By Friday night the place was ready. A town inspector had signed off and issued an occupancy permit. The two cabins were torn down and the other four had been cleaned out and painted They just needed the plumbing and electrical checked out and new fixture and furniture. They would be ready the following week. Saturday afternoon the four wives with us husbands watching, sexually service several black business men that provided the labor to fix the place up. Jack paid for all the materials. After all, in the end it was his property and the motel was a legal business.
When the renovated cabins were ready. Jack moved four of the renters from the back cabins into them. The now empty cabins were then renovated. When the first to were ready the last two renters moved in and the last two cabins got their makeover. Business for the cabins was good. The only complaint was there wasn't any where near by for breakfast. Jack decided to turn the kitchen and dining room into a diner.
My wife and her friends didn't want to work every weekend. They were ok with taking care of the contractors during the week. As that was just a couple of hours mid-day. There was never a need for more than two of them to be on call. This was going to be a problem.
Carol was willing to whore herself every weekend. But that would not be enough. So my wife and her friends would each take a turn working a second weekend Till we could fined more women willing to become whores for black men.
We didn't just need women. They needed to be white married women. That was the thing that made the most money. The clientele we wanted paid extra to fuck a white married woman.
Carol started dancing again a couple of afternoons mid-week. She didn't like hanging around the motel if she wasn't working. This was a blessing, as she learned that a few of the dancers were turning tricks.
The club was closed on Mondays, so Carol had them come to the diner at 2pm. Carol and my wife met with them and asked them if their husband knew they turned tricks. Some got nervous and thought they were going to be blackmailed.
Jack and I joined them and My wife told them: "These are our husbands. Carol and I are both whores that turn tricks with black men. They pay extra knowing they are fucking a white man's wife. Two of my married friends are also working as whores here. All our husbands know we are doing this. So again, do your husbands know you turn tricks. If your husbands know and are ok with it. We are offering each of you a job here."
There were six of them all but one raised here hand. My wife asked the sixth: "Your husband doesn't know?
She replied: "I am divorced, my husband forced me to become a dancer. He claimed we needed the money. The second week guys he knew started coming in. They told me my husband told them they could fuck me for cash. To check me out at the club to see what they would be paying for. When I got home and told him what they said. He again told me we need the money. Besides you like fucking and you give great blow jobs. I told him I was his wife not his whore. That was the first time he beat me. So, I started turning trick so I wouldn't get beaten again.
My wife asked her: "How did the divorce happen."
She told us: "One day I woke up and there was about a doesn't bikers in the house. My husband offered to let them gangbang me for five-hundred dollars. I refused he beat me in front of the bikers then let them gang rape me. I passed out at one point and when I woke up. The bikers and my husband were passed out. Without them knowing I called the police and told them I was being raped by a bunch of bikers. By the time they got to the house some of the bikers were on me again. When the cops knock on the door my husband got up and answered it. Knowing they had arrived I screamed help me. The bikers made for the back door but there were cops there also. I was taken to the hospital. I had cracked ribs a fractured arm a concussion and my asshole was torn. The bikers made bail and took off. My husband couldn't make bail. I had been appointed an advocate who had our accounts frozen. Plus, a lean on the house. That prevented my husband being able to post bail.
A week before his trial it came out that he married me under a false name and was wanted in another state. He had done the same thing with his other wife. I was lucky I lived she died from her ordeal. So, know husband but I wear the rings he gave me. The club owner doesn't know this. I dance and whore myself to survive. I dropped out of high school when I turned sixteen. My parents are dead and there is no other family I know about."
She was crying as were most of the women. I felt bad for her. Carol, my wife and I each started to interview the women separately. I took the divorced woman first.
I told her my name and asked her: "I need to know your real name. I know you dance as Diamond."
She told me: "My name is Jen."
I asked: "Is the only reason you are dancing and turning tricks is for the money? If you, could you wouldn't do either."
Jen answered: "To your second question Yes. To your first, yes and no."
Me: "Care to explain."
Jen: "There was one other thing that happen to me during my rape gang bang. I got knocked up. I didn't have an abortion because I knew it wasn't my husbands. He stopped having sex with me after I turned my first trick. All the johns wore condoms. The rape gang bang was all bare back. When I protested my husband told me if I got knocked up, we could sell the baby for a lot of money. I chose to have the baby and love her very much. So yes, I do it because I want to provide for my daughter. No, it is not something I want to do."
