Food ~ Exit 181

[eleventhson]

Food ~ Exit 181

By

Me (originally written in 2004)

(FF, rom, FMF, F+M+F, slow, prostitution, prostitutes, romantic, truck
stop)



"Coffee, please."

"Want some cream or sugar with that?"

"No thank you, just black" my sole patron sitting on bar stool on the
civilian side of the counter spoke quietly while two truckers fifteen feet
and one-eight-degrees away across from her on the commercial side of the
food service island made louder conversation about nothing in particular,
they glancing over occasionally to check her out as I did too as my coffee
poured its three a.m. black hot risings into her cold white cup. Glancing
out into the front row parking spots for autos-only the only car I saw was
an old, beat-up Ford Escort looking like it was older than my gally' was.

"Rough night?"

"Uh?" her eyes fixed down in her cup like she was trying to read it like
an ebony crystal ball.

"Hey Jenny, two eggs over easy with double bacon, and a Franklin too!"
yelled "Greaser", one of my regulars over to me like I was a freaking mile
away instead of just across and at the other end of the upside-down-U
serving counter from him.

"Marvin, got that?" I yelled back to the kitchen area doors closed or
not the initial volume being loud enough to where I was sure the cook heard
it anyway "your eggs'll be here ready shortly, I'm with another customer
now, gimme twenty before your Franklin, okay, Greaser?"

"Yeah sure Jenny, you're worth a little wait."


Smiling as sweetly as I could at her, she was so pretty, I repeated
myself "rough night?"

"Yeah, rough night" was all I got back in reply, her eyes not leaving
her reflection back at her in her coffee cup. The look of total
loneliness, despair, desperation, of being completely lost and all alone in
this world looked back at her from its blackhole mirror. The same look I
had seen myself looking back at me from that very same bar stool almost
eight years ago.

"Honey, you look like you haven't eaten in a couple of days. What about
a burger and fries, or a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage patties?"

"I, I don't have any money" her words mumbled as head bowed down even
more towards her steaming java brew in mild embarrassment "well, I've got
seven dollars and eight-four cents to my name, but that's it" she brushing
her nicely-style straight blond hair back from in front of her to her
shoulders as her words finished leaking out.



Silence. The Kansas City Chiefs fan plate on the front bumper of her
old car told me she wasn't a local, probably not at least.

"Look Honey, I've been where you are, I understand" my hand lightly
brushing the top of but not grasping her hand "the coffee's on me, and so
is anything on the menu that you see, free, if you want."

Her neck tilted her face forward enough to where our eyes met. I
searched her face for the obvious. Yeah, she had been crying, a lot, but
her whites and pupils didn't show the slightest trace of drugs or alcohol.

"Seriously?" an almost-smile coming to her face but she trying to
suppress it.

"Yeah, seriously" my hand now resting atop hers for more than a few
seconds but not enough to make her uncomfortable.

"What's the catch?" her eyes lighting up and her face now not quite as
sad.

"No catch, Honey, I've just been before where you are now, no catch, one
friend to another" as Marvin brought out the greaser-food to Greaser and
whispered something in my ear "Marvin here will get you anything you want,
I'll be back shortly" as I flipped up the gate at the end of the counter
and walked outside to Greaser's truck to take care of his needs and his
"Franklin".

At least Greaser was always quick and easy but the pigsty which was his
cab-over made truth to his nickname and made me earn every nickel of that
hundred actually five "Jacksons" soon in my waitress's apron front pocket.

"Think she's a prospect?" he making small talk as he whipped his cock
for me to quickly suck before jumping me in the privacy of his bigrig.

"Yeah" my mouth finding his cock which tasted like stale piss which it
always had in the six years we've been, uuhhhmmm, "friends", the stench of
his uncleaned truckbunk his unwashed sheets almost stiff with filth and
sticky with dirt the likes of which I didn't want to know about.


"Can I be her 'first' when you bring her around, Jen?" his cock now hard
in my mouth as I raised my dress up enough as I laid back on the biological
experiment which was his roadbed to expose my pussy to his desires.

"If, and I mean 'IF' she becomes one of my gals, maybe, we'll see; now,
shove that monster inside me My Greaser Master and show me how much of a
man you really are!" his tiny four-incher poking me like some little
Yorkshire terrier trying to hump my leg except a little higher up his
condom almost falling off because it didn't have enough volume to cling to
but what the hey he was one of my regulars and his money was as good as
anyone else's.

"Squeeze me, Baby, squeeze it tighter, yeah, that's it!" his foul breath
wreaking of teeth unbrushed for who knows how many days trying to kiss me
even though he knew from all our times prior that I didn't kiss customers
not usually at least gassing me from inches away as he pinned himself atop
me and using all the Ben-Wa-ball-exercised-for-years muscles I could
squeezed his cock as hard as I could while grabbing his ass and pulling him
tighter to me.

"Yeah Baby, fuck me harder, harder! Wow Greaser, I just love that cock,
gimme that cock of yours!" my impassioned pleas cried not from passion but
from time of wanting him to hurry the hell up so I could get back inside
and take care of my new possible friend inside.

"Kiss me, dammit, Jenny, kiss me!"

I kissed him on the mouth hoping that would help him come quicker and it
did, his cock spurting his load inside its protective cover as he wrapped
his arms around me atop me and held me close for a moment and kissed me
sweetly on the cheek and earlobe. I didn't mind. I kissed him on top of
the forehead and let him hold me for a couple of moments. A customer yes,
but a friend, too.

"That was great, Hon', sorry about having to rush off, but if you want
to be her first I do need to go see if she's even interested" he fishing
two more Jackson's from his wallet and handing me a pint Mason jar of what
I knew was 'shine made by his uncle up Shenandoah County, the finest
moonshine this side of the Blue Ridge "what, what's this for? You know you
don't have to tip me, Greaser" as I put my panties back on and straightened
my blue-grey pinstriped waitperson dress out a bit.

"I know Jenny, but tonight you were something special, so here, take it"
he pushing the bills back into one hand as my other one firmly grasped the
pint jar of liquid pleasure. I mean, money's money but money couldn't buy
his uncle's moonshine, only real friendship could and I was truly touched.
He had paid me goodness knows how many thousands of dollars over the years
for my professional services and this was the second time in all those
years that he had given me some of his most precious gift of love, his
family's legacy, from their private stock.

"Want a freebie on the house?" my arm going around him as we cuddled in
the almost claustrophobic space behind his rolling office.

"Nah, you're sweet, but I think you drained me, Dear. Can we just lay
here and talk some?" what felt like fleas at least I hope they were just
fleas making me itch in places that my short arms usually have a hard time
scratching.

"Yeah, sure Greaser, we can just talk some, if you'd like" he putting on
an old Conway Twitty CD as we opened up his gift jar of liquid bliss and
began sipping and talking and sipping and talking and sipping more and
talking more still, talking about his wife and three kids back home in
Missouri and his ex-wife and two kids she had custody of out in California
and his older brother who died in 'Nam and the first time he and I got
together and I didn't know how to even roll a condom on his cock and his
SOB boss and his mom who just passed away last year and then, shit, I just
happened to notice the clock on his dash through the open slit on the
privacy curtain which read "6:38", shit shit shit.

"Yeah, I know, I gotta be in Queens by noon, gotta run Jen', thanks for
the company, Darlin'" he rolling out a bit to get in his driver's seat as I
did the same to scoot over the passenger's seat and blew a good-bye kiss to
him.

"You can cash your freebie in next time you're by."

"I will, Darlin', you have a good one."


Inside my new potential friend was gulping down her second plate of eggs
and bacon and sausage and toast as Greaser tooted his horn at me as he
drove out of the trucker's side of the plaza parking lot and the reflection
on the restaurant's wraparound glass from our "Peru 69" giant sign out
front now was backlit by the diffused rays of today's coming dawn. Five
new customers on the trucker's side of the restaurant were waiting, two at
the counter and three individually at the tables as well as another three
or four on the "civilian", general traveling public non-commercial trucking
side.


Henrietta, "Henny" had come on shift as had Noel and Carmen i.e.
"Carmie". I had needed at least one of them to help me handle the
graveyard shift last night but none of them, not one of them had budged
which in the end was okay since it was a light night and I handled myself
easy and still managed to pocket eighteen-hundred gross which after the
Patel's who owned this little Empire Of Diesels & wh*r*s outside of
Richmond took their forty percent cut my usual standard ten per cent cut of
all the girls' action going to me myself leaving me a thousand-eighty and
with tips came to a thousand-two-twenty, not a bad night's work at all.
But my work wasn't quite finished.

"You're looking better, Honey" my attention turning back to my new
friend who finished the last bite of her last sausage patty as she made
friendly eye contact with me "I'm Jenny, by the way" my hand extending now
accepted by hers.

"I'm Lori."

"Nice to meet you, Lori."

"Thanks for the meal. I do the have money to pay for it."

"Nah, you keep your money, you told me how broke you were, remember?
Look, Honey, Lori, when I was sixteen."

"I'm twenty, not sixteen."

"When I was sixteen I wandered into this place after running away from
home after my stepfather ****d me and was on the road for weeks and one
night same time eight years ago as you stopped in here and someone who
became my good friend, Blanche, gave me breakfast and took me to her home
and let me stay with her a while before giving me a job here and helping me
get on my feet. I've got good vibes about you, Lori. No question asked,
you can stay at my place for a few days and I'll give you some shifts here
and you can earn a little money and have some time to decide what you want
to do next. No questions asked" both my hands my grasping her left one as
I leaned into her over the counter as the stools near us began to fill with
locals as well as travelers seeking breakfast. Her eyes told me her whole
story and the answer to my offer.

"You'd really do that for me? Wow; uummm, sure, thanks, thanks a ton.
I'm almost out of gas and don't have gas money though. Where' you live,
how far away?"

"Just up the road a few miles, just outside of Peru" I making my way out
from behind the counter as I motioned to Dessie and Yi-Min i.e. "Yummy"
and Jan who had come in a little late and were finishing breakfast up in a
booth to get to work as Noel who was one of my two assistant managers and
the only non-pavement-princess among us all came over to scoot them out as
well "gimme a minute first, Hon', I need to take care of some things before
we leave."

Leaving the room full of patrons waitress-and-hookerless for about five
minutes, I called them all into my private office at the rear of the
kitchen and chewed their asses out about not being "team players" and
reminding them all that if it wasn't for this place they would not be
making near the kind of money they were all making and either they began
taking directions better or they could leave the premises for good,
assigning Henny and Jan to work the third shift with me later that night
come highwater or hell. Shoot, it's not like I wasn't doing them a favor,
especially if we were to have a busy night.

"But you know I have trouble getting a sitter for my kids when I do the
late shift!" Henny protested.

"And with a potential thousand dollar or more night, you can afford to
pay your babysitter to keep them all night, can't you?"

End of discussion. I hated busting their balls, I mean, busting their
ovaries but they were employees of the Peru 69 Travel Plaza Inc. and were
"my girls" as well and By Golly they would do as they were told to do at
least sometimes at least when it came to making me and the Patels my, I
mean, "our", money.

"Go fill up your car on Pump Number Eight, I'll put on the house's
account, and I'll go get my car and pull around and you can follow me home
once you get filled up" Lori's grin as innocent as my intentions were if
not commercial then eclectic.

She followed me close as I drove down Virginia Highway and Scenic Route
Old Highway 69 over the Exit 181 Bridge that crossed over I-95 the large
state highway sign listing six other food places besides ours we not
needing any mention of our presence out on the Interstate we being as
famous to truckers and travelers as The Four Seasons is to movie stars and
she almost ran up my ass I mean up on my rear bumper as I forgetfully
pulled without signaling into the unmarked dirtroad which about a mile or
so further down past a couple of nice neighbors ended at an old farmstead
the old main house dilapidated and in need of more repairs than it was
worth to one side of the large pasture area and my three-year-old nice and
decent but not extravagant double-wide mobile home being at the end of my
nicely-graveled driveway off from the end of the dirt road as George a
neighbor who took care of my two horses in exchange for letting me let his
kids ride them as he wished waved at me as he walked "Summer" my sweetie
back to the barn having just gotten through giving her a morning workout as
Lori pulled in beside my two-year-old Miata as I pulled in close to the
railroad crossties that marked my parking spots thirty feet or so in front
of my place and motioned her to come on in.

"Nice place" was all she said as I walked her through the rooms.

"Thanks. This is your room. Just crash for now. This is the bathroom"
I opening the door to it "I've got a hot tub outside on the back porch but
let me show you how to use it first and I've got a full-sized garden tub in
my room you're welcome to use when I'm not here. Where's your luggage,
where's your stuff?"

"I just got two suitcases and some junk in the trunk. I could use a
shower really bad. Can I unpack later?"

"Sure, Honey, Lori" I leaning into her to give her a friendly hug "I'd
appreciate it if you'd just stay here and not go anywhere else for the next
day or two; we'll talk about a job once you rest up; there's plenty of beer
and food in the fridge and some decent liquor at the bar in the living room
and 'got two hundred channels on the satellite, just help yourself to
whatever you want and if you need anything else, come get me, I'll be
crashed out until about four or so, I'll let you know when I get ready to
leave."

"I don't; I don't know what to say" she stammered a bit as she began
peeling her clothes off in front of me.

"Thanks is all."

"Thanks, Jenny, I don't know why you're doing this" her jeans now off as
well as her top as she began stripping down more, her very nice breasts not
really needing the bra they were hiding in.

"Like I said, I've been where you are before. Now, I'm dead, enjoy your
shower, get some sleep too, we'll talk later" as she nakedly gave me a
quick hug and kiss and bopped into the shower.

I slept like a rock. Yeah, I dreamt of her. Dammit, I dreamt of her. I
could give her a job as a "straight" waitress and let her get on her feet.
Or I could give her a few hundred bucks and send her on her way on down the
road somewhere. Or I could do what I knew I really wanted to do. Dammit,
she dreamed of me, had to, or I wouldn't have been dreaming of her.

"Lori, I need to go to work, you okay?"

No answer. Dead sound asleep, as naked as I wanted her to be atop the
covers. I playfully grabbed one of her boobs and shook it but she didn't
budge. How pretty she was. Oh well, time was wasting. I scribbled out a
note and left it for her on the bed along with a couple of Jacksons', not
that she would need any money since she had been told to stay put but I
just wanted to be nice.



"We've all had good shifts, Boss Lady" Dessie slightly high-fived me as
I made my way back to my office around four-ish or so "I pulled a thousand
even, and I 'Yummy' pulled a over a thousand I think."

"Let's take a look."


I got down the old large Maxwell House Institutional Coffee cans for
Dessie and Yi-Min from the shelf over and behind my desk and counted the
money out, putting the Patel's forty percent into one plain business
envelope and my ten percent into another and Dessie's remaining fifty
percent in smaller bills into a slightly larger manila one for her.

"Yep, a thousand even, five hundred for the day, and Yummy cleared a
thousand-three-fifty, good work, Dessie" she smiling at me as she made her
way out from my office to go home to her husband and young daughter.

At age 28 she was on her downhill slide and she knew it, despite her
tall and buxom brunette good looks for her age. Her husband whom she met
through her work made good money working at the Philip Morris headquarters
as some sort of engineer there and they lived in a nice house in the
Apatonia section of Richmind and she didn't need to work just actually
liked the work and liked having her own money we both often laughing about
that. She wanted to stay in the business maybe another year or so, finish
paying off her Mercedes she had always wanted and bought last year and
finish putting another twenty grand in her daughter's college fund and then
quit. I told her as long as customers continued to ask for her, she could
stay, and she understood.


I checked my books for the week. It was just Wednesday and my girls had
already grossed pushing thirty grand since early Sunday morning and in
addition to what I made myself on my back had three thousand dollars as my
manager's split in my pocket. Nice. Time to pay some bills.

"Jackie, need to run down the street, be back in an hour" my co-mentor
in this business of pushing flesh smiling at me as I touched her on the
shoulder scooting past her near the front door.


Blanche had been my mentor and best friend all those years ago, had
taught me the business, but Jackie who ran with her and was one of
Blanche's girls with me was also a close friend and had taught me a lot
about men, women and life. It used to tickle us to no end when we would
pretend to be a real-life mother and daughter, I looking younger than my
sixteen or eighteen years and Jackie looking old enough, well, to be my
mother and the johns would actually fall for that line, we'd just cackle
all the way to the bank after getting five hundred each for a two hour
dog-and-pony act with a client. It almost killed me when ovarian cancer
stuck her and Blanche the Lord bless her paid for everything and then she
got herpes on top of it soon afterwards and she dropped out of the business
but Blanche and now me and the Patels kept her on because she more honest
than anyone and was just a good person.

"Okay, Shannon and Bette are here and are busy at the moment, we've been
stacked up all afternoon, I really do need some regular help for the dining
room and we don't have anyone to cover the register in the store" referring
to the convenience store part of the same building that housed the
restaurant as well "and Maria can't do rooms because she's by herself and
has to cover the front desk" her litany of legitimate complaints about us
not having enough "vanilla" help being familiar but yeah I knew I needed to
try to get us some more help but all I could do was try.

"See if Maria can get us some help, I don't care if they can't speak a
word of English, she knows enough to translate, and ask Shine to see if her
unemployed boyfriend doesn't want a job as a desk clerk at the hotel, I'll
pay ten an hour to start."

"Okay, but if you're going to pay him that then I want a raise!" she
giggling as she said it.

That damned hotel. What a useless piece of building. Truckers seldom
stayed in it, almost no tourists passing through ever did, not with its
1970's concretre-block-wall painted fa�ade and lack of amenities such as a
pool or in-house gym or free continental breakfast. What had been a Motel
Sex, pardon, a Motel 6 until the Patels came in about four years ago and
bought the entire property truck plaza and hotel and all didn't want to pay
the franchise fees so they re-named it "Motel 7" was now just an eyesore if
not an embarrassment. Considering almost all business was done inside the
privacy of trucks where we knew our customers wouldn't be law enforcement,
what a useless hunk of nothing the motel really was. Still, it was a way
of extracting three thousand dollars up front in the form of seventy
percent from each of my girls each month to start the month before their
cut dropped back to forty percent and yeah each girl did have a room if and
when she needed it not that anyone did more than two or three times per
week but whatever, it was my job to manage and make the Patels and myself
money, something I was very good at.

"Jimbo in?"

"Yeah Jenny, he's training a couple of new employees, come on back"
Mark, Jimbo's flunkie and asskisser and assistant manager waving me on back
through the employees-only door at the McDonald's just down the road from
Peru 69 Truck Plaza and within sight of I-95.

"Mark, take over, it's good to see again, Jen'."

"Good to see you too, Jimbo" his arm around my waist as we made our way
back to his office.



"Having a good week? You're early" my usual Friday run to his place
being a couple of days ahead of schedule.

"Yeah, having a very good week, and you?" he plopping down in his
executive chair behind his desk and whipping his cock out already as he
began slowly jacking himself off as I knelt on the hard tile floor.

"Oh, could be better; got the money? Yeah, nice" I not being sure if he
was talking about his usual fifteen-hundred per week or his usual weekly
blowjob. No matter.

In less than two years I'd be fifty percent legal owner of this place
with him. Two more years on my back and then while not retiring I'd be
okay financially, be half equity owner with him, the paperwork and all
having already been approved by McDonald's National Corporate office year
before last.

My fingers opened the top buttons of my uniform dress so he could get to
my boobs better and feel me up, something he always liked to do and made
him come quicker. My mouth woodpecker'd his cock as his hands roughly
pulled at my nipples and tits.

"God, Jenny, you are the best business partner a guy could ever hope
for; arrrgghhhhh!!!" his wad hitting the back of my throat and my tongue
reluctantly swallowing his deposited relief.

"You're a pretty good business partner yourself, Jimbo, say hi to the
wife for me" my knees hurting my legs a little weak from pressure on them
as I stood up and re-buttoned the front of my uniform dress back up.

"Yeah, right, see ya' next week" he just grinning if not leering at me
as I made my way out of his office.

At least I had a game plan, an exit strategy. So many girls in the
business are clueless, but I never was. For me, it was first about
survival, and then it was about my future. I hadn't taken classes in
business and economics at nearby Richmond University while being a
working-girl because they actually interested me, I had taken them because
I wanted to prepare for the future.

When the Patels came over from India to buy Motel Heaven, pardon, Motel
7 and the Peru 69 Truck Plaza complex and witness the blatant prostitution
going on that the former owners, the Kellys, had not only condoned but had
made me more or less manager of, at first they were really upset because it
conflicted with all their deep spiritual beliefs but when the Kellys and I
showed them our off-books then the numbers definitely changed their tune.

That's when those hours spent studying and taking classes paid off.
When I showed them the off-books balance sheets and how we disguised income
from the IRS and others, explained to them the economics of having a stable
of girls running johns from the perspective of relative risk and employee
turnover and possible but not probable legal consequence to total return on
investment, Himo flat-out asked me where I had gotten my MBA from, a remark
which brought laughter to all present but him.

No matter. Himo and Sunita i.e. "Sunny" not only made me
manager-proper of the girls but also of the whole shee-bang too and allowed
me a straight ten percent cut of the gross as salary as long I gave them my
word that I'd fall on my sword and go to jail for them before ever
implicating them if, "if" ever I or we were ever caught. Sweet deal.

"Hi Jen', good to see you!" my old friend and ex-lover Sarah whispered
to me as we hugged in the full aisles of merchandise inside my, our,
"Jenny's Pottery Barn & Art Gallery"; "you're early this week?" my lips
kissing hers as she slightly pushed me away a bit to regain her composure.

"Yeah, had a good week already, just thought I'd make my runs early this
week; you okay, Hon'?"

Silence. Her hands went back to stocking the shelves with some
miscellaneous smaller pieces of her pottery. Her eyes focused on her
hard-won quality pitchers and vases and face-jugs and storage pots and some
odd bits of ceramic sculpture now being price-tagged on the newish white
metal shelving.

"Yeah, it just looks like we'll have to spend another thousand on the
roof is all."

"Damn! And that roof is less than a year old. Get that slimeball
roofer out here that re-roofed last year and tell him if he doesn't fix it
for free we'll sue him in small claims court, Jeez!" my hands now
absentmindedly helping move her ceramic art from boxes to shelves.

"Already had him out here, Jen, and he said that the new leak was caused
by the recent bad storm, those high winds and all, and he took pictures
while he was out here, it's not his fault."

"Damn. Oh well, how much?"

"Eight-ninety-five. Jen, you got the money to finish paying the
electrician with you?"

"Yeah, here's this week's five and another five to finish paying the
electrical guy. Anything else I need to know about?" Sarah now easing her
old shopping cart past me towards the front of the store as a car pulled up
with two out-of-state tourists inside, an old middle-aged couple in a new
Caddie with Indiana plates, typical of our customers drawn off the
Interstate by our highway billboards there both north and south of Exit
181.

"Uh-uh; didn't mean to seem ill with you earlier, am just focused
because Jorge' is up for promotion at work, they're thinking about making
him a vice-president of the company, and this weekend I'll have to go off
with him to some company function at Colonial Williamsburg Inn and then the
weekend after that is our Virginia Friends social, wanna come with us to
the social, my sweetie?"

She was so very sweet and together. She always had been, since the day
she first walked into my life those five or so years ago. She always been,
since the day she first kissed my lips as a lover those four years and
eleven months and twenty-nine days ago. She always would be, despite the
fact that after living together as wife & wife while hooking the johns as
fuckbuddies by night and being as close to married as two women could be
during the day which is other people's night after two and a half years
Jorge whom to this day still swears that Sarah was the first working girl
he had ever been with stopped in the truckstop and within five minutes of
meeting my wife, the love of my life up to that point, had paid her two
thousand cash for the next twenty-four hours and the following day she had
quit the business and pledged her heart to him, ripping mine out in the
process.

Not that she quit the business entirely. She loved sex way too much for
that. She loved have multiple partners way too much for that.

She had just started buying a home which was our home at the time up in
Little Switzerland which is about twenty-some miles up the road aways' away
from Richmond and didn't want to leave the area. Jorge really couldn't
leave his job as some sort of consultant to one of the Beltway Bandit Firms
that line the outerloop around D.C. and move down here to be here with
her, not full-time at least, the commute was just too much of a hassle to
make on a daily basis, but since he traveled a lot all over the country and
overseas too they decided that she could continue to work some for me until
he could make other work arrangements and be with her more. He made way
over six figures and they didn't need her to work for the money, he just
let her because he loved her that much and she still enjoyed doing it.

But she still wanted me out of the house. No, he wanted me out of the
house, not her. I can understand. I would have wanted the same thing. I
had been renting my doublewide out to a nice young couple and moved back in
with them, it was mine for pete's sakes to begin with, until they found a
new place and moved out. At least I had been smart enough not to sell it
to them even though they wanted to buy it from me. I dunno, maybe
something in the back of my mind, maybe some little bird had whispered to
me that as much as I was in love with Sarah and she me for me not to get
rid of what was at the time the one equity asset I had in this whole world,
not since it was in my name well the bank's name but you know what I mean
and if she and I were ever to split up though I never really thought we
would it would still be mine.


I didn't leave immediately. I locked myself in a spare bedroom and
cried like a mother for three solid days. It was only when the Patels
finally showed up on that third day with Sarah in tow and told me either
quit being such a fucking baby and get myself together and get back to work
right then or I was as good as fired. I really didn't believe them but
didn't want to take a chance. I asked them for the rest of the day off and
gave them my word that I'd be back at work the following day.

That afternoon, Sarah and I drove up I-95 to Alexandria to a little B&B;
which a riverview of the Potomac that she had shown me when we first got
together and which had become a little romantic getaway in the time we had
been together. We just talked and talked about things. She still deeply
loved me, was in love with me. She just loved Jorge more. She thought she
was lesbian after she had met me, we had been more than lovers for almost
three years for Chris'sakes, but the moment Jorge asked her for coffee and
the breakfast special she had fallen head over lowheels for him. Yeah, she
still loved me. Yeah, she hoped I didn't hate her. How could I hate her?
I loved her. She still wanted us to be lovers sometimes, just not all the
time, and not as a couple any longer. Where's some frigging nitric acid to
pour on an ex-lover's car when you need it? Sorry, I didn't say that. We
talked all night and held each other close in bed but didn't make love.
When the truth of morning sunlight came into our room, I knew it was over.

And not two freaking weeks after that, after getting back into the
routine, that old dilapidated but large barn on the steep lot between the
Exxon and the Hardee's just a mile or so down the road from Peru 69 closer
to the Interstate came up for sale. It was an old barn from the time way
back when before I-95 had been cut through way back whenever when all this
area was still mostly farmland and while lots had been sold around it and
gas stations and fast food places now surrounded it, it had stood proud if
worn, defying the world to give a shit about it.

I dunno, I just had a feeling about, so I called the number on the sign.
Yep, I was right. They only wanted $75,000 for it. The lot I knew by
itself had to be worth at least three or four times that. Of course there
was a catch. The owners, an elderly couple that used to own a hundred
acres around it and had sold it off piecemeal, wanted the old barn and the
three other smaller outbuildings not just restored but preserved and all
that had to be in the deed of trust. The barn and land had been in the
elderly gentleman's family for two hundred years and he wanted what was
left to be preserved as his family's legacy.

Let's see, a lot worth three to four hundred thousand selling for less
than twenty-five percent of its value, and all I had to do is restore the
barn? And they would do owner-financing as well? Oh yeah.

Not two days later Sarah came in to help pull a shift for me, three of
my girls having quit the past week and I hadn't had time to get any
replacements, and mentioned that she had noticed the old barn for sale and
that it would be perfect for her, for her to do her folk pottery in that
she had always wanted to pursue even though she knew it was in bad shape
and would require a ton of money to fix up but that was no problem since
Jorge made very large bucks. Damn, I wanted that piece of property, it
would be perfect for something like she was suggesting.



My mind went into rapid overdrive and then I made my pitch. If I could
buy it, I'd pay for all the needed repairs and then let her set up her
pottery and art studio inside it. I'd keep all equity of the property and
she would make what money she could from sales of her pots and paintings
and all.

If she'd make a commitment to me, damn, what a fucking thing to say
considering I thought we had been committed to each other but apparently
not, if she'd make a commitment to staying and growing the business then
I'd assume financial responsibility for everything except her salary, her
supplies and incidentals, the utilities, and any other inventory she might
bring in. She jumped at it and within a month began creating her studio
and gallery space there and within three months we were opened for business
and immediately began drawing good traffic in off the highway especially
after that first billboard went up five or six months afterwards.

Yeah, at first it kinda stretched me thin, especially if my girls didn't
have a good week but I always kept my word and made all my payments on
time.

Jorge came made it a point to be there for Sarah's, our, first
anniversary of having been open for business for one year, we throwing a
little soir�e that featured several well-known regional potters now
featured in our gallery showing up in person and even the Richmond Times
sent a reporter out to cover the event, the photographer taking a group
photo of Sarah, myself and Jorge. Yeah, kinda obvious what happened next,
hu?

He wasn't a bad guy, even though he had stolen my Sarah away from me.
He was a very nice guy, very well-spoken, very mannerly. And in bed, his
first threesome ever, Sarah and I made love for the first time in over a
year, not just had sex that night but made real love the way we used to or
at least a reasonable facsimile of the passion we used to feel and the real
friendship we still felt for each other. And for a guy, Jorge was okay.
He tried to be a gentleman as best he could, and wasn't jealous at all when
Sarah and I would get lost in each other.

Soon after that Sarah talked him into going to a Virginia Friends swing
club social and they became an active swing couple after they became
members. She and I started seeing each other every now and then, she would
still pull a shift for me if I really got in a bind but the gallery and her
pottery and art now consumed most of her time so I tried not to ask her to
hook for me unless I was really caught short-handed badly, and we became
closer and closer friends still.

Friends. Yeah, even though we still sometimes got together and had sex
and sometimes included Jorge other times not he not caring or jealous, I
was in Sarah's "friend zone" and not her wife or lover-zone. What the fuck
ever. Still, yeah, I love her.

"I dunno, Hon', I'll have to see. Business has been weird lately; one
night I could keep twenty girls busy, the very next night there'll be
barely enough princes to keep just me busy."

"You know I'll always help out when you get swamped if you ask me,
Sweety" she now embracing me as the middle-age Midwestern couple pushed the
double front doors open not having bought anything.

"Yeah, I know, and thanks. You know how much I love you?" my eyes
searching hers as my hand found the outline of her bum through her pants
and my lips brushed hers once again.

"Yeah, I know; I love you too."


The silence between mirrored the gulf apart of past hurts and
disappointments and anger even more. God I love her so much.

"Yeah, maybe I'll try to go to the social with you and Jorg', when, the
weekend after next, yeah, I'll try. Need to run, Hon', gotta get back to
business."

"I know" we stepping back from each other slowly as our arms kept
extended hands touching for the longest time before she finally pulled away
from me to turn to get back to work as I backstepped towards the front door
"I'll tell Jorg' that you're a strong maybe for Virginia Friends, he'll be
happy to hear that, he really does like you, you know that."

The joint was jumping when I got back. Probably thirty or forty
truckers on their side, maybe a hundred civilians on their side of the
restaurant. Every single shower stall for the truckers was in use and had
a waiting list of fifteen or so wanting showers. Even the motel was at
half capacity which seldom hit that high a percentage of occupancy and cars
and trucks continued to pour into the lot. It was going to be a busy
night.

"Jackie, start making phone calls, get everyone in who can come in, it
looks like it's going to be a very good night, gotta go pee and I'll be
right back" as the rush of food and girls made their respective ways from
the kitchen to the dining room and from the dining room to the trucks and
to the motel even too.

"I already have, Boss, and most are coming in tonight to help out;
there's a J waiting for you, didn't give his name but said you and he have
been together before, wants an Oreo with you and Henny and a buddy of his"
an "Oreo" being a threeway with a white chick and black chick with him in
the middle and normally costing a minimum of two Franklins ($100 bills) per
girl for just half an hour or three Franklins for about an hour plus
expected tip.

"Who is he?" Jackie following me into the ladies' room as we continued
to talk.

"Didn't say, he's driving a Wal-Mart reefer and wears glasses and a Cubs
baseball cap?"

"Yeah, I know who he is" my panties being pulled up after wiping myself
"but with the extra guy it'll be extra, a Franklin-full-fister for each" or
five one-hundred dollar bills total for the two them having hour of having
the pleasure of a multiracial lesbian/biwoman couple at their disposal.

"Yeah, that's what I told him, and he showed me the money, they're in
Motel Heaven, room number tw-oh-three."

"Oh well, time to get to work, gotta get some back-time so I can have
some pay-time."


He and his buddy wanted to watch Henrietta and myself do a nice lesbian
scene for the first half-hour or so. That was always easy money, the
easiest.

"Suck my c*nt, b*tch!" I screamed at Henny as she dove between my legs
"suck my clit good, now, my black b*tch!" my hands grasping either side of
her head and pulling her face hard to my crotch as she bobbed up and down
between my legs.

Yeah, Henny was pretty good, but really now, she wasn't that good. She
wasn't even bi that much except doing girl-girl scenes for money, so-called
"gay for pay". For five hundred thins, though, she'd have happily
pretended to be a three-legged Martian with a yeast infection if'n that's
what the john wanted her to be right then.

"Urrrh, urrrgggg, urrrrgggggg!!!" was all she pretended to be able to
manage as he exaggerated licking of my pussy continued for a few moments as
the johns now stood beside the bed and slowly jacked themselves hard, my
old client now naked scooting on the bed with us for his Oreo.

"Lick her clit while I fuck her, Jen" Henny and I moving around to a
more or less comfortable sixty-nine across the bed with me on the bottom,
he standing at the side of the bed and entering her from behind for a few
moments before gently pushing us both to where he wanted us to be, he on
top of me, his breath stinking of good scotch and bad pot, and Henny beside
us as we lay lengthwise on the bed, she sucking me boobs and kissing me as
the other dude starting fisting her before entering her from the rear.

"Yeah, yeah, YWEAH, Baby, that cock, that cock' so, so DamNeD good,
gimme that cock Baby, see Henny sucking my tits, that turn you on Baby?,
yeah Yeah, like her licking your cock while you fuck me me Baby?, Yeay,
Yeah, come on Baby, gimme that wonderful cock of yours, give it to me,
NOW!" as he finally filled his latex penile umbrella to protect himself
from my potential rain as I clamped down on his cock as hard as I could
almost to the point where I knew it would be painful for him but no matter
forty-five minutes had passed and I knew there was a holding pattern of
cocks with wallets waiting for me.

"Wow, Jenny, you and Henny were just beyond incredible tonight, here's
an extra hundred for you both" his face and voice already fading from my
memory as he put his clothes back on as was his buddy so they could go back
to the front desk and retrieve their room deposit before heading out.

Cheap motherfucker. He'd spent five hundred on us as had his buddy too
but that had only tipped us a single Franklin total or just fifty each or
just ten percent of the upfront price. Cheap mutha indeed. If he came
back again, next time his cock would leave with some teeth marks.

Back inside the restaurant, Noel had come in for a few hours to try to
help out with the customer load almost all tables and counter stools having
fannies in and on them and customers for food being neglected a little as
hookers playing waitresses kept flitting in and out and patrons started
openly grumbling about lousy service. I really did need more "straight"
waitresses who didn't hook, but that was impractical most of the time since
we needed to keep our cover going and acting as waitresses was a good way
for potential johns to take a good look at the merchandise.

Noel was giving the quick orientation drill to Charlotte Loring AKA
"Charlie", a new girl I had "traded" for, giving up Becka one of my better
income producers for the past year but who never could lick the crack, I
mean, never could successfully quit crack cocaine and that's just something
I never put up with so I had sent her down the road to another truckstop
brothel, the madam of it sending me Charlotte who was pretty and young but
dumb as a fence post and with a blank expression on her face that seldom
changed and with no personality to speak of didn't do that much business
let alone develop a stable of regulars but I was sure I could change that
much as I'm sure my fellow proprietor of female flesh felt she could
somehow salvage Becka or she wouldn't have traded with me. At nineteen
more or less and a petite build and straight blond hair, even if all she
could utter was "moo" I was sure I could turn her into a revenue stream
generator.

Yeah, there is an informal network of other truckstop and similar
bordello operators in the Virginia, North and South Carolina, Georgia,
Tennessee and Maryland and West Virginia region. We all know each other,
more or less trust each other, can pick up the phone and trade girls with
one another, rotating existing at least some existing stock out every few
weeks being necessary to keep fresh faces present and smiling at the johns
which means more revenue for all, and within the gossip network can warn
each other if a girl is too much of a druggie or headcase or if an owner is
trying to get too greedy or anything else that needs to be known by all.

"Charlie, this is Jenny, your new boss" said Noel as she touched
Charlotte's shoulder to turn her around to face me a little better as I
came up from behind her, she smiling at me with crosseyes her right eye
going in one direction and her left one in another, very disconcerting to
say the least but she did have a pleasant face and demeanor about her as
her hand extended to take mine.

"Good to met you, Charlie, I'm sure you'll find it nice here, let me
know if there's anything I can do, as soon as Noel gets through with your
orientation I want you to be available for johns tonights, are you okay
with that, Hon'?"

"Yes, Jenny, sure, I'll be happy to, that's why I'm here!" her smile
being as pleasant as her eyes were crossing and moving crazily as could be.

"Did you move your things to your room at Motel Heaven yet?"

"No, but they're in the van and the U-Haul, I'll be fine for tonight.
Jenny, is it true that a lot of girls clear a thousand or more a night here
even before tips?" she turning to head to the kitchen with Noel and I
following closely behind for a second before Yummy came over to me to
whisper something in my ear.

"Yes, that's true, after they make their monthly nut, yes, especially on
a night like tonight. Myself, I'll probably clear about fifteen myself
unless things really die down later."

"Cool! Good meeting you."

"You two, and don't hesitate to ask if there's anything I can do" as I
made my way to the end of the counter to talk to a J about a Jackson. Poor
old bloke had been waiting almost an hour for his $20 handjob and all the
other girls had been too busy with higher priced spreads to take care of
him.


It didn't take two minutes inside his cabover to get his seeds from
inside to outside of him and he seemed pleased by my touch, even tipping me
a tenner to go with my Andrew Jackson Presidential Twenty for the less than
One-Hundred-Twenty Seconds worth of work.


Then another $20 handjob then another and another and another and
another and another after that then a fifty dollar "Grant" hand-and-blowjob
and then another one of those and then another six or seven Jacksons and
then even more Grants and Jacksons. You really don't make shit doing
Jacksons and Grants, not even doing a bunch of them quickly right in a row,
but you do them because you have to and they're better than no chashflow at
all and most importantly you're hoping that if you do a good job especially
with new clients but also keeping existing ones happy then they'll use you
for straight fuck-Franklins or hour-long including anal and more if they
want it Double-Franklins which is where you pocket your real coins, at
least that's been my experience and I have been doing this for some years
now. At least by taking care of the cheapies too I was keeping my working
girls busy hopefully doing Franklins and Double-Franklins and getting my
ten percent cut off their higher-end laborings.

"wh*r*, I'm not through, you suck it until I'm dry, understand?"


I looked up at this nameless piece of worthless shit that was an
embarrassment to all men everywhere and the glint of dawnsun pierced right
into the back of my left eye to where it was almost painful. At least he
was my last one, personally, for the night. Still had money to do and some
paperwork but no big. Guys like this moron often think they're in charge
when they pay for sex but they have no real fucking clue and I'm not about
to tell them. Fuck him. He was mine. Next time he'd want me to do a
Two-Franklin and I would and he'd be through in less than fifteen minutes
after I got through with him.

"Yes, Master" that old "Master" word I just knew and was right would be
a trigger for him, his legs stiffening out in this shortish bunk in the
sleeper section of his truck cab as the last bit of his come crossed my
lips as I finished my suck of him.

"Good, slave. What was your name, slave?" he now grinning ear-to-ear.
Yeah, I had him, had him good, he'd be a regular from now on.

"Jenny, Master, just like it says here on my waitress' name tag, Jenny"
I pointing to the cheap piece of plastic with the cheaper thin labelmaker'd
name stuck to it on the front of my workdress "I'm also the manager here."

"Good to meet you, Jenny, I'm Marcus, call me Master Marcus, please" he
pulling his pants up and redoing his belt before sliding out of the bunk
and onto his seat next to me as I got one of his Marlboros from the pack
atop the dash even though I seldom if ever smoke, taking a deep drag in
anticipation of what I'd knew would be next.

"Good to meet you Master Marcus, I hope you don't mind, I've had a long
night, really do need a cigarette."

"No, please, help yourself, Jenny, I mean, slave" he lighting one up as
well as I d****d my leg over his as we sat close to each other and both of
us took deep drags from our fags.



I felt like telling me I wasn't a wh*r*, have never liked being called
that, but hey I am one so what can I say. Him calling me that told me more
about him than it told him about me. He nibbled at the bait, time to reel
him in.

"Well, my shift is over, had a long night, need to run, you take care"
my hand fishing for the passenger-side doorhandle.

"Uh, slave? Uh, Jenny?" he almost panicked as I quickly scooted down to
asphalt level.

"Yes, Master Marcus?"

It was time to set the hook.

"Do you ever do any B and D or S and M type stuff?" his
six-day-old-stubbly-bearded face looking like a little boy's asking his
mommy if he could go out and play.

"Uh, yeah, depending. What did you have in mind?"

"Uhhhmmm, tie you up some, blindfold you, put clothespins on your tits
and nipples, spank you with a hairbrush some, maybe a few strokes with a
crop? Do you do things like that?"

"Uh, yeah, as long as it doesn't leave bruises or marks on me after
we're through. Half an hour will be three Franklins for me plus one for
the chaperone."

"We don't need a chaperone, I want it to be just us."

"Sorry, Master, but no can do, not for the first time or two at least;
has to be another girl there with a cellphone who just sits and watches us
and nothing else, she won't let you play with her or she you, she's just
there to make sure things stay cool."

"I don't know about that. I want us to be by ourselves and three
hundred seems high."

"Sorry, my Master, but that's the price and those are the rules. I
really do enjoy being tied up and spanked either over the knee with your
hand or a hairbrush and I really enjoy clothespins and hot wax drippings
from candles and even like the feel of a good leather riding crop on my
butt as long as it's not hard enough to leave marks, and after you tied me
up and spank and whip me some I'll suck your cock until you come, it's part
of the deal too, but it's really up to you" his eyes now wider than the
saucers underneath the cup a' joes inside my nearby food and sex emporium.
I am such a good liar to my johns, they believe every single word I say,
because they want to believe those words.

"Can we make an appointment next week, slave Jenny?" his hand turning
the ignition key as he play with his dashboard controls and fired his rig
up to get ready to leave.

"I'm here most days, Master, I don't do appointments, not unless they're
for all night or longer, just show up and I'll be around, promise."

"Thanks Jenny-slave, I'll see you soon" black smoke belching from his
tailpipe and from the truck as well as he swung around the sea of asphalt
to head back to Route 69 which was the apron of our driveway and then to
I-95 as I felt the apron of my waitress's uniform and felt more bills there
than I had in a long time.

Back in my office behind the restaurant's kitchen, the Jacksons and
Grants and Franklins came to a total of three thousand three hundred and
sixty, plus about another four hundred in tips.. Damn. My single best
night ever, and I'm sure all my girls had at least as good a' night as I
did. Sixteen hundred and eighty dollars in my pocket for one night's work,
plus four in tips, for a hair over two thousand cash. Damn damn Damn! I
couldn't help but smile, but I was tired. Even poor little cow Charlie,
her first night on the job, had grossed seventeen hundred and sixty plus
another couple of hundred in tips and had that thousand bucks or close to
it that she had asked me if my girls actually made some nights, and was
just giggling she was so happy. I stuffed my envelope in my apron, put the
Patels money and envelope back in my coffee can as the rest of the girls
started coming in to similarly call it a night and Dessie and Carmen came
in to take over the day shift and Jackie showed up to take over for me.

"Go on home, Boss, you look like death warmed over" her arm friendly
wrapping across the back of my shoulders as she stood next to me as I sat
in my chair and counted and divided Shine's money out, Shine having right
at a two thousand dollar night without tips as well but she would only get
twenty percent of it since her monthly nut-date had clicked over two days
before, each of us having a different monthly "start" date where we owed
the Patels seventy percent (plus my 10% off the top, always, of course) so
she stuffed the envelope with her four-ten in it and along with her
two-eighty in tips meant she still took home almost seven hundred in cash,
not a bad night's work at all. Too bad that good night last night didn't
come when she had paid her nut up for the month and she could have taken
home a full fifty percent, but hey, those are the breaks.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I'm not sure why Lori didn't hear me when I came in, I was clomping in
with tired feet and legs like some mule that had been plowing all day, I
should say all night, long but she didn't hear or pay any attention if she
did but no matter. I couldn't help but notice too that the living room had
been straightened up some and the dishes in the sink were gone and had been
run through the dishwasher and put up in the cabinets. She was thoughtful
and appreciative, apparently.


She wasn't in her room when I peeked in. She was sitting on the toilet,
my toilet, next to my garden tub in my master bathroom when I came in,
naked except for a pair of panties at her ankles, a pad very visible inside
them. The garden tub steamed with hot water and bubble bath next to her.
She finally heard my footsteps as I fidgetdly tapped my foot a couple of
times as I leaned against the doorframe between the master bathroom and
master bedroom, her eyes meeting mine as she smiled at me.

"My period started last night, I borrowed one of your Kotex's, I hope
you don't mind" her eyes clear, bright, shining with innocence and love and
looking right at me.

"No, I don't mind, my home is yours too, Lori, whatever you need."



Her smiled beamed at me. A whiff of something I hadn't smelled before
as I came in hit my nostrils. I couldn't help but make a slightly
exaggerated sniff-sniff motion with my nose. It smelled delicious. She
continued to sit on the toilet without the slightest bit of embarrassment,
her eyes now softer looking into mine, melding with them.

Emotions I hadn't felt in a long time, well, not since Sarah, rose to
the surface from the well of my heart deep inside me. No, no, NO! Bad
emotions. Emotions I didn't want. Lori was a potential profit center,
nothing more.

"It's a chicken and rice casserole; hope you don't mind; just wanted to
show you how much I appreciated you letting me stay here; found an old hen
in the freezer and you had enough Uncle Ben's rice to make the rest of it;
hope you like chicken."



Yeah, and fish too. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her beauty was
just ten feet and ten lightyears away from me.

"Yeah, it smells great, I get tired of truckstop food, let me tell you"
my weight now shifting as I stood away from the doorframe and slowly walked
towards her.

"I can guess. I drew up a hot bath, figured you might like it. Want me
to join you, Jenny?"


Damn Damn DAMN! I couldn't help but look away for a moment, my eyes
finding the tops of her feet as I moved in closer for the kill, close to be
next to her still. Her body language was relaxed as she stood next to the
tub, her hand outstretched to take mine. Her right foot flicked her bloody
padded panties off to one side.

"Yes, that was very nice of you Lori, the casserole, the bath,
everything" as I gently embraced her.



She looked at me and smiled. Her lips lightly kissed mine as she held
me closer to her, her naked warmth being diffused by my cheap waitress
dress which was quickly shucked off.

"I've never been with a woman before, Jenny, but I've always been a
little curious about being with a woman. Would you like to be my first?"
the innocence of her truth melting both my heart and my pussy.


Would the pope wipe bear's ass after he shit in the woods? I pulled her
even tighter to me and firmly groped her left breast and pulled on her
nipple some.

"Yes, Lori, I'd be honored to be your first" whispered through kisses.

"My period, will my period make any difference?" my hand now parting her
thighs to show her that it wouldn't as we stepped into the garden tub.

"Not to me it won't unless it will to you."

"Uh-uh, not to me. Just show me, Jenny, show me how to make love to
you, make love to me, show me" she slipping under the foamy-topped water as
she pulled me closer to her once more, my lips finding a nipple and sucking
as I held it close to me while my other hand massaged her other breast and
roughly pinched her nipple but only to excite and not hurt her, figuring
she was like most women and had tender breasts and nipples "during" which
can be used to a lover's advantage if they know how.

"Ohhh, uuuhhhh, aaahhhhhh!!!" nice noises of pleasure coming from her.

"Scoot up on the side of the tub and spread your legs for me, Hon', let
me show you something no man has ever done for you I bet."

She leaned back against the faux tiled wall behind the tub and spread
her legs for me as I dove deep and hard, my mouth finding her clit and my
hand spreading her c*ntal lips to begin a nice slow but firm frig of her,
she lightly bucking back and forth to the offered rhythms of my hand as it
slid in and out of her, its pinkish tinge from her blood only exciting me
more as I took her lesbian virginities plural for all I was worth.

"God, Jenny, you're right, I've never experienced anything like that, no
man has ever given me head on my period before let alone fist me, good God
Jenny, what are you doing to me, it feels ssoooo gggooodddddddd!!!" my
little pinky slipping inside her bummy as my other four fingers continued
to work her pussy deeper and deeper and harder and faster as my tongue
bathed her lips and clit as I wished and she cried out for more.

"Just relax and enjoy, just relax."

"Easy for you to say" she quipped between deep breaths trying to suck in
enough oxygen for her deeply.

"Lori like?" my hand now out and my tongue shoved as far inside her as I
could possibly push it.

"Lori loves! Jeez-Us, Jen, where did you learn to do that?"

"I'm a lesbian, silly girl" I slyly replied as I began playfully chewing
on her labial lips and resumed an easy two-finger deep frig of her as she
arched her back against the cheap two-sided plastic faux tile wall
enclosure of the garden tub.

"Then I want to be a lesbian too! Show me, Jenny, show me how to make
love to a woman, show me how to make love to you!" her breath now very
irregular and very deep still.

"Not a problem; switch places with me."


She just stared at my vagina as I opened my legs up for her as I leaned
back against the corner walls behind the tub like she had never seen a c*nt
before. Come to think of it, maybe she really hadn't.

"It's beautiful, like a flower, and it smells, so, so nice."

Yeah, right. Something like twelve guys had shot their spunk inside it
last night and I hadn't douched and she thought it smelled nice. Yeah, if
you think an open sewer smells nice you might think my gloryhole smells
nice. She was trying to be so sweet.

"Just suck and lick on it like you think you'd like to have done to you;
remember what I just did to you, what felt good to you, do the same things
to me, we're both women and we're both made the same, what felt good to you
will feel good to me; now, suck my clit, Lori, play with my pussy, frig me
some, do what you want, make love to me, make love to me."

I closed my eyes and went back to that special place where Sarah and I
used to be. When I opened my eyes back up even though I could have sworn
it was Sarah's tongue lapping at my clit and lips it wasn't her but was
Lori, sweet little innocent Lori, sweet little innocent Lori whom as
attracted as I was to her would have to soon corrupt and make her one of my
wh*r*s. For a moment it felt like she might be "the one" or at least the
next one, the next special lady I could spend many happy years together
with. I closed my eyes once again as much to my surprise Lori's tongue now
bathed my asshole a little, something I hadn't done to her yet. I kept my
eyes closed and for another moment it felt like it was Sarah's tongue there
as it had been so many times before and in my mind's eyes I saw Sarah
between my legs so sweetly tonguing my asshole and then the image of Sarah
doing so faded and then the image become sweet little innocent Lori and
then the image but not sensation of her faded from my inside my heart, too.

"Jenny like?" she sweetly mocking me a little as her eyes met mine from
her perch in the tub between my legs.

"Yeah, Jenny likes, but I had a hard night and this is killing my back,
let's go to the bedroom, grab a towel and a couple of washcloths."

I kissed her as my arm easily went around her shoulder and her arm went
around my waist.

"Thank you for the most special night I've had in a long time,
Jenn-knee" she lying on her back as I scooted a towel under her butt.

"My pleasure." There was nothing more to say.

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