged Jason.

"Fucking Ernie," complained Sammy, "Ugly bastard has all the luck, but he was the right man for the job."

"It always pays to pick the right man for the job," declared Jason.

"That it does," agreed Sammy.

Tell me, Sammy," Jason continued, after they had sat and drank in silence long enough for a comfortable subject change, "do you ever wish you were different than you are?"

"No, not really," replied Sammy, after giving some thought to Jason's more serious conversational tone, "I kind of like stealing from the rich and giving to myself. What about you?"

"I never did until I met Molly," replied Jason, "Sometimes I wish we could just be school teachers or something and live in a little white house and be just like everyone else."

"So love land has a few flaws after all," responded Sammy, "It always does."

"It's just that Molly ... She's got this fire inside," mused Jason.

"You mean, sexual or otherwise?" asked Sammy.

"Exactly," replied Jason.

"Jason, do you ever go to the theater?" asked Sammy.

"Sure, sometimes," answered Jason.

"I love Macbeth," continued Sammy, "I saw it for the first time when I was in high school and I've seen it at least twice a year ever since."

"Well, no offense, Sammy," laughed Jason, "but I never figured you for a Shakespeare kind of guy."

"Yeah, I know. I'm a beer and pretzels kind of guy," responded Sammy, "but I love that play. There's something about it that I find fascinating."

"I'd be fascinated to know your point," grinned Jason.

"The thing is," replied Sammy, "There's an inevitability about it. Given those characters and those circumstances and the nature of world being what it is, it could only end one way.

Gals that have fires like you say Molly has, they're like trying to hold on to a greased marble, the harder you squeeze the faster and farther they get away from you.

All you can do is enjoy them while they're around, but sooner or later you're going to wake up one morning and they're going to be gone. Sorry, Jason my man, but that's just the way it is."

"I know," replied Jason, "but you're forgetting one thing."

"I'm always up for some education," grinned Sammy.

"I can't change the world," declared Jason, "and I can't change Molly, but I can change the circumstances."

"You want to write your own play," declared Sammy.

"Precisely," answered Jason.

"I knew you wouldn't listen. When it comes to love nobody ever does," grinned Sammy, "Good luck with that."

"Sammy, my man," responded Jason, "I never trust to luck."

"Sounds like you have a plan," responded Sammy, his interest pricked.

"Indeed I do," declared Jason, "and I know just the right man for the job."

"Jason, my man," grinned Sammy, "I'm all ears."

Waving back at a trucker who couldn't pass up the chance to toot his horn at a pretty girl in a hot pink Jeep, Molly smiled within herself, happy to be out on the road again.

Checking her GPS and seeing she still had a ways to go, her thoughts drifted into reverie.

It had been the most wonderful year of her life.

She had developed an abiding affection for Tony and Nettie. There was no doubt Tony had become her lover of sorts and Nettie had become a mother, big sister and great friend all rolled up into one. Both of them were tender and loving and she knew there wasn't anything they wouldn't do for her.

It hadn't all been easy, but there had been more good than bad. Nettie had been relentless with her insistence that she learn exotic dancing and Tony had been equally demanding in making her develop her skills at oral sex, but she had to admit it had paid off and she was now pretty damned good at both.

She had also gotten to know and made friends with many of Tony and Nettie's inner circle and they had even given her a big party at the end. Afterward, some of the women with whom she had made friends took her aside and kind of filled in the big picture for her.

They explained that she had been far from the first to spend time with Tony and Nettie.

They had all done so as had dozens of other women. They had even proudly showed her the bottoms of their feet to show their tattoos and informed her that once she had gotten hers and swore her solidarity with them she would be a member of a select sorority of sisters who would always look after each other and who affectionately referred to themselves as "Stick Sluts," or sometimes, "Henry Hens."

It was a stunning realization that had captivated her imagination and filled her with both dread and excitement. Tony had been the first, but he certainly wouldn't be the last person with whom she would share the henry. He was just her teacher. The real action was only beginning.

There was also something else she had learned when some of them showed her their gold necklaces with a "500" pendant and they assured her that there were others who even had pendants with the number "1000."

She couldn't even imagine giving a thousand blowjobs, but then again, she had to. Early on Nettie had insisted that she be able to give her "count" at any time to anyone who knew enough to ask, and she had made her carefully go back in time to figure out just how many blowjobs she had given and to how many men, not counting Jason.

It was a number that reaped constant humiliation every time she thought of it... 55 and 172.

Counting Nick and all his friends at the gym and all of Tony's friends and even the much hated Ernie, she had given a total of 172 blowjobs to 55 different men.

She also learned that women who specialized in oral sex were referred to in the positive as "swallows" in a play on words, but also, if they were feeling rowdy or derogatory, "cum suckers." That particular piece of information had been horribly humiliating, but there it was and that was still another thing she couldn't do anything about.

The one thing she really couldn't relate to though was that so many women seemed to enjoy giving oral sex and were proud of their skills. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't help but hate it.

It seemed like the ultimate humiliation and to have a man come in her mouth and have to swallow his stuff seemed like the end of all dignity.

And actually keeping a numerical tally of such awfulness was the worst thing ever, but what was even more horrible, she couldn't stop counting now even if she wanted to. It was a part of her, an inescapable reminder.

The night after the party had been the night she and Jason had finally had their "heart to heart," premarital negotiation, but Molly had already pretty much already known the score.

Jason had been raised in an alternative lifestyle and he was deeply enmeshed in it, both by circumstance and by temperament. He had also inherited and further cultivated a vast world-wide social network of like-minded people who shared his interests.

In some respects, Molly even knew how it would go. They were going to swing. The only question was how much and how high.

It was a daunting scenario and something Molly had never even imagined for herself, but there were a lot of things she had never imagined until she met Jason, most especially about herself, but of course, Jason had known it all along.

He would never have asked her to marry him if he hadn't known it, and now she knew it too. It was very simple really, as most of human behavior usually is. It was simple, but it was everything.

She loved to fuck just a little too much. She loved excitement and adventure and she loved to fuck and that was a lethal combination. It meant she was never going to have a normal life.

She wasn't a nympho. She could be satisfied. She could relax and watch a good movie or read a book or refinish a piece of furniture. She loved puzzles and games and intellectual pursuit, but when it came to sex and adventure, sometimes they both became the same thing ... and she needed them every bit as much as she needed oxygen.

That's what at least some of her time with Tony and Nettie had been about. It was the first step, her pathway to her own sexual enlightenment. They had been grooming her, training her, providing her with a safe and pleasurable outlet.

Of the last two things they had negotiated, Molly had won her way on one and they had both won on the second and most important one, and all in all, it hadn't turned out nearly as badly as she had expected.

The first was that although Jason would take care of the big things financially, Molly would earn her own spending money. It was her decision and she had insisted on it. She had been on the con too long not to know there was power, freedom and respect to be earned in making her own money. She didn't know exactly how it would play out, but she knew she wanted it that way.

Of the last two things they had agreed upon, the first was that they would swing with other couples, but only to include oral sex and the henry, with the latter being optional at her discretion.

The final thing was the voluntary promise by Jason that he would never have sex with another woman except as part of the activities they had already agreed upon.

It had warmed Molly's heart that he had brought it up himself and in exactly the way she wanted, but she was greatly relieved that he had, for that was the one hill she was willing to die on.

She knew she couldn't stand the thought of Jason having sex with another woman and she laughed to herself as she realized that once again he was still one step ahead of her, that he always knew how to do that one thing that made her love him even more.

It had totally shocked her, however, that Jason hadn't asked for her fidelity to him. They had left the subject untouched, but certainly not unthought-of by either of them and she also wondered once again what Jason knew about her that she didn't know about herself.

Part of the answer had already come to her though, of course, in the form of her not bringing it up or volunteering the promise on her own, but not wanting to think about that for the moment, her thoughts drifted back to more pleasant memories.

Jason had given her a dream wedding. There were hundreds of guests including her family and all her old friends and even Frankie had made it, disguised as a bearded and bi-spectacled cousin.

They had spent the first week in a small bungalow on the beach and for the next two months it had been just the two of them traveling about in her Jeep and doing all the things tourists do, going to overrated places, looking at stupid stuff, staying in cheap hotels and happily annoying the people in the adjoining rooms with the sounds of their outrageous lovemaking.

Once they had come home for good, things had settled in and it was still glorious, but as it always happens, the mendacity of the day to day had finally set in and Molly found herself dealing with the consequences of her decision to make her own money. She had gone back to work for Jean Paul, but he could only afford her one day a week, so she picked up what she could as a secretarial temporary.

She also made her own space in Jason's weight room and began working out like crazy just to keep herself occupied until an offer came for a good job, but eventually there came an itch she just couldn't scratch and she found herself on the phone begging Sammy for some action.

Her first job had been easy enough. Sammy had gotten her a job on a janitorial crew long enough to plant some bugs in the executive offices of some company, although she wasn't let in on why. She'd just had to spend a day learning how to install the bugs and learning the layout of the building and the guards routine so she could slip into each office at just the right time.

It had been easy enough, but it had at least scratched her itch and Sammy had paid her two grand, which only made her continue to beg even longer and louder for more.

Her next job had been great. She'd had to work her way deep into an exclusive neighborhood along a series of rock walls with a backpack full of tools until she came to the target house which was an old Victorian mansion. Once on the ground she'd had to first subdue a guard dog by throwing a net over it as it charged her and then sedating it.

After that she had to climb up three stories of outside walls using trellises and gutter pipes and whatever else she could get a hold of until she could find and remove a vent cover to the attic. Once inside, she had to enter the heating duct and make her way to a room that was being used as an office and plant a camera in the vent.

Going out, she'd had to put everything back to make sure no one would notice she had been there. It had taken her most of the night, but she had pulled it off and Sammy had not only given her some respectful praise, he had given her ten grand. That had pretty much sealed the deal ... she was hooked.

After that, she was relentless with Sammy about getting some more work, calling him every week, but much to her chagrin, he always either didn't return her calls or made some excuse about there not being much going on.

After a while she became desperate, and then broken-hearted because she knew Sammy always had something going on, but then Jason had taken her to a birthday party at Sammy's house and in hardly longer than it took to wish someone happy birthday everything changed, never to be the same again.

Now driving on auto-pilot, she relived the evening as if it were only yesterday...

... Hi, Sammy," said Jason, as he met them at the door of a house Molly knew very well, but had to pretend she didn't, "This is my wife, Molly."

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Molly," replied Sammy, kissing her hand, "I see Jason wasn't exaggerating when he told me how lovely you were."

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you too and happy birthday," Molly politely replied, keeping up their little charade before drifting off with Jason to join the crowd.

The next couple of hours were pleasant enough and even provided a bit of wicked fun as she and the two members of Sammy's crew that she had worked with pretended to meet each other for the first time, but everything took a sudden turn as Jason approached Sammy once again after about an hour.

"Sorry, Sammy," explained Jason, "but I've got some business I need to take care of, I'm afraid we have to leave early. Happy birthday, my man."

"Yeah, okay," responded Sammy, "but hey, the party is just getting started. We haven't had the entertainment yet. Tell you what, no need for the little lady to miss a good time. Why don't you let her stay and enjoy the party. I'll keep her company and have my limo take her home."

With Jason agreeing to the plan after she had assured him that was what she wanted to do, Molly watched him leave with a tinge of guilt that she was glad to see him go, but she desperately wanted to take advantage of another opportunity to beg Sammy for another job.

Knowing Sammy already knew why she had really wanted to stay, the very fact that he had given her the opportunity to do so meant that he at least had something for her, so she waited patiently as the furniture was rearranged into a circle around a low stage and a juggler got up and did his thing.

After that came the presents and the toasts and Sammy's speech, but she had hardly paid any attention as she kept going over various possibilities in her mind, hoping Sammy had something good for her.

After that she was greatly disappointed to find out there were going to be several more entertainers, but her heart took a sudden leap when Sammy leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Follow me," he said, in a tone of voice she new meant business.

Following him along the outer wall and up the stairs into his office which had a big one way window looking out onto the great room and the people below, she paid intense attention to Sammy's every word as he sat on the edge of his desk and took a long pause before speaking.

"How you doin, Doll?" he asked.

"I'm good," she replied, trying to play it cool in spite of the mountain of emotions she was feeling inside.

"Here's the long and short of it," Sammy began, "Rose is retiring. I need a new tail. I think you've got what it takes. If you think so too and you want it, I'll give you a shot."

"I've got it. I want it." Molly assured him as confidently as possible, even though her insides were leaping for joy.

Hearing Sammy's words, Molly could hardly believe her ears. The "tail" was second only to the boss in both authority and prestige and for good reason.

A good tail had to be observant, smart, creative, and brave, but most of all she had to be able to think on her feet when things got dicey. Best of all, the tail was on the front lines and that's where she wanted to be.

There was one thing about being the tail though that grabbed hold of her insides and twisted them up like so much spaghetti on a fork.

She would have to provide sex to whomever, whenever and however necessary to get the job done. If the job required someone getting a piece of tail, it was going to be her tail.

She also knew that Rose and Sammy had slept together on a regular basis and Rose had more than liked it that way, but she knew that for her, it didn't matter if she liked it or not, it's what she would have to do, not that it was the worst thing that could ever happen.

Although he was at least twenty years older and Molly knew she would never be attracted to him romantically, Sammy did have his own attractions as a man. He was the quintessential bad boy who had matured into the quintessential smart and savvy alpha male.

Behind the scenes, he was one of the most powerful men on the west coast and when Sammy talked, powerful men listened.

When he barked, lesser men ran for their lives and if you were on his crew he demanded absolute loyalty and obedience, but you also knew that if you ever found yourself down a dark alley with no way out, Sammy was going to come in and get you.

There was one other thing that Molly couldn't help but think about when she contemplated Sammy's personal attributes and she couldn't help but feel excited about it even though she didn't want to.

It was something Rose had confided once during some "girl talk."

"I swear to god that Sammy is a regular Beethoven with that wand of his," Rose had declared with a smile, "Trust me, Sammy Barlow owns this town in more ways than one."

"Listen up now, what I'm saying is that I'll give you a shot," reminded Sammy, bringing Molly back from her thoughts, "Right now you don't know shit. You're going to have to pay attention and you're going to have to shovel shit if I say so."

"I know," Molly replied, "I will."

"Well, here's the last big thing I know you're wondering about," offered Sammy, "I love pussy, but don't have either the time nor the inclination to chase women and when I compare paying for it with getting it for free from a cute little piece of pie like you, well, I'd like to think we both come out a winner on, shall we say, a casual but regular basis.

What that means is that if we go out of town on business for a few days we're going to stay in one room. If you husband goes out of town for a few days, I'm going to very happy to see him go.

The rest of the time I expect you to know when the time is right and offer it up. Don't make me have to ask for it. If I have to start asking for it I'm going to assume you'd rather be sucking Ernie's dick so that's what you'll do. I assume that's not to ambiguous"

"I understand," responded Molly, the muscles in her gut tightening even tighter, but still resolute in her determination to get the job.

"And you're sure this is what you want to do?" asked Sammy.

Taking a deep breath and thinking carefully, Molly knew that by saying yes it meant she was adding a whole new layer to her life, that what she was about to do could never be undone, could never be forgotten, and if Jason found out, perhaps never forgiven, but she also knew she would never forgive herself if she didn't.

"Absolutely," she confirmed, looking Sammy straight in the eye.

"Alright the," said Sammy, "Is there anything I need to know from you?"

"Just one thing," Molly replied, "What happens between you and me is just business. I love Jason. He's my man. If you ever make me choose between you and him, I'll choose him."

"Fair enough and duly noted," replied Sammy, much to Molly's relief as he escorted her through a door in the back wall that led into huge and beautifully furnished multipurpose room in which she had never been, but knew she would see a lot of from now on.

"Well, this is it and it is what it is," declared Sammy as he began showing her the various features, "That bathroom and closet and dresser are yours, the other one is mine.

The computer and desk and so forth are for you too. Feel free to password and lock everything. I give you my word no one will ever touch any of it, including me.

If you need anything else, just let me know. If you want to redecorate, go for it. If you want to change the bed, help yourself. I can sleep on anything."

"Okay, thanks," responded Molly, not really knowing what else to say.

"Would you like a drink?" asked Sammy, as they availed themselves of a seating ensemble near the wet bar, "Maybe you need a few minutes to let all of this soak in."

"Yes, some wine if you have it, thanks," responded Molly, "That would be nice."

Giving Molly some time to think as they drank in silence for awhile, there were no questions from her, so Sammy continued the conversation on his own.

"Tell me, Doll, what are you thinking right now?" asked Sammy, "Tell me the truth."

"You're asking a woman to tell you the truth in the bedroom?" teased Molly, "No wonder you're not married."

"Indulge me, just this once," beseeched Sammy.

"Very well," acquiesced Molly, "I was wondering if you were as good in bed as Rose said you were."

"And are you looking forward to finding out?" asked Sammy.

"You said one question," teased Molly.

"I guess I did," laughed Sammy.

"No you definitely did, you know you did," teased Molly.

"Alright, alright, I did," admitted Sammy, with a little laugh.

"Well, I guess one more question couldn't hurt," conceded Molly, "If you will answer one question for me."

"Deal," agreed Sammy, "So what's your answer?"

"I'm looking forward to it so much I can hardly stand it," declared Molly, suddenly looking Sammy straight in the eyes again and surprising him greatly, "I wish I wasn't, but I am."

"Well, I think you're going to find out your boss has the best benefits package in town," said Sammy, grinning at his own joke.

"Very clever," retorted Molly," but I guess that means you're trying to say good things come in small packages."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you silly for that one," grinned Sammy.

"We'll see," responded Molly, "but now you have to answer my question."

"That was the deal," agreed Sammy.

"Is there anything I need to know from you?" asked Molly, suddenly serious again.

"Yeah," I suppose there is," responded Sammy, "Look, Doll, I'm taking you on because you've got talent like I've never seen before and you remind me of myself a long time ago. The fact that I get to cuddle your kitty has absolutely nothing to do with it.

I also have absolutely no interest in getting between you and Jason. Sure, he was the mark once for both of us, but that's over now. He could afford it and if you ask me he got his money's worth. He's my friend now and hell, you married him, so I think it's all good.

"Fair enough and duly noted," grinned Molly, "but now I would like to talk about my rules."

"What!" exclaimed Sammy, "You don't get to make any fucking rules. I'm the boss, I make the rules."

"No, in the bedroom, I get to make some rules too," insisted Molly.

"I can't wait to hear this!" declared Sammy.

"No kissing," said Molly.

"I hate kissing," declared Sammy.

"Good," continued Molly, "and you have to be nice about sticking your finger in my pussy."

"What the fuck!" exclaimed Sammy, "What, am I supposed to do say, 'pussy please' or something?"

"No, you're supposed to do it when it's going to be good for me, not just to amuse yourself," declared Molly, "unless that's too sophisticated for you, in which case, keep your fingers to yourself."

"I can be sophisticated," replied Sammy, "I can be very sophisticated."

"You don't get to fuck me in the ass," decreed Molly.

"That's nasty, last thing on earth I'd want to do," responded Sammy.

"No shower, no sex of any kind," declared Molly.

"You're not some germ freak or something?" asked Sammy.

"No," replied Molly, "but I'm not a cave woman either."

"Showers are good, I like showers," responded Sammy, "anything else?"

"You have to say thank you," answered Molly,

"Like hell I do!" exclaimed Sammy.

"If I have to give it up, you have to say thank you," insisted Molly.

"You're a saucy little wench, you know that, Doll," declared Sammy, "I think I'm going to have to fuck you down to size."

"You'll get your shot," teased Molly, "but there's one last thing."

"Jesus Christ and all the Saints in heaven!" complained Sammy, "Is this never going to end?"

"When it's just the two of us you can call me Doll if you want," declared Molly, "but when we're around other people you have to call me Molly."

"So that's it, we're done now, right?" asked an exasperated Sammy.

"Well, there is one more thing," added Molly.

"There always is," responded Sammy.

"I didn't get you anything for your birthday," added Molly.

"Well, that's alright," offered a relieved Sammy, "I've got everything I need anyway."

"Perhaps, perhaps not," continued Molly, as she stood up and began taking off her clothes, "I was thinking you might need a shower."

"Ahh, a shower," responded Sammy, as he quickly caught on and began undressing with a big grin, "Of course, just exactly what I need, as a matter of fact."

Waiting on the bed until Sammy had finished showering and joined her, Molly took the lead and guided him to a sitting position and then sat facing him, lifting her legs over his so they could be close together before taking his package in both hands.

Stroking him up, she was also secretly glad to find him just slightly smaller than Jason, big enough to provide, but still giving her guy the edge.

"I like your dick," offered Molly, stroking Sammy's ego every bit as much as she was stroking his dick, "It's just the right size for me."

"Well, you certainly know how to stroke the boss," grinned Sammy, enjoying his second double entendre.

"And do I have anything you'd like to stroke?" countered Molly, enjoying the cheesy repartee.

"Well, I think your tits are just as pretty as a summer day, but what I really want is to see that famous pussy of yours," declared Sammy, "then maybe I could make up my mind."

"I thought that might come up eventually," said Molly, as she turned her back to him on her knees and then went to all fours, presenting him with a full and close-up view of her womanhood and looking back at him with a coy smile on her face.

"Jesus Christ, that's gotta be the most beautiful pussy in the world," declared Sammy, in sincere awe, "I have to tell you, Doll, top to bottom, you're about as cute as they come."