It was Saturday, mow the lawn day, and as an ongoing entertainment, when he started in the back around the pool, the girls would put on their skimpiest bikinis and tease him.
For him it wasn't such a tease as a treat and he thought that if every guy with a mower had four sexy girls to flash them there would be a whole lot more well manicured lawns in the world.
Lana kept a respectful distance from him but liked to join in on the pool tease. "You girls are killing me. It's getting to where I'm walking around with a 24/7 boner."
"Oh listen to poor you," laughed Ginger, "tortured by four beautiful girls every day! Oh the horror. Sounds to me like you're in heaven."
Everyone laughed and Henry got back on the riding mower to finish the lawn and then suggested that, "One of you might want to take a ride with me. It vibrates you know."
"Henry," said Lana, "Isn't that what you drove on our first date?" which cracked up everybody.
It made him feel good that she joked with him. He had made a vow not to push anything with her but only do his job and respond honestly when spoken to. He gave her all the room he could and if that wasn't enough then he'd have to accept it. As Ginger pointed out, he certainly wasn't suffering in the meantime.
He acknowledged to himself, and only himself, a crush on Abigail. God she was unbelievably cute and the fact that he could put his cock between her legs just made it all the sweeter.
Although he would get jarred back to reality quickly enough, Henry successfully compartmentalized the fact that he was managing a whorehouse. It was almost like his psyche had bought into the sorority story he pedaled to the neighbors.
Just good wholesome fun and education!
It was Abigail who texted the fact that she and Lana had switched bedrooms at Lana's request. That bedroom, of course, directly faced Henry's dining room. 'Make of that what you wish,' she added.
While he spent most of his time behind the desk in their greeting room, sometimes late into the night he would see Lana entertaining a client. It was like she wanted him to see her. Henry never said a word about it. He would simply get a chair and watch, her blinds always open.
She left just enough light on to see the shadows interact but it almost always concluded with her taking it doggy style against the window, her hands on the glass. He could hear her loudly cum and knew she was playing to him. The customer would never know or care.
It had become an odd relationship born of continued affection and resistance. The cathouse had become a refuge where Lana could have her own income, making her financially independent. Henry could see that she very much needed that.
In fact, at this point she was making much more than him, having generated a large base of regulars who only wanted her.
***
More frequently, Henry would wake up at 3 or 4 in the morning with Abigail in his bed. He locked the doors every night so his assumption was that she used Lana's key.
Most of the time they came at his request for sex but more and more he would wake up with Abigail snuggling close to him. He usually said nothing because, truth be told, he liked it but one morning approaching dawn, out of curiosity...
"Abby...Abby?"
She slowly opened her eyes. "What, Henry? I'm sorry, did I wake you up? I'll go..."
"No, Abby, don't go. Please stay. I love it when you're here."
"You do?"
"Of course. How many men get a sleepover with a beautiful girl? But I just wanted to ask you why you sleep here sometimes?"
"Because there are nights I can't sleep and then I get restless and it gets worse. I come over here, get close to you and drop right off. I couldn't tell you why exactly but I guess I feel safe next to you."
"Maybe, Abby, it's because this isn't that. You work over there all the time. My house is like Switzerland."
She giggled a little, "Ya, you're probably right. Henry? Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Well you're naked and in my bed so I'd say a personal question is not out of line."
"Why do you keep trying with Lana? She's angry and told us she's never coming back to you."
"Because I didn't appreciate what I had and I'm teaching myself something about relationships and caring for other people. She may never want me again but, right now, that doesn't matter."
"Henry?"
"Yes?"
"Will you hold me?"
"I've got you, Abby." He wrapped her in his arms and they fell back asleep.
***
Later in the morning, Henry set up shop in the greeting room for the start of the day and at the backdoor came an older guy, Ernie, maybe 65 or so, shopping for he and 2 nephews.
"I read on your site you do pool parties and that's how I want to celebrate my retirement, fucking some young hottie by the pool."
Putting on his professional hat, Henry said, "And how many girls did you want?"
"I don't know. Could I see them first?"
"You're in luck since no one's with a customer right now." Henry pushed a button that signaled to the girls to come down for a lineup.
They got into their sexy poses and displayed their assets.
"Wow," said an amazed Ernie, "so much delicious pussy to choose from. Ahhhh, how about I take all of them?"
"For how long?" said a surprised Henry.
"Three hours?"
"That's going to be very expensive, sir."
"I don't care."
"When?"
"Tonight."
Leaning on the first word, "That...would be pretty much impossible since the girls already have other appointments."
"Reschedule all of them. Tell them I'm picking up the tab for their visits and, by the way, I'm inviting you too."
"Oh, no sir I'm just support staff, I couldn't do that."
"You like girls don't you?"
"Sure, but..."
"Oh, c'mon, Henry," said Lana, "join us for some fun."
