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Black Mamba

   Shooter3704

   It had been nearly ten years but I recognized her.  She hadn't changed
all that much.  In fact she was prettier now then she had been in high
school.  I knew her because she ran with a crowd that I sometimes ran with.
You know, not actually "in" the group but a sometimes replacement.  Jill
Jordan wasn't someone I was likely to ever forget.  I had a big time crush
on her.  We never dated or anything.  I just admired her from afar and lost
contact after graduation.  By the way, I'm Travis Tolliver.

   I couldn't imagine what the hell she was doing in that part of town.  I
sure wouldn't have been if I had a choice.  My car decided to give me
trouble and finally just quit.  I was waiting on AAA to come rescue me. 
When I first saw Jill she was standing on the corner as if she were waiting
on a ride.  As I watched, trying to decide if I wanted to go over to her, a
black man approached her and they conversed for a few minutes.  At one
point he raised his hand in a hostile manner and Jill cringed.

   After the man walked away I sat and wondered about the situation.  I've
never been accused of being the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm not
stupid either.  It finally dawned on me that Jill must be a prostitute. 
She was waiting on a john and the black guy must have been her pimp.  While
I watched and waited on the people from triple A I saw her get into various
cars and drive into an alley.  The time in the alley varied from ten
minutes to twenty minutes.

   After watching for nearly an hour I saw a fancy sports car make a u-turn
and stop beside her.  She waved at the driver, a white guy and hurriedly
jumped into the car and it sped away.  As it went past me I saw Jill
hugging the driver and giving him a big smooch.  They went passed the alley
entrance.

   I'll be the first to admit that I'm not overly knowledgeable about the
prostitution business but that didn't look kosher to me.  I turned and got
the tag number from the car as it went past me and wrote it down on the
back of my hand.  I didn't know why, but I did.

   AAA finally arrived and towed my car in.  The wrecker driver was nice
enough to give me a ride to a cab stand and I took a taxi on home to my
bachelor apartment.  I had been baching it for over a year since my wife,
Marylyn, left me.  Actually it was a mutual decision based on the fact that
she had grown to despise me.  The joke's on her.  She had no more than
hauled ass out of town with her personal trainer from the gym when an
uncle, I barely knew I had, died and I inherited a bundle of money and
property.  If you think I was stupid enough to get in touch with the ex and
tell her of my good fortune, your even dumber than you think I am.

   So I found myself, at the tender age of twenty-eight, a wealthy
play-boy. Actually I wasn't a play-boy.  I didn't know how to be one.  I
had spent ten years, more if you count the part time work during high
school, working my ass off.  Working doesn't leave a lot of time for the
good life.  Marylyn and I married young.way too young.  We both had come
from blue collar families and we wanted it all.  We worked, both of us, and
saved our money.  Not that saving it did me any good.  The bitch took it
all with her when she left.

   By the time I got home and changed clothes I had nearly forgotten Jill.
It wasn't until I started to wash my hands and saw the tag number that I
remembered.  I called a friend who had a friend that works at the DMV.  I
had the name of the car owner in less than fifteen minutes.  It was
registered to Sean Collins of 1254 North Avenue C.  The name was familiar,
but I couldn't place it.  I had the information, but didn't have any idea
what to do with it.  I wrote the information down and forgot about it.



   It took the repair shop three days to tell me that it would take six
weeks to fix my car.  Since I became rich I drove fancier cars.  This one
was a high dollar import and I have developed a theory that the more a car
costs, the longer it takes to fix them.  Also they break-down more often.
My ten year old Ford Tarsus was parked behind my apartment building, and it
took exactly an hour to recharge the battery, start it up, and drive off.
There is a moral there if you want to look for it.

   One of the building I inherited was an abandoned five story storage
building.  The company that had occupied it moved out long before I came on
the scene.  I was in the process of converting it to a condo apartment
complex.

   Since the old storage building had been empty for a long time it took an
act of congress to get the power turned back on.  First they had to inspect
and make sure that it wouldn't burn to the ground when it was powered back
up.  That took two days and another day for some asshole to go throw the
switch.

   Two more days to get an design company to look at it and another week to
get some drawings of what they thought I wanted.  They recommended a
contracting company that I immediately wrote off as a bad deal.  I'm fairly
rich and I plan on keeping some of my money, by not giving it to a bunch of
over-priced yuppie contractors.  Being thrifty is a hard habit to break.

   I spent twenty minutes letting my finger stroll through the yellow pages
and found a contracting company that suited me just fine.  I met with them
on a Monday and they had my living quarters done enough so that I could
move in by the following Monday.  I took the whole top floor, and we
installed new heating and air conditioning and all new electrical wiring.

   For the next month the contractor had two full crews working on my
building.  I tried to help out, but it soon became obvious that they
considered me someone to work around.  They didn't actually tell me to get
out of the way, but I could tell it was what they were thinking.

   It was when I was moving my furniture into my new quarters that I saw
the slip of paper I had written the tag information on.  Since I wasn't
gainfully employed, I decided to go look at 1254 North Avenue C.  I was
still driving the old Ford which was out of place on Avenue C.  It was a
street where the rich live.  Snazzy town houses, with doormen and places
where a cup of coffee cost five bucks.

   I found a spot where I could see number1254 and parked, getting a hard
look from a couple of people who walked by with their fancy and totally
worthless dogs.  I sat and wondered what I was doing for nearly an hour. 
My tenacity was rewarded by the arrival of the car that I saw downtown.  A
man, Sean Collins I assumed.  got out and went in the townhouse.  He was
back in a few moments with Jill Jordan .  Jill was dressed much like she
had been the last time I saw her.  Short skirt that barely covered her ass,
a blouse that was sheer that even from where I sat I could see her nipples.
Super high heels completed her out fit.  Jill was dressed like a whore.  A
whore from yuppieville, but a whore none the less.

   I followed them back to the seedy downtown area when I had first seen
her.  She got out and got on her corner.  The guy drove off with a wave of
his hand and a silly toot of his horn.  I parked and carefully made my way
closer to where Jill did her stroll.  I found a doorway I could stand in
while I spied on her.

   Over the next hour or so several men approached her, a quick discussion
held and into the alley.  Occasionally she would go into the alley in a
car. After a couple of hours the little sports car pulled up, Jill jumped
in and they left.

   "You want to party sugar?" a voice behind me asked.  I turned to see a
heavily painted black woman with a lot of age on her and even more hard
mileage.  "I can give you things you never had before." I opened my mouth
to tell the old hag that I didn't want leprosy or crotch rot.  I changed my
mind.

   "Not right now," I said as pleasantly as I could.  "That gal that just
drove away.  You know her?"

   "Yeah, that's Judy," the old crone said showing me that she didn't have
any front teeth.  "Wastin' your time with her.  She only comes down here a
couple times a week.  Mostly only gives blowjobs.  A man like you needs to
skink his big ol' cock deep in a woman.  Am I right?"

   I gave the old hag a twenty and found out that Jill, who showed up on
the street as Judy, always came on Tuesdays and Fridays afternoons at about
the same time.  I also met Petey the pimp who 'owned' that part of the
street.

   "Yeah I know who you're talkin' 'bout," Petey said.  It cost me fifty
just to get him to talk with me.  "Calls herself Judy.  She a head whore
mostly.  Only charges twenty for head.  I mostly don't give her no grief
'cause she don't take no serious trade away from my bitches.  She prances
around, flashes some skin for a couple hours, blows a few dudes, and
leaves." He smiled showing me a lot of gold.  I made a deal with Petey for
Friday.  He seemed pleased at the prospects of an easy hundred bucks not to
interfere in my plans

   The next day I did some detective work.  I found out why the name Sean
Collins was familiar to me.  Sean was a city councilman and had been in the
papers a lot.  He was odds on favorite to be the next mayor according to my
sources.  A mover and shaker in local politics.  I also found out that Jill
and Sean were living together but not married.  I racked my brain trying to
figure out why someone like Sean Collins would have any dealings with a
head whore.  Then I spent some time trying to figure out why a beautiful
woman like Jill would be in illicit sex business.  With her looks and
figure she could make a bundle as a call girl.  It was a long way from
Avenue C to an alley off Euclid Street.

   On Friday I waited until I saw Jill and what's his name drive up.  When
the guy was out of sight I drove up to where Jill or Judy waited.

   "Hi," she said brightly leaning down to look in the window showing me a
lot of cleavage.  "Want to party?"

   "How much?" I inquired.  I was wearing a fake mustache and glasses.  I
hoped I didn't look as stupid as I felt.

   "I do head for twenty," she answered cheerfully.

   "Okay," I said.  "Get in and let's party." She opened the door and got
in.

   "Pull into that alley," she said pointing to the entrance.  I drove
passed the alley and turned at the next block.  When she realized that I
wasn't turning into her alley, she looked around.  I knew she was looking
for Petey.



   "Ah, look mister," Jill said hugging the passenger door.  "I'm not.You
better stop this car and let me out.  You're going to get in a lot of
trouble.  You are making a huge mistake."

   "Really," I said.  "I think you are a street walker and I think I paid
your pimp for your service.  What's the mistake?" In all honestly I had not
thought much past getting her into my car.  I was winging it.

   "No, you see I'm not really a prostitute," Jill said "I'm an undercover
cop.  Stop now and." she stopped talking about being a cop when I laughed.
"This is not real," she said softly.

   "It's real to me," I said calmly.

   "Pull in to an alley and I'll give you some free head," she said
hurriedly.

   "Now that won't do me any good will it?  I still won't have any pussy."
Tears were running down her heavily made up cheeks.  I decided to end the
game I was playing.

   "Relax Jill," I said.  "I'll settle for a hand job and a kiss." I was at
my storage/apartment building by that time.  I pulled in behind it and
parked.  I took the fake mustache and glasses off and tossed them onto the
dash.  "What the hell are you doing, Jill?" She was staring at me.

   "Travis?  Travis Tolliver?  Is that you?" she said.

   "Sure is Jill, I mean Judy," I answered with a grin.  "I say again, what
the hell are you doing playing whore?"

   "God!  You scared the hell out of me," she said with a sobbing laugh. 
"My heart is racing like crazy.  Where on earth did you come from? 
Why?.What?.Travis Tolliver.  I haven't seen you since.I don't remember the
last time." Suddenly she changed from frightened to pissed.  "What the hell
do you mean scaring me like that?  Who do you think you are?"

   "I saw you a few week ago," I said.  "I said to myself, Travis that's
ol' Jill Jordan and she's on the stroll.  Things must not be going well for
your old high school friend.  You need to help her out.  Throw a little
business her way.' Of course that was before I knew you were picked up and
delivered in a fancy sports car." She stared at me without speaking even
though she looked like she wanted to say something.  "So Judy, how's it
going?"

   "Damn you, Travis Tolliver!" she said half laughing.  "I'm still shaking
like a leaf, you bastard.  Why did you do that?"

   "Not sure, Jill," I answered honestly.  "Truthfully I didn't intend on
scaring you.  Why are you playing whore?"

   "I do it because." she paused and look away.  "It's not for the money or
anything.  I have a.a friend and he wants me to."

   "That would be councilman Sean Collins?" I asked knowing the answer. 
"I'm getting the impression you don't care much for the game, so why do
it?"

   "Look, Travis," she said.  "It's a long complicated story."

   "I'm in no hurry, Jill.  Tell me a long complicated story." I took her
up to my still under construction apartment.  She seemed impressed.  We sat
down in my still under construction living room.

   "So, Judy or Jill," I said.  "Tell me a long complicated story."

   Jill's story:

   After high school I started college but found out pretty quick I
couldn't cut it in college I'm more the cheerleader-prom queen type.  It
was costing my folks a lot of hard earned money and I felt bad so I quit
school and went to work.  I had several jobs.  Store clerk, parking lot
attendant, and that sort of thing.  Most of the time I wasn't making enough
to support myself.

   I was working two jobs and neither of them paying very much.  I saw an
ad in a throwaway paper for models and I applied.  It was at a studio in
Center City.  It was a week and two days after my nineteenth birthday.  I
was shocked that I got a job.  I mean I knew that I had a good figure and
that I was pretty.  I was told that from the day I was born.

   What surprised me was that I got a job out of the hundreds of girls that
applied.  The day I went to Center City to be interviewed there were dozens
of great looking girls there.  Some had experience and I didn't have any to
speak of.  Sure, some of my boyfriends took pictures of me, but nothing
professional.

   I was excited when the man told me I was in the top five, and would have
a second interview.  Four of us waited while the first girl had her
interview.  I was so nervous I was shaking.  I overheard two of the girls
talking.  One mentioned she did nudes and she thought that was what the job
was all about.  That caused me to start thinking.  Would I do nudes?

   I didn't have a lot of time to consider it.  I was called in next and
that was the first question the photographer asked me.  I didn't think
about it.  I just wanted that job bad and I said yes, I would do nudes.

   The first time I did nudes it was typical men's magazine stuff.  I did
several shoots like that.  The pay was all right but nothing to write home
about.  At the time I was living with two other girls in a seedy apartment.
One of the girls, Linda, told me about a company that made video's.  She
said they paid five hundred dollars a session and that I should give them a
call.  Five hundred dollars sounded like a lot right then because I was
barely making it from paycheck to paycheck.  That was about the time my dad
got sick and had lost his hardware store and he and mom were having a tough
time making ends meet so there was no help there.

   I called the Diamond Control Group and made an appointment for an
interview.  I found out when I got to their studio that they strictly made
pornographic films.  I almost turned and left but I didn't even have cab
fare and it was a long way to the bus stop.  Out of desperation I waited
for the interview.

   I was first interviewed by a woman.  I don't remember her name, but it's
not important.  She asked a lot of questions most of which were personal.
Very personal and I nearly told her to kiss off.  She asked me how may
times a week I engaged in sex.  Frankly, I lied and told her I had sex
nearly every night.  The truth was I seldom had sex at all.  Not that I
didn't like sex or that I didn't have opportunities.  Anyway, I assumed she
wanted to know that I had lots of sex and that's what I told her.  She
asked me about positions for sex and if I had ever participated in group
sex.  Again I told her a bare faced lie.  I told her I had engaged in group
sex.  She asked me if I had ever had sex with a woman.  I told her that I
had, which was only partly the truth.  One night Sally Denver and I were
drunk and we played around some before Sally got sick.  She asked me if I
had ever had sex with men or women of another race.  I wasn't sure how to
answer her so I told the truth that time and told her that I hadn't.  The
questions went on and on for nearly an hour.

   I suppose I got caught up in the acting and the stupid game I was
playing.  I told that woman a big bunch of lies.  I told her things that I
had heard about or read as if they had actually happened to me.  I think
she knew I was lieing because it would have been hard for a nineteen year
old girl to have done half the things I told her about.  Anyway she seemed
satisfied and she left the interview room and pretty soon a man came.  He
asked me some questions also.  Not as many as the woman but they were
personal, too.

   After a few minutes of questions the man took me into a studio.  There
were lights and cameras and stuff like that everywhere.  The man, Guy King,
he said his name was, poured me a glass of wine and I gulped it down.  I
needed something to calm me.  Lieing always makes me nervous.  He gave me
another glass of wine and I drank it.  Not as fast as the first, but pretty
quick.  He gave me another.  By that time the first glass kicked in and I
had a nice little buzz going and I felt more relaxed.  Guy told me to strip
and I did while he taped it.  By that time taking my clothes off in front
of a camera was nothing new to me.  By the time I was nude the wine really
had me buzzing.  Guy positioned me on a low couch and had me do things. 
Things like playing with myself.  That was new to me.  Not masturbation of
course, but masturbation in front of a man and cameras was weird.  I did it
though.  I did everything he told me to do.  When he handed me a dildo and
told me to used it, I did.  Even with someone watching and with all the
lights I surprised myself by getting off.

   While I was using the dildo I had closed my eyes and when I opened them
I saw that another man had entered the studio.  A tall good looking man
about my own age.  He was naked, standing beside the couch stroking his
penis.  Guy told me to take the man's cock, and for me to suck it.  Because
I was laying, naked, with a dildo in me, it didn't seem like the time to
object.  I did as Guy directed.  I pride myself that I give pretty good
head.  I did that for a long time before I gave up my virginity.  The young
man's name was Rocky Hard.  Of course that wasn't his real name.  Rocky had
a nice cock and I remember that Rocky didn't have a single hair on his lean
hard body, below his neck.

   It wasn't long before Guy had Rock get on the couch and put his penis in
me.  I mentioned that Rocky was a good looking man, but all his moves and
every action was almost mechanical.  When Guy told Rocky to fuck me, Rocky
didn't even change expressions.  He just mounted me and started doing it
while Guy filmed it.  Guy had Rocky to do me in several different
positions. Again, he did, without the slightest change of expression.  Like
he was a robot or something like that.  When Guy told Rocky to cum, he did.


   Guy thanked Rocky and he left without so much as a single word to me. 
Guy told me it was a good shoot.  He gave me five hundred dollars and gave
me a ride to the bus stop.  That was how it started.  It's funny, but at
first I never considered myself a whore.  Of course that was exactly what I
was.  I was being paid for sex.

   I did several more porno films locally and Guy sent me to LA.  I did
about twenty full length movies and a hundred shorts, or loops, there.  For
a couple of years I was their golden girl.  The slut that would do anything
with anybody anytime.  When the demand would fade on the west coast I'd
come east.  I made a lot of money but it always seemed to slip away from
me.

   After a while I, and everybody else, stopped pretending I was an actress
and I went into full time prostitution.  Atlanta, Phoenix, New York, Miami
and a whole lot of places I can't even remember.  Again I made a pile of
money and again it kept getting away from me.  If I made a thousand, I
spent a thousand.  I got on coke for a while.  I managed to get myself off,
but that was where a lot of my money went.  It was almost as if I was self
destructing.

   I went down hill from expensive call girl to doing whatever I could to
make a living.  I started doing private parties.  You know, bachelor
parties, frat parties and that sort of thing.  Whatever would turn a few
dollars.  I was doing a bachelor party when I met Sean Collins.  I had just
finished blowing the groom-to-be when Sean approached me.

   "You're a good looking woman," he said.  "Can I ask you a question?" I
told him he could ask but I might not answer.  "Will you fuck a black man?"
I think I said that a man's skin color didn't make any difference to me.  I
didn't say so to Sean, but I had fucked a lot of black men.  In the movies
and in private.  Sean asked how he could contact me and I gave him my card.
That was about a year ago.  Maybe a little longer.

   Sean called me a couple of days later and made a date for me to meet him
at a hotel.  Since that wasn't at all unusual, I agreed.  When I met him he
was with two black tough looking guys.  You know, gangster looking dudes. I
was supposed to take both guys on while Sean watched.  We came to an
agreement on price and I had no more than got my clothes off when they were
on me.

   Until that afternoon I had never engaged in the rough trade.  Pain is
not my thing and I always made that clear up front.  Those two bastards
fucked me long and hard and frankly they hurt me a lot.  Fortunately I was
used to anal sex and that helped some.  While the two black dudes fucked
me, Sean watched and jacked-off.  It was Sean that suggested I should be
fucked in my pussy by both of them at the same time.  The lousy sons of a
bitch tore my pussy trying to cram both dicks in me.

   After they got through with me I raised hell with Sean.  I told him that
I'd get even if it was the last thing I ever did.  I told him I knew some
guys that would take him out for a hundred bucks.  I guess I got his
attention because he offered to pay all my medical bills and sweeten the
agreed on price.  The bottom line is, Sean took me home with him from the
hospital and I've been with him ever since.  He lends me out to some of his
friends and I get a nice place to live and plenty of spending money.

   ***

   "Wow!  You've had it rough, Jill," I said when she fell silent.  "So why
do you turn tricks on Petey's street?"

   "That's Sean's thing.  He makes me hit the street a couple of times a
week.  He says I have to stay connected to my roots.  I guess it's some
sort of control thing with him.  He makes me give him the money I make. 
God knows he doesn't need it.  That reminds me, you're going to have to pay
me for all this time.  If I don't have at least a hundred dollars, Sean get
pissed." I was at a loss as to what to say.  Of course the money wasn't any
big deal.  I took a hundred in twenties out of my wallet and gave it to
her. She smiled and said I had made her afternoon.

   "Jill, you don't have to put up with that kind of life," I told her. 
"I'm sure you aren't in love with Sean, are you?"

   "Oh hell no," she said with a bitter laugh.  "I don't even like him very
much.  He only keeps me around to entertain his friends and so he can have
someone to watch.  He can't get it up any other way.  He has never fucked
me himself.  He's a weirdo."

   "What kind of hold does he have on you?" I blurted.

   "Hold?  Well, aside from the fact he provides me with food, clothes and
shelter, not much.  Hey, look at the time.  Travis, it's been great seeing
you again.  Maybe we can do it again sometime and I'll let you get a word
in edgewise.  I can't believe I unloaded on you like that.  Can you take me
back to my street corner or should I take a cab?"

   "I'll take you back in a few minutes, Jill.  First I want to make it
clear to you that you have options.  You don't have to go back to Sean
Collins.  I can well afford to keep you in the style you've become
accustomed.  Maybe even better.  With me you won't have to worry about. 
things happening to you.  I won't loan you out to my friends.  You'll be
safe." Jill eyes me sharply for a moment her look slowly changing into
disbelief.

   "What's the catch, Travis?" she asked.

   "No catch, Jill.  I've always counted you a friend even though we
weren't close.  We have a history of sorts.  You can stay with me or we can
make other arrangements." She didn't reply for a few moments then started
shaking her head.

   "No way, Travis.  People don't do anything for nothing.  You, me, or the
whole fucking world.  Everybody wants something.  What do you want?"

   "Look, Jill," I said.  This wasn't going very well at all.  Life had
made Jill super suspicious of everybody.  "Okay, you got me.  I do need
something." I was thinking fast now.  I told her that I had inherited some
property and a couple of businesses from my dearly departed uncle.  I
didn't tell her who much actual money was involved.  "What I need is
somebody I can trust as a wingman.  To watch out for my interests.  You'll
be my Tonto."

   "So, Kemo Sabe, what do I get out of it?" I named a figure that came to
mind and she shook her head.  I started to raise the ante but she said,
"That's way too much.  I don't know shit about your business and we both
know it.  I'll do it for half that amount and we'll see how it goes." She
reached over and took my hand.  "Travis if you're just buying some pussy
you can get it a lot cheaper, you know?" I assured her that that wasn't in
my mind at all.  That wasn't completely true.  For all that she had done
and was doing, Jill Jordan still looked damned good to me.  Her spirit may
have been scared but her face was still beautiful.  She still had a killer
figure.

   Jill sat and looked out the windshield for a few minutes.  She looked
deep in thought and suddenly she started crying.  I made what I hoped was
soothing sounds and patted her shoulder.

   "Okay, I'm in," she said in a choked voice.  "Can you take me to get my
things?"

   "I can and I will," I said.  "Will Sean be there?" She looked at her
watch.

   "No, not for another hour.  He had a couple of meetings and he told me I
would have to stay on the stroll an hour or so longer today.  That happens
sometimes.  It won't take me long because I don't have much to gather up."

   She was right.  It took us each making two trips and she was ready.  She
didn't look back as we drove away.  I asked her what Sean would think when
he didn't find her on the street.

   "He'll wait around a while and when I don't show up he'll go on home. 
He'll assume I'm on a date that took longer then expected.  That happens
sometimes.  A blow job turns into a full date." She laughed.  "When he gets
home and see my note, he'll shit his pants.  Then he'll look for the disks
and really panic."

   "What disks?"

   "Sean also liked to tape me in action with his buddies.  A couple of
council members, the mayor, police commissioner, and the attorney general
among other notables.  Sean has video cameras hid in a couple of the rooms.
They would kill his ass if they knew he made tapes of them doing me.  I
thought I'd give Sean a couple of days and then I'd let him know that the
disk would stay hid as long as he left me alone." She glanced at me. 
"Travis, I may be a whore and a slut and whatever else you care to call me,
but I'm not a blackmailer.  Those disk are just insurance for me.  Sean can
be a mean vindictive man.  So where do I live?"

   "At my place or I can find a hotel room for you tonight and look for an
apartment tomorrow." Jill looked at me and smiled..

   "You still are a sweetheart, Travis," she said softly.  "I'll stay with
you.  God knows you should get something out of this silly deal.  Some high
priced pussy may be all you ever get out of it."

   ***

   "Okay it needs some work, but I can live with it," Jill said inspecting
the part of the maze that would be her room.  I helped carry her bags and
things in.  Suddenly everything felt awkward.  I didn't know what to do or
say Luckily Jill did.

   "Okay, Mister Travis Tolliver, here's the deal," She said, giving me a
gentle push toward the door.  "As far as I know I'm clean, but tomorrow
I'll go get a check-up and blood work.  Until we have a clean bill of
health in my hand, you and me are just old friends.  Now you run along and
let me get unpacked and settled in."

   Well that certainly took care of that.  Later I went out and got our
dinner.  Whatever hand life dealt Jill Jordon, it hadn't effected her
appetite.  After dinner, Jill gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and went
back to her room.

   The following morning I got up at my usual time.  The crack of noon. 
For most of my life I was under the complete and total control of an alarm
clock.  After the inheritance I threw my alarm clock in the trash and never
looked back.  I find no merit in getting out of bed early.

   In the kitchen I found some coffee that apparently was several hours
old. I poured it out and made a fresh pot.  There were a couple dirty
dishes in the sink so I assumed Jill was up and about.  Armed with a fresh
cup of coffee I set out in search of her.

   The floor of the building I had selected as my living quarters is huge.
One hundred fifty-four feet by fifty two feet.  That figures out to a
little over eight thousand square feet.  The finished space only takes up a
small part of that.  I had semi-finished three bedrooms, two full baths and
a half bath.  The kitchen, a dining room of sorts, a den where I had my
giant screen TV and state of the art stereo system, a large living room,
and a room I called my office.  I found Jill in the office.

   "Travis," Jill said by way of greeting.  "Your record keeping system
sucks.  How can you know what the hell you're doing?"

   "Good morning to you too, Jill," I said and beat a hasty retreat back to
the kitchen.  I expected her to follow me and press the attack.  Women know
when we are weak and vulnerable.  She surprised me because she didn't do
it. I was in the shower when she called through the closed door.

   "Travis, I got some cash out of your billfold and I'm off to the
doctor's for a check up.  The cash is for the office supply store.  You
need a lot of stuff.  Later." I yelled asking her what kind of stuff, but
she was gone.

   Jill was back by mid afternoon with several big bags of things.  She
waved at me in passing and went into the office and closed the door.  I
didn't see her until late afternoon when she came out to feed.  I wanted to
ask her if she knew what she was doing but that seemed unnecessarily mean.

   The next day I got up before my usual time because the phone woke me. 
It rang twice, just enough to wake me, and stopped.  I snuggled back into
the cover and was about to doze again when my bedroom door flew open and a
naked Jill charged in.

   Over the course of my life I have made love to several women, I've
fucked a few, too.  This was different.  Jill attacked me.  Jill fucked me.
Jill managed to get me hard in record time and then she set out to destroy
my erection.  When she had done that she waited a few minutes and did it
again.

   "How was that, big boy?" she asked laying beside me on the bed.  I was
totally spent.  I managed to croak out that it had been good, which was the
understatement of the year.  "Good, now get your lazy ass up.  We have some
talking to do."

   "So talk," I said.  "I can't talk much but I can listen alright, I
think."

   "I was up most of the night getting your so-called office in shape.  I
want to talk to you about your business for lack of a better word.  Get up,
the coffee is made."

   A few minutes later I grabbed a cup of coffee and met her in the office.

   "I assume that phone call was from the doctor," I said taking a seat
beside the formerly cluttered desk.

   "It was indeed.  We're good to go." I thought that was nice considering
we had already went.  Twice to be exact.  "Travis, I'm not a trained
bookkeeper, but I did the books for my dad's hardware store.  I have your
affairs in a simple system.  Probably you should hire an accounting firm to
do the major work." She handed me a ledger.  "I ordered a computer and it
should be delivered sometime today.  That will help some.  The bottom line
is your are disgustingly wealthy, but your books are a mess.  You have
money in non-interest bearing accounts and you need to fix that and soon.
You have five pieces of rental property and you haven't collected rent in
over five months.  You have bills, some that are way overdue, and you are
paying big money in needless interest." She went on and on pointing to
entries in the ledger as she did.  Jill could have been speaking Greek for
all I understood.  I conveyed my lack of understanding.  "Okay, Sport, just
sign these checks and I'll take care of the bills.  Where are you going?"

   "I need more coffee, Jill.  It's too early in the morning for this kind
of conversation.  You sign the checks."

   "Travis, I'm not an authorized signed on any of your accounts.  You have
to sign the checks." I told her to forge my name and I continued on back to
the kitchen.  You may have gathered by now I'm not much of a businessman.
Frankly that shit bores me to tears.  "And it's not early, you moron," she
yelled at me.

   Shortly after two o'clock I got a call from the dealership.  My new
fancy car was ready to be picked up.  I went to the office and found Jill
tinkering with a computer.

   "Can you drive a car?" I asked her.  She told me she could and that she
even had a licenses to do so.  "Good, my other car is ready, so let's go
get it."

   At the dealership I should have put my foot down, but I didn't.  Jill
drove my Jag and I drove the old Tarsus home.  It dawned on me that I had
barely had any of her pussy, but I was already pussy-whipped.

   When I got back to the building the Jag wasn't there.  I figured Jill
had some errands to run.  Either that or she had all of my money and my new
car and had skipped town.  She showed up a few hours later and the car was
loaded with groceries I had to carry in by myself.  That night Jill cooked
our dinner and I'll have to admit it was delicious.  Not fancy but damned
good.  The kind of meal I grew up on.  Meatloaf, mashed potatoes with brown
gravy.  Tossed salad and hot rolls.  About midway through the meal I knew I
had done something right in bringing Jill into my life.

   Over the next two weeks there were a lot of changes.  For one thing,
Jill was an early riser and she woke me up early.  Not that I'm
complaining. Being woke up by having your cock sucked is a nice way to wake
up.  Another thing that changed was exercise.  Jill dragged me out of the
apartment for a walk every damned morning, rain or shine.  I'll be the
first to admit that I had gotten out of shape a little.  Okay, not a little
out of shape, but a lot out of shape.  Another thing that changed was the
car situation.  Jill was driving the Jag and I was still driving the old
Tarsus.  I fixed that knotty little problem by buying myself a new SUV.  A
big sucker, too, with all the bells and whistles.  For some strange reason
I couldn't trade the old Ford.  I guess we all need something from our past
to remind us who we are and when we came from.  It nice to have something
to fall-back on.

   Jill smiled at me when I showed her my new vehicle and asked how I paid
for it.  I told her I put it on my MasterCard.  She shook her head but
didn't comment.  The best change in my life was regular fucking.  Every
night and every morning and sometimes during the day.  Jill seemed to know
when I was horny and applied herself to the task of making it better.

   It dawns on me that I really haven't described Jill very well.  Five
feet seven inches.  I saw her bra hanging in her bathroom and saw that it
was a thirty-eight.  I would have guess she was larger than that but what
the hell do I know?  I do know that she's got nice big round tits that are
very sensitive.  I only have to touch them and her nipples become like hard
pebbles.  In high school Jill was pretty.  Now Jill was beautiful.  I would
have thought the life she had lived would have made her a hard looking
person, but no sir.  She looked like a beautiful, not quiet thirty year
old, woman.

   Not knowing if she knew what she was doing in the office with my books,
I followed her suggestion and hired an accounting firm.  The accountants
positively glowed over her records so obviously she did know what she was
doing.  Jill, on her own, hired a company to collect the back rents and
take charge of rents to come.  It only took them a few days and all the
back rent was in the bank.

   Jill got a little weepy when I took her to the main bank and signed her
up as a signer on my accounts.  It was a nice gesture but it was also self
serving.  I hate to write checks and that sort of thing.  Jill liked doing
so.

   "Travis," Jill said to me.  We were lying in bed and she had just
finished fucking my brains out.  "That was a nice thing you did at the
bank. Given my past, aren't you afraid I might steal from you?"

   "Yeah, I thought about it," I answered.  "Two things.one, you don't need
to steal from me.  If you want it, ask for it.  Two, I know you know that
you would eventually be found out and I know you wouldn't want to go to
jail.  Speaking of that were you ever busted?"

   "Yes, a couple of times," she answered laughing.  "Once in Atlanta and
the other time was here.  Busted for solicitation both times.  In Atlanta I
made my own bail and here, Sean got a bail bondsman to spring me.  Neither
under my real name.  Fucking undercover cops got me both times."

   "I know you told me how you got started," I said toying with her nipple.
"Why did you stay in the business?  I mean you could have got out anytime
you wanted to, couldn't you?"

   "Sure I could have.  I did get out a couple of times but I always went
back to it." She rolled over and put her hard nipple to my lips.  "I
supposed a shrink could explain why, but the simple truth is I like the
thrill of it.  There is a certain excitement in going out on a date to meet
a man or men for sex.  Ohh, that feels good, honey.  Bite my nipple a
little harder, please.  Sean thought he had absolute control over me, but
he only did what I allowed him to do." Her hand had found my limp dick and
was stroking some life back into it.  "The truth of the matter is, I'm a
kinky slut.  I like it hard and weird." She crawled up and put my stiffened
cock in her wet pussy and shoved herself down on it.  That ended the
conversation for the moment.

   ***

   I noticed during one of my infrequent looks at the checkbook that Jill
was paying herself a thousand dollars a week.  I wasn't surprised or
dismayed because we had discussed the amount.  A thousand a week was a
little more than we originally agreed on.  I figured she found my shit more
complicated that she thought.  The amount was fine with me.  It was worth
it for me not to have to get involved with business crap.  I also had
observed that she didn't spend much on herself.  I did find out some time
much later that she was sending the lion's share to her parents.

   Then one night, about five months into our relationship, we went out to
eat.  We were just finishing up our dinner when Sean Collins showed up at
the table.  I'm not the least bit gay, but I'll admit that he's good
looking in a rich, soft, and pampered kind of way.  Nothing like my tough
masculine looks.  Actually that isn't bragging.  Jill, not content with
early morning walks, had my ass at the gym twice a week.  I could pump iron
with the best of them.

   "Hello Judy," Sean said with a smirk.  "Fancy seeing you in an upscale
restaurant." I make a quick assumption that Sean didn't know Jill's real
name.  "Still working the street?"

   "Naw, not any more, Sean," Jill calmly answered.  "Still pimping for
city hall?" That wiped the smirk off his face in a flash.  He turned bright
red.

   "Judy, you have somethings that belongs to me and I want them back," he
said trying to growl.  Sean wasn't a growling sort of guy.  Too damned
pretty to carry it off.  I on the other hand, with my new found muscles
could growl and I did.

   "Judy," I said rising to my feet.  "You want me to twist his head off
and shit down his neck?"

   "No, that won't be necessary," Jill said with a giggle.  "Sean doesn't
want any trouble.  Do you Sean?" Sean had back up a couple of steps.  He
glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to us.  There wasn't.

   "Of course I don't want trouble," he said, glancing toward me to see if
I had moved.  "I just want my things returned.  That's all."

   "Sorry, Sean," Jill replied, still calmly.  "I can promise you that no
one will see the highly illegal DVD's you had.  I can also promise you that
if you make any attempt to get them, everybody at city hall will see them.
Go away, mind your own business, and leave me alone, Sean, and your secret
is safe.  Fuck with me and you'll not live long to regret it.  There will
be some highly pissed off powerful people after your ass." I guess she
impressed him.  I know she impressed the hell out of me.  Sean Collins
stared at her a moment before he whirled around and disappeared into the
crowd.  Her composure was remarkable.  Jill looked.regal.  Like a queen who
had consented to speak to a servant.

   "Will he let it go.Judy?" I asked.  She shook her head slowly.

   "No, I'm afraid not," she said sadly.  "Sean is a pussy, but he's mean
and he's vindictive.  This may be a good time to run me off, Travis.  Get
me the hell out of your life.  And don't call me Judy.  Judy is no longer
alive."

   "Okay Jill.  No, I don't think I want to do that," I answered.  "You are
too much a part of me now.  Fuck that twit.  He messes with me and I'll eat
his lunch for him." I showed her the mean scary look I had been practicing.
It had an immediate effect on her.  She laughed out loud.  Apparently I
still had some work to do on my mean look.

   "Travis, you are too nice to pull that off," she said taking my hand. 
"I think I know who I need to contact." When I inquired she continued. 
"There is a guy I know called Black Mamba.  You know, after the poisonous
snake.  I think you need him on the payroll."

   "Can I afford him?"

   "Yeah, but we need to have a serious talk before I contact him.  There's
a history between Mamba and me you need to be aware of.  Come on let's blow
this popsicle stand."

   Jill was strangely quiet on the drive home.  When we arrived she told me
that she was going to get out of her glad rags and that I was to go hang up
my suit so that it wouldn't get wrinkled.  A short while later I found her
in the den.

   "Have a seat, Travis," Jill said.  She had changed into a emerald green
robe.  I could only imagine what she had on underneath it, if anything. 
She was pale but seemed calm.  "I want to show you something before I talk
about Mamba." She put a disk in the player and turned the TV on.  I took a
seat on the couch.

   The scene opened with Jill laying naked on a bed.  Of course I had seen
Jill nude many times but on the big screen she looked.well, even more naked
then just unclothed.  The camera zoomed in and as it did she spread her
legs, exposing her shaved pussy.  She ran a finger the length of her slit
and then she opened her pussy lips Jill looked lasciviously at the camera.

   "Judy, there's someone I want you to meet," a male voice said off
camera.

   "Oh goody," Jill/Judy said licking her lips.  "A man, I hope.  I could
really use a man right now."

   "He's a man all right," the voice said with a laugh.  A shadow appeared
on the bed and the camera paned to where a big black man stood.  The man
was naked and was holding a huge cock in one hand.  As the camera zoomed in
on the man's face I could see a cruel looking man.  Battle scars covered
his face and upper chest.  The camera lowered until it came to rest on the
man's ungodly large cock.  The damned thing had to be at least a foot long
and as big around as a soda can.

   Jill came and sat beside me.  Close, but not touching me.  She was
breathing heavily.

   "He has eleven and a quarter inches of cock for you," the voice said. 
"Is he the biggest you've had?" The camera had zoomed out so that both Jill
and the big man were in the picture.  I could see Jill lick her lips
nervously, her eyes fixed on the man's gigantic hunk of man meat.  The man
stroked his cock, grinning at Jill.  Jill nodded at the question.

   The big black took a couple of steps until he was standing beside the
bed.  Jill sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed.  The man reached out
and took one of her beautiful breasts and squeezed it completely out of
shape.  Jill's expression of curiosity and doubt changed to one of pain. 
She moaned and the man released his huge cock and took the nipple of the
other breast and jerked it hard causing Jill to yell.

   "Suck it cunt," the man said in a deep tone of voice.  "Suck my cock."
He had not released her breasts and of course Jill did as he commanded. 
Anyone would have.  Jill has nice long nipples but this foul creature had
her nipple pulled out at least two inches.  I could plainly see when the
camera zoomed in that Jill had to stretch her mouth to accommodate the big
cock.  He released her breasts only after she had his cock in her mouth.

   "That's Black Mamba," Jill said softly.  I had been so engrossed in
watching that I had forgot for a moment that she was beside me.  "Our first
meeting.  The first, but not the last.  Sean is operating the camera and he
liked what he saw that night.  Mamba was a frequent visitor."

   Back on the screen, Jill was laying back on the bed and Mamba had an
ankle in each hand.  He lifted her up, spreading her legs as he did.  He
pulled her to the edge of the bed and instructed her to put his cock in her
cunt.  Jill doesn't have what I would call a dainty hand but it looked tiny
when she took his cock and aimed it at her pussy.

   "You don't have to watch any more," Jill said.  "When I spoke of a
history, I wanted to be sure you knew exactly what I was talking about."
She started to get up and I pulled her back down.

   "No, I want to see," I said realizing that my mouth was dry and my voice
gravelly.

   On the TV Jill gave a little yelp as the huge cock entered her.  When
the massive cock passed the nine or so inch mark she yelped again.  This
time louder.  I was guessing that he was entering new territory.  Jill
screamed when the huge man shoved the rest of it in her.

   "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Jill said over and over again tossing her head
back and forth.  She really became vocal when Mamba became more active. 
When he started thrusting in and out she yelled, screamed, and cursed all
the while urging him on.  I had a raging hard-on.  I shifted around trying
to ease the pain.  Fortunately I had changed into a pair of sweat pants so
there was some room.  I felt Jill's hand cover my throbbing dick.  I looked
at her and she smiled at me.

   "I'm glad you didn't run out of the room screaming and throwing-up," she
said softly.  "From this bulge I think you like watching me get hosed by
that big black cock." Not trusting my voice, I just nodded.  Hot didn't
begin to describe what I was seeming.

   For the next fifteen minutes I watched as Mamba fucked Jill in every
conceivable position.  I knew that Jill could climax easy enough and she
was having one orgasm after another as the big cock sawed in and out of
her. I couldn't stand it any longer.  I stood up enough to slide the sweats
down to my knees.  My modest size cock, by comparison, needed to be
released before it exploded.  Jill took it in her mouth before I hardly got
back down.

   Back on the screen, Mamba had just shot off in Jill.  His white juice
gushed out around his pistoning cock, flooding the bed.  That didn't stop
him.  He continued to fuck her poor pussy which looked like it was being
turned inside out when he withdrew.

   "Jillie," I muttered, "I'll come in your mouth if you don't back off."

   "Go ahead, honey, cum in my mouth.  I love your semen.  Give it to me,
baby." Nothing on earth could have stopped me right then.  I groaned as I
shot-off and she greedily took every drop and swallowed it.  It was a lot
of cum but not by Mamba's standard.  On the TV, Jill's pussy was filled to
overflowing.  His cum gushed out of her when he pulled his only slightly
soft cock out of her.  Jill lay unmoving, her legs sprayed and her cunt
gapping open, his seed pouring out.

   "My God, that was some fuck," I managed to say.

   "You can say that again and be right both times," Jill said with a grin.
"I was sore for three days after that.  There are a couple more disk with
me and Mamba.  Like I said, Sean, really got off on watching him do me. 
Now that you've see Mamba should I contact him?  He's good at other things
besides fucking.  He was in some sort of special forces outfit in the
military.  He hires out as a body guard from time to time.  He's also an
enforcer for some gangster types." She still had hold of my cock.  My cock
seemed to be showing some form of recovery.

   "I don't know, Jill," I said.  "Do we really need him?  I mean what can
he do that I can't do?  Okay, besides the obvious.  He doesn't sound too
trustworthy to me." My little minx had me hard again.  "I don't know,
honey. I just don't know."

   "Mamba is very trust worthy, Travis," Jill said.  "The word is that when
he takes a job he stays with it.  We won't be outbid for his loyalty." She
slipped the robe off and I wasn't overly surprised to see that she was
naked.  She straddled me and my stiff dick found the opening and I slid
inside her hot box.  "If Mamba agrees to work for us, he'll stay with us."

   "What will he cost?" I managed to gasp.  She was clamping me with her
vaginal muscles.  It was a trick that she had learned somewhere along the
way.

   "I don't know, but you need to know that he'll want me included in the
deal.  Do you think you can handle that?  Seeing him put that big cock in
me?  Fucking the shit out of me?" I saw the image of his big rod plowing in
and out of Jill's cunt.

   "Yes," I croaked.  "Yes, I can handle it.  Can you?"

   "Oh yeah," she said with a soft laugh.  "I love his big cock.  I told
you I was a kinky slut didn't I?  I don't want anything to mess us up,
Travis.  I don't know what we have or where it's going, but I like whatever
it is.  If you aren't comfortable with it, I can live without Mamba's
big.big.black.cock!" she screeched the last couple of words as she
climaxed. I was only a couple seconds behind her.

   ***

   In person Black Mamba was even larger that he appeared on the DVD.  I'm
a tad over six feet and I had to look up to see his face.  My hand just
disappeared in his when he shook it.  There was a suppressed strength about
him.  Unlike a lot of strong men, he didn't attempt to take me to my knees
while shaking hands.

   Mamba came to our place.  I'm not sure when I stopped thinking of it as
my building, but I had.  He glanced at me when I showed him to the den
where Jill waited.  He was friendly with Jill, but there wasn't a sign of
what I knew had happened between them.

   "Lookin' good, Judy," the big man said.  "What's the story?" Mamba was a
man of few words.  Jill told him about Sean and what she feared he would
do. He thought about what she had said.  "Okay, I suppose you thought of
the obvious.  Give him his fuckin' disks?"

   "I doubt it will work," Jill said.  "You know him.  He'll want revenge."

   "Yeah, I guess," Mamba said.  "Why don't you make copies and give him
the originals?  I'll take them to him and he'll figure I'm working for you.
That should cool him some.  You'll still have copies if he gets randy."

   "What if it doesn't do it?" Jill asked.  "Are you working for us?"

   "What's in it for me?"

   "Me," Jill answered bluntly.  "And three hundred a day for two weeks"

   "What about him?" Mamba asked nodding his big bald head toward me.

   "You can't have him," Jill answered with a smile.

   "Now honey pie, you know I don't swim in that pond.  Is he cool?"

   "Travis is cool with it," Jill answered.  "I showed him the film of the
first time you and I got together.  Are you in?"

   "Not yet, but I will be pretty soon," he answered with a lopsided grin
showing a lot of white and gold teeth.  "But I'm going to need five hundred
a day and reasonable expenses."

   "Who determines what's reasonable?" I asked.  I thought it was time I
got in the conversation.

   "I do," he answered shortly, not even bother to look at me.  He was
undressing Jill with his eyes.  Mamba reminded me of a big steel spring,
coiled and ready to explode.

   "Fine," Jill said.  "We agree to the terms.  You can move in to the
spare room.  Just for the record, Mamba.  My name is Jill, not Judy. 
Travis is my man and we sleep together.  He's willing to share.  but not
give up any rights.  That suit you?"

   "It'll do," he said grinning at me.  "I don't know how this scrawny
little white dude did it, but more power to him.  I'll be needing some cash
up front and I'll bring some things over later.  Now let's look at the
security for this place."

   There are two ways to get to our living space in the building.  The
elevator is the main way in and out.  There is a stairway at the other end
of the building with a locked steel door at the top.  We can leave using
the crash bar and it can be opened from the outside by a key.  If there
should be a fire, the door automatically unlocks.

   Mamba looked at everything carefully.  He made a couple of notes and
laughed at the fire door situation.  He said that anyone with half a brain
could set off the fire alarm and walk right up the stairs into our space.
He pointed out a couple of places he wanted more alarm sensors placed.  He
wanted the elevator changed from keypad to actual keys.  He grunted a few
more changes and left, but not before giving Jill a big long wet smooch.

   I didn't know I was a voyeur.  I had no idea that watching and thinking
about watching my woman with another man was such a turn-on for me.  Just
thinking about Jill and Mamba getting it on gave me a big boner.  You know
one of those diamond cutter hard-on.

   I called the alarm company and put in an order for the changes Mamba
recommended.  I also had the contractor open the big roll up door on the
ground floor.  Our cars would be in their way, but I agreed with Mamba that
it was better to be safe than sorry.  For the time being we would park our
cars inside.  When Mamba returned later that day I almost laughed out loud
at his car.  A genuine pimp-mobile.  Originally it had been a Lincoln
Continual, but several severe modifications rendered it a mystery car.  I
summons up enough courage to mention his extraordinary vehicle.

   "Got it at a good price," he answered.  "Fellow sold it to me for a
buck."

   "Got to be more to it than that," I said.

   "Maybe a buck and a promise that I wouldn't take him apart.  Bastard was
beatin' up his whores and one of them was a friend of mine.  I had a little
chat with him.  I even went to visit him in the emergency room.  They had
his jaws wired shut but I understood that he wanted to sell me the car for
a dollar.  Besides he couldn't drive with two broken legs.  Where Judy, I
mean Jill?"

   "Upstairs," I said.  "She got the plumbing contractor remodeling the
master bath.  Apparently I didn't do it large enough or modern enough. 
She's also having a hot tub installed."

   "I take it you aren't hurting for money." The big man said.

   "Not very much," I admitted.  I am uncomfortable talking about money.  I
think it may have been different if I had invented something or worked for
it.  Maybe not.  Maybe I'm just odd.  I still thought of the money as
"found" money.

   "Are you really cool with this?" he asked as we got on the elevator.  "I
mean me fucking her and all?"

   "Sure," I answered.  "I'm cool.  You can't wear it out and there's more
woman there than any one man can satisfy.  I'm looking forward to seeing
you all live and in color.so to speak." He grinned at my quip.

   "That's good, 'cause I been thinking about her and her pussy all day. 
Every since she called me.  That is the best white pussy I ever had, bar
none."

   "I take it you've had some non-white pussy that was better?"

   "Not better exactly," he said as the elevator door opened.  "Different
would be a better description.  A little Eurasian girl I used to know.  She
liked fuckin' as much as Judy.Jill." We got off of the elevator and he
looked over the expanse of the floor.  "What the hell are you going to do
with all that space?"

   "Beats me," I admitted.  Mamba suggested a gym.  That appealed to me
because maybe I could get an hour's extra sleep on gym days.  I made a
mental note to ask Jill if I could afford it.  That's the sorry truth of
the matter.  I really didn't know how much money I had.

   We found her holding the idiot end of a tape measure and telling the
contractor that he should do what she wanted.

   "Hi sweetie," I said to Jill and gave the contractor a cheerful nod.  He
looked distressed.

   "Hello Mister Tolliver," the man said, giving Mamba a quick glance. 
"Your.friend wants me to take out these two walls and put the hot tub in as
part of the bath.  We're going to have to undo a lot of our work if you
agree with her."

   "Okay, then do the work," I said.  I put my arm around Jill.  "Honey, we
don't want to tear this bath up until they finish with the other one, do
we?" Jill agreed that we didn't want to be without one good working
bathroom.  I mentioned the gym idea and she took that ball and ran with it.
She gave me, then Mamba a quick kiss on the cheek and left us to make
calls.

   "She's a fireball, ain't she?" the contractor said.  I told him that he
didn't know the half of it.  Mamba and I left him to bring the rest of our
bodyguard's things up.  Bodyguard.  Now there a word I never expected to
use along with 'our'.  Life can take some weird twists, can't it?

   Later, while Jill made dinner, Mamba and I relaxed with a cold beer in
the den.

   "Now there's something I never thought I see," the big man said. 
"Judy.I mean Jill, cooking.  Never thought of her as."

   "Domesticated?" I finished for him.  "Yeah, that was a bit of a shocker
for me, too.  Jill is a woman of many parts."

   "You known her very long?" he inquired.  I explained that we were
classmates in high school but that I had only became reacquainted recently.
I told him how I happened to see her working the street.

   "Yeah, that Sean is a real piece of work," he grunted.  I asked him if
he thought Sean posed any real threat to Jill and I.  "Had a message from
him on my machine," he said.  "I'll know more after I meet with him
tomorrow."

   "How did he know you were working for us?"

   "He didn't," the man said shortly.  "He probably wants to hire me.  Care
to guess why?" I didn't need to.  "I ain't the only man doing contract
clean-up work.  Got to know that, Travis.  When he finds out I ain't
available, he'll look for somebody else.  Be nice to nip that in the bud."

   "Can you?"

   "Don't know, but I got a plan that might work.  Trouble with Sean
Collins is, he's a big auger and he knows it.  He's a powerful man and he
ain't a nice man.  That's a dangerous combination.  He's a coward, too, and
that makes him even more dangerous, but maybe I can use that.  We'll just
have to see."

   After dinner there was one awkward moment.  It didn't take a detective
to see that Mamba wanted Jill but he was unsure how to approach the
subject. Jill took care of the problem in short order.  While Mamba and I
watched a movie on TV, she went to change.  When she came back all four of
our eyes left the TV and locked onto her.  She was wearing a pink baby doll
outfit with black high heels.  Her dress, or lack of dress, sent the
message loud and clear.  She was a woman who wanted to be fucked.

   "What'ch you boys watching?" she asked strolling into the room.

   "You," we both answered almost simultaneously.

   "Then you won't mind if I turn the TV off and put on some music." She
went to the stereo and pushed the buttons and the music began.  The disk
was in place and the volume set so I knew she had staged that part of the
proceedings.

   As the music filled the room, Jill started a slow sinuous dance, moving
to the center of the room directly in front of Mamba and I.  Her big
breasts swaying beneath her pink top.  She casually unbuttoned the top
button and then the second one.  Slow, practiced moves designed to keep any
man's attention.  She certainly had ours.

   It wasn't long before her top was open and we caught delicious glimpses
of her big tits.  She slipped the top off and tossed it to me.  A few more
moves and I had the bottoms of her outfit, too.  When the music stopped she
struck a provocative pose.

   "You boys see anything you like?" she walked toward the door.  "There's
going to be some fucking going on in the bedroom.  If you boys want to get
in on it, you better get naked and get a move on."

   I suppose it would have been funny to watch Mamba and I trying to get
undressed and get to the bedroom.  We left a trail of clothes all the way.

   I, as host of sorts, let Mamba take the lead.  I'm not sure I could have
shoved him out of the way anyway, but I didn't try.



   When Mamba and I charged into the room, Jill was standing by the side of
the bed.  Something about her had changed and for a moment I couldn't put
my finger on it.  Then I saw her eyes and her expression.  She was a study
in wantonness, if there such a word.  She was a sexual creature that
demanded to be ravaged.  Not some delicate flower of womanhood but a
ageless, vibrant woman that radiated sex so powerful it was something you
could feel in the air.  Even from across the room I could see her nipples
had swelled and stiffened.

   Both Mamba and I stopped dead in our tracks and stared at the lovely
vision.  Jill glided to when I stood and gave me a long deep kiss, rubbing
her spiky nipples on my chest.  She did the same for Mamba.  After finished
the kiss, Jill led Mamba to the bed and she lay down motioning him to come
to her.  Mamba dropped to his knees and pushed his face to her pussy. 
Jill's breathing became heavy and she closed her eyes and gave into the
orgasm that came on her.  Mamba proved to be a noisy pussy eater.  He
grunted like a pig as he tried to devoured her womanhood.

   Mamba abandoned her cunt with his face.  He rose and shoved his huge
cock into her with one swift motion, Jill squealed loudly and threw her
legs and arms around him.  I could see his huge black cock slamming in and
out of her.  There was something compelling about the black cock in the
white pussy; the meeting of black and white.  The confluence of the
extremes; all colors and lack of colors.  Of course it wasn't exactly that
way because Mamba wasn't total black and Jill wasn't pure white, but you
get the idea.

   Watching him take Jill was without a doubt the most erotic thing I had
ever witnessed.  The most exciting thing I have ever done was holding her
legs open for Mamba to fuck her.  That came a little later.

   Mamba took Jill to a series of highly vocal orgasms.  I moved closer to
the action and stopped near Jill's head.  She opened her eyes and smiled up
at me.

   "Let me suck you while Mamba fucks me, Travis.  Give me your cock,
dear." She didn't have to ask twice I got on the bed and gave her my
throbbing cock.  I was so hard I doubt that a cat could have scratched my
cock.  It didn't take long for her to get me off.  She swallowed every drop
like the trooper she is.  Mamba chose that moment, also.

   "Get ready you fuckin' white slut.  I'm going to shoot you full of my
cum."

   "Yeah, give it to me baby.  Shoot your cum in me.  Fill my pussy with
your juice." When Mamba shot off Jill's eyes rolled back in her head and I
swear I think she fainted for a moment.

   "Is this the night I get to fuck your ass?" Mamba asked Jill.  She was
laying between Mamba and I on the bed.  With one hand Jill was toying with
my soft cock.  With her other hand she stroked Mamba's almost soft cock.

   "No way!" Jill laughed.  "There's no fucking way you're going to jam
that log in my ass.  We've tried, remember?  Don't work, pal.  Travis fits
my butt just fine.  She rolled over and gently bit me on the ear.  "Travis,
you can fuck my ass anytime.  I have three holes for my man, but only two
for you big fellow," she said to Mamba.  It didn't seem to upset him.













   Two days later the gym equipment arrived from the de Sade company. 
Instruments of torture that no human could have devised.  They had to come
from the black pits of hell.

   During the time we waited for the equipment to come, Mamba worked with
me on the mats.  I suppose he was a good instructor of the martial arts.  I
do know for a fact that he spent a lot of time knocking me around.  Much of
the time Jill joined us which made it worse for me.  I didn't like her
seeing me tossed about like a doll.

   Jill did jazzercise, or something like it, in the nude which made
concentrating on dodging Mamba even more difficult.  On the other hand he
seemed to be having trouble getting a grasp on me during her exhibitions so
maybe it evened out.

   Being in good physical shape proved to be important because sex with
Jill is something like running a marathon.  Not that I've ever ran one, but
it's an endurance thing.  It had been my experience that sex for a woman
and certainly for a man can become.well, old, or maybe routine.  Not sure
exactly how to describe it.  The driving urge comes less often until some
common ground is reached that pleases everybody.

   Jill was different from any woman I ever heard of.  She was ready to
fuck or ready to get ready to fuck anytime or anyplace.  Her libido was
stuck in high gear.  She would fuck me or Mamba or both of us at the drop
of a hat.  Even when I was unable to get it up, watching her was a real
treat that I never grew tired of.  Usually that got me going again.

   One afternoon, about the time his two weeks contract was coming to an
end, we were doing some hand to hand shit.  I had gotten a lot better at
dodging him by that time.  I even managed to get in a few licks of my own.

   Jill was nude, as usual, doing some backbends and while Mamba was
momentarily distracted I took him to the mat.

   "Not bad, sport," he said with a grin.  "You're learning, but I was not
paying attention.  I was watching your woman.  Tell you what I'll do.  I'll
fight you for her.  Winner takes all.  What do you say?"

   "Sure," I said, smiling at the surprised expression on his face.  I
walked off the mat to my gym bag and got a nine millimeter Glock and
returned.  "You ready to start?" He stared at me a moment then laughed
loudly.

   "Fucking good, Travis!" he said.  "Where did you learn that?"

   "From you.  You said that a smaller trained man could beat a larger
untrained man every time.  You also said that a big trained man could whale
the shit out of a smaller trained man unless the smaller man could make
things equal.  Say hello to the equalizer." I heard Jill laugh from the
sideline.

   "I told you he wasn't stupid," Jill said to Mamba.  "he's a little slow
but."

   "Thanks a lot," I called back to her.  The relationship between the
three of us had evolved into a comfortable one.  There was no jealousy
between Mamba and I.  In fact we got along great.  I even knew what his
real name was.

   "Okay big man," I said one day while he was busy throwing my ass around
the gym.  "Ain't no parent ever going to name their son after a deadly,
mean-ass snake.  What name did they give you?"

   "There ain't a handful of people alive that knows my birth name," he
said trying to grab me.  I jumped back out of his range.  One thing our
work-outs had done was make me quicker to get away.  "If I told you, I'd
have to kill you."

   "Okay, be that way," I said moving in to get a hold on him.  I had his
wrist in my hand but his wrist was too big to firmly get a good hold on.  I
also suspected that he oiled his arms and legs before we went at it.  He's
sneaky like that.  "I think your name is Garter.  Garter snake and you
changed it to Mamba." That cute remark got a big foot in my chest that put
me on the mat gasping for air.  He helped me up.

   "Simon Williams," he said, giving me a hard look.  "If I want that told,
I'll tell it myself." I could tell he was deadly serious.

   Back in the present, I asked Mamba why Sean hadn't tried anything.

   "Not sure," he said.  Jill joined us on the mat.  "Maybe because we
haven't been out of this place for any length of time to present a target.
Also there is the possibility that he's waiting until I'm no longer in the
picture.  Sean knows I usually work in two week increments." Mamba changed
conversational styles several times a day.  Sometimes he changed several
times in the same conversation.  It was readily apparent he was educated.
His military training came out often especially during my training.  One
time he snapped an order and I shouted "Sir, Yes Sir!"

   "Don't mock your betters, pup," he responded with a smile and a slap on
the back of my head.

   "What exactly did he say when you gave him the disks," Jill asked.

   "He thanked me and told me he would see me later," Mamba said.  "He had
already determined that I worked for you.  A few days later I saw Happy Day
at a bar.  Happy Day is a soldier of fortune like me, except he has never
had any scruples."

   "Happy Day," I mused.  "Do you guys subscribed to a some sort of service
for those hokey names?"

   "Not exactly," Mamba laughed.  "Happy is happy like a bald man is curly.
Bastard hasn't ever been known to smile.  Always looks like he's got a
headache.

   "Travis, for Pete's sake shut up and let Mamba tell what he found out,"
Jill said.

   "Happy was working," Mamba said.  "He didn't say, and he wouldn't, but I
got the impression he was working for a heavyweight.  I know when I wasn't
available, Sean Collins has used him."

   "Bring Happy Day on," I said.  "I'll knock."

   "No you won't," Mamba interrupted me.  "If it come down to it, you Glock
him, not knock him.  You wouldn't stand a chance with Happy.  He'd take you
apart and not work up a sweat.  I'm serious Travis.  You are coming along,
but you are no match for a well trained professional, and Happy is a well
trained pro."

   "Mamba," Jill said looking thoughtful.  "What kind of rate can you make
us on say a six month contract?" That question caused him to look
thoughtful.

   "Be mighty expensive," he said after a few minutes.  "Besides you might
get this shit resolved in a few days.  You'd be wasting money."

   "But what kind of money are we talking about?" I asked.

   "Look, I like both of you.  I won't leave you in a lurch, but I have
some obligations coming up that I have to do.  Some I can't get out of."

   "What would you think about ten grand a month with outside work
acceptable?" I said.  "Make this your headquarters.  Can we afford that
Jill?" She nodded slowly.

   "Think about it Mamba," she said nodding.  "You know you got a payday
always coming.  You can go do your thing whenever you need to.  If we still
are having trouble with Sean we can always take a vacation and get the hell
out of dodge until you come back."

   "Yeah, I like the concept.  The food's good and the company is
wonderful. Not yours, Travis.  Yours is okay, but not wonderful, but ten
thousand a month is too much.  I'll do it for half that and expect nothing
when I'm out of town or otherwise engaged.  I still insist on pussy being
part of the deal."

   "Certainly," I agreed with a laugh of relief. .  "That's a given. 
Consider this your house, too."

   "It's a deal," he said shaking hand with me and giving Jill a big kiss.
"Still no ass, huh?"

   "Still no ass, but all the pussy you want," Jill said.  "Do you want a
contract drawn up?"

   "I'm tempted, just to see how you word the pussy clause," he said
laughing.  "No thanks, your word is good enough for me.  Let's go out and
paint the town to celebrate."

   The three of us got all dressed up and went out dining and dancing.  Not
something I would normally want to do, but I thought Mamba was right.  We
needed to be out and about.  We let carefully chosen people hear that Mamba
was leaving for France the next day.

   We didn't have to wait long.  The next night the silent alarm went off.
It was about three o'clock in the freakin' morning.  I heard Mamba's feet
hit the floor in the next room.  We had practiced the intruder bit over and
over.

   "Coming up the stairs," Mamba said softly.  Armed, I met him at the
alarm control panel.  "This is just a probe to test the system." Joke is on
them.  He pushed a button that unlocked the fire door at the top of the
stairs.  "We'll let the bastards in and have a chat."

   I'll be honest and tell you that I was shaking like a leaf.  Mamba was
on one side of the door and I was on the other.  The lights were out and it
was dark.  Darker than normal because Mamba had disabled the emergency exit
light over the door.

   It seemed like a fucking hour before I heard the soft footsteps on the
stairs.  Mamba, his ear to the door, held up two fingers.  The door opened
slowly and then a head appeared and jerked back only to re-appear for a
longer time.  Suddenly in the gloomy darkness I saw a figure quickly come
through the door and it was followed by a second dark figure.

   Both figures knelt and became still.  My hand was so sweaty I thought I
would loose my grip on the Glock.  Surely they could hear the thumping from
my racing heart.  Slowly the figure in the lead stood and the second one
followed suit.  The room was suddenly flooded with light.  I was expecting
it, but it was still a shock.

   "One little twitch and you both are dead meat," Mamba said ominously. 
Both men froze in place.

   "That you Simon?" one of the men said.  Apparently one of the handful
that was in the know.

   "You're getting old, Happy," Mamba said conversationally.  "Keep pulling
shit like this and you won't get a lot older.  Drop the guns and lace your
fingers behind your head."

   "Thought you were headed to France or somewhere," the larger of the two
men said while complying with the demands.  "What now?"

   "Now we'll talk.  Actually, I'll talk and you'll listen.  Happy, by
rights I should just shoot your ass and be done with it."

   "Why don't you?"

   "I guess I'm getting soft in my old age.  We go back a long way.  That
could be a reason.  Maybe it's because I hate to waste you over someone
like Sean Collins.  What's your mission here?"

   "Came to get some disks and a split-tail Collins wants," the man
answered.  "Mostly this was a scouting mission.  Didn't expect to get in so
easy.  You set us up nicely, Mamba.  Got to hand it to you, pal."

   "I guess it wouldn't do much good to try to convince you to seek
employment elsewhere?" Mamba said.

   "No, not much," the man called Happy said with a short laugh.  "Got to
protect my reputation, you know."

   "Yeah, I figured as much.  Turn around, Happy.  Travis you watch that
other dude like a hawk.  Shoot his ass if you have to." Then Mamba
proceeded to take Happy Day apart.  There is something absolutely
terrifying about seeing one man badly hurt another man.  I kept my eye on
the other man, but he wasn't about to move except to get out of their way.
Dude number two didn't want any part of Mamba.

   Less than an hour later, I delivered a battered and broken Happy Day to
the emergency room.  I called for a gurney, gave the attendant a bogus
story about how I found him along side the road, and left quickly.  Happy
Day would be out of commission for a long time.  Both arms broken, both
legs broken, and God only knows what else.  Had to be some internal
injuries, too.

   Mamba took the other badly frightened man and dropped him off at the bus
station with instruction to be in another place and soon.  Since the man
had already lost control of his bladder, there wasn't much doubt that he
was now a traveling man.

   Mamba left a few days later on some mission in some country.  It was
strange but while Mamba was out of the country and while Jill and I were in
Cancun Mexico on vacation, Sean Collins was the apparent victim of a
robbery gone bad.  Sean got very dead.  Happy Day left town as soon as he
was able to travel.  Someone told me later he had gotten killed out of the
west coast somewhere.

   I never mentioned what I thought to anyone, especially Jill, but I had
to wonder if Mamba actually had been out of the country.  The timing seemed
strange to me.  I didn't mentioned it to Mamba when he showed up a month
later.  He had been hurt and needed medical attention.  Jill proved to me
one hell of a nurse.  She had him up in no time if you get my meaning.
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