I threw my hand up in front of his face and yelled, “Brad!” cutting him off. “What do you say, Franky?”
Franky said, “I’ll do it. the six. grand and all my gold. It’s a fucking deal.”
I put my hand out again. “Deal.”
We shook and Franky said, “How soon can she be here?”
I said, “Give me thirty minutes to an hour. Is that a kitchen? Is it unlocked? Can she blow them all in there?”
Franky nodded. “Yeah, that’s exactly where I was going to set up the whore I hired. I put a couple of old sleeping bags on the floor for her to kneel on. It’s ready to go.”
“Good,” I said. I pointed at the group of guys. “Tell them not to react or even to look at her when I come back here with the girl. I’m going to bring her right into that kitchen and then, when I come out and wave, they can come into the kitchen – one at a fucking time – and get their dicks sucked and their… charlie chugged.”
“Holy shit! Okay, boss,” Franky said. “I’ll tell them.”
Just then a pretty blonde white girl arrived with a tall black dude. She was dressed in high heels and a black tank top and mini-skirt, obviously a stripper and her bodyguard.
All the guys applauded, hollered and whistled.
I pointed at them applauding and said to Franky, “There better be none of that when my w-… I mean, when my whore gets here.”
Franky shook his head. “There won’t be. I guarantee it.” He shook his head, smiling. “Are you her pimp, Dude? Like in ‘Risky Business’?” He laughed.
“No,” I said, suddenly not caring if he knew who Helen was. “Actually, I’m her husband.”
The smile on Franky’s face vanished. He said, “The fuck, Dude. Really?”
I frowned at him.
He put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, Boss. I get it. None of my business.”
“Oh,” I said, “And give Brad that $40 baggie.”
“Absolutely,” Franky said, fishing in his pocket and coming out with a bubble baggie of white powder. He handed it to Brad.
When we got back in the truck, Brad turned to me and said, “What the hell are you doing? Helen will never agree to that. She won’t. I can’t even believe you… I mean… Harry… It’s… it’s just plain sick. There are forty guys in there.”
“Just drive.”
Brad shook his head. He started his truck, put it in gear and said, “You know she’s just going to say, “fuck you,” and divorce you, right?”
“Good,” I said, truly not giving a shit.
He hit the gas and peeled out of the parking lot.
I said, “Best orgasm she’s had in ten years? Well, fuck her, too.”
Brad mumbled, “At least YOUR wife didn’t squirt.”
We were silent for the rest of the ride home.
We walked into my house, and the girls were sitting at the kitchen table, smiling and warmly chit-chatting like best friends again. They were both drinking coffee and wearing our his-and-her, terry cloth bathrobes.
I didn’t think Helen was upset with Janet when we left, but I knew Janet had been pissed at Helen.
Now Janet didn’t appear to be angry at all. Was she that good an actress? Her smile and even the friendly tone of her voice as she talked to Helen about something to do with the kids seemed completely genuine.
I had a wife to sell into sexual slavery, so I figured the best way to deliver my message was direct and to the point. “Hi, girls,” I said, “I just made a deal for Helen to blow forty guys at that bachelor party.”
Both Janet and Helen turned their heads, their smiles still lingering. Then those smiles quickly faded as what I had just announced sunk in.
They both stared at me with blank expressions.
Helen’s changed first – into an outraged and exasperated scowl. “Excuse me!” She shouted, jumping to her feet and knocking over her chair.
Janet just remained seated, looking panic stricken.
“Brad’s friend, the coke dealer, will pay me eight grand for you to blow forty men.”
“Forty men!” Helen screamed. “Are you fucking insane?”
I shrugged. “Same deal as last week in the van, Helen. It wil just be a lot more guys.”
Her mouth opened and closed, nothing coming out. Then she burst into tears, covering her face in both her hands. She wailed crying as she said, almost incoherently, “Bu… but… yoooou seh-heh-hed, ‘No moooore random co-hah-hocks!”
Okay, so now I felt like a piece of crap. I had promised her I wouldn’t make her service any more random cocks after I made her service three that day, but I still didn’t really care.
After what Helen had said to me right after she fucked Brad, my wife obviously didn’t give a goddamn about my feelings. Why the fuck should I give a goddamn about hers?
“Well, Helen,” I said loudly and coldly, as she sobbed into her hands, “I’ve changed my mind back again. Now, tonight, I want you to blow a room full of guys to save our marriage… or I’ll just pack up your shit right now and I’m sure Brad will give you a ride to your mother’s house.” I shrugged. “It’s a simple fucking decision. I’m good either way.”
Janet, who had seemed frozen in terror, like I had run into the house shooting a gun, jumped up from her chair and screamed, “You sick fuck! Go fuck yourself!” She scampered around the table and took Helen into her arms. Helen buried her face in Janet’s shoulder and sobbed.
Janet glared at me with hatred in her eyes. “She isn’t fucking blowing anybody! You… sick… disgusting… asshole!” Janet held Helen’s head, patting it, and said, “It’s okay, Helen. Brad and I will take you to your mom’s house. The kids are there. Everyone who loves you is there.”
Helen shook her head, lifting it off Janet’s shoulder. She sniffled, stretching the terry cloth robe up from her chest and wiping her face with it.
“No,” Helen said, “No. I’m doing it.”
Brad, who had been standing next to me, shouted, “What?” so loudly that he made my ear ring for the second time that night. “No way! No fucking way! Why the fuck would you do that? Harry’s being a complete fucking asshole!”
Helen looked over at me, her make-up a dreadful runny mess, but she still looked beautiful. Her eyes locked on mine, sorrowful and pleading. “He’s just angry at me, Brad…” her lip quivered and she nearly burst out crying again, but she held it together. “Harry’s just angry… about what I said… after fucking you.” Fighting off more tears, she cried, “Oh, Harry!”
Helen broke away from Janet and ran right at me, falling into my arms. I would have dodged her attempt at an embrace a few moments before, but Helen had hit the nail right on the head. So, I took her in my arms.
She hugged me with all her might and wept.
Janet screamed, “Screw that asshole, Helen.”
Brad said, “That is still no excuse for Harry trying to turn you into a fucking whore!”
Helen’s next reaction shocked me, and I don’t shock easily. She turned and shrieked in Brad’s face. “I am a fucking whore!”
Brad jumped, taking two steps back, and cringing away from Helen’s vicious outburst.
Helen spun her head toward Janet, spit flying as she shouted, “I am a filthy fucking whore, Janet! And you know it!”
Both Brad and Janet looked even more shocked than I was, eyes wide and mouths agape.
Helen shook her head and she took a deep breath. In a much calmer, but hoarse voice, she said, “Look. I’m sorry, Janet, but I’ve been a whore since high school. The only reason we became such good friends–”
“You are not a fucking whore, Helen,” Janet said, “You are just a normal–”
“No!” Helen shouted, cutting her off. “The only fucking reason we’re such good friends is because you’re a fucking whore, too! We were outcasts in high school. Why, Janet? Why wouldn’t any of the other girls associate with us?”
“I am not a whore and neither are you. The other girls only shunned us because they were jealous. Boys just liked us more.”
Helen chuckled ruefully. “Yeah, because we fucking put out!”
“That’s not why!” Janet shouted. “We were just prettier and more popular. We weren’t fucking whores!”
“Really?” Helen said. “How many guys did you blow in our last year of high school, Janet? Be honest.”
Janet clammed up. She shot a worried glance at Brad. Looking back at Helen, she shrugged, and said, “Yeah, but that was my choice. Nobody made me fucking do that.”
Helen nodded. “And it was my choice when I cheated on Harry. I was being a fucking whore for ME. Now…” her lip turned and she cried openly as she said… “Now-how-ow… I am going to be… to be a whaw-haw-hooore for Hah-harry.” She pushed her face into my shoulder and sobbed.
Hearing Helen confess like that, aloud, and with Brad and Janet both right there, made me forgive her.
Sure, her words about how hard Brad had made her cum still stung, but I couldn’t be mad at her anymore, not for telling the truth, not for that, no matter how much that truth hurt.
I caressed her hips and kissed her wet cheek. I whispered, “Thank you, Baby. I love you. I won’t make you do this. Let’s just forget all about it.”
Helen lifted her head, and wiped her nose with the front of her wrist. “No,” she said, “I’m fucking doing it. I hurt you so much, Harry, and I keep hurting you, even by accident. I want to do something, once and for all, to prove how much I really do love you.”
Janet yelled, “That doesn’t mean you have to blow forty guys, Helen!”
“Yes!” Helen yelled back. “Yes, it does!”
Brad said, “But Helen, Harry just said you don’t have to. What the fuck?”
Helen looked at Brad and said, “I love my fucking husband, Brad, and I intend to prove it. And I will blow the whole state of Rhode Island if that’s what it takes.”
The words were laughable, and Helen turned her face back to mine as soon as she finished spewing them at him, but Brad’s jaw dropped open, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He looked truly overwhelmed as his tears began to flow.
I had never seen the big brute that emotionally impacted by anything anyone had ever said to him before, and I had been there the day his Mom had broken the news that his Dad died in a car accident.
Helen hadn’t noticed Brad’s silent breakdown at all. Looking only at me, she said, “Now can you two please leave the room? Give us a few minutes so we can talk…. just me and Harry… alone.”
“Fine!” Janet said, “Let’s let them talk, Brad. Come with me, Baby.” She hugged her husband to her and lead him away. I heard her speaking softly to him as they left. “Why are you crying, Brad? Tell me what’s wrong.”
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