A Fucking Investment Ch. 17

Across the table from me, Master's groaned and his ass shimmied. I felt or heard Eve gulping and swallowing even as I pumped her pussy full of new cum. I rocked against her, pulsing and pulsing for a couple minutes. It felt like my life was passing before my eyes. Again. I ground against her lean ass and felt it tense and swell as I filled her.

I was still pumping into her when she unhooked from Jake's cock and collapsed onto the table, her arms stretched past her head. She groaned and wiggled her ass. I coasted behind her, slowing until I was mounted in her without movement. Her pussy chewed at my tingling, pussy-drunk cock and the pussy-drunk man attached to it. I'd become an appendage.

The murmur in the little group of people around us rose. I caught bits and pieces of the various discussions. Jake hitched up his pants and staggered away through the crowd. I draped over Eve's ass, keeping my cock inside her for as long as I could. When I finally felt it begin to deflate, I struggled upright. Fuck, we needed handle bars on this thing, I thought. A bad idea, really but not ridiculous at that moment. I pulled free of her pussy and stepped back. I looked around.

Jeri stood on the dais, watching over the heads of those around us. Bethlynn was close by. I could see a stranger's hand was on her ass, caressing her softly. She turned her head and a dirty blond woman kissed her on the mouth. I knew this was about to go beyond demonstration.

"Jake, time." I managed. He understood immediately.

"Ok people, back to work." His voice rang out in the empty amphitheater. The gathered crowd of perhaps twenty people slowly dispersed, except for the short-haired dirty blond woman kissing Bethlynn. The woman's hand lay along Bethlynn's face, holding it carefully. Bethlynn's eyes were open, flicking to and fro as though she were somehow fixed into the kiss and could not escape.

Jake approached and smacked the woman on the ass, large and round in torn, faded blue jeans.

"Hey, I said back to work, Lois. Enough sampling, already."

I approved of his easy application of his will. The woman broke the kiss and the contact, clearly with real reluctance. Bethlynn looked at me, licking her lips rapidly like she had hot sauce on them. When I smiled at her she looked shocked. I gestured at her.

"Come on. Help us on this other table."

Oddly, she looked relieved. Perhaps she thought it was her turn on Eve's table and hadn't figured out the larger one. The larger one was just a version of the smaller one but more substantial, clearly with more support. I helped Eve off the little knee table and she followed me to the other one. I led her by the leash. Cum washed down her lean thighs.

"This the same thing?" Masters asked, his dishabille repaired so he studied it with a practiced and now better informed eye.

"Sort of. Eve. Get on the table like before but facing me." She did. "Now, you, Bethlynn, beside her, at ninety degrees." I looked up and back at Jeri. "You too." I said, gesturing towards the table. She got off the raised stage and came over to the table. She managed to get onto it but didn't fit quite so well as the other two, smaller women. Her feet extended well past Bethlynn's knees.

"Can we get a volunteer to fill out the party circle?" I asked Masters.

"Lois. Get your ass over here and on the table."

The dirty blond reappeared and mounted the table facing outward like the other three women. I guessed they weighed nearly four-hundred and fifty pounds or there abouts, maybe more. With them in place, I found the release and set the spinning inner circle free. It moved a little. I was still nude from the waist down. I put a hand on the table and gave it a little push. The women turned gently around. The motion was controlled, even and steady. I knew the mechanism was complicated and strong to work well with the weight. It was rated up to fifteen-hundred pounds. That would be a crowded table but six could fit and perhaps eight.

"Jesus, Gale, you are one twisted sister." Masters came over and stood beside me. The women were on hands and knees staring at the floor. "Get them all to suck you, prove it works right."

I admired his admiration. It takes a smart guy to acknowledge something strange and new actually may be wonderful and valuable. I did as he suggested.

I approached Eve and she lifted her head. Her mouth opened and I directed my floppy cock onto the extended pad of her tongue. She sucked me gently. Gradually, I hardened in her mouth. As I did, she pushed more and more of my cock into her mouth, until I was embedded fully in her throat. She expelled me in perfect synchrony with my intention. I turned the table, taking her away to my left. Bethlynn approached.

To my surprise, she lifted her head and opened her mouth. I offered her my cock and she sucked half it into her mouth, her lips sliding down the shaft. The turntable stopped at a touch. The counter-balancing was perfect. I pulled out of her mouth and moved the table. Lois, the crew woman approached. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I stopped the table with ease.

"Perfect." I muttered.

Lois opened her eyes.

"What's a matter? Don't think I know how to suck cock? I work for Jake Masters. How do you think I got this job?"

I shrugged and offered her my cock. She sucked it in with gusto. Deep and then past the point of no return and into her throat. Her hot breath blew on my skin from her nose, nestled against my body. She sucked, pulsing on my cock with determined force. She released me when I pulled free. Her eyes opened and she looked regretfully at my cock as she spun away.

Jeri arrived. Her long straight, chestnut hair hung down before her, thick strands of auburn hair that gave her an exotic look. She used one hand to pulled my cock to her lips. She kissed it and then tasted it with the end of her tongue. She pulled back, surprise on her face. She turned her head to look at Lois who grinned at her and extended her tongue, showing a large piece of ice blue hard candy.

Jeri snickered and sucked my cock fully into her mouth. Master approached as Jeri proceeded to suck on my cock.

"Look ma, no hands." Jake chuckled, looking down at the woman with a mouthful of cock. "That is an ingenious contraption." He said softly. "Where the hell did you come up with it?"

"I have very imaginative people working for me. They worked out the mechanics." I grinned. "You misread the invoice, or they misbilled us. This is a twelve-thousand dollar turn table."

Jake smirked.

"Worth every fucking penny!"

My cock was enjoying Jeri's enjoyment. She seemed to genuinely enjoy sucking my cock. Jake noticed and shook his head.

"She'd suck cock all day long if you let her. She's oral. Makes sense for a singer, right?" He chuckled. "God, I do miss that. She'd get in and suck my cock just to warm up her larynx. She used to say that man cum was the best lubricant for her pipes!" Jake looked at me. "Hell, I didn't believe her but I damn sure didn't argue with her when she asked to suck me."

Jeri sucked harder on my cock then, the pressure soaked into my body, pulling it into the sensation. I backed away from her and she let me. I patted her cheek.

"That's great, Jeri. I think we can go now." I gave the table a vigorous push. The women turned slowly, revolving around at a very slow speed. I tried to speed it up but it resisted. Fast had no advantage and many hazards in this instance. I stepped back to see how long it would coast. For several minutes it turned, slowing a little with each revolution. It became clear that the slowing factor was low, so I stopped it. The women dismounted the table.

I turned to Jake and shook his hand. He glanced at my bare legs and I decided to get dressed before discussing any more business. I did. We went and sat down.

"Those are amazing. Are they durable?"

"You mean can they be used for normal nights? I don't see why not. The original idea was to make serving drinks in larger, but cramped quarters easier. The wait staff would sit a drink on the table and spin the table. If the drinks are listed in order, then it all works. Depends a lot on the wait staff but has less breakage and the like."

Jake nodded. The antagonism in the man had virtually disappeared. He seemed to have gotten over the resentment from me hijacking his in-house pussy for my own purposes. He rubbed his hands together.

"My god. The stage fuck and the fuck tables, this will be fantastic!" He muttered. "Once it gets out what we have here...!"

"We don't advertise. Only word of mouth. I think I can get a small group to come and with their entourages, we can have a pretty full house. If you use your connections, we could sell out a couple shows. The key is that we don't schedule and don't promise. All we say is that we'll let them know the next private show."

"How will they schedule...?"

I waved him off.

"Forget that. We want people to schedule around us. But here is what I am aiming for. I want people to pay to participate."

"What? You mean be on stage?"

I nodded.

"I think there are plenty of people who would love to fuck for an audience. Beautiful people I mean, that an audience would appreciate."

Jake regarded me doubtfully.

"We can try. I can't see most people wanting to show stretch marks and their fat bellies...."

"Those aren't the one's. Think of the challenge for a singer to fuck like Jeri did." I noted Jeri's expression out of the corner of my eye. She looked proud. "Or the guy daring to let a woman blow him while he tries to sing. That would make a guy famous, or the woman on her knees. Either way, it could become a thing, for the right group of people but we do it by word of mouth only. You make it clear to everyone that if this appears on any social media, it ends. This is a real world thing, no digital representation possible."

"Right, no cells, no cameras, nothing. That'll attract cameras and the like like moths to a fire."

I nodded.

"Exactly. But less than you think. We'll make it known that if you bring a woman, she is subject to being fucked on stage. That'll chill the sharing of data. On the other hand, if something does get out, it'll be the best advertising we can ask for."

"Notoriety is the same as fame." Jake agreed. He offered his hand. "Mr. Gale, I was dubious about this move on our part but this could put us on the map with the glitterati around the world."

"I hope so." I stood and we shook hands again. "Just so you are clear, this is only male and female and female and female. This is dick driven and we don't cater to anyone else."

He nodded.

"I don't care if you branch out on other dates but my nights are strictly cock and pussy nights."

"I don't branch out, Joshua." He tried out my first name tentatively. I didn't care. I thought for a moment and finally made a decision.

"Jake, can we have Friday or Saturday for a private performance, next weekend?" He cocked his head at me. I could see his blue eyes tensing as he chewed through the various responses. I was gratified when he simply nodded.

"Sure, Saturday would be best for us. Closing on a Friday..." I interrupted him.

"Not closing...just this level. We'll need a private entry set up, my man will contact you to work out the details. It must be absolutely secure from the public down stairs, in and out. We'll provide everything including transportation, so they can arrive discreetly with no sign they were here in anyones' local books showing their names, everything will be coded...my staff will handle that. You need to arrange your place here to get them up completely unseen. Your normal business will still be open down stairs but this level must have secure access, no checking anything. My people will vet the visitors long before they arrive and have an accurate count by Thursday noon so you can fill the open bar."

"Open?" Master's instinct to guard the bottom line could not be quelled so quickly. I nodded.

"At ten grand a head, Jake, we'll have the best of everything, so you'll need some new storage that is fucking secure. Bill it all to Le Foil et Let Touche and do not skimp. Understand. This is our first move into the stratospheres of the social world...and I mean world. We can't fuck it up. You have a week to work that out." I give him credit, the hard line of his lips relaxed and he nodded. The man could do math in his head. Ten grand a head, if I could fill his venue, he'd make a fortune! And likely get fucked a few times.

"Some curtained tables? Or booths?" He asked.

"Good idea. Draw up the lay out so we know where and how many and we'll do the rest. My staff will get it from you." I'd already set in motion setting up the LLC to handle this new business, so I knew that structure was in place. My staff would get it all set up. They'd be included in the crowd and they knew it...they'd be on site and participate. I didn't believe in making the ox grind the grain and keeping it muzzled any more than Christ did. This high pressure project was a reward to the best in my organization. Crowley would pick them. Fucking their plus one would be their reward, to say nothing of the fucking that would occur around them. I made a note to set aside a dozen seats for myself and my entourage. I decided right then to bring John along.

Jake and I shook hands. I felt the change in him as he did so. I would not expect loyalty but I did think that man would keep his end of the bargain. He felt the potential and the challenge and whether it was business or pussy, the man loved a challenge.

I signaled for my women to dress, as they needed. Jeri was dripping cum. She looked at me and then with a slight curl of her upper lip, she stood up, widened her stance and stuffed her scarlet thong deep into her cunt. The dripping stopped. She dressed with the others and smiled a beatific smile at me but her eyes glittered with hard excitement.

I led the women from the place into the late afternoon warmth and to the car. The drive back was quiet. The women in the car had little to discuss, I guess or I put a damper on it. I let Eve off at her house. Before exiting the car, she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

"Mr. Gale, you amaze me and excite me. Let me know when Le Touche et Le Foil debuts and I'll be there."

"Maybe. Maybe you will." I said softly. She gave a look of near horror but it clicked away and she left us.

I looked in the rear view mirror.

"Mrs. Brazil, are you ready to sign?"

She glanced at Jeri.

"I want to tasthe her." She whispered. "I haven't done thath beforth, with a woman, I meanth."

Jeri gave me a look I couldn't decipher but maybe I am just lazy. I still hadn't figured out exactly what Mrs. Lewis' buzz was. The truth surprised me, as it sometimes does. I should have guessed but I didn't so I got an...interesting surprise.

"Bethlynn, you taste after you sign." I held her dark eyes just barely visible under the black bangs of her hair. For moment neither of us moved or spoke.

"Yes, of course." She whispered. "I want to sign...then you fuck me and this one eats your cum from my cunt." Her low voice, soft and gently held no hint of her lisp but it was nearly inaudible. I heard it and the look on Jeri's face said she heard it too but she appeared as confused as I about how she felt about the prospect of eating the lisping beauty.

I drove the the three of us back to my house and parked the car in the garage. We trooped inside. Jennifer watched with interest. She was baking again. The house smelled of cinnamon and cloves and apples...I guessed apple pies. Man did it smell good and I was hungry. I pointed to the couch and my two harem girls, one signed and the other pending sat obediently. Jennifer watched them with interest but when I went towards the office, she went to the oven just as the timer went off.

I listened to the clanging from the kitchen while I found and annotated Bethlynn's contract. The printer did its thing and I carried it out to find Jeri and Bethlynn sitting at the bar scooping hot apple pie slathered in vanilla nut ice cream into their mouths. Both had dribbled white ice cream onto their shirts.

I got hard. Something about a messy woman arouses me. Cleaning her up, maybe? I shook my head and lay the contract beside Bethlynn. She looked up at me and began to page through it, reading as she did.

"Penth, pleasth." She muttered. I went to the office, got her a pen then sat my own self down to a piece of Jennifer's pie. Hard for so many reasons.

I ate and yes, it was scrumptious and I wanted another but knew I needed to mount Bethlynn to finalize the contract. I was speculating licking the saucer of the delicious sauce the pie left behind when Bethlynn elbowed me and pointed at the document. It was like we'd all taken a vow of silence and the absence of the usual chatter and clatter turned erotic, but with these women about, such a shift was nearly inevitable.

Bethlynn had corrected some proofreading errors but on the back page she'd annotated by adding a simple line: "Mrs. Jeri Lewis will become my sex slave." I looked over at her and she just gazed at me like I was the statue and she the museum patron.

"Just what do you mean by...?" I began but Bethlynn touched a finger to my lips, shaking her head. I understood. I thought about having Jennifer take Jeri upstairs and sit on her face but decided taking Bethlynn back to my bedroom and...well...fucking her once she signed, made sense. The negotiation itself seemed better to be done privately.

I did that.

Bethlynn didn't make me undress her...she shimmied out of her clothes like they'd been made of crepe paper. She lay down on my bed. Her eyes remained on me and in that moment I felt the delight of such focus. I realized, perhaps for the first time, that I love that attention, that focus from a woman, nude or elegantly dressed, it aroused me...and then I realized she was trying to distract me. Clever girl.

I restrained myself from throwing off my clothes, throwing caution to the wind and throwing myself between her slightly parted thighs and agreeing to everything she asked. I learned things from being the CEO of a multinational family business though. And from Eve, the clever slut, if the truth be known.

"Bethlynn, I cannot make Jeri your sex slave." Sometimes its best to circle the issue...other times you take the bull by the horns, or the horny slut by the cunt.

"Why not? You own her. She's going to let you fuck her on stage in front of a huge number of people...why won't she let you make her my sex slave?"

I cocked my head, trying not to stroke her nude body with my eyes.

"Because I have no idea what you mean when you say 'sex slave'. It's not like that's a known term that has a singular and precise meaning." I give the woman credit, she nodded and remained silent. Her dark eyes turned inward as she considered the point, turning them opaque and dark.

She sat up, her head drooped to one side. The straight black hair dangled about her like lines of night.

"Youth really are going to negothiate thish...with me naked on yourth bed?"

I smirked just because it felt good. I nodded.

"I don't do anything without a good contract and all the provisions in place." I sat on the end of the bed and laid a hand on her near bare ankle. "I won't just hand her to you to use as you wish."

"Why nosh?" Bethlynn asked the question but without the pout I thought would go with it.

"Because I have no idea what you would do with her." There it was. A balance sheet and an income statement rarely tells you the character of the person it represents. The idea that Bethlynn wanted Jeri Lewis, Jeri! As her sex slave seemed utterly surprising to me. The seemingly shy woman with the huge tits and the lisp wanted to turn the much larger woman into a sex slave? The contrast of personalities and styles was enough to surprise me but the mere fact of that idea in her head was so unexpected, I tended to discount it as likely untrue.