The Woman With The Black Eye

The Nooky Network 02 - The Woman with The Black Eye

By Horny Times Contributor

Overview

Le réseau Nooky

or

The Nooky Network

- an international network of social clubs which exist to satiate the hedonistic desires of its owners, otherwise known as Patrons.

The Network

is now 3 years old and boasts of private clubs and enclaves, either in major cities or occupying rural and privately-owned land the world over.

The Grand Sierra Enclave

- A privately owned pleasure resort owned and operated by

The Nooky Network.

Often referred to simply as

The Enclave.

It is situated on the southern side of I-80 on the Eastern side of the Sierra Nevada Mountain range,

The Enclave

occupies 100 square miles of deeply forested grounds set well above the Truckee River floodplain.

Jane's Pussy Palace

- The main attraction within

The Enclave

. Previously, it was a famous brothel open to the public, owned and operated by the former and famous European pornstar, Jane Darling. Now, it is closed to the public, but its sexual activities continue.

Pussy Par-Excellence

-

The Nooky Network's

Reno, NV downtown facility. It is run out of

The Horny Harlot Superstore

inside

The Monroe Building

.

Maximum Pleasure Products

- (

M.P.P.

) A highly successful, commercial enterprise launched by former pornstars Veronica Hart and Adele Stephens. It is a worldwide vendor of fine adult clothing, accessories, toys and movies.

Unquenchable Desire

-

M.P.P.'s

most popular product, an aphrodisiac for both men and woman designed to help get and keep horny people 'in the mood.'

M.P.P.

has recently released a version as a mango flavored wine cooler.

Nympho

- An independent contractor who provides sexual services on behalf of

The Nooky Network

.

Patrons

- An international group of founders, owners and operators of

Le réseau Nooky

or

The Nooky Network. Patrons

are made up of elite current and former pornstars (some of whom also double as Nymphos), trust fund babies, heirs to vast fortunes, and others who have made it big in the private sector.

This story features two pornstars from the past: Faye Reagan and Hanna Hilton.

Prologue

It was in early April when P.I. Ralph Ransom first spotted the young, red-haired, many freckled woman as she entered

The Horny Harlot Diner

. In fact, it was the third day in a row that she came in dressed like a streetwalker. Today she was adorned in a pink, spandex outfit that emphasized the outlines of her tits and pussy leaving nothing to the imagination.

She was obviously a hooker, beautiful, but a hooker non the less.

What particularly captured his attention was the big-black shiner that disfigured her right eye.

She found a booth and ordered breakfast. The meal was a meager one and when she clasped her cup of coffee, she used two shaking hands. There was some kind of egg sandwich, half eaten on her plate. She looked famished and on her last legs.

Plainly, she had recently been assaulted. Ralph had an intense dislike for men who assaulted women, even hookers.

She was exactly the type of woman he was always on the lookout for.

As an ex-cop, he disapproved of women selling themselves on the streets. He knew that usually this was because of some serious misfortune that had occurred in their lives. He didn't have anything against prostitution,

per se

, as long as it took place under carefully controlled conditions. He also knew that women had been selling themselves since the dawn of time.

Nor did he object to being the private investigator for

The Nooky Network

because

The Network

met his standards. It offered the opportunity to take a few unfortunate women off the streets and put them back on their feet, to his immense satisfaction.

So, when he spotted the woman with the black eye, he figured this was another opportunity to do good.

He approached her and said, "May I?" asking if he may join her for breakfast.

She looked up into the kindest, most world-weary eyes she had ever seen. He was craggy faced, in his early fifties, and she figured he was harmless. She was also curious about what he wanted. She didn't think it was sex.

"Please," she said affirmatively.

He slid into the booth and in the next second he was placing a business card on the table in front of her. It said:

Ralph Ransom

Private Investigator

Licensed and bonded

1-775-467-1122 Fax: 1-775-4467-3412

Her hands began to shake harder, so he reached out and clasped her hands in a reassuring grip. "Relax, you're not in trouble. There is no need for you to panic," he said in the gentlest voice possible.

"What do you want?" she asked with a voice still filled with trepidation.

"I want to take you off the streets. Being a streetwalker is no life for a young woman. I'm a retired cop and I've seen plenty of streetwalkers in my time. Right now, I want to get a decent meal into you."

He looked around and spotted a waitress and waved her over. He said, "Trixie. Bring this woman a Denver omelet, with hash browns and an orange juice. On the house. Please."

Trixie took a good look at her and immediately understood the situation. This wasn't the first rescue situation she had observed.

"Thank you very much," Faye said sincerely. "Why are you doing this?"

He was happy to hear the note of dignity in her voice. She was salvageable.

"I am the private investigator for

The Nooky Network

. Have you heard of it?"

"Yes, it is a ring of high-class prostitutes. I've seen the brochures."

"Essentially, I have two jobs for

The Network

.

One

, I screen all would-be Patrons before we allow them anywhere near our women. Patrons must meet minimal standards in wealth and conduct. They must pass a criminal background check and be checked for s.t.d.'s.

Two

, whenever possible, I like to take streetwalkers off the street, especially before that lifestyle has a chance to ruin their lives. Tell me about yourself."

Her story made him angry but brought no surprises. After graduating from nursing school, she had married a Lothario who cleaned out their joint bank account and disappeared, leaving her with a mortgage and a car payment. Lacking other resources and in need for some quick cash, she returned to the 'trade' which financed her medical education.

She had only been walking the streets for three days and hadn't been having much success. The few bucks she made was quickly used up in meals and grimy hotel rooms.

It was a story as old as time.

Trixie brought the omelet and placed it on the table just as Ralph was holding up his hand and saying, "OK. I've heard enough. Men are supposed to protect women," with a voice filled with contempt.

With that Faye succumbed to hunger and dug into her meal.

Then he said, "Here's what I want to do if you'll let me. First, we'll put you up in a room and let you get some sleep. Then, I want you to talk to some of our women and let them tell you their stories about what life is like inside

The Network

. Then if you like what you're hearing, we'll take the next step."

She was astounded, "You're serious? You want

me

to be a high-class Nympho inside your

Network

?"

"Certainly," he said looking her dead in the eye.

"Why? Why me?"

"You're a beautiful woman who has had a run of bad luck and I don't like what your ex has done to you. I'd rather you be in

The Network

than walking the streets. Believe me, you won't be the first woman I've rescued. Call it my personal mission in life. Further, our women quit all the time."

"Again, why?"

"Good, a very intelligent question," he said. "The reasons vary. Some quit to get married. Others because they've graduated from college and want to pursue actual careers. Others to be closer to friends and family. Being a Nympho

is not

and should

not

be viewed as a lifetime career for anyone. Merely a temporary stop on the road of life."

"Very poetic."

"So? What do you say? Interested? Of course, you can quit anytime."

She thought about it and figured she couldn't do any worse. What did she have to lose, after all? She had heard that the Nymphos were well paid for their 'services.' She had also learned of the various safeguards

The Network

had installed to protect them.

She decided to look into it further.

"Ok. I'll look it over," she said.

"Excellent!" he said with a big smile on his face. He called Trixie over again and said, "Call upstairs and have them find a room for Faye here, so she can get a few hours of sleep. Also, find her some fresh clothes."

Trixie smiled a great smile and said, "Welcome to

The Network

, Hun. You're among friends now! This will be much better for you!" and then departed.

Faye was startled by Trixie's enthusiasm, "She was positively gushing!"

"She was!" Ralph concurred smiling. "Trixie is always gladdened whenever I succeed in rescuing a streetwalker. She used to be one herself. She's a sensitive soul."

"She's a Nympho?"

"Eh,

no

. Not anymore. She

was

a Nympho. She had enough of that life. Now she's quite happy with a husband who loves her and a kid and doesn't want to go back to 'the life'."

"I see."

"In any case, now that you've finished your breakfast, it's time to get you some shuteye."

Seven hours later

Faye rose from her slumbers and was temporarily startled to find herself in a strange room. Then she recalled the earlier events.

She spotted a change of clothes draped over a nearby chair with a note attached:

Come and see me when you wake up,

Sabrina

She looked further and discovered they were the correct sizes.

She took a quick shower and changed. Then she wondered what she should do with her old slut clothes. Then decided that she didn't want them anymore and tossed them in the trash.

She left the room and found her way to the front desk. She said, "Hi, I'm Faye Reagan. I'm supposed to see someone named Sabrina."

The brunette behind the counter smiled and said, "Hi! I know all about you. Hang on," and picked up a phone and said, "Sabrina, your sleeper is awake!"

A minute later out came a big-boobed redhead with a big smile on face. She took Faye by both hands and said, "Hi Faye! I'm Sabrina Maree. I'm the Mistress of Nymphos around here. It's my job to look after all the women and cater to their needs. Come on back!"

Once inside her private office, Sabrina began her induction speech, "Faye, I'll be honest. We're all prostitutes around here. We're just picky about who we have sex with. If you join us, you'll be one too..."

That had been several hours ago. It had been a whirlwind 'courtship' so to speak. Everything had gone as both Ralph and Sabrina had promised. The Nymphos had welcomed her with open arms and had been effusive and candid about their experiences within

The Network

.

When she realized that prostitution could never be better than this, she agreed to come on board.

"Excellent," said Sabrina. "I see you as one of our part-timers. We have quite a few. Since you have nursing credentials, I'll see if one of our doctors is willing to take you on. Were you happy being a nurse?"

"Yes."

"Good. In the meantime, we'll handle your mortgage and car payments, so you won't lose either..."

That was yesterday and when she learned that all her financial problems were taken care of, her enthusiasm for 'the life' returned. She had always enjoyed fucking.

The following day

Faye came in early, met with H.R. and was officially hired as an 'entertainer'. Then she met with

The Network's

webmaster so he could create her on-line bio and take a few nudie pics. Faye found the experience pleasant.

Shortly thereafter, a new announcement appeared on

The Network's

website:

" The Network is happy to announce the availability of a new Nympho.

Here name is Faye Reagan.

She's an incredibly sexy lass, weighing in at 5'5", 36-24-36.

Her Irish lilt will brighten your day!

Sexual Orientation: Bi. Limitations: No anal.

The announcement was accompanied by a pic of Faye lying on a sofa playing with her pussy. She couldn't look more enticing.

"Are you ready for your first 'date?'" Sabrina asked.

They were sitting in a private office, behind the welcome desk, staring at a computer monitor, waiting for a zoom-call with Hanna Hilton.

"Sure," Faye said somewhat nervously.

Sabrina knew the symptoms. She patted Faye's leg while saying, "Look, it's ok to be nervous. It's expected of first timers. Hanna will coach you through it."

It was then that a ravishing buxom-blonde-beauty appeared on the screen, "Hi Faye. I'm Jane Darling's No. 2 out here at

The Enclave

..."

Faye had been told all about

The Enclave

and its special relationship with

The Network

.

"...And this is Terrance Williams and together we would like to engage your services for tonight."

Faye gulped. She had never been in a threesome, but the two seemed friendly enough. "Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound," she thought.

"Very well. It's a 'date!'" Faye agreed.

"Great! Pack a bag and prepare to spend the night! We'll send a car for you at six."

"I'll be ready!" Faye said as the teleconference ended.

Then she thought about it, looked over a Sabrina and asked, "Did you set this up?"

Sabrina said without apology, "Certainly. I do this with all new Nymphos. I arrange their initial 'dates' for them and turn them loose when they get their 'sea-legs', so to speak. It's important that you have fun and become comfortable with the way this operation works. Hanna will coach you through it. In other words, when you feel comfortable managing your 'dates' on your own, I'll turn you loose. By the way, Hanna is a Nympho also."

Faye thought about it and decided that she was excited and looking forward to tonight's tryst in a nervous sort of way.

"Go on. Go home and get a change of clothing and be back here at five, prepared to have fun," Sabrina said.

Five p.m.

Faye returned dressed simply in a long-sleeved, light turquoise blouse that left her belly button exposed, a short white skirt, shoes and nothing else. She was going

au naturel

as far as her pussy was concerned.

And that really made her nervous.

She was also excited in a way that she had never felt before.

The door opened and in walked Sabrina with another woman and a chauffeur. She said, "This is Amber. She'll be going with you to

The Enclave

. Billy here will be your driver."

They shared introductions all around and then Billy said, "Let's get the show on the road!"

Jane's Pussy Palace - Six p.m.

Faye stood at the balcony outside

Jane's Pussy Palace

, looking out across the semi-desert landscape toward the distant pine trees.

She was feeling impatient when a soft midwestern voice came from behind her, "Oh, there you are. Come this way."

She turned and saw Hanna dressed in a black negligee, holding a door open.

She followed Hanna inside and into...

The Pussy Portal

She was astounded to see a sign over the doorway that read:

Welcome to The Pussy Portal!

Your gateway to indescribable pleasure!

Once inside there was another much smaller sign sitting on a tripod that read:

Help yourself to pussy!

Hanna saw Faye frowning as she thought about the implications. She said, "I understand it's a weekly tradition in European brothels. Jane Darling is from Europe."

She pointed to a nearby sofa and said, "Have a seat. I'll be back in a minute."

Hanna departed and a nearby woman said, "Hi! I'm Ashley. You must be a new girl."

"I am."

"Nervous?"

"Yes," Faye didn't see any harm in admitting the truth.

"Understandable, but don't be. You're going to have lots of fun!"

"Hope so!" Faye said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

Hanna returned carrying the keys to a room.

"Let's go upstairs. Terry will join us shortly," Hanna said.

Hanna led Faye upstairs to a private room wherein she pointed to a set of opposing loveseats and said, "Have a seat and went to a nearby refrigerator. She returned with a couple of bottles and popped the lids, while gushing, "Drink up! You'll love it!"

Faye looked at the bottle. It was a wine cooler with a black ornate label:

Unquenchable Desire

An Aphrodisiac for Men and Women alike!

Mango Flavored

Then there was a warning: "

For private use only. NOT

f

or public use!

"

"Are you serious?" Faye asked skeptically as Hanna took her place on the loveseat across from her.

"It's M.P.P.'s latest advance!"

Faye wasn't certain what that meant, then Hanna elaborated, "It's to get us both into the proper mood."

Faye didn't believe that she needed a 'helper'. She sniffed it and said, "Smells like mangos."

"Tastes like it too!" Hanna said with a great big smile on her face and looked at Faye with approval and eager anticipation.

"Why the warning?" Faye asked.

"It gives folks a severe case of the hornies, something people should only experience in private. Don't want men walking around with raging hard-ons in public!"

"I see," Faye said.

Faye saw that Hanna was sipping at her bottle without the slightest hesitation and decided to follow suit. She concurred, "Tastes great!"

Hanna smiled her approval. Minutes later, when she saw that Faye had begun to move about restlessly on the sofa, she knew the elixir was beginning to take effect. Hanna smiled again when she saw Faye reach underneath her short skirt and begin to stroke her pussy.

Hanna stood and removed her negligee. This was followed by panties. Faye followed suit by removing her own blouse, revealing her cone-shaped tits. She stopped undressing when Hanna took a seat next to her. Hanna pulled Faye closer to her. Faye felt Hanna's soft lips press firmly, sweetly against her own. Hanna was gentle yet insistent with her kissing while at the same she began to massage Faye's tits. Hanna's arms held her close, her warm lips pressed tightly against Faye's own. Faye sighed when a hot tongue slipped into her mouth and began probing explorations while a hand reached down and began to stroke her bare pussy.

Hanna's mouth came away from Faye's own and came to rest on the side of her cheek. Her warm breath was felt as at the same time, Hanna whispered hoarsely, "

Oh, Faye, I'm going to eat you like a candy bar! I'm going to suck your pussy until you can't stand it anymore! I'm going to lick you dry!

"

She reached out and clasped Faye's mouth to her own tits. "

Suck!

" She commanded. Faye began to kiss, lick and suck at them with steadily increasing enthusiasm. Never before had she become so horny so quickly. Her pussy was seeping fluids. Her nipples stood tall atop her tits.

Hanna took time out to return the favor. She took Faye's tits into her own mouth and was kissing and licking them all around when she succumbed to a fog of lust of her own. She stopped to breathe and saw Terry enter the room behind her.

Terry watched silently as Hanna's head disappeared as she left a trail of saliva down Faye's torso. Down it went until it encountered Faye's copper-colored muff. The first touch of the soft mouth on the inside of Faye's thighs was so excruciatingly pleasurable that Faye almost cried out: but the cry, choked off short, became a low and gentle moan as Hanna pressed a warm kiss on the soft, hairy muff. At the same time, Hanna used her hands to spread Faye's legs wider and still wider...