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If the reality of unfaithful women isn't your thing you're in the wrong place.
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Another Monday. Doctors will tell you that sperm can live in a woman for up to three days. I was never able to have kids, but all the black seed from the day before seemed to be moving around in me. It was probably just my imagination, but I liked the thought of it. Monday at our little whorehouse continued the increase in business with me handling six clients during the day. When the other girls came in it went to rotation. Another fourteen men took a got their turn with three of us. Evie missed the night because her period started.
We closed at midnight. Fourteen men shared in six hours kept each of us content. Connie wouldn't tell her husband that I'd found help. Every night brought in a couple of her bank customers from her day job. She kind of flirted back with them at the bank. When they realized some cash could get them the fuck of their dreams most were out the same night. I don't think the two weeks I asked her to come in to help me open up nights was going to be the limit as she didn't want to miss a fuck. Nights at home couldn't compare to her passion for trying different cock every night.
Chances were that the sisters-in-laws Evie and Judith would be there every night as well. I asked them to help me during the day. Neither wanted to give up sticking their husbands with the kids for the night. It had gone from teaching their husbands a lesson to something neither one wanted to give up.
The answer to my day help dilemma showed up on Tuesday. Good things happen to me on Tuesday. We found this place on a Tuesday. I fucked outside my marriage the first time on a Tuesday.
ReBecka was my neighbor although we had never met. Her dad was the rancher that wanted to buy the property. He'd been making low-ball offers on the place for years. The lady we bought it from got a kick out of selling to us and not to him.
ReBecka was the stereotypical Mormon blond with blue eyes. She was pretty and tall. I'd guess maybe even as tall as five foot ten. As far as tit size goes she didn't really have any. A killer round ass on her made up for being skinny and flat chested. I asked for her driver's license because she looked fifteen. Damn!
"Happy Birthday!"
"Daddy said until I was eighteen and living at home I had to do what he said. I left once and the cops dragged me back. Well, fuck him, I'm eighteen now."
The easiest thing to tell about ReBecka was that she was stupid. Real stupid. Tree stump stupid. Later she would try to explain that her Mom and Dad were cousins. Some kind of double cousins with mixed Aunts, Uncles, and grandparents. After the explanation as near as I could tell she might me he own fucking sister. It sounded like a recipe for an FLDS child on the Utah/Arizona border or maybe a child of the Kingston's with all the intermarriages. Then there was the stupid voice with the Valley Girl accent.
The only thing more stupid was the kid standing next to her. Brian, her boyfriend. A couple inches shorter than her this loser was holding a skateboard and wearing a hoodie in an effort to look cool. All he projected was a level of ignorance suggesting an IQ even lower than his girlfriend. All I got from him as an introduction was a questioning 'Sup?
"Dad hates this place. Him and his fucking church shit."
ReBecka was looking around with a stupid smirk on her face.
"What do you want, ReBecka?"
"I want a job. I can fuck guys."
I looked at the kid. "Have you been fucking her?"
"Yeah, Mom gets her the pill. Mom said she wasn't raising no grandbabies."
I looked at the skateboard. "How is she getting to work?"
"Yeah, got that covered. Mom says she'll bring her out until we get a car."
"Do you work?"
"Naw, I ain't going to have to if she starts fucking guys here for money."
"That's your plan? Live with your Mom and let your girlfriend fuck strangers to support you?" I questioned him.
"Hey! She wants to do it. I ain't stopping her."
I shook my head at him and looked at ReBecka. "We will give you a try. But, no freaky shit, this fucking asshole here doesn't hang out, and no bubble gum."
I figured an airhead like her would chew bubble gum.
"When do we start?" She asked.
"It's not we. It's you. He is not hanging around. If you can get him out of here now I'll try to get you started. You need to work with me during the days and can work as late as you want at night."
"Hey, I'll go and wait down by the highway for Mom to get me. See ya, Becks!"
What a loser. Love is blind. I gave him my "look to kill" look.
At this time I should be questioning my sanity. A flat chested eighteen year old that looks fifteen? Guys are going to be fucking the hell out of that! Her dad owning the ranch that was on three sides of us. He had been a real asshole. His daughter fucking guys in the whorehouse he hates so much. Perfect!
We chat a little bit. Porter was zipping through videos like crazy. If he was hung up on the 23 year old chicks, wait until he sees this one. I walked ReBecka over towards him.
"That dude's cool. I'd fuck him!"
"Why is that?"
"I don't know? He's old? My dad is about that old."
"He's my husband!"