Chapter 9

Brad's nervousness and sadness caused Tracy to feel a little nervous. She wondered where Louise had gone, and she wondered what was going on. It wasn't Brad's way to be sad or apprehensive.

Brad knocked on Mr. Douglas' door and Joe called for them to come in. Joe was dressed. He stood near his bedroom bar with a drink in his hand.

"Punctual," he said. "I like that. You may leave, Brad? Brad nodded and stepped back out of the room. Tracy felt the wind as he shut the door. There was something very wrong. Even Joe Douglas wore a sad expression.

"Joe," she said. "Where's Louise?"

"I sent her away," Joe said. "She's gone to work for me in one of my lounges."

"In one of your lounges?"

She didn't understand. She remembered what Louise had told her about Joe Douglas' lounges. The places were fancy cocktail bars with rooms upstairs for the hostess and her gentleman. They were little more than fancy whorehouses.

Tracy told herself that Louise would never go to work in a place like that but she knew that it was true. Joe had sent her away to work in a whorehouse.

"But how could you do that?" Tracy asked. "I thought you liked her. I thought that she meant something to you. I thought that she had been forgiven for her mistake."

"She was," Joe said.

"Then why?" Tracy asked. "Why did you make her go there? Why?"

She knew she shouldn't be talking to him like this. She had actually raised her voice, a thing that would have brought punishment in the past.

But she was concerned about Louise. She had grown dose to her in the weeks they'd been together. It seemed so unfair that Louise should be made to work in a whorehouse.

Tracy was having mental pictures of poor Louise taking the men up to her room. Of little Louise having to fuck men for money and doing and taking all sorts of punishment so that Joe could get richer.

It did seem so unfair.

"Why did you force her to go there?" Tracy asked again.

"I didn't force her," Joe said. "It was where she wanted to go."

"I can't believe that," Tracy said.

Joe shrugged. "It's true. She wanted to go there. I gave her a choice of going to work there or going to work in one of my factories. Or of simply leaving. She had earned it. She wanted that kind of work."

"I can't believe," Tracy said, stunned. "I just can't. Why would she want to do that?"

"Tracy," he said sadly. "I bring a lot of women here. I teach them how to be women. I teach them how to love a man. Most of them are able to handle it, and now and then a girl panics when I send her away. She had been happy here doing what I want. She wanted a place where she would still be making men happy.

Lots of men."

Tracy finally understood. She saw that Joe was unhappy about Louise choosing the whorehouse. He had been fond of Louise.

"I think I understand," Tracy said.

"Good," he smiled. "Now it's time for you to make your choice."

"My choice?"

"Yes," he said. "You see, Tracy, I am also sending you away.

"Oh no," she said.

She felt panic clutch at her. Now she knew what Louise had been feeling. She had been very satisfied being here. She would have spent the rest of her life obeying the whims of Joe Douglas. It had made her feel complete as a woman.

Now he was sending her away and she didn't know if she wanted the outside life. She didn't know if she could handle the world outside this house.

"I don't want to go," she said.

"Of course you don't," he smiled. "Very few women do. But you see, I'm getting older and I need excitement to keep stimulating me. When a girl makes me tired then I have to do something about that. I'm afraid that you and Louise were slowly becoming less exciting."

"I can't leave," Tracy said.

"You must, Tracy," he said. "I'm afraid you have to leave. All of the girls leave sooner or later."

Tracy felt the color drain from her fate. Her knees felt weak. She sank down to the floor and sat there in a tumbled heap as if all the strength had suddenly been drained from her. She remembered how hard she bad tried to escape at first. How stupid she had been. This house was her whole life.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "I would."

He mixed her something and brought it to her. It was very strong. She could feel the alcohol warming her insides and making her feel better.

"I thought you said I was the best you'd ever had," Tracy moaned. "You are," be said. "But I have to go on to others. Other girls who are interesting."

"But I want to stay," she insisted.

"My poor Tracy," he said sympathetically. "I can only give you a choice of what you want to do other than staying here. You may do anything your heart desires."

"But I do want to stay," she said.

"Only that I cannot give you," he said.

She touched his legs, ran her fingers up to where his prick was hidden. She touched the top of his zipper. He put his hand over hers.

"One last time," she pleaded with him. "Let me suck it one last time."

"Yes. But first tell me what you have decided. Would you go with Louise or will you go home to Maggie? Your job is still open."

She almost answered that she wanted to go with Louise. She could already see herself climbing those stairs with all those men. One sexual encounter after another. If would satisfy hen But something stopped her. Perhaps it was the thought of doing it to make a living. Of being paid for her sex. She couldn't do that. It wouldn't be as enjoyable. She wanted to do it for the simple reason that she loved it.

"I want to go home to Maggie," she said.

A broad smile came to Joe's face.

"Then you understand," he said. "You understand the joys of sex. You understand that it must be done because you want to do it."

"Yes," she said.

"Take off your robe," he said.

Tracy reached for the top of her robe and stripped it off. She saw him licking his lips with appreciation as he stared down at her body.

"You still have a flawless body," he said. "Creamy white and perfect."

"And now I know how to use it," Tracy said.

He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. He bent his head and kissed the swollen curve of her tittie. He sucked in her nipple and caressed it with his tongue until she began to tremble.

He moved his mouth to the other nipple and brought it to instant hardness.

"You're beautiful," he said, drawing away "Now I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" she questioned.

"Yes," he said. "A final night for you. I'm bringing some friends in."

He opened the door and Brad and Bobby stood there. Both of them were naked and their cocks had already started growing bard.

"Ummmm" Tracy said. "I think I'm going to like tonight. I really think I am."

She took Brad and Bobby's hands and led them over to the bed. Bobby's hand dropped to caress the curve of her ass while Brad pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and admitted his probing tongue. She felt her pussy getting hot.

She made herself into a sandwich with a man on either side. Bobby's cock was pressing her and she opened her legs so that she captured his monstrous weapon between her thighs. She pushed forward so that Brad's stiff rod pressed her furry mound.

"You're both so nice," she said. "I love you both. Oh, and how I love your cocks!"

"Let's give her what she wants," Brad said.

"All right," Bobby agreed.

Brad shoved his cock quickly into her wet cunt. Bobby was a little slower and gender but his cock went up into her tight ass.

"Oh," Tracy moaned. "Now this is nice!"

They started fucking her with a slow rhythm that nearly drove her out of her mind. She could feel the two cocks pressing together as they slipped up into her two holes.

"Ummmmm," she moaned. "Oh, it feels good. Ummmm, that's nice.

She remembered Joe. She looked over Brad's shoulder to find Joe stroking his cock. He had grown hard and there was a look of lust in his eyes.

"But we're leaving Joe out," she protested. "We can't do that."

"All right," Brad agreed "I know how we'll do it."

Brad and Bobby withdrew their cocks and Brad got over on his back. He helped Tracy get into position so that she could slip her hot cunt back onto his cock again.

She shivered as she slowly enveloped his cock with her cunt He raised his hands and cupped her sensitive titties, his thumbs and forefinger caressing her nipples.

"Hot damn," she moaned. "Hot damn, you make a girl feel good!"

She felt Bobby's cock at her anus again and she positioned herself to give him better entrance. He positioned his cock right at her tiny whole and phmgcd in hard. He started flicking her in rhythm to her movements against Brad's cock.

"Now him," Brad said. "Take him in your mouth."

Joe approached them and she opened her mouth. She took his cock deep into her mouth. He grabbed her head and guided her movements as she used her mouth and tongue.

"Such a sweet mouth," he said. "You really give a good blow-job."

Tracy had never known anything so exciting as the three pricks fucked her. Her body rocked with the forces of their strokes. Her skin tingled with delight.

"Ummmmm," she moaned, not taking her mouth away from Joe's cock. "Ummmmmm."

"Shit" Bobby said. "This is so good. Her ass is so tight! So fucking tight!"

She could feel Brad growing excited. His cock-head was growing inside her cunt and she quickened her movements. She tried to close her cunt walls against her prick, causing him to grow even more excited.

"Jesus," he moaned. "I'm going to blow it. I'm going to blow my wad! Oh Jesus!"

"DO it," Tracy urged. "Put your hot cum in me! Oh yes, I can feel it! I can feel your hot cum in me! I can feel you squirting!"

He was screaming at the top of his lungs as his prick exploded into her cunt. She pushed herself down on him as far as she could. His hot cum made her feel tingly in her pussy, and she knew the explosion of her juices wouldn't be far behind.

"Oh shit" Bobby said. "Oh shit, I'm going to do it. Oh fuck, I can feel it coming! Oh Jesus, get ready! Get ready, baby! Get ready! FEEL THAT!"

She felt it as he slammed his cock deep into her ass and then his cock-head began to spurt great gobs of jism into her. She could feel his sticky jism running down her thighs.

"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh baby."

She found herself concentrating more on sucking Joe's cock. She wanted it to be the best he'd even had. She knew he would still send her away but she wanted him to remember her. She used her tongue and her lips in every trick she knew.

"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "You're going to make me come, sweet baby! You're going to make me come! You're going to taste my cum!"

She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to drink his hotcum down. She felt her pussy tingling and she knew sucking Joe was making her come.

She slammed herself down as explosion after explosion rocked her body. At the same time his sweet prick emptied its salty load of jism into her mouth.

She drank him down. She didn't allow his prick to escape until she had licked off every drop of cum.

"Oh God," be moaned. "That was great, Tracy. And it's just beginning. Just beginning."

"Yes, Tracy," Brad said. "This is going to be a day for you to remember."

It was a day for Tracy to remember the rest of her life. The three men seemed intent on tucking her to death. When one would stop another would begin.

They flicked her in the bed for a while and then they took her downstairs for more fun in the living room. They fucked her bent over the table, couches, on the carpet, anywhere that two people could fuck.

Joe even took her out to the pool and fucked her in the water. She had never climaxed so many times. She had never had so much fun.

They didn't take time out to eat. Only to drink. And Tracy was a little stoned and completely exhausted by the time evening came.

She felt Joe's hands on her tits.

"No," she said. "I couldn't do it again. I really couldn't. I'm too sore."

Joe didn't listen as his hard cock slipped up into her and he fucked her for a long while. She didn't come but she felt satisfied when his cum poured into her cunt.

"Oh Joe," she moaned. "Oh Joe."

Someone took her back up to her room. She thought it was Bobby. He put her very tenderly into her bed and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"See you, Tracy," he said. "You are a sweet piece of ass. The best ever."

She felt sleep come over her and she didn't remember if she answered him.

She left with the same bag she had arrived with. She had found it on her bed the next morning. She got up and took a shower and then ate the breakfast that Brad had put out, for her.

Brad came up and knocked on the door. He wore his driver's uniform and he didn't look like he remembered anything of what had happened the day before.

"Are you ready, Miss Dixon?" he asked. Tracy realized that this was the way that Joe would want things. As if nothing had happened in the weeks she'd been there. She nodded.

"Yes, "Tracy said, "I think so."

This time Brad took her bag as she followed him downstairs. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Can't I say good-bye to Bobby and Mr. Douglas?"

"They aren't here," he said.

"Not here?"

It may have been a lie but she didn't press it any farther. Perhaps Joe couldn't say good-bye. Perhaps he was afraid he would get sentimental about things. At least, she kind of hoped it was that way.

Somehow she felt that Joe had really liked her.

She got into the back seat of the limousine and Brad pulled away from the house. She took one last, lingering look at the house that had so changed her life.

"Does my sister know I'm coming?" Tracy asked.

"She knows," Brad said. "Mr. Douglas takes care of everything."

Tracy wondered about bow she would feel when seeing Maggie. She had been angry at Maggie at first. She bad been full of hate and ready to scratch Maggie's eyes out. But slowly she bad found out what Maggie wanted her to understand.

Now she understood the almost sad look that Maggie had given Joe Douglas. Maggie bad been to the house before Tracy, and Maggie would never forget it. Maggie wanted to go back. As Tracy would always want to go back.

She looked out the window and saw that she was getting near Maggie's apartment. A few minutes later Brad pulled the limousine to a stop in front of the "No Parking" sign.

"I would carry your bag up, Miss Dixon," he said. "But I have an errand to run."

At the moment Tracy noticed a girl on the corner holding her bag. An innocent-looking girl of perhaps twenty, with long red hair and a puzzled expression.

Brad got out and motioned for her to get into the car. Tracy got out, quickly and watched the expanse of bare thigh as the girl slipped into the car.

"Just be nice, honey," Tracy said. "Be nice and he'll be nice to you."

She looked up at Tracy with an expression of pure horror. Tracy didn't blame her. Tracy knew how it felt to be on the way to the little house in the country.

It would take the redhead a while before she learned. But she would learn with a love master like Joe Douglas to tacit her.

Tracy watched the limousine fondly until it disappeared up the highway. Then with a sigh, she turned into her sister's apartment building.

"Hello, Miss Dixon," the doorman said. "Did you have a nice trip?"

It was like she had lived there all her life. Everyone nodded and was friendly toward her. It was very strange. She stepped off the elevator and walked to Maggie's apartment. She gave the door a hard rap with her knuckles.

A nice-looking young man opened the door.

"Why hello," he said. "You must be Tracy."

"I'm Thomas Wilkes. I'll work with you in photography next week. Welcome to our company.

He held her hand and he bad a very strong grip. It excited her a little. She looked across Maggie's apartment and saw that it was filled with people.

"What is all this?" Tracy asked.

"It's a party for you," he explained. "Maggie knew you were coming home today."

"This is nice," Tracy said.

She was searching for Maggie and she finally saw her sister coming toward her. There was that same sad look on Maggie's face as she held out her arms.