It was the summer after my freshman year of college.
Rose had arranged for me to do some pool cleaning as a means to justify the cash I was making servicing older women. There was one woman in town whom Rose hoped would fall into line and become pliable.
Mrs. Johnson always thought she was so much better than everyone else. The "airs" she adopted when in Rose's shop for a perm were apparently becoming more than Rose could handle.
Mrs. Johnson was in her late 50s; had come from one of the "First Families" in town; and had married into a wealthy family.
During one of her perm appointments, she mentioned to Rose how difficult it was to find a reliable pool cleaner. As thoughts formed in Rose's mind, she mentioned her neighbor's son was home from college. She expressed her belief the son was at loose ends for the summer and might be available.
Mrs. Johnson readily accepted Rose's offer to check. While Mrs. Johnson was sitting under a dryer, Rose called me. She explained her problem; and indicated she would like me to seduce Mrs. Johnson. I agreed.
When Mrs. Johson was finished, Rose confirmed the Pool Boy would be by that very afternoon at 1:00 PM. Mrs. Johnson was delighted and gave Rose an extra tip.
At 1:00 that afternoon, I arrived at the Johsnon residence. After ringing the bell, Mrs. Johnson answered the door. I introduced myself as the Pool Cleaner and asked her to show me the pool.
She lead me through the house and into the kitchen. She opened the back door to the patio and pool. I was pleased to see a 6 foot high privacy fence which would make my task that much easier.
She showed me where the cleaning supplies and brushes were kept; and then left me to my task.
It was a warm afternoon; and given the task, I stripped off my shirt. My hope was granted when she returned outside and took up a position on one of the lounge chairs.
She was about 58 or 59. Her vanity was so great she had her grey hair bleached white every week to hide the grey. She evidently worked out; her legs were firm and her body trim. She was wearing a flimsy beach cover which barely covered her ass. She was stretched out on the lounge; and I could see her eyes were on me.
Time to get to the next level, I thought. Without looking at her, I stopped for a moment and undid my shorts. I dropped them to the ground and was now wearing a very brief navy blue speedo. It showed off my cock and balls to the max; and was tight across my ass.
I resumed cleaning the pool and was working my way around the perimeter. Pretty soon I would be next to Mrs. Johnson. We would see if Rose's plan would work.
As i approached her, I got a glimpse up her cover and saw instantly she had nothing else on. Her legs were slightly spread; and it was evident she shaved her mound.
I finished up and put the tools away. By this time, I had a hard on and the head of my cock was barely inside the speedo. The bulge was evident; I have no idea how the speedo contained them. Strong material, I suppose.
My balls were creating the base of a large bulge in the front of my suit. My cock, by this time, was pushing at the waist band. If someone stood next to me and looked down, they could see the tip of my cock head.
I approached Mrs. Johnson; announced I was finished; and asked if there was any other service I could provide. She looked at me with an open and wanton lustful stare. She nodded yes.
I was standing next to her head; my cock was no more than 16 to 18 inches from her.
She stood and pretended to stumble against me. She acted as though she had twisted her ankle and asked me to help her inside. I lifted her and carried her into the house. The entire time, her arms were around my neck and her mouth was next to my ear. She was breathing heavily and the affect on me was apparent.
By this time, my cock had popped out of the speedo and was bouncing up and down as I walked. I know it was hitting her ass; the question was whether she realized that fact.
She asked me to carry her upstairs so she could rest her ankle. I obliged; she was light to carry.
She directed me to her room and had me place her on the bed. She tried to act surprised when she saw my cock. She asked if she had been the cause of it being so large and out of the speedo. I nodded yes.
She was not acting shy; and granted me permission to use her bathroom. My bladder was full and I unleashed a long, stream of piss. As I finished, I thought what the hell. I dropped my speedo and walked back into the bedroom with it in my hand.
I asked if I could help her further. She asked me to rub her ankle; she did not however ask me to put the speedo back on. I knelt by the bed and began massaging her ankle. She relaxed and made no commenst as my hands worked up her calf.
I complimented her on her muscle tone and indicated it was a sign she worked out. She admitted most of her muscles worked out; but some did not.
She did not express any desire for me to stop but continued with small moans as I worked up to her knee. Her legs spread and the cover had ridden up so I could see the lips of her pussy.
I leaned forward as though to examine her more closely for sprains; as I did my hand slipped and the cover went higher. Her legs opened more.
As I apologized, I pulled her to the edge of the bed so my face was no more than a few inches from her pussy. I told her how nice and developed her lips were; as I did so my tongue darted to the clit. No more than 3 slaps with my tongue and her legs were wide open and she was groaning.
My face went into her pussy. I took her pussy lips in my lips and began sucking on them. At the same time my tongue was twirling around that clit. It began to swell and before long it was extended over half an inch. It was a fat one.
Her pussy was spasming a mixture of cum and pee all over my face and it was dripping down on the carpet. I flipped her legs over my shoulders and began to really dive into that pussy. She was gyrating all over my chin as my tongue began to drive deep into her hole.
My face was coated with her juices as I stood and stepped between her legs. The bed was the perfect height as I placed my cock at the opening to her pussy. I thrust forward and it went right in to the hilt. She'd taken it all and had a lust crazed look on her face.
I commenced fucking her hard and as deep as I could. She was sure not acting the role of a snotty bitch now. Now she was a whore in heat. She was rubbing her titties and I encouraged her to continue. Her ass was pumping back at me as hard as I was thrusting my cock into her.
My cock was sopping wet; and I could feel a puddle of her juices on the bed when my balls were hitting her ass. I lifted her ass higher and again positioned her heels on my shoulders.
She was cumming so hard she was shaking. I acted surprised when my cock slid out. Then I lowered my hips slightly and it was positioned at her asshole. That asshole was sopping wet.
I thrust forward into her asshole and she screamed lightly then relaxed. Something new for her; and apparently she liked it.
I fucked her for another 20 minutes or so and then tightened my grip on her ass. She knew I was going to cum and squealed for my load. I dumped a big, thick load deep in her asshole; she later admitted that was a first.
I pulled my cock out; her ankles were still on my shoulders. I took my cock and slapped her clit and pussy lips a few times. Her squeal was evidence she enjoyed it all.
I took my speedo and wiped my cock off in the inner crotch lining. Here's something to remember me by, I offered.
As I turned to leave she expressed her hope she would see me again.
"Call Rose" was my response. I knew she would.
When I departed, I wondered if I would hear from her. I'd told her to call Rose should her pipes need further cleaning. From experience, I knew some would and some would not.
It never failed. After the glow of the fuck wore off, some mature wives would have a case of guilt. When that set in, I could never be certain if I would hear from them again. But, there were more than enough unsatisfied older women in town to keep me busy through the year.
Three days later, Rose paged me. I guess you could call her my "Pimp." She normally scheduled my service calls. She once commented she would have to start charging a percentage since this took up so much of her time. A good fuck always took those thoughts away; and we did have a special relationship.
I returned the call and learned Mrs. J needed a pipe cleaning ASAP. I suggested we make her wait a day or 2. She needed to learn everyone did not jump when she called. In turn, a delay might make her more trainable. Rose concurred. I suggested early morning so we could see if she chased her husband out of the house.
About 10 minutes later, Rose called to confirm an appointment for the following Wednesday at 8:30 in the morning. Perfect, I thought.
Wednesday morning I hit the door about 7:30 in the morning. Kitty was smiling; I'd given her a good workout but had not cum. I wanted an especially thick load for Mrs. J. I thought this is the day her training begins.
I left nothing to the immagination. I was wearing just sandals and a very brief cotton pair of shorts. They were hardly more cover than a string bikini would have provided.
These shorts were especially designed with a pouch in front which pushed the cock and balls out in a very obvious bulge. They were definitely something one did not wear in public. Half of my ass crack was showing; and had I been equipped with a bush, part of it would have been out in the open. Thankfully I shaved and was smooth.
No shirt was needed; it would be a warm day. The shorts had no pockets; my wallet and house keys went in the console. The top was down to allow me to work on my tan.
I pulled onto her street about 30 minutes later. I recognized her husband as he pulled from the driveway. He stopped; introduced himself; and asked me to give the pipes a good cleaning. He indicated they were having a pool party that week-end and wanted everything in tip top shape. I assured him I would as he drove off.
What a dolt. He actually believed I was there to clean the pool. No wonder she was such a bitch; he was so oblivious to everything.
He was an attorney and about 60 years of age. I figured a good fuck would put her in a decent mood and keep her off his back when he got home. In a sense, I was performing a public service. I wondered if I could somehow find a tax deduction in this. But how do you value a load of semen?
I hopped from the car and walked to the front door. By this time my cock was semi hard; and my balls were bulging in the pouch.
I rang the bell and waited no more than a minute when Mrs. J answered the door. Her eyes bulged out slightly as she smiled. My attire left nothing to the imagination.
She looked out the door; I suppose she wanted to be certain her hubby had left. Perhaps she was hoping a neighbor would see her with a boy toy. At that age, who could guess what runs through their minds.
Of all things, when she opened her robe, she was wearing my speedo from 4 days prior. I guess that added some excitement for her. Perhaps she wanted her husband to find out.
Let me describe her. She was mid 50s with frosted white hair cut in a shag. She was about 5'6" and weighed in at about 150. Her pubis was shaved and belly was flat from working out. She had 44DD titties; and she was obviously proud of them and wanted everyone's eyes drawn to them. I later learned they were not all natural.
I knew from experience I needed to keep my mind on the mission. The mission was to get Mrs. J so addicted to my cock she would do anything at any time and anywhere. Rose was certain that would take some of the prissiness out of her.
As I entered, she put her arm through mine and led me into the living room. She'd prepared a light snack; that was a good sign. She was becoming attentive to my needs.
She'd shed her robe as she sat next to me; and took the time to butter an english muffin for me. Add to that was her pouring a glass of juice for me. Clearly she wanted me to be at tip top performance for her.
We chatted about nothing of importance for 10 minutes or so as I enjoyed her service. She even used a napkin to dab the crumbs from my lips. All that time she had been sitting close to me and rubbing my belly when not being a proper hostess. This seemed to be going good.
By this time my cock had popped out of my shorts; the truth was those shorts were so brief they hardly covered anything. They were similar to those Aussie swim trunks; although mine were just a bit looser around the cock to allow for the pouch.
She leaned over and took my liberated cock in her hand; as she did so she began lightly kissing my left nipple. Oral action on my nipples always got me going. I sat back and allowed her to massage and squeeze my cock while sucking on my nipple; her teeth were nipping and it felt great. Reminder, keep my mind on the mission.
This went on for 5 minutes or so when she suggested we go upstairs. I offered to clean up the table; she indicated the maid would take care of it when she arrived.
I stood and picked her up to carry her up the stairs. Her arms were around my neck in a flash and her tongue was driving deep into my ear. I was having a little trouble walking as my cock was flapping in the air; and my shorts were starting to fall.
But we made it to the top and entered the bedroom. She seemed pleased; she had changed the sheets after her husband departed. Another good sign and time for a test.
As I put her down, I asked her to brush her teeth and gargle. I mentioned I had read an article concerning oral germs. She agreed without a fuss; and didn't catch on to the fact I did not ask to brush or gargle myself.
As she scampered to the bathroom, I stepped out of my shorts and shed my sandals.
She returned in 2 or 3 minutes. Not only had she brushed and gargled; she'd also put on some sexy perfume. She was swinging my speedo in the air. I cautioned her to be careful where she left that; her husband might not be amused.
She laughed and called him an old fart who could barely focus on anything but his law practice.
I began frenching her and was squeezing both ass cheeks as I did so. Her motor was running full blast as she rubbed that pussy against my knee. She was dripping cum and pee all over the floor and onto me.
I picked her up and flipped her so her pussy was right at my mouth. She squealed as I stood there lapping at that pussy for all I was worth. Another test was approaching.
I stood still for 10 minutes or so. I alternated between sucking on her clit and her pussy lips. She was spasming all over my face and chin. I smiled to myself when she began kissing the head of my cock.
There was a bench at the end of the bed. I spread my legs further to avoid hurting the jewels; and walked over to it. As I sat, I cautioned her to be still as I had a special treat for her.
I reclined on the bench and continued snacking on that pussy. My tongue was flogging her clit and my mouth was tugging on those pussy lips.
I lifted my head and called down to her. I told her to go down on my cock with her mouth and give me a blow job. I was expecting resistance; that would certainly be something a prissy bitch would not do. Open went her mouth and down on my cock it went. It was evident this was new to her; I encouraged her though and told her she would improve with practice.
She was taking about half the shaft into her mouth and it was hitting the back of her throat. Her lips were tight around it and her tongue was lapping all over the head. Her mouth juices were over flowing; and that felt great as they dropped onto my balls. She needed no encouragement as her hands began massaging my balls with her mouth cum.
This went on for about 10 minutes when I slapped her ass and told her to climb off. Disappointment was evident; then happiness when I lifted her and put her face down on the bench.
I stepped between her legs and positioned my cock at her pussy. It was a white creme hole. I had never seen such a wet pussy before; I assumed that was due to lack of use for so long.
My cock slid right in; and I began pumping in and out. I slapped that ass and told her to wiggle those cheeks. She complied instantly. I fucked her hard. No compassion; no concern for her was present. I just fucked her like a paid for whore. I was rough. I rammed my cock hard and deep. She was squealing and begging for more.
This was raw fucking; no emotions. Just fuck the shit out of her. I pounded her for a good 30 minutes. Every time I looked down at my cock, it was coated with white creme. It looked as though I had shoved my cock into a jar of mayonaise. Her cum was that thick.
My balls were slapping her mound. I could feel my load begin to build. I told her not to move that I would have a surprise for her. I continued pounding her pussy for another 8 or 9 minutes.
When I felt my load begin to move up my cock shaft, I pulled out of her pussy and walked around to her head. I lifted her head up by the hair and told her to open her mouth. She complied without hesitation.
My cock entered her mouth just as my load began to spew forth. She wrapped those lips tight around the shaft as I began to mouth fuck her.
My cum was thick; and I told her to swallow deep and enjoy. I could hear her gulp with each spurt of my semen. I felt the last dregs of my load squirt into her mouth; and I let go of her hair.
I looked down at her not knowing how she would react. She rolled off the bench onto the floor. I thought she'd had a heart attack. Instead she began kissing my feet. Over and over she kept telling me how good it felt.
I told her I fucked her like she was a whore; and she'd proven me right.
She finally got up and told me she had a present for me. She scampered into her closet and returned with a box. She was beside herself with joy as she opened it and extracted a heavy gold chain. It was about 20 inches long. Rose later confirmed it was worth about $2,000.
"I can'nt tell you how much you mean to me," she said. She admitted she wanted more of me on a regular basis.
Success, I thought. I confirmed I would continue seeing her as long as the checks kept rolling in to Rose's office. I also confirmed she would be my whore as long as she obeyed.
She was tearing up with joy. I had another date to get to. Without washing off, I pulled on my shorts and sandals. As I headed to the door, she asked when she would see me again.
"Call Rose," was my response. "She schedules my appointments. You ought to become her friend if you want this to continue. She and Kitty have a lot of influence in my schedule."
She nodded her agreement as I walked through the bedroom door.
I was tying the waist on my shorts when I encountered Maria, the maid. She smiled as she eyed me. Perhaps a further opportunity for pleasure I thought as I hit the front door.
Well, just like Mr. Thompson asked, I'd given the pipes a good cleaning out. She was definitely purring when I departed; that should keep her off his back for a while.
I was a little surprised to see Maria, the maid, smiling as I departed. Maybe she needed a cleaning out as well.
About 2 hours later, Rose paged me. When I returned her call, she indicated I needed to get back to the Thompson residence. All she said was be careful.
I hopped in the shower; if for no other reason, my groin smelled of dry pussy.
I put on decent shorts and a thong as well as an Izod shirt and sandals. Aftershave and that heavy gold chain finished off the ensemble.
I pulled into the driveway; and saw Mr. Thompson's Benz parked. What the heck was going on, I wondered.
I rang the bell; Maria answered the door. She had a smirky look on her face as she told me Mr. Thompson would see me in his den. Now I was really perplexed.
He had a scowling look which increased in intensity as I entered. Mrs. Thompson was sitting on the sofa with a downcast look.
He had the nerve to confront me. He wanted to know who I was to think I could fuck his wife and get paid for it. He was really steaming as he vented. Then he noted my gold chain.
He turned to her and accused her of spending his hard earned money on some two bit gigalo.
That pissed me off. I looked him square in the eye. I noted I might have many faults; being a cheap gigalo was not one of them. I told him if he spent more time fucking her like the whore she is, and less time at the golf course, we would not be having this conversation.
Mr. Thompson looked up and told him maybe he should spend less time working on Maria's visa application.
Lights came on. The randy old goat was fucking the maid. He was so enamoured with himself, he didn't even see the hottie he had.
That really set me off. I asked him if he would like me to contact the state bar association. I thought they might be interested in knowing he was taking sex from a client. Maria might work for him; but she was also a client.
That took some of the steam out of him.
I asked him what the "boys" at the club would say if they found out he couldn't take care of his whore wife. They'd be laughing their asses off at the thought she was paying the pool boy to clean her pipes.
I asked him what the media might think or report when they got the sniff of this issue. "Local attorney's wife fucking pool boy"; that should make a great headline.
Might even cause trouble with his appointment as a Judge, I suggested.
Now he was silent.
He began blustering. He thought we could work something out. Like that I knew I had the upper hand.
I told him to apologize to me. He did.
I told him to apologize to Mrs. Thompson. When he started, I told him to get on his knees at her feet. He did that also. He was red faced and perspiring heavily now.
She had a smug look on her face. I walked over and slapped her. I told her she should have been in control of this situation. What kind of house did she run?
When I turned as though I was leaving, she jumped up and fell on her knees as she grabbed my knees. She was sobbing. She pleaded with me not to leave her like this.
I had her then. I knew she would obey.
I told him I was going to fuck her. He could stay and watch or he could leave. The choice was his. I also told him to leave $500 on the table.
I then had her summon Maria in. She was still smirking until she saw the change in atmosphere.
She was about 5 inches shorter than I. I looked at her and told her she would not be fucking Mr. Thompson any further. I told her she now belonged to Mrs. Thompson and would obey her if she wanted to remain in this country.
She looked scared now.
I looked at him and told him to get out or sit in the corner. He rose quietly now; put 5 $100 bills on the table; and took a seat in the corner of the room.
This was working out pretty good. I told Mrs. Thompson to strip; not that she had much on.
She stripped naked; and was standing where he could see her. She had heels on. I looked at Maria.
"Get over there and kiss your Mistress' feet," I commanded. She still had that scared look but did as she was told. After a few minutes, I told her to kiss her Mistress's pussy. That brought a smile to her face as she did.
I walked over by the sofa and slowly undressed. I ordered Maria to stand and Mrs. Thompson to get on her knees and suck my cock. I noticed Mr. Thompson's eyes were on her.
She nearly ran and fell to get on her knees. Her mouth opened and she began tonguing the head of my cock.
I looked at Maria for a minute; then told her to strip. She started to hesitate when I told her to be quick about it.
Reluctantly, she removed her white shirt and black skirt. "Keep going," I ordered. Down went the panties and off came the white bra. Now she was standing in just a garter belt, stockings, and heels.
By this time, Mrs. Thompson was sucking my cock into her mouth. I ordered Maria to take the panties and place them on Mr. Thompson's head. She did; and now she was laughing quietly.
I snapped my fingers and motioned for her to get over to me. She did.
I motioned for her to slide under Mrs. Thompson and begin to eat her pussy. I could tell from her mouth's reaction to my cock, Mrs. Thompson was happy.
Good maid that she was, Maria got down and under and began sucking on Mrs. Thompson's clit. Mrs. T's eyes went wide open; I gathered she had never had 2 holes in use at the same time. That would change.
I ordered Mrs. T to reverse position so she was facing away from me while Maria kept eating on that pussy.
I told Mrs. T to get down and start eating Maria's pussy. I gathered from her initial reluctance she had never eaten pussy before. A couple of slaps on the ass and she was down, nose deep in thick hair and lapping on Maria's pussy.
I should describe Maria for you. She was 22 or 23 years of age. She had been brought into this country illegally by her parents from Guatamala at the age of 14. None of the family was very literate; they were grateful to Senor Thompson for getting them jobs at the Country Club and for taking Maria into the household as a maid. They apparently had no idea he would never get them visas as long as he wanted Maria as a toy.
Back to Maria. She was a chubby 5'4". I would guess her measurements were 36-27-37. Her pussy had never seen a razor; that would have to change. Obviously she was not a virgin as Mr. T had been popping her for some time. What a low life; fucking Maria and all the time not working on the visas.
I stepped between Mrs. T's legs and spread her ass cheeks. I cautioned Maria to continue lapping at her pussy as I began inserting my cock into Mrs. T's pussy. I could feel the hot air from Maria's nostrils as she continued eating that pussy. Soon, her tongue was working on my shaft and balls.
I was slamming Mrs. T hard; and her pussy was responding in earnest. My balls were slapping her and Maria's face. The slaps were loud enough I knew he could hear his wife being fucked. I told her to respond orally to me while still sucking on Maria's pussy. Pussy juice was running all over Maria's face and mouth.
Maria spread her legs wider. Mrs. T lowered her face further into Maria's pussy and was sucking her clit with intensity. I could feel Maria's responses every time her tongue slapped against my balls.
Meanwhile Mr. T was sitting in the corner as he had been told. He certainly could hear his wife and maid being used like whores. Mrs. T was moaning and squealing loudly; yet she continued sucking on Maria's clit like a good lesbian.
I must have fucked her for 20 minutes or so. I kept pulling her cum from my cock and was fingering it into her asshole. I had my 2 middle fingers all the way in and was twisting them and stretching the anal opening. That would be next.
I continued stretching her asshole; Mrs. T kept wiggling the ass as though she enjoyed it. My cock was sopping wet from her cumming and Maria's mouth. I cautioned them both to remain still. With that, I pulled my cock free of the pussy and slammed it into the asshole.
Maria, trouper she was, never missed a stroke on that pussy. Mrs. T had a momentary loss when her head shot back with a loud squeal; I guess she'd not been ass fucked very much.
I showed her no mercy as I slammed my dick hard and deep into the asshole. Her anal tract was spasming and I ordered her face back onto Maria's pussy. She complied.
I fucked her in the ass for 10 minutes or so and began to feel my load build up. I grabbed her ass tight; she raised her head; and asked me to drill her deep.
With that I tightened my grip and began dropping my load into her asshole. I kept my cock in deep and allowed her ass wiggling to cause my cum to flow. I just kept it in and let her do the work.
When I pulled out, I had her sit up so her asshole was right over Maria's face. I told her to use her sphincter muscles to shoot my load out onto Maria's face. I cautioned Maria to keep her mouth shut so all of my sperm would land on her face.
They both obeyed. At the same time I walked in front of Mrs. T and in a loud voice offered her my cock to suck on as a reward. I whispered to her that she should smack her lips loudly so her husband would hear.
She smiled and began smacking her lips on my cock as she sucked all of the juices and little brown specs down. Rose would be happy to know I had taken the prissiness out of her customer.
She finished; and I looked down to see Maria's face coated. "Ralph," I called. "Get those drawers off your head and get over here."
"While I take a shower, clean up Maria's face." He looked at me strangely. "You heard me. Get on your knees and clean her face off."
"Don't make me get pissed with you more than I already am," I warned him. "You may never be a judge or be able to show your face at the Country Club again."
With that, I went upstairs and showered off. I used deodorent. I noticed a small bottle of musk oil on the vanity. I picked it up and applied it liberaly. It was erotic as all get out.
I came back downstairs and found all 3 still on the floor. This was working out good; I knew Rose would be thrilled.
"Here's the deal," I started. "I will fuck Eva whenever I wish; and you will pick up the tab Ralph. Have I made myself clear?"
Eva was smiling from ear to ear. "Yes Thomas," she replied. I am available whenever and wherever you wish."
"Maria, I started. "You are not his sex toy anymore. You belong to Eva; she is your mistress. And she belongs to me now. So that means you belong to me. Do you understand?"
"Si, Senor Tomas," she responded.
"I want all 3 of you at 122 East Jefferson Street tomorrow at 9:00 sharp. Your training will continue."
I picked up the phone and called Rose. "Rose, you will have 3 customers tomorrow at 9. Get the 2 females in shape as you did Kitty. And begin teaching them to obey. IN fact you should have Kitty assist you. The guy can sit and watch."
"You did it, didn't you," she asked.
"The rest is up to you," was my response as I hung up.
"None of you want to piss me off by not showing up," I said. "Is everyone clear on the new order of things?"
"I will check on all 3 of you tomorrow," I said. Eva was grinning from ear to ear. Maria was smiling. Ralph was scared and brooding.
I started dressing and motioned Eva and Maria to me. I motioned for Eva to help me dress. She was beside herself as she picked up each of my articles of clothing.
I snapped my fingers at Maria and motioned to the money. She walked over to the table and picked up the 5 $100 bills. She had never seen so much cash; and had a new respect for Senor Tomas.
"Ralph," I called. "You'll need a thousand when you get to Rose's. She has a lot of work to do on my 2 new whores?"
With that I hit the door.