One morning when Henry awoke he took stock of his sleeping beauty, Abigail. She was one of the most gentle, loving people he'd ever met. On the surface of things her profession obscured the depth of her person. He considered, more than he had ever before, how survival dictates how a person makes decisions in life.
Societally she was marginalized for her choices but in his eyes she was a precious, brilliant soul he adored beyond words. She came awake to him looking at her lovingly and said, "Either I've done something horrible and you're about to gracefully ease yourself out of my life or you really, really like me and can't find the right words."
He smiled, "Number two."
"Thank god," she said, "I number two you too."
Which made him laugh as she laughed with him.
"Take me dancing!"
"Take you where?"
"Dancing. Henry, all I do is work. I'd like to go out on a date and go dancing. Will you take me?"
"I'd love to take you dancing. I dance for shit but I'd love to take you dancing. How about I ask you formally? Ahem...Abigail?"
"Yes."
"Would you let me take you out for dinner and dancing?"
"Yes, Henry, as long as you don't try to take advantage of me."
"I promise," he said, stifling a laugh, "How's Friday night? You've got a couple appointments I can probably move and I can keep your calendar clear for the rest of the night."
"It's a date. And Henry?"
"Yes?"
"I really do number two you..."
***
When Friday rolled around Henry was still having a problem with rescheduling one person. Abby's regular, Mr. Fuck Spunk, was charged up and ready for more rough action at 6pm so they wouldn't be able to go until she had fucked him and cleaned up.
As hard as he tried, Henry couldn't get the immovable appointment to agree to another day. Unaware of the roadblock, Abigail came bouncing down the stairs to show Henry the new outfit she was wearing to the dance club. That was about 5:30.
She looked amazing and appeared to have been poured into the skirt and top. "We're going to have so much fun, Henry!"
"The guys are going to be staring a hole through you, baby girl. There's only one slight impediment."
"What?" she said flatly.
"Try as I might I couldn't get Mr. Fuck Spunk to reschedule so you're seeing him at six."
"Oh shit, Henry. He'll mess up my hair and it'll take me another hour to get ready."
"So, your boyfriend who adores you will wait patiently for his beautiful girlfriend to come downstairs and we'll go!"
"Oh I know you. You'll get off watching me service Fuck Spunk."
"I promise not to touch my dick the entire time you're with him, thereby saving it all for you when we come home tonight. How's that?"
"I'm getting to know you better every day and I say you can't do it. You're helpless when you're watching me have sex."
"Wanna bet? A hundred bucks!"
"You're on."
There was a knock at the backdoor and Abigail went to let him in. Listening to them, "Hey, Larry, come on in and let me go up and change."
'Larry?' thought Henry.
"No," said Mr. Fuck Spunk, "I want to fuck your hot little bod in that outfit."
"But, Larry..."
"No buts, I'll pay Henry and be right up. I'm gonna cum all over you." He grabbed her ass as she went up the stairs. "Larry!"
Pulling the bills out of his wallet, Mr. Fuck Spunk felt compelled, as most customers did, to tell Henry what he had planned for her. "I'm gonna fuck that hottie so hard she'll need to see a chiropractor."
"Have a nice time," was all Henry could ever think to say.
On the monitor Henry watched him handle her like a rag doll and as she predicted he went straight for her hair and throat fucked her, yanking her head relentlessly back and forth until he was hard.
When he finally let her up and unzipped the skirt there were already saliva stains on it. She set it aside gently but it would not be worn on the date. Then Fuck Spunk grabbed onto the front of her top and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. "Larry, godammit!! You'll pay for that."
"C'mon, bitch! Show me that ass!" and he pushed her face into the bed and mounted her from behind. Then he drilled her the way he said he would, his hand continuing to force her face into the bed. "Oh fuck!!" she yelled. "Uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn..."
"Take my dick, bitch, take it!!!" She started to play with his dirty talk, now half mad about her clothes and half giving him what he wanted.
He took a tremendous swat at her buttocks, nearly knocking her off his cock. "Uhnnnnnn, you fucking prick!!!" she yelled.
"You know you like it, bitch!!! Want more!?!" He slammed into her even harder and she started to taunt him. "That's it, fucker?!?!"
Her bedroom next to Abby's, a concerned Candy stuck her head around the corner to make sure she was alright. Mr. Fuck Spunk saw her, "Get in here and strip, I'll pay double to fuck both of you."
Candy unhesitatingly undressed and walked towards the bed. "Ass up, head down next to Miss Thing here. Now the two of you kiss while I fuck your pussies."
Candy rather enjoyed kissing Abigail when the occasion arose so they went at it while he alternately penetrated them. "I have died and gone to pussy heaven. Not one but two delicious bitches."
Forty-five minutes into his hour he gave up trying not to cum, "I'm going to shoot my load. Both of you suck me off and then I'm going to cum on your faces."
They took turns sucking him and licking his balls and eventually he let loose with a stream of white cream that decorated their faces like a garland on a Christmas tree.
Lying there in a half coma Mr. Fuck Spunk waxed poetically about them. "From now on I want both of you bitches when I come here. I think I've officially graduated to two bitches."
Hardly cheap, he tipped both of them handsomely and left to settle up with Henry.
Scrambling around for some sense of decorum Henry said to him, "We hope you've enjoyed your visit here, sir."
"Have you looked at those girls?" and he walked out.
As Henry did the last formal office work of the day before leaving, Abigail came downstairs and fell into his arms crying. "He ruined my outfit. Why don't we just forget it."
"That's exactly what we're not going to do," he said with resolve. "You'd look beautiful in a burlap bag so go up and change your clothes. We're going to get something to eat and then we're going dancing."
She stopped crying. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm taking my girlfriend dancing on our Friday night date and that's it."
She hugged him, "Thanks, Henry, I number two you." They laughed and she ran upstairs.
"Oh wait," he called after her. She turned back and he handed her a folded bill. Here's the hundred I owe you," and she giggled all the way upstairs.
"That was sweet," said Lana sitting over in the corner of the room.
A startled Henry said, "Geez, I didn't see you. How long have you been sitting there?"
"Oh, since Abby came down. I've got an eight o'clock and I got ready early. So you never paid attention to me like that."
"Ya, I know. It's a work in progress but I'm getting better at it. And, too, I think that some personalities just don't fit together as well as others."
"Didn't you love me?"
"Yes, and I still love you. I always will."
"I was jealous. If you'd just talked to me like that one time. You picked her up and showed her how much you cared about her. It completely changed her spirit. I needed that sometimes."
"I'm sorry, Lana. I failed you. It still doesn't come naturally to me. I have to reason with my natural instinct of keeping everything inside."
"You must really love her..." said a melancholic Lana, leaving the room.
"Lana," he called to her. She came back and standing before him he wrapped his arms around her and she reciprocated, They held each other tightly until the knock at the back door and the arrival of Lana's 8 o'clock.
***
Henry and Abigail had a quick bite and went to the dance club. They rarely sat down and danced like it was a tonic for their fears and anxieties. The unsteadiness of life went on holiday and the music took over their senses and for the duration of the night they only had the rhythm of each other.
By the time it hit 2am, both of them were spent and sweaty beyond belief and they didn't so much sit in their chairs as sprawl across them. They looked at each other like 'What did we just do?'
"Henry, that was so much fun I want to start all over again."
"If I did that I'd be in the hospital," laughed Henry. He watched as her exhausted joy turned to tears. "What's wrong, Abby?"
"Nothing's wrong," she said through her tears, "I'm so happy..."
"Come here, my princess." She sat on his lap and he rubbed her back.
"You get me," she sobbed. "I'm only twenty-five but I've always worried I'd go through life and no one would ever want to love me."
"Look at me, my lovely friend," he said in a way that jarred his inner voice, "You are easy to number two." She laughed between the tears.
"No," he corrected himself, "you are easy...to love."
He held her with her head on his shoulder until the house lights came on and it was time to close. "Let's go home, baby." He picked her up and carried her to the car and they drove home.
That night when she shared his bed everything was different. She had always felt safe with him but this time she felt surrounded by love.
***
The following day was a hectic, steady parade of customers and all the girls worked hard to keep everyone happy and Henry worked extra hard to maintain order and handle the cash flow.
By the late afternoon there was a break and everyone took a collective breath. Lounging in the greeting room, everyone groaned at the knock at the backdoor. Ginger answered it and yelled out, "It's for you Henry!"
