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Food ~ Exit 181

By

PlanetDweller

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


"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 & Whores 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 raped 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 façade 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 soirée 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 cunt, bitch!" I screamed at Henny as she dove between my
legs "suck my clit good, now, my black bitch!" 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.

"Whore, 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 draped 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 whore, 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 cuntal 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 cunt 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 whores. 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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