Synopsis: Jim discovers he's being blackmailed by his new "partners" but despite their offer to release him, he elects to continue the relationship. The gloves are off! Carol tells him his first assignment is to "turn Bette and Sandy out," meaning force them to become his prostitutes. Bette agrees to give prostitution a try. Bette make a connection with a hotel whore named Su Lin. Jim follows up to learn as much as possible by hiring her. They have just completed his "short arm" inspection.
Chapter 10 -- Bromfield's Temptations
Louise Returns
I poked my tongue into her belly button, and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. Then I kissed and nuzzled my way across her arching stomach, from hip to hip, digging my nose into the ticklish spots near her hip and pelvic bones.
I worked my way back up her lush body, kissing and licking the salty, sweaty underside of both breasts.
"Does my belly turn you off?" she asked. For an answer, I put her hand on my stiffening cock.
She grinned. "Feels like he's ready for his raincoat," she said. She sat up and deftly peeled the condom packet open. Then she stripped my foreskin back and quickly rolled the rubber over my straining cock. "There," she said. "Now he's ready to go to work."
"Not quite," I said, as I kissed and licked my way down her body again. This time I didn't stop until I reached her carefully tonsured mons. I was intrigued by her little heart, wondering how she trimmed and shaved it. I made a mental note to ask her.
My target was just below the tip of that tiny heart. I admired her vagina. It looked almost virginal. Her labia was firm, and the tight little seam between her legs looked as if it had never been opened.
I ran my tongue the length of it, and felt her thighs quiver and her legs separate in response. Then I hooked my tongue into the seam and slid it up until it reached her clitoris. She jumped and simultaneously squeezed her thighs against my ears and pushed my face away.
I faintly heard her say, "That's enough! Stick that big cock of yours into my little pussy. Let's get it on!"
I was ready. She opened her legs as I crawled up her body. Her hand guided me into her secret place.
"Ahhhh, there," she said as I penetrated her body. "That's better. Oh, that feels goooood. Sooo goood."
Some of that, I was sure, was whore talk, intended to get her out of the room in the shortest possible time. But my male ego whispered that some might be genuine appreciation. It was nice to think so, anyhow.
Su Lin, a good actress, went through the motions of enthusiastic sex, even simulating an orgasm, but I was disappointed. I knew her heart wasn't in it, and that attitude was infectious. I nearly lost it before I was through, but then I began thinking of the weekend just past. That was the spur I needed, and I shot my $300 wad into the latex sheath.
Su Lin let me rest inside her for about two minutes. Then she said, "We'd better get that thing out of there, big boy, before it leaks." I obligingly raised up so she could pull her leg out from under me.
She looked at me. "Would you mind removing that rubber?" she asked. "I'm not supposed to touch it after you've come in it."
I peeled it off and dropped it on the floor.
Su Lin was fastening her bra, which reminded me: "How do you trim your pussy hair?" I asked.
She laughed. "You men are all alike. It's not what you think. My husband trims it for me."
"Your husband?"
"Oh, sure," Su Lin said. "Whores have husbands, too, you know."
As a matter of fact, I didn't know. But I was learning. I had my shorts on when there was a knock on the door. Su Lin looked suddenly alarmed, but I dug in my pants for my wallet and opened the door. It was Bob the bellboy with the promised drink tray. He set the drinks down and accepted another $20 bill.
He closed the door, and Su Lin let out an exaggerated sigh. "For a minute there, I thought you had me," she said. "If a jail matron spotted this," she patted her belly, "she'd send me to the doctor, and the welfare people would get the judge to put me away until I reached my term. They're real tough on pregnant working girls."
"How far along are you?" I asked.
"Half way. Almost five months."
"Well, you sure as hell don't want to spend the next four months in jail," I said, as I handed her a drink, and sat on the edge of the bed. An idea popped into my mind.
I told her about Satin Studios. "I represent a small movie studio in the valley. Why don't you come out and do a screen test? You might be the girl we're looking for." Then I told her about Corrine's tendency to overwork her leading men. "She can't seem to control her vaginal muscles," I said. "A porno flick can survive a shitty script, awful actors, terrible direction and bad photography. The thing it can't survive is premature ejaculation. And that's what you get with Corrine." I listened to myself in amazement as I glibly rattled on. I had been a pornographer less than 24 hours and already I was an expert.
Su Lin wasn't listening. Her mind was going in the opposite direction. Her eyes began to narrow. "Are you trying to tell me you think I'm a lousy lay? That this was all an act?" she asked in a dangerously icy voice.
Even though the signals were very clear, I plunged recklessly ahead. "I don't know how good a lay you are," I said, "but I do know you're a good actress, and that's what we need. We don't need hot sex; we need photogenic sex. Do you ever take a weekend off?"
She nodded.
"Do you guys swing?"
"We used to," Su Lin said, "before Stick got hurt."
"Stick got hurt?"
Su Lin was still dressed only in her bra and panties. I enjoyed eyeing that sexy bulge above her garter belt. "He was a construction carpenter. He fell off a scaffold and wrecked his back. Now he's paralyzed from the waist down. The insurance company proved that Stick had been smoking dope and was stoned at the time, so all they had to pay were his medical bills. That's when I started supporting the family on my back.
"The baby is Stick's, just in case you're wondering," she added. "He knocked me up before he was hurt."
"Will you come out for a test? You don't have to party, but you guys might like it. We have these parties -- real swinging parties -- twice a month. You guys are more than welcome. He might not be able to fuck, but I'll bet he knows what to do with his tongue. You've got my card, talk it over with Stick and give me a call."
I expected her to slip into her dress and kiss me good night. Instead she stared wide-eyed at me.
