A Fucking Investment Ch. 11

"We can help you seduce the other women of Holdingsfield."

There it was. Shit, it even made sense.

John poked a thumb over his shoulder. "Mrs. Lewis, I can tell you all about her. Eve said to tell you something though. About Aurora. She, you need to go over to her house, make like you want to negotiate. She has a chair up on a three step dais, like a throne. Its because she is so short. She likes looking down on people but rarely gets the chance. She likes to play queen with two or three of the other women of Holdingsfield. She has some hold on them or they like having a mistress, either way, she commands them to service whoever is negotiating with her and while their cocks are being sucked or fucked, she gets concessions from them. Beware. She'll try it on you. That is one way she got a lot of fat bankers to ignore fine print that could have queered a number of the Holdingsfield acquisitions."

"You're shitting me! A throne?"

"Carpet on the steps and everything. She has her 'servant' eat her and the high chair makes it more comfortable. They only take the game so far, all style and absolutely not to the point of discomfort. They play at domination but no one gets dominated. They are fakers."

The comment struck me as curious. "Who?" I started to ask and felt immediately I had bit down hard on the hook.

John's smile confirmed it. "Uh, uh, uh," he wagged a finger at him. "Not till you sign the contract. That one, Mrs. Lewis. I think I can help you with her. Believe me, unless you shut her up, she'll be up in everybody's panties with her hymns of 'I hate Joshua Gale' and it won't be long until a lot of those free agent pussy's you haven't signed will be humming along. She is not an organizer but she is not eager to take a bit either." He gestured at me. "Give me some time. Let me get through next week. I'll work on how to fix her little pink wagon. Until then, watch out for Aurora. She'll try to take you in, I guarantee it. Don't fall for any of her shit or you'll wake up with your own dick in your mouth."

I laughed. "You have a way of making the situation clear, Mr. Sawyer."

He arched an eyebrow. "Just keep your hands off my wife, Mr. Gale. Give us a chance. To be useful, to save us and help you. That's all we ask."

I doubted it. I felt Eve was offering me an apple and assurances that it would taste as good today as it would tomorrow,all the while hoping I would not see the "Garden of Eden" sign over her shoulder. I did not fool easily. I acted jovial, however.

"Thirty days. How much do you need? To stay solvent for thirty days?" I watched his eyes. They sharpened, his nostrils flared as he smelled success. What he smelled was bait, I thought. I felt bad for him, he seemed like a decent enough guy.

"Three, no, four grand."

Up for one-thousand he mentioned earlier. Time to set my hook. I felt Eve's mouth on my cock and damn if the little feller didn't straighten up again. I took out a folding wallet from the inner pocket of my jacket and counted out the cash. I could see people around us staring. I didn't care. This was my bet against Eve. I had to find out what she was doing. That much I knew and if it cost me a few thousand, that might ultimately prove cheap. I extended my hand. "Thirty days. Then I am going to have her. Just so you know."

John shook my hand, grinning grimly. "I hope you will find that her brain is worth more to you than her pussy."

"You sound like a sensitive man."

"Like a pussy, you mean."

I nodded, conceding the point. "Pussy does have a value on a continuum with a woman's brain."

"But it does have a cash value?" John arched that aristocratic eye brow of his.

Again I conceded his point. "Pussy definitely has value to me. Does it to you?"

"Oh yes, infinite value. You have no idea."

I left him then, my cock anticipating a little taste of Bethlynn. That was to be delayed.

Liza insisted she got cold feet but she was not telling me everything. I think she had the same idea that Eve had and that made some sense. If you want to renegotiate, you have to offer something the other guy wants. The trouble with them all, Aurora, Eve, Liza, even Mrs. Jeri Lewis, they did not have any idea what I wanted or why I wanted it. Love isn't any more blind then greed is. But make no mistake, love is blind and I loved my sister.

So I ended the day back at home with my sex object. The next thing to happen would prove an awkward delay that played into the hands of Eve and John Sawyer. That night I wrecked my back.