Chapter 6

Her mind seething with unanswered questions, Terri drove to the Continental to see Pauline. She could think of no reason for the call demanding that she come down to the dress shop. The tone of voice Pauline had used bothered her, though. Her new employer had never sounded so angry before, but Terri's real worry was centered on Peter, Jack Chavez, and their need to dispose of her step-son's body. In a way, she decided, she was an accessory ... if the police ever got into the act. She had agreed to help Jack, he had explained to her how vulnerable his position would be... if they called the police and merely told them the truth; and additionally she had been convinced that it would be much better for her, too, if the rape story did not have to be told.

She had not yet sorted out the right and wrong of it. She was glad that Jack had come to her rescue, but she was bothered by a nagging doubt that what they were doing, were going to do, was somehow not exactly the right thing.

A startling thought struck her - would she be, in some way, bound to Jack Chavez now? He had not intimated anything like that, but she was sure that he had looked at her as only a man can look at a woman he desires! But that was impossible ... he was only their gardener, who had heard the commotion in her bedroom and had come to help her. Then, another revealing thought flashed through her mind. Jack had entered the room through the French windows, from the portico!

She wrestled with this new idea. He would have had to climb the trellis to get there. Had he done it before? Somehow, she guessed that he had. Why? The answer was obvious when she thought about it. He had been watching her in the privacy of her bedroom! That had to be it! Jack Chavez was a peeping torn, and he had been on the portico and seen Peter beating her. It all fit together like a jigsaw puzzle!

Terri was sitting in the living room of Pauline's plush apartment on the floor above her office. She was still puzzled as to why she had been summoned there on a Saturday afternoon. She had agreed to begin work on next Monday, as a model, to pay off her debt to the dress shop. Thus far Mrs. Riggs had said nothing to indicate the purpose of this meeting.

Pauline was speaking, "In view of the very large amount you owe me, I've decided that it must be paid back at a faster rate, Terri."

"I don't u - understand ..."

"The modeling fees will not be enough ... the owner wants his money fast!"

"I can't get it any faster ... y - you already know that..." Terri stumbled.

"Then, you'll have to get the money from your husband!"

"No!" Terri said with alarm, "I can't do that!"

"There is one other alternative," Pauline said, smoothly, "You could also entertain some men in one of my apartments ..."

"E-Entertain ... men?"

"Yes."

"You m - mean ... sex ... sexually?" the meaning began to dawn on her.

"Yes ... any kind of sex they may want!"

Terri gasped. "... But that's p - prostitution! rd be a ... a ... "

"Whore!" Pauline finished for her. "A very high-priced one, too!"

Standing up, Terri cried, "No! I - I'd rather face my husband than that!"

Pauline remained calm. "Sit down, Terri! I have another, stronger reason why you should cooperate ... Gloria!"

Terri was startled to see a beautiful red-haired woman, lightly clad in a see-through wrapper, her nude body undulating curvaceously under it as she crossed the room. She carried an automatic carrousel-type slide projector. Placing it on the low coffee table, ahe plugged in the power cord, sat down and said, "All ready, Pauline..."

Pauline nodded toward Terri, "Gloria, this is Terri..."

Gloria smirked, "Oh, yes, I recognized her." The redhead switched off the lights and turned on the slide projector.

Terri had been curious as to what this elaborate show was all about, but her curiosity turned to anguish as the first vivid color slide was projected on the opposite wall. Terri's own face loomed larger than life, her eyes closed, the passion of the moment etched plainly on her countenance as she embraced the svelte body of Pauline on Pauline's bed.

She "covered her eyes and moaned softly, blushing red, "Oh, no ... "

"You might as well watch the whole show!" Pauline snapped.

The next slide was even more graphic, depicting Terri in a very intimate position with her woman employer.

Terri sobbed, "M-my God ... h-how ... ?"

"Gloria!" Pauline said proudly, "She's an excellent photographer, wouldn't you say?"

The agony of watching the rest of the slides was almost more than Terri could bear, but finally it was ended, the lights snapped on. She could only sit slumped in her chair, beaten, defeated. Pauline, she realized, held the winning hand in those color slides; the pictures indicated plainly that she had enjoyed the lesbian interlude.

"Well... do you put that body of yours to work, or not?" the older woman demanded.

Terri hedged, "W-will you give me those h - horrible slides?"

"Yes, I'll let you have them ... when your debt is paid, but if you don't cooperate fully, I'll turn them over to your husband!"

"I - I don't seem to have m - much choice." Terri sobbed.

"No, you don't have any choice!" Pauline gloated.

"W-what do I have to do ... ?"

"Gloria will take you to the apartment... she'll explain things to you on the way over," the woman said.

Gloria drove expertly through the city traffic, chatting gaily as though Terri were an old girl friend.

"Actually, this is a pretty easy life," she explained, "All our Johns are business and professional people who do their thing in the afternoon ... before they go home. There isn't much night work ... that's up to you, if you want extra work, but all our regular dates are afternoon ... sometimes a few mornings. That's the beauty of Pauline's set-up ... nobody ever needs to know where you are ... or what you're doing, because it's all day work. Most of the girls are married." "You too?"

"Yes, but he's a louse ... I get my kicks with girls ... and make myself extra money on the side with the Johns," Gloria went on. "Johns? ..."

"They're the guys - the customers."

"Oh," Terri murmured, "I guess there's a lot I don't know..."

"You'll learn fast. I did!" Gloria assured her.

"Do you expect s - someone this afternoon?"

"Yes, two as a matter of fact."

"T-two?"

Gloria glanced sideways at her, "They're both actors," she furnished.

"Would I - I know them? Would they know me ... ?" Terri asked apprehensively.

"Maybe ... but you don't let on ... and neither will they."

They arrived at the apartment that was like many another in the city, each striving for some distinctive individuality, but still organized along the same plan. The inevitable swimming pool shimmered blue-green in the sunlight.

"Drink?" Gloria asked, when they were inside.

Terri drank alcohol rarely, but now she decided a drink - or perhaps two or three - would numb her enough to do what she had to do. My God! What had she gotten herself into? She was being forced to become a prostitute... a whore! God! She needed help. Never before had she felt so alone ... so scared. Gloria fixed martinis. The clear liquid went down smoothly and Terri tossed the first one off fast. She sipped the refill, waiting for the alcohol to work its magic on her brain, so she wouldn't have to feel, or think. It would be better that way.

The door chimes sounded. Gloria went to the door. "They're here," she said, "Put on your best party smile!"

The redhead opened the door to admit two well-dressed men who greeted her warmly, obviously well-acquainted with her as they both embraced her, patting her body suggestively. Gloria murmured something that Terri didn't catch as they came over to her to be introduced.

"... And who is this ravishing creature you've been hiding from us?" the taller of the two men asked. Terri recognized him immediately~as a popular movie leading man. His latest film was showing now in all the first-run theaters.

Gloria said, "Paul... may I present Terri? And Hal... Terri," Hal, she realized, played in a weekly TV show.

She acknowledged the introductions, marveling that the formal greeting was a mockery ... considering their reason for coming here. There must be some macabre humor to this, she thought, without being able to define it.

Finishing her second martini with them, she accepted a third and the room began to spin. She became gay and loose.

Once she caught Gloria's eyes in a warning that said to take it easy! But she was caught up in the fun as the conversation bubbled around her.

Finally Paul rose and led her into the bedroom. She felt dizzy, almost faint from the gin she had slugged down, and she knew that this was the moment she dreaded, the moment when she would become something else than a former starlet and housewife ... a respectable woman. In a few minutes she would join the list of women who engaged in the world's oldest profession. Oh, God! She didn't want to go through with it! How could she? She was throwing everything down the drain. She would become dissolute, depraved. She would lead the sordid, secret life of the prostitute. Could she even live with herself... after? Oh, Lord!

Paul took her in his strong arms and unzipped her dress all the way down the back, his hand trailing down to pull her body close in against his. She did not resist: that's why she was here. To entertain him! She smiled to herself... the word was a euphemism for something much more base. She was going to get laid for money,.. money she had already spent, represented by dresses, shoes and accessories in her closets. Was it worth it, now? She knew the answer instinctively, but her alcohol befogged brain would not let her examine it.

He had found her mouth and was kissing her long and hard, his tongue probing between her teeth and lips, tantalizingly. She moaned softly as he squeezed her, and then slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it slide down over her hips to the floor. Then he maneuvered her slip straps over her shoulders until the flimsy garment fell on top of her dress. Next, he dexterously unsnapped her bra, gazing hungrily at the fullness that was released from its cloth prison, to swing free.

Terri had momentarily forgotten the other man, Hal. As she stepped clear of her slip and dress, she was startled to see him seated on the edge of the king-size bed, completely nude. He had been enjoying her unwitting strip-tease. She straightened up and turned, her face flushing as she tried to cover her breasts with her arm.

Paul gently pulled her arm down and turned her about to face Hal, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"Let's get her panties off!" he suggested, and the taller man quickly obliged, whipping them down over her hips before she could react. Dumbly, she stepped back to stand in shameful nakedness before the two men. Her back was toward Hal.

He whistled. "Christ! Who did that to you?" He was off the bed, his hands reaching out to trace the red welts across her creamy skin. She winced as he touched them.

Terri couldn't tell them how she came to have the wounds.

"Some ... j - John ... last night..." she lied, drawing on her new vocabularly to explain it.

"The son-of-a-bitch!" Hal snorted, "Some real weirdo!"

Paul stared, too. "How could a guy do that to a beautiful doll like you?"

"H - He tied me up," she whimpered.

"You don't have to worry about us," Hal assured her, "We just like it plain and simple..."

He moved her to the bed arid they sat down. He took her in his arms and kissed her, probing deeply again into her mouth with his tongue: then he pressed her back on the bed until she was lying beside him, his body pressed tightly against hers, his throbbing manhood trapped between their two bodies. She noticed that his silvery-blond hair was natural, and that a small lock of it strayed boyishly over his forehead.

Now, Paul stretched out on the other side of her. She felt his nudity as his warm muscular body pressed up against her back, yet she could hardly believe that all this was really happening to her. What was left of her reasoning mind tried to sort things out. She was so hopelessly trapped now that she could find no way out.

As she lay on her back now in the center of the big bed, between the two nude, virile men, their hands began to roam over her body and she felt both their mouths, kissing her soft skin.

"It's all right, Terri," Paul whispered in her ear, "Hal and I often work together like this. We know how to arouse a woman ... the right way." His mouth captured hers again, his tongue searching...

They did know ... and the spark of passion ignited by their lips and hands was being fanned into glowing life with each passing second. She couldn't resist the flashing fire that began to flame through her loins. Pressing her legs close together, she tried to deny the heightening desire that seared her lower body. If she had to do this thing, and do it she must - she was convinced of that - there was no reason why she had to enjoy it. Whores, she had often heard, didn't really become involved with their customers. They only did the act for money, a purely business transaction.

But she groaned under their tender, tantalizing ministrations and suddenly she found herself reaching up with her hands to caress one of them ... she barely knew which was which now ... they were all just hands, tongues, arms, legs ... tangled and touching ... rubbing lewdly against each other's aroused flesh ... and she knew that she could not keep herself from reacting, from becoming involved with her dual lovers ... or from enjoying these two virile men at this moment. It shocked her, but she could not help herself. She had hoped from joining actively in this sordid situation. Why were both men giving her all their attention, anyway? Where was Gloria? Wasn't she supposed to be part of this action, too?

Oh, God! She was getting all warm and moist... she was responding to them against her will! She couldn't let them subdue her completely like this! Oh, Oooh, their tongues are driving me crazy!

The very wickedness of having two men at once excited her almost beyond belief, and they were bringing her closer and closer to the desired level of desire. She was becoming a blazing inferno of passion.

She could stand it no longer. Even though they had bought her body, she had to have them ... had to have them both! Suddenly, she heaved her hips up off the bed and moaned, "Oh! OOooh! Yes! Yes! Yesss!"

Hal looked down at her, his eyes smiling. "Yes... what?" he teased, "You know the words!"

Terri remembered the things Peter had wanted her to say. Did men need it? Was it something they needed to build their egos ... to debase a woman by insisting that she ask for sex ... using the crudest word possible? All right! She would ask; she would beg... she would use those vile words!

Her voice was unreal to her as she choked them out... but they understood what she was asking for.

"All right, baby! You'll get it... but good!" Hal promised. And as both men bent over her twisting body she felt herself slipping into insane pleasure as the crashing sensations within her loins built to mammoth waves of rapturous desire. She knew that it was only a matter of minutes until she would explode into orgasmic frenzy, yet neither of them had touched her yet in the conventional way ... she knew both men were ready ... Oh, God! How she wanted them now!

Then suddenly, disappointingly, the two men were exchanging places, their bodies sliding along her body, one on either side. She had wanted Hal... wanted him to start it... she felt frustrated, for the moment, as though they were only teasing her! Why didn't they get on with it? Dimly, she knew that she was involved, now, as much as she could be. She had lost that fight!

Her next sensation drew a delicious sigh from her, as she felt Paul's hand touching her secret, inner femininity. Meanwhile, Hal was kissing her, his tongue probing deep into her throat. She liked it, liked Hal, liked the way his hands moved caressingly over her body. She took his tongue fully into her mouth and sucked on it. It was all so maddening ... so tantalizing ... her ecstasy was building to the breaking point. She began to imagine that she was a huge, impregnable, concrete dam, behind which was impounded millions of tons of green water ... and the dam was about to break!

Paul slid his hands under Terri's body, opening her to him, then, he moved into position over her.

"Oooooh," she moaned, "Now! Please ... now!"

Her words were like a spur to him. Flexing his hips, he entered her, slowly at first, then with increasing drive and pressure.

Terri's mouth worked with the rapture of her passion. She felt every manipulation of Paul below; while above, Hal's mouth and hands were driving her insane, and uncontrollably, she moved her breasts against the hard muscles of his chest and her arms went around him, pulling him close to her, her taloned fingers tearing and scratching at his back.

Within her, every fibre of her being responded to the two men, the fires building in-her loins roaring out of control, consuming her, goading her to complete submission.

Her breath came deeply, her eyes began to glaze as the sensations in her loins became unendurable, unquenchable except in soaring orgasm.

Hal shifted his body on the bed and she opened her eyes to see him kneeling over her, straddling her. Oh, dear God! He wanted to make love to her, too ... they were going to share her between them! Dear God! What is he going to make me do?

In spite of her own lust, she tried to turn her head aside, but he held it firm in his hand and continued to press forward, crooning to her in a low voice to open her mouth.

"Oh, God, no!" she squealed, "I've never..."

"Every good whore does it... how come you-?"

"I'm not a - a whore," she sobbed.

"Then what the hell am I paying you for?"

Oh, I forgot! I forgot why I'm here! I am a whore, now. I'm a whore... a whore, a whore! God, how can I ever live with myself again, after this?

"All right!" she groaned, "I'm a whore ... but this is the f - first t - time ..."

"So you do what I tell you, OK?"

Something smooth and strange brushed against her lips, and she opened them, reluctantly, her eyes tightly clenched shut.

She began to move against the two of them, matching her body rhythm to theirs as they buffeted her helpless form between them. God, she was doing it... giving herself to two men at one time! Again the thought crossed her mind - where was Gloria? She could not have guessed. The soft click of the camera shutter as Gloria recorded the progressively lewd action on the bed would not have been heard or recognized by the dazed girl. Gloria was following orders given her by Pauline Riggs, and of course the redhead always did what Pauline demanded; she was a slave to the agile tongue that Pauline used to send her to rapturous heights of ecstasy and to keep her submissive to her will.

Now, to Terri, the mounting ecstasy at the very core of her being began to explode within her. She could feel the coming orgasm. It wouldn't be long now! Soon! Soon!

She was helpless, out of control, when it did come to her, soaringly. All three came together, within seconds of each other; the two men greedily clutching her to them, rubbing, massaging and smoothing her with their hands, boring into her... until at last, slowly, they released her, the peaks of their orgasms subsiding and their virile members pulsing less and less, and they rolled their bodies away from her at almost the same moment.

Paul leaned backwards, as he moved to lie alongside her again, and said, "I've had some good ones in my time ... but baby, you're the most!"

Hal moved to her other side and groaned, "Christ! I'm turned inside out!" His hand trailed, languidly, across the contours of her body.

She was too overcome to speak. She had a wonderful experience. Never, in her wildest dreams, would she have thought that she would have intercourse with two men at the same time.

Then, in the midst of her joy, the bitter memory flooded back. She was not here primarily to satisfy herself, but to entertain; she was the courtesan, the prostitute... the WHORE! She was now a full-fledged whore! Unbidden, a tear trailed down her cheek. She rubbed it away with the back of her hand and neither one of the men noticed it.

Paul and Hal lit cigarettes and smoked, relaxed and amiable. After a few moments they arose and began dressing. Terri lay on the bed, naked and alone. She felt a chill and pulled a sheet over her lush body.

Hal took out his wallet and began to extract money.

"Terri, baby," he said, "You try harder ... you ought to be worth a little more!" He exhanged glances with Paul as he handed Terri a fifty-dollar bill. Numbly, she took it, not even looking at it, as Paul matched Hal, placing another fifty on the first.

Paul looked down at her and smiled, "I'd like to spend a night with you ... sometime soon. O K.?"

"All right..." she answered.

"Damn! You beat me to it, Paul!" Hal interjected, "But I'm greedy ... I want her for a whole weekend!"

Terri smiled, wanly, "All right... whenever you say ... but I'll have to ... m - make arrangements ... in advance ..." she lied, not having the vaguest idea of how she could possibly get away from George for a weekend of debauchery.

Both men kissed her a tender goodbye, leaving her on the bed with the two fifty-dollar bills clutched in her hand. When they were gone, she looked dumbly at the money and burst into great sobs of sorrow ... a sorrow so profound that words could not possibly describe her misery.

Gloria came into the bedroom after the men had gone. She saw two fifties. "You understand, don't you, Terri, that this is a fifty percent split?"

Terri nodded and extended her hand. Gloria extracted one of the bills and said, casually, "There's a couple more Johns due in about twenty minutes ... so rustle your tail and get yourself ready for them!"

"... But I thought..."

"That was all for today?" Gloria laughed.

"Hardly! After that, there'll be two more... beyond that I'm not sure, although Pauline could be sending some more, later... "

"You ... ?"

"I'll take my share, from now on ... unless there are others who want two for one, like Paul and Hal," she explained.

"Are there m - many like that... ?"

"A few. Then there are those guys who want two women! There's more of that kind ... they sometimes like to watch while the two gals do it to each other... things like that," the redhead told her matter-of-factly.

"Oh... ?" Teri questioned, "Can I-I have another martini?"

"Sure ... if you think it'll help."

"It will!" Terri assured her.

"But just take it easy! Guys don't like it with a sloppy drunk woman!"

"I just don't want to feel," Terri. said miserably.

"Check!" Gloria said, her eyes gleaming. "I understand ... maybe we ... you and I... could have our own little party ... after."