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Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 5
I was a bit concerned about breaking the news to my less than blushing bride that I had pimped her out for the rest of the night and well into the following morning. To my amazement she took it like a trouper, only asking what her cut from the action would be. Lucinda took over and explained the details about what was expected of a booth girl. Gwen's face lit up like a kid who had just come downstairs on Christmas morning and found a pony beneath the tree. All she wanted was to be untied so she could throw on some clothing and accompany Lucinda and me to this place of business.
I hadn't been paying too much attention to what Roxy had been doing, but it became obvious that she and June had a thing going on, and they were only too happy to hold down the fort while we transported Gwen to her destination, which was only a short drive from here. Lucinda helped untie my bride, but insisted that all she needed when it came to coverage was a short robe, the kind worn around the hotel pool by the more modest sunbathers. We went downstairs and piled into the monstrous SUV that Roxy insisted we rent.
While Lucinda simultaneously navigated for me and brought Gwen up to speed on what her responsibilities would be; I struggled to control this behemoth, cursing whoever decided that this was the future of automobiles. Fortunately we didn't get lost and I managed to find a parking space in which to park this abortion on wheels. It was astonishing just how many cars were parked behind what appeared to be a rather average sized building. We escorted Gwen to the rear entrance of the Fun for All adult bookstore and entered once we negotiated the maze designed to slow down any attempt to raid the place by the local minions of law enforcement.
The interior of the store was gigantic. The rear entrance gave no hint of the building's size. Lucinda was an old hand at working this place; trolling for cutomers without being too overt was her specialty. She had an arrangement with the owner that guaranteed him a cut of her action. Lucinda had also worked for him as a booth girl when things got slow, generally in the winter, when the rains came. She also had an arrangement with the local cops, blow jobs and some occasional pussy in exchange for them looking the other way while she was doing business in the parking lot, all very discrete, but still highly illegal.
Lucinda led us down one row of porn tapes and over to another featuring adult toys. The girls were constantly jostled and even pinched by the dozens upon dozens of customers hovering over the various displays.Hanging from the ceiling were blow-up dolls ranging from the simple to the complex in design. Track lighting and the relentless strobes provided an eerie background for the army of perverts, or should I say customers, who pawed at the shrink wrapped girlie magazines and various periodicals devoted to the swinging life style. We made a turn and headed down a long aisle devoted to bondage gear, ranging from handcuffs, helmets and masks to accoutrements made of leather, latex and vinyl. Off in the distance we could make out the elevated sites where customers paid for their merchandise, mostly using credit cards.
At long last we reached our destination, one of the end pay stations. The guy manning it had enough hardware embedded in this face to prevent him from ever getting through an airport security check. He nodded at Lucinda who stuck out her tongue and wiggled it lasciviously in his direction, her way of saying hello. He turned his attention to Gwen, who was still rubber-necking. He told her to open her robe and show him the merchandise. His eyes widened at the sight of her 38Cs, flat stomach, long tapering legs, thick, dark pubic hair and pouting pussy, its lips still slightly engorged from all the fun and games she had been playing back at the hotel. Lucinda told my brunette bride to cover herself up before she started a riot that would surely bring the cops.
Meanwhile the clerk, or whoever he was, looked into the bank of monitors that gave him a view of what was going on in every booth at the Fun for All adult bookstore. I caught a glimpse of shadowy goings-on in many of the dimly lit cubicles where porn loops were playing against the wall, but the audience of two seemed to be trying to duplicate what was happening on tape. There were a few booths that were much larger, brightly lit and contained a reasonably attractive performer who was either interacting with potential customers located on the other side of the one-way glass walls, or happily engaged with some lucky fellow who had managed to talk or buy his way inside for some more intimate activities. So there was a hierarchy when it came to booth girls. Based on my limited observations, Gwen was certainly a candidate for one of the brightly lit glass booths.
Metal face asked Gwen a few leading questions about her willingness to engage in sexual congress with the patrons, provided they treated her with dignity and paid the freight including her tip for special services rendered. Lucinda piped up whenever my bride had difficulty answering his probing questions. When he asked Gwen for some ID and her social security number, I gawked and Lucinda started laughing. I volunteered to go back to the hotel and pick up the needed documents.
He nodded and continued to stare at my wife as his lips moved and he kept glancing at the bank of monitors. Finally he shrugged and told Gwen she was going into Room 8. All she had to do was stay naked, play with her tits, occasionally touch her pussy and smile at the customers, even though she couldn't see them. In the likely event that any of them propositioned her, she was to tell them that her manager, who was Willie at station 22, would be happy to arrange a meeting with her provided they had the right amount of cash with them. In addition they were to leave a ten dollar tip once they completed their intimate interaction with her. Of course they were required to use a condom issued by the Fun for All adult bookstore as a part of the package deal they purchased.
Lucinda promised to keep an eye on Gwen while I retrieved the information that metal face required to make Gwen a bona fide employee of this burgeoning enterprise. Getting out of the packed parking lot proved to be much more challenging than getting into it. It also didn't help that there were ladies of the evening out in the lot trolling for customers. Apparently they were connected with the large, colorfully decorated vans located throughout the lot. Whether they were directly connected with the adult bookstore was moot, but I had better things to do than be propositioned by one of these ladies clad in the shortest and tightest garments that ever tried to conceal and at the same time reveal the physical attributes she possessed. Somehow without causing any serious accidents, I managed to negotiate my way out of the lot and head back towards the hotel.
Entering the suite of rooms I was confronted by the sight of Roxy spread out on the bed formerly occupied by her daughter. She was naked as a jay bird with her hands and feet tightly bound to the corners of the bed. Covering her head was a plastic bag, its interior dripping with water. A piece of wire was wrapped tightly around her neck to prevent any air from entering the bag. June was up to her old tricks, and this time it was my mother-in-law who appeared to be on the brink of asphixiation. Lucinda's roommate had removed her thong bikinis, allowing the black patch of pubic hair to dominate her groin, inner thighs and belly.A quick glance at Roxy's rising and falling tits indicated that she still hadn't exhausted her air supply, but obviously she was close.
It was the buzzing that made me take a better look at Roxy. I spotted the circle of white stretching her cunt mouth and realized I was looking at some kind of vibrator. June smiled and made an obscene gesture that rougly translated to the fact that Roxy had been squeezing off plenty of orgasms is my absence, and was about to have another in the series. The words were hardly out of her mouth when my dear old mother-in-law began thrashing against her bonds, using up the last of her air. I guess it was adrenalin that kept her going, once her air supply ran out.
June leaned forward and patted Roxy's pussy, crooning to her and asking if she was having a good time getting off again. There was so much condensed water vapor in the bag that Roxy's face was shrouded, perhaps not the best of terms to be used in this situation. Suddenly the helpless victim had a powerful contraction, so strong that the vibrator was expelled from her cunt. That was simply amazing to me. I looked at her tits and they were motionless, a very bad sign. June had a silly grin on her face and she seemed to be counting to herself. I guess she got to her favorite number because she quickly unwrapped the wire that had been digging into Roxy's throat and once more allowed her lungs to begin sucking up air as fast as they could.
While Roxy slowly recovered from her latest orgasm that had taken her to the edge for who knows how many times, I rummaged around to find Gwen's wallet with all the stuff I needed to make sure she would be legally employed at the bookstore. Had I realized what was happening at this very moment, I might have wished my mother-in-law all the best, and taken off for parts unknown. Instead I hung around to make sure she was alert and understood just how precarious her situation was with June being in control. Roxy laughed and told me to stop worrying, she was having a great time.
While we were talking, June found her white, plastic hooker's purse and dragged a strap-on from its depths. Roxy's eyes got big and she breathed deeply before asking if that was for her. June's grin answered her question with no ifs, ands or buts. I'd done all I could to protect her from herself. If she wanted to live dangerously, that was her right, just as long as I wasn't around to pick up the pieces or become the fall guy. As I walked out of the suite, June was lining up the head of that monster with Roxy's fat-lipped cunt and telling her she would just go crazy once it got deep inside her and really made her juices start flowing.
Getting back to the parking lot was no problem; finding a space to park this Detroit steroid monster proved to be another story altogether. Had I known what was going on inside, I would have turned around and gone back to the hotel and watched June take Roxy to the edge one more time. One of the painted ladies working the parking lot gave me the high sign and pointed out a parking space into which this piece of junk managed to fit. When she propositioned me, I had to sigh and turn her down, explaining that my wife was working inside and I was only here to bring some paperwork so she could continue working. She gave me the finger and left in a huff, having targeted another potential customer two aisles down.
Once more I passed through the maze and found myself in the cavernous interior of the Fun for All bookstore. It took a bit of navigating to locate metal face, who was talking over the intercom,and not looking very happy. I waited patiently for him to acknowledge my presence, and when he did, I caught an earful. It seems that my blushing bride was causing a near riot with her behavior. Presently there were approximately fifteen potential customers for her unique services angrily milling around the gentleman manning station 22. It was an embarrassment of riches for Willie, who never in his three month career at the bookstore had to handle so many customers for the same booth girl. It seems that my wife had kicked it up a notch and driven her audience into a frenzy.
Gwen was too hopped up from her hotel session to just sit there staring at the one-way mirror. She knew there were men on the other side; men who would fuck her bowlegged if given the opportunity. She decided to give them a show and a little hint at what was in store for any who were bold enough to go one on one with her in front of a live audience of strokers. There would be no further occasional touching of her pussy that was by now dripping like a faucet with a bad seal. She started digging in with two, then three fingers, scooping out the juices which she licked up passionately before going back for more. Gwen wasn't satisfied with just sampling her cunt juice, she wanted more. The next thing her audience knew, she was twisting and turning her fist to make it slip into her twat. By now a couple of braver souls had pulled out their equipment and were furiously engaged in a stroking contest to see who could coat the glass first. It was almost a dead heat, and the result incentivized more of the audience to get into the swing of things.
Gwen was building up a good head of steam, but the men outside were going insane with suppressed lust. A few of the saner ones, who knew the drill, made a beeline for Willie at station 22. By now Gwen was engaged in seeing just how far she could pull a string of her glistening pussy secretions before it parted. Still not satisfied, she started licking the glass partition, which drove the crowd into a frenzy. This was followed with some fantastic dry humping of the same partition, leaving all sorts of sticky things behind as her twat drooled out more and more juice. Then she stood back, her hand strumming her bloated clit and mouthed the words "Go see Willie at station 22 so you can get in line to fuck me stupid." That did it, there was a stampede of sex-crazed customers all headed for poor, unsuspecting Willie.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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