Chapter 11

Linda returned to the station house in triumph. As the released clients and girls gathered outside the lock-up, the girls let out a cheer. Linda bowed, then held up her hands for silence.

"I think this calls for a celebration. The management of Cloud Nine would like to announce a champagne party to begin ... as soon as you all can get back." A cheer went up on all sides, then everyone rushed to the door of the station house.

In the confusion, Linda lost track of Herb, but with a few of the girls, she found a cab and in minutes they were going up the familiar elevator to the ninth floor. Everything looked just as they had left it. Somehow Linda was surprised since she had always imagined that vice squads took axes to everything. For some reason they had even left Mandy behind to guard the place. Her jaw dropped open as the elevator deposited them all right in front of her.

"Don't gawk, Mandy, and call a caterer. Champagne, smoked salmon, and any other marvelous delicacy they can think to add. And make the order for ... I think thirty people?" she added abstractedly. "Is Joe here?"

"Why, yes. He's in there just sitting and ..." said Mandy wide-eyed.

"Well then, get on that phone," ordered Linda with a grin and opened the door and went in, the girls following her.

Joe jumped to his feet.

"Linda! You can't imagine what I've been going through. And after I promised you this would never happen." He rushed to her and, grabbing her in a bear hug, lifted her up in the air and whirled her around.

"Well, let me down, and I'll tell you how I did it," she replied, laughing. The girls all applauded as Joe set her down on her feet. Not omitting a detail, she told every bit of the story from the one-balled mayor to the rookie dicks. As she was telling her story, the room filled up steadily with more of the girls and the customers, until at the end of her final word about rookie cop pricks, the whole crowd burst into applause. Mandy burst into the room.

"The caterers are here. I told them to hurry and here they are and . . . and Linda," she gulped suddenly, "your husband's outside."

Joe turned pale.

Linda laughed at his face with its worried expression.

"Oh, Joe, don't get so anxious. You'll get an ulcer, or worse, a heart attack. My husband Herb was in the lock-up with us. It seems he was one of our orgy customers. We haven't quite settled that business yet."

"Oh," gulped Joe.

"And," said Linda breathlessly, "I think the caterers should set everything up in the orgy pit and that we should all get rid of these clothes and go to it."

Her words were received with a deafening roar of approval and wild applause. Mandy led the startled caterers into the room and down the hall. They set up quickly and left as girls and customers rushed to their cubicles and dressing rooms.

"Hello, Herb," said Linda laconically as she went out to the reception area.

"Linda, are you all right?" he said rushing to her and hugging her in his brawny arms.

Linda laughed lightly.

"Am I all right? Of course. Who do you think got us all out of that mess, Santa Clans? I'm a big girl now, Herb. And we're going to have to come to some kind of understanding." ,.

"You aren't really the manager of this place, are you?" he asked as if he were deaf to what she had just said.

"Not only that, but I just blackmailed the Chief of Police and the Mayor to get us all out."

"Jesus Christ," was all Herb could think to say.

"Let's go into the orgy pit and have a good time, okay?" she said with consummate cool.

"Wait a minute, Linda. Wait. We've got a lot to talk over and ... and a lot love-making to make up for."

"Oh, really," she said sarcastically.

"Linda, you don't know what happened. I've been going nuts these past months. The company was broke, Linda. No cash. The banks wouldn't give us a loan without enormous interest and collateral . . . like every thing we have. I finally decided to find a partner and yesterday ... yesterday, Linda, a marvelous man down in Houston signed the deal. We're back in the running, honey, don't you see? So when I got home and you weren't there, I made a few phone calls and an old business friend of mine convinced me this was a time to celebrate and insisted I come with him to this place."

"Well, I can think of another way to celebrate," stated Linda. "Let's go get a drink," she added, pulling Herb after her.

As they entered the room corks popped and a cheer went up. Everyone was stark naked, including Joe.

"Here's to a divine and clever lady," toasted Joe. Linda blushed and stepped down to get glasses of champagne for Herb and herself.

"Cheers," toasted Linda to the crowd. They all drank, then burst into a cheer. Linda held up her hands for quiet.

"Joe, everybody, this is my husband Herb." The introduction was greeted with a round of applause. "And . . . listen, I have an announcement to make. First to Joe, thanks for the opportunity you gave me, Joe. You've been the best boss in the world . . ." she added, tears coming into her eyes. "But my husband's back, and I want to resign." Everybody booed, then shouted "no." "Yes. I've made up my mind. Thanks for everything," she said giving them all another toast and draining her glass. She turned back to Herb and said in a whisper, "Come on, Herb. My car's out back."

As the door of the orgy pit shut behind them, Linda heard Joe announce: "Let's celebrate. That's the way Linda would want it!" She shuddered. It was almost as if she were dead. But in a way she was, to that kind of life. It was all over. She put her arm around Herb.

"Well, I've got my car out front," said Herb with a laugh.

"Then we'll just have to make a parade of it," quipped Linda.

Two white Cadillacs sped down the highway, reaching a comfortable, upper middle class home in a comfortable suburb and driving into the driveway one after the other.

"I think it's time for bed," announced Herb as they shut the kitchen door behind them. Linda nodded and giggled and ran up the stairs. Herb chased her and caught her in their bedroom and tackled her. They both fell onto the bed and began pulling each other's clothes off with kisses and grunts and giggles.

"Let's hope the laundry boy doesn't come by," said Linda, luxuriously naked and laughing.

"Why?" asked Herb quizzically, as he nibbled and kissed at her melonlike tits, his cock stiffening up full size.

"Oh, I don't know..." said Linda. She smiled to herself and refused to explain.