One morning while they got ready for work, Henry asked Abigail, stepping out of the shower, "Tell me something, Abby. I know how the three of you fell into the sex business but I'm curious as to why you keep at it when, in my opinion, you're smart enough to do anything you want?"
Toweling herself off she said, "I looked at the world around me and realized that men ran virtually everything and, whether they deserved to or not, they made the rules. Making the rules keeps everyone in their place.
"But I also realized I could mostly control the one thing they wanted most. Stop me if this isn't so: men will risk everything for pussy."
Realizing he couldn't out rationalize her, he remained quiet.
"Then I decided that even though men thought they ran things, actually applying common business principles, I could control what I did and who I did it with and for how much."
Seeing that this was a discourse and not a simple answer he pulled the lid down and sat on the toilet while she put herself together in the mirror.
She had thought about this a lot.
"When men come to see me they pay whatever price I set. I let them think they're large and in charge and can do whatever they want but really I control the environment. I make their fantasies come true but on my terms. I know it's not for everyone but I get paid well and I love the sex. Isn't it important to love your job? Anymore questions?"
"Nope," he said, "you pretty much covered that one."
She sat down on the edge of the tub and put one leg in his lap, "Sweetie, would you mind?"
"With perk or without?
"With, please..."
"I've really spoiled you haven't I?"
"Yup"
He lathered up her lovely legs, shaved them and ate her pussy until she came. It was a delicious treat she absolutely loved.
"Next time for the perk I'm using whipped cream," he declared.
***
Everyone gathered for the morning meeting to get their itinerary and discuss problems.
"Okay, first off it's payroll day for Edgar so, per our agreement, one of you are next up in the rotation unless Edgar requests someone specifically and then they have to agree."
"I want Abigail!" said an unusually vocal, Edgar.
"Edgar!" she said, "You flatterer. Are you trying to get in my panties?"
"Well I..."
"Edgar!" said Henry, piling on the teasing. "That's my fiancé you're trying to bang. Are you trying to break us up so you can move in?!?"
"Well, I...no I..."
"'I, what', home wrecker!?!"
"No, of course not..."
Abigail, running with it, "You know, Eddy is pretty cute...and I really liked sucking his cock the other day."
"You put your dick in my fiancé's mouth?"
"Nooooo, she just took it..."
"Ya, I bet she did. Alright, home wrecker, go upstairs and do what you need to do with my fiancé!"
Abigail, giggling, took Edgar by the hand and whisked him off to her bed.
"Alright, Ginger, you've got Mr. Butt Plug at noon. Candy, you've got Mr. Slap Happy at the same time so prepare for some red hand prints. And Lana, my beautiful ex-wife, I'm giving you a shot at Mr. ShyGuy. That's the dude who's afraid to take his clothes off. My money's on you getting him naked. That's at eleven thirty. Any questions? No? Great! To your stations."
Everyone left but now he was alone with the squeaking springs on Abby's bed. Lana came back in the room, "One more thing. If Bob comes by with the wife/spunk thing I think it should be you and Abby not you and I."
"I see why you'd say that and I guess you're right but that felt like one of the last things we've done together. I'm sad about that. I know, that's crazy because we're acting out some nut-job's whack fantasy but it was us."
Lana held his face in her hands, "Thank you, Henry, and I know your heart's in the right place, but it's better this way." She kissed him on the forehead and went to her room.
By the time Mr. Slap Happy hit the doorbell Edgar had returned from his payday with a shit eating grin on his face. "Sorry again, Henry, she's just so pretty."
Henry loved a long running tease. "Well now that you've finished fucking my fiancé would you mind getting the door, home wrecker?"
"Geez, I'm sorry..."
"The door?"
"Oh sure, sorry..."
Edgar returned with Mr. Slap Happy in tow.
"Welcome back to the Cathouse, sir. Candy's upstairs waiting for you so we should settle up."
"That's good news...love that girl."
While he took hundred dollar bills out of his wallet, Henry told him a version of his usual spiel, "And she told me how much she loves seeing you. You're one of her favorites."
"Wow, really? What did she say?"
Henry, using his imagination; "She said she liked the way you hold her."
"Mmmmm, I can't wait. That girl has an unreal ass. Sorry to be so crude but I can't wait to plant my cock in her."
Henry could see the horse getting out of the barn and was scrambling to move him along and end the conversation.
Just as Slap Happy was about to go he said, "You ever fuck her?"
Uh-oh. "Yes I have. She's delightful."
"Delightful? She's fucking hot as shit!"
Henry couldn't seem to move him along and it was like being stuck at a bar stool next to some guy you didn't want to talk to.
"Every time I nail that girl I don't wanna go home. She's got the tightest pussy and the sweetest ass to back it up."
"Excuse me sir," said Edgar from the landing, "Candy's wondering where you are?"
"Oh, thanks, I better get up there," and he jumped up and ran upstairs.
Edgar just stood there, arms crossed with that grin on his face.
"Proud of yourself?" asked Henry.
Edgar nodded.
"Okay, we're even, home wrecker."
***
Having a quiet moment to himself, Henry switched his monitor to Ginger's room. Her customer had inserted a plug in her ass, adorned with large pink plumage. She was riding his cock and he was clearly getting off from the feathers tickling his balls. Henry thought it looked like something he would want to do with Abigail.
He turned up the volume slightly to hear their breathing.
He thought that Ginger never looked lovelier. His sentiment seemed out of place in the context of sex for money but there she was, majestically atop him like a queen mounting her steed. Her breasts rose and fell with each movement.
Henry, as often happened, found himself with a raging hard-on, captivated by the raw sex.
"I wish another man were joining me in fucking you right now," said Mr. Butt Plug.
"Henry," said Ginger, "if you're watching this come and help out."
Being a voyeur, like Henry often was, and suddenly addressed is a rather jarring experience but he heard her clearly and bolted up to the room.
Inside her door she said, "Mitch and I want you to remove the plug and fuck me in the ass."
His name was Mitch?
Henry said nothing but followed her instruction. In seconds his pants were off and he had lubed and penetrated her. "Oh god..." she screamed.
Their cocks worked in tandem and she came quickly and loudly. "Like this, Ging?" Mitch asked her.
"God yes...I'm cummmming aggaaiinn..."
Henry grabbed her tits from behind, pinning her arms at her side. Mitch bit down on her nipples and she screamed, "Oh shit! Motherfucker!!!!! Fuck me you bastards!!!!"
Mitch was in happy land and they just kept at it.
Edgar was downstairs at his monitor, jerking off in unison.
"Tell me where you want it, Ginger," Mitch called out.
"On my face! Cum on my face!!"
They pulled out, stood over her and jerked it until their jizz dripped down her lips and off of her chin. "You're so fucking hot, Ginger," said Mitch.
As Henry passed Edgar's station, Edgar mouthed the word, 'Wow'.
***
Henry had assimilated himself into Abigail's world fairly well and became an asset and troubleshooter for everyone but there was one area he still struggled with.
It came on his radar the first time in the grocery store during a shopping trip. Rich, a former customer of hers decided he wanted a quickie in the parking lot. Of course, Abby said no but the guy tried to bully her anyway. Henry defused the problem at hand but not the larger problem of running into other customers, welcome and unwelcome, who wanted to reconnect with her sex.
Because these guys had all paid for her pleasure in the past they thought they had the right to invade her privacy. For any proposition outside of the Cathouse, Henry drew a line in the sand.
Henry vowed to deal with it because he loved her. But the line would get periodically crossed and it bothered him.
Late in the afternoon in a drug store, they had split up and were doing their shopping in different parts of the store. Henry, having gotten what he needed, went to find Abby and stumbled into her talking to Phil, one half of The Twat Twins, regulars at the Cathouse.
"...so what do you think? I saw you and I got excited and I've got the cash. C'mon..."
Standing behind him, Phil didn't see Henry until he spoke.
"So, what's up, Phil?"
Spinning around, "Oh, hi, Henry. Just talking to Abigail. So Abby, what do you think? Ten minutes tops."
"I can't do that right now but thanks for the offer. I'll see you at the house."
"I really want you now, just like the old days. The restroom here is pretty big."
"I can't, Phil."
"Phil," said Henry, "I don't mean to interrupt but when I'm out with my fiancé I prefer she not get propositioned right in front of me."
"Fiancé?! You two are getting married?"
"Yes"
"Oh hell, I'm sorry. I thought...well it doesn't matter what I thought. I'm really sorry. You're quitting the Cathouse, Abby?"
"No, Phil, but I'm only at work when I'm there."
"Oh, because you used to..."
"I know what I 'used to' but times have changed."
"So sorry, again," he said, backing out. "Don and I will see you at the house."
On the drive home it was mostly quiet until Henry broke the silence. "Well, I played the fiancé card."
