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FEBRUARY 3, 2001

Steffi smiled as she worked on the liver and onions. Giles was still going on. "I just don't understand, Stephanie, how you can continue to associate with these working class types. I hoped that living in my house would bring you and Ken up a bit..you do, after all like some classical music." Giles looked hopefully at her. "Must you have them over for that silly card game?"

 

 Steffi chortled. "Giles, Giles...you just don't get it...my friends are just as interesting AND as intelligent as yours, and, what's more, it's so insulting for them to come to your house and have you sitting in your den, being s' rude to them."

 

Steffi gave Giles a lingering look.Her cleavage looked so good in that pink sweater! "I don't like that in my house...and you told us that it's our house too, right?" Giles sighed. What he was really upset about, was he'd hoped that Steffi would take him upstairs, strip to her tiny t-shirt that made the nipples bulge.

 

Yes and then Steff would run her long French nails up and down Giles' cock as he begged for release...

 

She'd stroke and pull, toying with the big vein on the bottom of Giles's sweaty member, and if Ken was home, he'd walk into the room, and give her shit. "Let me kick that faggot's ass...why's he bitching whether he can cum or not?" Ken would make threatening gestures at Giles, who would quiver...and then when Giles got close to cumming, Steffi would turn Giles over on the bed, so his bound hands were on top, and she'd lay him out with her strap until he was weeping and pleading...and THEN..

 

Steffi would turn Giles over again, kiss him, licking the tears off Giles's damp cheeks and tell him he was her sweet baby, and begin the eternal stroking again...and then sometimes Ken would come in and turn Giles over again, and whip him, or butt-fuck him...

 

But it was such a nice or at least horny way to spend the time, and then eventually they'd either put Giles to bed horny or maybe, if he was good, and handed out a few generous tips...they'd let him jerk off onto some of Mummy's old china, and lick it up.

 

But with these assholes from Ken's old gang coming over, Giles would be in a snit...and he'd intimidate them a little bit, Giles thought with some satisfaction. Because these guys knew that Ken and Steffi were working for Giles in some way...and that Giles was a big  shot...and so at least they'd be intimidated.

 

Perhaps Giles had a long-standing resentment against blue collar boys because the kids on the stickball team used to make fun of poor Giles when Mummy'd send him to violin practice in his little velveteen suit, and once one of the guys saw Mummy giving Giles his enema...and the whole of 48th Street knew about it the next day...and Giles's name was Douche-bag for months...until he'd gone off to prep school.

 

Giles got annoyed with the argument. "Well, these white trashy types are your friends, and I suppose I must tolerate them...I'll go in my library as always!" And Giles turned to go...but then Steffi's hand rested lightly on his shoulder.

 

"I think we need to give you a little more exposure." Forty minutes later, when Ken and his ten or eleven friends came stomping in, making all kinds of noise, what an astonishment they had to see Mr. Ludd, the big-shot employer, standing in a corner of the foyer, with his pants and underpants down around his ankles.

 

 There was no sign of a whipping...Steffi had been merciful on that point...but she apparently wanted them to see what a nancy boy her Giles was! For the rest of the evening, Giles stood there, shamefacedly, as men came in and out, using the bathroom between poker hands, and several times he felt their towels whacking him on the butt...but his cock was never harder!

 

SEPTEMBER 9, 1998

 

“SWM,53 ISO DOMINANT COUPLE, ANY SEXES, TO RESIDE IN MY MANOR HOUSE AND TREAT ME AS I DESERVE. I COMPENSATE WELL--#2903” Steffi re-read the advertisement in the “City Dweller” free weekly again.

 

 Her magenta fingernail toyed with an errant strand of platinum curling over her shoulder as she looked up at Ken, who was disconsolately reviewing the Help Wanteds.

 

“There’s nothin’ Steff. All the construction jobs are halted and I don’t know jazz about ‘puter programmin’, making  web pages or cooking or hairdressing.” In spite of his moroseness, Ken laughed at the last, and Steffi laughed with him. “Well, before we send you to Beauty School, check this out.”

 

Steffi handed Ken the advertisement she’d circled, and watched the big man frown as he read it, struggling with his dyslexia.  She loved him. Ken was a great lover and a wonderful guy…but he wasn’t built to make a living in 2006.

 

 Stephanie was, as her previous boyfriend called her “a lazy slut if there ever was one” but her new husband really wanted to work, and it was a shame there wasn’t anything for him. She watched the crew cut shake as he got the full impact of the ad, but Steffi could convince Ken of anything.

 

JULY 18, 1999

“Please, Steffi…” Giles stood with his knees together. Steffi, resplendent in a yellow sundress that showed off her full breasts with vigor, looked up from her attentions to Giles’s birdbath in the back garden. She smiled at Giles sincerely enough.

 

“What’s up, honey, you look so funny all knock kneed like that.” Tossing her blonde hair, Steffi looked over at Ken, busy with his Gameboy on the chaise lounge. “Doesn’t he look all cutesy, Ken?” Ken, intent on Pokémon Red.,  didn’t reply.

 

In spite of his agony, Giles was once again silently amazed at how beautiful Stephanie looked, bending over the birdbath in her tight yellow dress. But it was difficult to concentrate on an erection when you’ve not been allowed to pee in twelve hours. Giles bent over, gritting his teeth. Had Ken locked ALL the bathroom doors? Giles suspected so…he knew it.

 

Giles had tried his personal bath in the master bedroom (not that he used the master anymore; it was the couple’s now…Giles was relegated to a maid’s room down the hall) That bathroom was locked, as were the two on the second floor, the one in Mummie’s drawing room, and the large bathroom adjacent to the dining hall. The basement of course had been turned into an amateur dungeon, and Ken now had the only key down there.

 

This had happened because Giles had complained of  diaper training—he didn’t want it any more…and so the two of them had nodded jovially. Giles should have known that Ken and Stephanie didn’t give in on anything that fast…and they’d let him sit at the table with them and drink lots of iced tea, the night before…and then somehow, when Giles was asleep, Ken had cuffed his right hand to the headboard.

 

Struggling, Giles had attempted to leave the bed around midnight—he’d thought his bladder was bursting THEN… and he couldn’t get out of bed. AND he knew if he wet the bed, Ken would invite a couple of the boys over and they’d pee on Giles in the tub, and then give Giles the thrashing of his life! So Giles had held it in…and this morning..when he’d been unlocked…the bathrooms were sealed off!

 

 Now, he wondered if he could get his blonde goddess or her oafish husband to give him a key.“You look so uncomfortable, Giles.” Steffi gave him one of her dazzling smiles. “You miss going wee-wee?” Giles nodded his head. “And poo-poo, Steffi…please let me use the bathroom, dearest.” Steffi shook her head sunnily. “And you know what happens now..you asked me. I told you not to mention the bathroom to me til five o’clock tonight, and here you are pestering me again.”

 

But she asked me! It was a trap! Steffi gave a vicious whipping…that would be worse than being denied the bathroom, for God’s sake! But Steffi was smiling that implacable smile. “You’ve never learned with warnings, eh, Gilesy? I always have to beat your bare buttocks to get you to leave off complaining and whining…to teach you patience.”

 

Steffi giggled. “Will you hand me my cane? I didn’t think so, dear.” Ken’s voice came floating across the yard. “You got to beat him into obedience, the little asshole. You need help, I’m here!”

 

 

Giles rolled his eyes and tried to move away as Steffi stepped away from the birdbath  nad picked up a rattan cane sitting near the fence. Ken looked up with a grin on his face as Steffi stepped over to Giles, who was trying to move to the door.

 

"He's gettin' away, honey." Steffi smiled and walked towards Giles, who turned to run in the house. "HEY!" Ken screamed, and Giles stopped in his tracks. "Don't you run from Mommy, boy...you don't want my belt." Giles stopped, his knees still pressed together, and a tear rolled down his red cheeks. "No sir."

 

“Now Giles, I want you to take down your pants dear.” Steffi said pleasantly, and after a woebegone look at Ken, who was gritting his teeth, Giles bit his lip and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, and then pulled down his underpants. “B-but don’t you want to go inside? People can see us out here in the garden” Giles pleaded.

 

Steffi smiled and bent the cane, “For your insolence, you can take all your clothes off…out here in the garden.” Giles looked at her, and then turned to Ken, who narrowed his eyes at Giles over his Game-Boy. Giles burst into tears and undressed completely.

 

“Look at him, Ken” Steffi laughed. “Naked, pudgy and trying to keep his piss in!” Ken looked over “Looks like Porky pig without his little top.” And indeed Giles did look somewhat ridiculous, his legs knocking together, trying to keep his wee- wee from releasing urine.

 

 Steff looked at the skid marks on Giles’s undies. “Guess you’ve been having a Hershey squirt, eh dear?” She and Ken laughed like maniacs.

 

“All right, bend over your picnic table, Giles darling.” Steffi said sweetly as she flounced over in her pretty yellow dress. Oh, Giles loved her breasts, which were full to bursting out of the top. Now, Giles.” Giles sighed and leaned across the table. “And darling..don’t let my whipping you be an excuse for pee-peeing.” Steffi said brusquely.

 

Steffi took a roll of Bounty paper towels and ripped two off and put them under the table, just below Giles’s cock. “Now I’ll be able to tell…and if there’s even one little driblet of pee-pee, then Kenny will give you twenty after the twenty I give you with the cane, OK?”

 

Giles nodded miserably, as his fingers clutched the sides of the picnic table. He’d never had a picnic table back here, and he’d been forced to buy this low-class yard furniture to accommodate Ken and Steffi’s “friends” Ohhh.

 

Steffi lifted her cane. “Now you’ll learn not to nag me about lavatory matters when I’m trying to make your garden a showplace, won’t you?” The cane went up. WHACK! A stream of red fire right across his bare cheeks.

 

Giles closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “What do you say, Giles?” came Steffi’s warning voice. “Th-thank you Miss Steffi, for my punishment, may I have another?”

 

He had to really push his knees together to keep from soiling those paper towels. WHACK! “Thank y-you (sob) Miss Steffi, for my punishment, may I have another?” Oh, it was terrible. His buttocks felt as if they were being hit by darts. No, Ken had thrown darts at Giles’s ass before…it was more—WHACK! WHACK! “Well?” came Steffi’s imperious voice.

 

“Th-(Giles was now crying openly) Th-thank you Muh-muh-Miss-“ Giles’s tears were coming down fast. Kenny looked over his Game-Boy at Giles. “Why can’t you say Miss Steffi’s name right?” Kenny bit his Marlboro Light cigarette harshly. “Do I have to come over there—“ Oh, how Giles hated this.

 

Sometimes he just wanted the punishments to be between himself and Steffi…and she could be so sweet and loving to him, and they’d joke a little about how they were both brighter than Kenny…but then Ken had to come in the Daddy all the time, though of course Kenny was thirty-three and Giles was fifty-two.

 

“Thank-thank you Miss Steffi, for my-my punishment, may I have another?” Steffi laughed genially. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! And before Giles could  do the chant again, Steffi pulled him off the picnic table by his ear to view the possible damage to the paper towels.

 

“Well, good going” she said, as Giles held his breath, and Ken looked over with a threatening look on his face. “Our little Giles didn’t make any wee-wee on the towel.”

 

Ken clapped sarcastically, and Giles smiled proudly. “I have good self-control.” Steffi smiled, and crooked her finger at Giles, as she went to sit down on a lawn chair. Giles stepped over in front of her, and Steffi made a hand signal, and Giles spun so Steff could cuff Giles’s hands. Giles looked somewhat concerned when she spun him back again.

 

 “Oh, don’t worry, darling.” Steffi said in a giggly tone. “I just wanted to give you some sugar.” With that, Steffi began playing with Gile’s throbbing dick with her long nails. Now he was full of piss AND damn horny, and as Steff leaned over, Giles got a good look at her full breasts encased in the gorgeous yellow sundress.

 

 “Mommy’s so proud of her Gilesey!” Steffi said, as she tickled Giles’s cock and began pulling and stroking it…Giles got harder and harder as Steffi worked on him. “You like that, sweet-ums?”

 

Steffi giggled up at the naked Giles, who nodded happily. Steffi’s long fingers went up and down Giles’s cock until he was shaking with desire, she pulled just a little more, and then suddenly, she tickled him under his cock. “You are such a sweet boy and—KEN! THIS PERVERT IS PEEING ON MY DRESS!” Giles was alarmed. He’d let go and twelve hours of back urine and all the iced teas he’d drank the day before were releasing on Steffi’s dress.

 

Giles watched in horror as Ken jumped up from the lawn chair. “Fuck the belt, I’m taking you downstairs to the dungeon…and use the bullwhip on you, how DARE you pee on my wife!” As Ken grabbed Giles’s left ear to drag him to the outside entrance to the cellar/dungeon, Giles cried even louder...his feelings not helped as his last sight before being dragged into the dungeon was two neighbor girls giggling at the nude man from over the fence.

 

SEPTEMBER 12, 1998 8:45 pm

 

Giles Ludd downed his glass of Chablis and  stood up slightly as the young couple came uncertainly into  Au Pie de Ange. Oh God. Amazing. The young woman was stunning. She was the sort that Giles had always lusted after in malls, on the street, in the typing pool at his firm—but had never been able to get to know.

 

Smith Minor his roommate at Saint Dunstan’s had called them “Townie girls” And it’s true…you don’t get to meet types like this Mrs. LaTieri—a curly blonde in a brilliant azure tube top and Pleather miniskirt—in the Harvard Club or at the opera. And look at her husband. What a behemoth.

 

Giles could just imagine that brutish fellow with a razor strop in his hand. Giles’s feet began trembling, and he felt a lump in his pants.

 

Brice, the maitre’d was guiding the nervous pair  through the elegant tables with a “Don’t-these-two-belong-in-a-diner” look. “Hey, lookie there, Stef!” the behemoth roared. “That’s the owner of the Pittsburgh Steelers sittin’ at that table over  there! No, there, by th’ winda !”

 

 Brice’s prissy face blanched as he approached Giles’s table. “Mr. Ludd, here are your guests.” The large man clapped Brice on the shoulder and offered him a dollar. “Thanks, pal.”

Brice gasped and scurried away.

“Mr and Mrs. LaTieri?” Giles said politely. “I’m Giles Ludd. Please sit down.” The blonde smiled. “Oh Mr. Ludd, call me Steffi…and this is Kevin.” She put her arm affectionately on the large man who was stuffing the dollar back in his pocket somewhat perplexedly.

 

APRIL 26, 2002

2:46 pm

"It's going to be all right." Steffi said encouragingly. "I just don't know." Giles looked extremely doubtful. He was kneeling, nude in front of Ken's open zipper. Ken was slowly pulling his dick out, with a big grin. It was an odd scene, in Giles's big library...

 

 "Gilesey, honey" Steffi said with a soft voice, "Ken came home from a hard day at the pool hall, and he wants a little relief, Giles...and that's your job..." Steffi smiled and rolled her eyes. "In a few months we'll get you a little pink bonnet and a dress to wear when you perform on his dick, and even lip-gloss, but right now, we just want you to learn the basics."

 

Giles shook his head. "I-I just can't...I'm heterosexual--" Steffi laughed.

 "You wanted to serve a couple, a man and a woman. This is part of service."

 

Ken pulled his dick out, and waved it at Giles, who began trembling. Steffi smiled and helped Giles up. “Just a moment, darling.” After picking up her Spencer paddle, an evil looking frat-boy thing with holes to accelerate speed, Steffi took Giles over to the fluffy armchair in the library. “Bend over, honey.” Giles looked desperate, his eyes leaking tears. “I-I-I just don’t want to suck but—“ Steffi took Giles by the ear and forced him over the fluffy armchair. 

 

“Now we’re going to learn obedience…I hope.” Steffi smiled at Ken who shook his head disgustedly, his limp dick sagging there. WHACK! Giles screamed. “Like a little girl, you just  have to howl, don’t you?” Steffi said sympathetically. “Now Gilesey, in a moment, you will go back and suck Daddy’s dick like a good boy, but you are going to take your paddling like a man.”

 

Steffi stroked the back of Giles’s neck as the nude little man with the red imprint on his butt sobbed silently. “No more screeching, please.” Steffi said, nicely. WHACK! Giles bit his lower lip. His buttocks felt as if they’d been dipped in a French frying machine. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Giles howled. “No, no, darling…”Steffi said in a soft tone. “You make Steffi so annoyed with all that screaming, and then I want to go get the bullwhip. You don’t want that, do you?”

 

Giles shook his head, biting his lip again. Steffi smiled at the raw meat that Giles’s buttocks had now become. She lifted her paddle again WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Steffi took turns whacking one cheek at a time until Giles burst into tears…and shook his head.

 

“Now do you think you can suck Kenny’s dick, maybe?” Steffi looked earnestly at Giles. He looked up at her, and how adorable she looked in her snug chocolate turtleneck. “I-I’ll try, Miss Steffi…” Giles looked pleadingly at her. “Be a good boy and do a good job and maybe I’ll let you suck my sweet buttocks later on, baby.” Steffi promised sincerely enough.

 

 “You love kissing my plump bottom cheeks, Mommy knows that.” Giles nodded, excitedly, thinking of Steffi’s round pink asscheeks, and the last time she’d stood before him, with her panties bunched around her full thighs, and how Giles had kissed her pink globes and rimmed all the dingleberries out of her asshole and his penis got hard.

 

Hours of kneeling and kissing her beautiful bottom…oh how wonderful it was when she allowed it, though most of the time she just allowed him to kiss her covered buttocks, but that was also a thrill—the full cheeks pushing out faded bluejean shorts and tight black pants…but bare, what heaven!

 

“No…no erections from the slaveboy now, Gilesy.” Steffi said.

 

“B-but Ma’am, I was just thinking of worshipping your buttocks—“ But Steffi’s eyes were cold now

 

“Stand up!” Giles stood, and Steffi slammed his cock with the Spencer paddle, and Giles fell over in agony, grasping his now quite limp penis. “Enough dramatics, Giles…back to Ken’s dick, now.”

 

Giles got up and crawled over to Ken’s penis and kneeled again.

 

Ken’s cock was out again, and he was massaging it a bit. “Now Giles, darling” Steffi said. “I want you to be able to really give it to Ken…I am hoping that you can join us in the morning in bed…you already lick me to orgasm when we wake up and you bring us breakfast in bed…and now I’d like it if you could also blow Ken every morning as well, before you go to work.” Giles’s stomach turned.

 

“Or in the shower” Ken said with an evil grin. “He could be on his knees suckin’ as the water comes down.” Steffi giggled. “Whatever. But anyway, to start with, I want you to do deep-throat cocksucking, none of this kiss and lick stuff.” Giles shook his head. He could not believe that he’d once been a decorated Marine lieutenant colonel.

 

“First, I want you to open your mouth, Giles, and relax it…and stick your tongue out.” Giles opened his mouth and the tip of his tongue came out.

 

Steffi’s blonde curls bounced as she shook her head emphatically. “No, all the way, and now I want you to flatten it like at the doctor’s when he puts a tongue depressor in your mouth.” Giles flattened his tongue as best he could.

 

“Now Kenny, stick it in!” Steffi clapped her hands as Ken pushed his hard penis into Giles’s mouth. “If you bite down, I’ll knock yer teeth out.” Ken warned in a gravelly tone. Giles tried hard not to cough as the big pink thing was forced between his teeth.

 

“Now…lick under the ridge of the head, Giles, and engulf him, honey. Push to the back of the throat, Ken. Relax your jaw and your throat, Giles.” Steffi shook her head. “You look as if you are not enjoying it, dear. Perhaps you’re going to have to pratice on a long necked bottle or something to take it in more, Giles. Now extend your tongue. Open your throat more, pretend to yawn, and breathe through your nose.

 

Steffi winked at Ken. “Now swallow as if you’re eating something, and that will help Ken feel like his dick is being massaged—Whoops!”

 

Ken roared as Giles pulled off Ken’s dick and vomited on the floor. Giles’s head was spinning. “I’m—not—ready—for this!” Giles said. Steffi took Giles by the back of the neck and firmly pushed him into the rug. “Lick up your mess, darling. When Giles hesitated, Ken kicked him in the stomach, and Giles went down and cleaned it all up with his tongue, crying bitterly.

 

When he was done, the nightmare was not over. Ken was still unsatisfied.

 

 

  "I'm gettins so sick of waiting for Giles to finish my blowjob, Steff." Ken said, annoyed. "He needs a little encouragement, honey. Ken pushed his dick back in his pants, and Giles seemed to brighten. Perhaps Ken was going to go jerk off, or fuck Steffi or something. Ken got up and grabbed Giles's arm. "Okay, we're going to encourage you a little."

 

Giles looked horrified. "N-no, Ken..I'm going to do it, I really am."

 

Ken shook his head stolidly."We been sitting here for ten minutes. I'm going to help you understand who's in charge." Ken pulled Giles up, and Giles looked at Steffi pleadingly, but she was implacable.

 

"Darling, we gave you a chance to do it on your own" Steffi said in a sweet voice. "Kenny is just going to help you to understand. Ken, why don't you take Giles downstairs to the dungeon, and when you come back, I think I may have a tutor for him." Ken nodded and dragged the protesting, tearful Giles to the basement door and they went downstairs.

 

There was a great deal of wailing, anguished screams from Giles and shouting from Ken, and it was clear that they were finally using the Colonial stocks that they'd purchased from Europe. But Steffi put one finger in her ear and made her phone call.

 

April 26, 2002

4:35 p.m.

 

The doorbell rang and Steffi went to get it. "Ambrose, how are ya!" Steffi hugged her hairdresser and oldest friend. "How have you been, dollcakes? Nice digs you got here, better than Ken's dad's trailer" Ambrose smiled at Stephanie. They had actually known each other for eighteen years, having lived together in a foster home.

 

Ambrose had been quite the protector for Steffi, who had had quite a time with her guardian's pedophilic interest in her...and then they'd run off to New York to be male and female prostitutes. Ambrose was the only friend who could remember when Steffi was a fat thirteen year old, and Steffi could remember when Ambrose St. Clair was originally called Egbert Mortimer Fishbein.

 

"Well, I have work for you....in kind of your old line" There was a scream from downstairs. "Don't listen...Ken is still working Giles over with a rubber hose, I think." A few minutes later, Ken brought the naked, welted Giles upstairs, and threw him to the floor.

 

"And now, Giles" Steffi said in a honeyed voice..."Uncle Ambrose will teach you how to suck a dick well!" And Giles knew his afternoon was utterly ruined!

 

 

 

SEPTEMBER 12, 1998  9:05 pm

 

 

 

After they’d ordered (Giles translating the French) and exchanged the usual inanities about the weather and the commute to the restaurant, there was a disturbing silence. What should I say, thought Giles. What have I gotten myself into? Who are these people? Perhaps they just came to see what sort of a freak—

 

“Your ad was really cute,” the girl said all of a sudden. She put a bread stick in her mouth and held it for a moment as if to fellate it, and when she removed it, there was a touch of hot pink lip gloss on the bread.

 

Giles’s eyes bulged, and there was perspiration on his upper lip. “Want to finish this, honey?” Steffi said understandingly. Giles nodded, and Steffi passed him the cosmetically stained bread, and he breathed in her perfume as he finished the bread quickly. He looked hurriedly at the husband, but he just rolled his eyes, before making headway on his own bread.

 

Giles swallowed the rest of the bread, and coughed, trying to recall the taste of the cherry-ish lip gloss that he’d just caught for a moment on his tongue. Steffi’s green eyes seemed to be dancing in amusement, and so was Giles’s cock, which really was being rather mutinous tonight. Good God, at fifty-three one should have more control over the genitals!

 

“I am not sure how acquainted you both are with the concepts of dominance and submission…much of my own experience has been cerebral.” Giles said, smiling ruefully.

 

 “Hah?” the piano-mover type said, staring. Oh, God…he’d probably rob me if I let him tie me up. Ludd, are you insane?  Still, courage, man. “What I meant to say is, I have largely fantasized about sadomasochism, I’ve not really had a great deal of er—hands-on experience, except with professionals.”

 

Steffi leaned her adorable chin on one hand. Was she flirting with him? “I know a little bit about it.” Ken snorted with a mouth full of breadsticks. Mercifully, he used a napkin to remove the bread before speaking. “ Steffi used to be an exotic dancer—“

 

“A stripper” interrupted the pragmatic Steffi. Her chest heaved slightly as she giggled, and Giles watched hypnotized as  the bright blue top bounced. He imagined her on one of those little tables, waving her crotch and shaking a thigh strapped with dollar bills.

 

“Anyways” Ken continued with a severe glance at his impudent wife, “ One night? We’re engaged six months, and I’m coming by to pick her up at the Pink Peaches?

 

 That’s the club, I was in the Air Force, and Steff tells me that we’re not goin’ home just yet, she’s made a date with a customer. I almost blew my top but she said she wasn’t—gonna you know, screw him? Ken waved a hammy finger in Giles’s face.

 

“And get this—guy says he’ll pay extra for me to watch them in my uniform…what? But turns out, we get there, she don’t take a stitch off, makes him strip down to the birthday and she gave him one helluva ass whipping…and then he licked her feet while I sucked her boobs. Paid us five bills.”

 

Steffi smiled at Giles’s puzzled look. “That’s five hundred dollars. It was a fun experience, you know?”

 

As the entrees arrived,(Ken still wasn’t sure what he’d ordered, was steak tartare anything like steak and eggs?) Giles said, with a pleased look, “Well, isn’t that interesting.”

 

AUGUST 26, 2006

"Hey, Turk, you look pleased" Private Coldwell grinned. "Did you figure out what we're going to do since we got no whore money?" Corporal Thaddeus "Turk" Randall looked up from the free weekly. "Just because we’re broke, Dennis, don't mean we can't get our tubes cleaned... Check this out in this trashy "City Dweller" paper, dude! Next best thing to pussy!"

Dennis looked over Turk's page.

 

"WANTED: Big servicemen, blue collar workers and other macho types who want to have their penises serviced by my slave Gilesa, a transvestite whore-girl. She's ugly, but can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch! No reciprocation needed or required. Come to the back room of Partridge's Truckstop on Interstate 80, Tuesday and Thursday nights, and have the blowjob of your lives! If Gilesa disappoints you, you can watch my husband and I beat the shit out of him/her until she does it right! Come on down!"

 

Dennis looked up at Turk and grinned. "Sounds good!" Turk laughed. "I got most of the fellows in the squadron going down there...we're going to skull-fuck that crossdressing bitch but good!"

 

"Sounds great to me." said Turk. "But what kind of a sicko would let a husband and wife do that to him? These egghead types are fuckin' weird!"