Chapter 1

 

I was at the Dover shopping mall when I saw her. I had not seen her in nearly ten years but I recognized her because she hadn't changed all that much. Joyce Taylor was her name back in high school but some called her Joyce, the slut. I wasn't exactly sure why they called her that. Okay, I had a pretty good idea but I had no personal knowledge. I had always admired, or lusted after, her from afar

Like many of my graduating class, I left town and like a few, I came back. I spent awhile in the military and got out. I came home and joined the Dover police department.

Dover is a medium size town I suppose you could say. It was the perfect size for me and when I wanted the big city bright lights Capitol City was less than an hour away.

Joyce and I hadn't exactly been friends because I was a year ahead of her and she had her own peer group of cheerleaders and jocks. I watched her for a few minutes trying to decide if I wanted to approach her or not. I followed her to the food court and had just about made up my mind to say hello when she was joined by two black men.

I also recognized them. Hess and Creed had been football players and they were dubbed the Terrible Two by the local papers. They also had been behind me in school. I seemed to remember they both went to Ohio State on scholarships but I lost track of them after that.

Then it dawned on me that we had our ten year high school reunion the summer before so they would be having their ten year get-together this year. That was possibly the reason they were in Dover at the same time. I went over to where they sat.

"Look here," Hess or maybe Creed said. I never could tell them apart. "It's ol' Jack Keyes. What's up, Jack?"

"I'm fine," I said feeling awkward at interrupting them.

"I heard you had come back," Joyce said jumping up to hug me. "I also heard you were a cop. Is that a fact, Jack?"

Hugging Joyce was fun because she had big jugs. I admitted it was true I was a member to the police department. An investigator, as a matter of a fact.

"So that's a gun I feel and you are not just happy to see me," Joyce said laughing. "Sit down and tell us what's going on in Dover these days."

"The same thing that was going on ten years ago," I said. "Not much has changed. I gather you are back for your ten year class reunion?"

"That's one reason," one of the black men said. "Me and Hess are thinking about coming back to stay."

"Great," I said. "What about you, Joyce? Just visiting?"

"Maybe," she said and laughed. "If I can find an attraction, I could be persuaded to stay."

"What? Me and Creed ain't enough attraction?" Hess said. "Can you believe her, Creed?"

"Ol' Joyce must have forgot what you and me bring to the party," Creed said and all three laughed.

"Enjoy your stay, no matter who long it may be," I said getting up to leave. "Call me if you need anything I can help with."

"Wait a minute, Jack," Joyce said getting up and followed me a few steps. "I heard the Hill House was on the market. Is that true?"

"It is," I answered. Two old maid schoolteachers, sisters, had the huge home refurbished into a bed and breakfast. Then one died suddenly and a few weeks the other one died. "I saw the estate notice in the paper a few days ago. I think it will be auctioned-off on Saturday. Are you interested in buying it?"

"Maybe," she said. "I was looking for something to invest in and a bed and breakfast might just be the thing. I'm staying at the Green River Motel, room one twelve. Why don't we get together for drinks this evening?" That was a great idea and I couldn't think of any reason why I shouldn't have drinks with a beautiful woman...except two.

"What about Hess and Creed?' I said.

"Oh they have their own plans," she said. "How about six o'clock?" I told her I would be there at six o'clock.

Freshly showered and shaved wearing a nearly new sports coat I was at her door at precisely six o'clock.

Joyce was ready when I arrived. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that showed a lot of leg and a massive amount of cleavage. The ten years since I last saw her had been kind to her. Joyce had always been a pretty girl and she had turned into a beautiful woman.

Dover doesn't have a great selection of places to get drinks but I found one that wasn't so crowded we couldn't talk.

"Tell me all about Jack Keyes," Joyce said once we were settled in with drinks.

"High school then Marines where some nasty people tried to kill me, then with the police." I said. "Not very exciting, I'm afraid. What about Joyce Taylor? What has been happening in her life?"

"Mostly boring stuff," she said. "High school, moved away then got married, got divorced, tried it again and got divorced again. Not contended with two failed marriages I did it again. That one left me a widow but it left me well off. There, you are all caught up with my life. You never married?" That sounded like anything but boring to me.

"Naw, I got close a couple of times but always managed to dodge the bullet," I said only half joking. I had been engaged to marry a local girl once I was back, but she decided at the last minute she needed to be somewhere else with someone else. "You kept up with Hess and Creed?"

"Oh yes," she said and laughed. "They helped me get through one marriage and over the last one. I invested in their business a few years ago so we've stayed close."

"I have to ask, what the hell kind of business were those two in?" I said.

"We all live in Capitol City," Joyce said. "The boys have a string of girls. I suppose you'd call them pimps."

"And you invested how?" I asked unable to keep a straight face.

"They needed some seed money to get started so I let them have the money to get going," Joyce said as if providing front money to a couple of pimps was normal business.

"No shit?" I asked.

"No shit," she replied with a smile. "Actually it was a great investment and I've made a lot of money from them."

"I'm curious," I said. "We don't have much prostitution around here so I'm sort of ignorant about it. How much money does to take to start being a pimp?"

"Oh not usually that much," she said and laughed. "But Hess and Creed had an idea to upgrade the business. They didn't want just any girls working for them. They wanted high-class girls. They wanted call girls instead of streetwalkers. They used my money to buy out an existing escort service and took off from there. I think they have eighteen or twenty ladies working now."

"And that's okay with you?" I asked before I could stop myself. I'm not a prude but that sounded over the top to me.

"Sure it is," she said. "They don't force anyone to become a prostitute and they do not use kids. They only take a small percent to pay for the overhead and aggravation. They even provide medical service and health insurance."

"They sound like a couple or princes all right," I said unable to hide my sarcasm.

"Now you sound like a cop," she chided. "Whores have been around a long time and it's a proven fact they do better with someone to manage their affairs. In some places prostitution is an honorable profession. Maybe we should change the subject. Shall we get some dinner?"

"I think those are great ideas," I said. I suggested the Fireside Restaurant and she agreed it was a nice place.

"So, what went wrong with your marriages?" I asked while we dined.

"The first one is simple to diagnose," she said and laughed. "Too young and too dumb. I married Jim Pritchard right out of high school. I wanted out of Dover in the worst way and Jim offered me that way. He had a job in Capitol City driving a truck and he was willing to ignore my reputation. I knew it was a mistake almost before the ink dried on the marriage certificate. We both were young but Jim didn't want to grow-up. All he wanted to do was play. It's going to take a lot of booze for me to keep on telling you my deep dark secrets. I have a bottle of rum in my room. Want to get some mixer and adjourn to there?" Of course I said I did and so we did.

After the second drink, I got her back on track and this is the incredible story she told me that night.

 

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Her story:

As I said, Jim and I were too young. He made just barely enough to pay the rent on our crummy little apartment so I got a job working at the same company he worked for. I worked in the office doing things the real secretaries didn't want to do. It didn't pay much but at least we could buy some groceries.

The company owner was a man by the name of Roy Stevens and Roy took a shine to me. He dogged me around the office like a dog following a bitch in heat. I told Jim about it and that I was going to quit.

"Naw, you don't want to give up a good job," Jim said. "Let the old bastard cop a feel now and then and maybe he'll leave you alone."

Was Jim ever wrong! I let Roy look down my blouse a few times and he really turned on the heat. Once he cornered me in the supply room and played with by boobs. He put my hand on his dick and boy was that a shock. That old dude had a lot of meat.

I told Jim about it and he said I should let Roy have some pussy. I wasn't particularly shocked at his suggestion but I was a little surprised that Jim suggested I make Roy pay me for it.

I discovered sex early and then I quickly discovered just how much I liked sex. I got the reputation of being a slut in high school and I guess I deserved it. My dates all realized that buying me a hamburger and a Coke would get them some pussy. The word that I was easy spread like wildfire. Not that I cared all that much. I was having a lot of fun and most of the time the sex was good. At no time did I ever make any boy pay me.

"Wouldn't that make me a whore?" I asked Jim.

"I guess it would," he said. "Do you give a shit?"

"No, I guess not," I said. "How much should I charge him?"

"You are young, you are good looking, and you got big knockers," Jim said. "Tell him he can fuck you for fifty dollars."

Rather than just come out with that amount of money, I told Roy I needed fifty dollars to pay a bill. To me that sounded better but it really wasn't. Roy said he's pay almost before I got it all said. That day after work, he took me down the street a few blocks to a no-tell motel and got a room.

Like I said, Roy had a big dick and to my surprise, the old fart knew what to do with it. He was a great fuck. Roy gave me a couple big orgasms and that was a rare treat. Since I had been married to Jim, he hadn't shown me much. . Jim didn't have a big dick and he had no staying power. Most of the time I had to use my fingers to finish what Jim started.

Roy and I made a weekly date at the motel. If the truth had been known I would have gladly gone with him for free.

I didn't keep the affair from Jim and he was fine with it. He usually took the extra money and blew it on some video game or something just as foolish.

One day after Roy had fucked me for the second time he suggested I could do a lot better than Jim. I had to agree that our marriage didn't seem to be going anywhere. I asked Roy what he thought I should do.

"Leave that asshole," Roy said. "I have a nice house and you'd be comfortable there. You could quit work and we wouldn't have to sneak around anymore."

I took Roy's advice and left Jim. Poor Jim couldn't understand why I was leaving him until I was unkind enough to explain he was a lousy fuck. Now I wish I hadn't been so mean.

I moved in with Roy and a few months later, after my divorce was final, we married. After I said I do Roy started what he called my education. Roy taught me a lot about sex. He showed me the proper way to give head. He taught me about anal sex and a little bit later, he introduced me to group sex. At first it was just one other man.

I quickly discovered just how great it was to have a cock and a spare. One good man is great but two good men is much better. I put all my newly acquired skills to good use entertaining Roy's friend Carl.

"She came with a lot of native talent," Roy said when Carl said what a good cocksucker I was. "I just added some polish. She'll take it up her ass, too. Joyce love to be butt-fucked, don't you Joyce?" I took Carl's dick out of my mouth long enough to say I did like it that way.

"We should give Joyce a double fuck," Carl said and Roy was quick to agree. That was my first double penetration and I loved it.

After the threesomes became old hat, Roy brought in other men to fuck his young wife. I was only nineteen when I had my first ever gang-bang. Roy counted and said there were eight men in me that night not counting him and Carl.