The Banger Club



   Mike Hollis sat at the kitchen table and watched his wife, Brandi, fix
the meal while sipped his after work beer.  At thirty-five she looked
better than a lot of teenager girls, he thought.  Brandi had changed from
her work togs into a pair of cut-off jeans and a white sleeveless
tee-shirt. She was barefooted he noticed.  He also noted that she was
braless.  After fifteen years of marriage he still lusted after her just as
he had the first time he saw her.  She was hot then and even hotter now. 
The fact that she couldn't conceive a child did nothing to diminish from
her beauty.  She could still get him excited just like the previous night.
They had a long and very hot sex session.

   "How was work?" he inquired.  Brandi was the office manager for a
construction company.  Manager and general flunky.  Brandi had her degree
in business management and she often lamented that she wasn't using her
education to its fullest extent nor would she ever be able to do so at that
company.

   "Work sucked," she answered without looking around at him.  "As usual.
How was your day?"

   "Sucked, too," he answered with a laugh.  "As usual.  I'm beginning to
see a pattern here, don't you?"

   "I do indeed," she laughed with him.

   "Sometimes I think we should have taken Jimmy's offer to go into
business with him, instead of opening my own business." Mike had struggled
for several years to make his landscaping business pay.

   "Your brother is a sleaze," Brandi snapped.

   "Yes, maybe so," Mike said.  "But he's a successful sleaze.  Made a pile
of money over the past few years.

   "So he says.  Owning a night club that is hardly better than a
whorehouse isn't my idea of success.  By the way, there is a message from
some lawyer on the machine.  I didn't listen to all of it when I realized
it was for you."

   "Lawyer?  Now what kind of trouble am I in?" Mike grumbled getting up
from the table.  He was back in a few minutes, his face pale.  "I don't
believe it," he said slumping down at the table.  "Jimmy is dead."

   "What?  What do you mean?" she asked astonished.

   'That was a lawyer.  Jimmy's lawyer," Mike said.  "Apparently Jimmy was
found dead yesterday sometime.  He said Jimmy died of a heart attack.  God,
I can't believe it!  I just talked to him a couple of weeks ago and he
seemed fine."

   "I'm so sorry, Mike," Brandi said coming over to him and laying her hand
on his shoulder.  "I didn't care for him that much, but I certainly
wouldn't have wished him dead.  What did the lawyer say?"

   "I have to go down there and settle his affairs.  Jimmy left everything
to me according to Mister Law."

   "The lawyer is named Law?  That's...odd."

   "Yeah, I guess it is," Mike agreed absently.  "Poor Jimmy.  We weren't
all that close, but I loved him." He looked up at his wife, tears filling
his eyes.  "I wished I had liked him more."

   "Yeah, I know," she said softly .  "Jimmy wasn't all that likeable, I'm
afraid.  When do you have to go?  I mean funeral and whatever."

   " I'm the only family left," Mike answered.  "I guess it will be up to
me.  And of course you, too.  Can you get off a few days to go with me?"

   "I'm sure they will let me off for that," Brandi said.  "Jimmy always
bragged about how well he was doing, but I have to wonder if he was doing
as well as he claimed." ***

   "Mister Hollis," Able Law said leaning back in his chair.  He was an
imposing black man with just a few sprinkles of grey in his hair and beard.
"I have been your brother's attorney for over five years.  In fact I tried
to talk him out of buying that so called club.  He didn't listen to me."
the older lawyer laughed softly.  "Apparently it was a good thing he
didn't, because Jim left a good sized estate to you.  I prepared his will
so I'm well versed with his last wishes.  I have handed you a copy of the
will so you can read it for yourself.  Basically you get everything.  Since
you were a partner in his business there won't be any problems with making
the transfer.  I..."

   "Wait a minute, Mister Law," Mike said.  "What do you mean partner?"

   "Exactly that," the old gentleman.  "Jim had me fix up the papers over
two years ago.." He handed some legal papers across the desk to Mike. 
"This is your signature isn't it?"

   Mike studied the papers.  It wasn't his signature.  Apparently Jimmy had
forged his signature to the documents.  He was about to say so when the
lawyer spoke again.

   "This simplifies the matter considerably." Able Law said.  "The business
and it's assets will not have to be in probate and of course no inheritance
taxes because the partnership agreement states that in the event of death
by either partner the other assumes total ownership.  But of course you
knew that, didn't you?" Mike nodded and handed the papers back to the
lawyer.  He didn't know any such thing, but it seemed that keeping quiet
about it might be wise.

   "The Banger Club has remained open," the lawyer continued.  "Your
brother had a lot of confidence in his manager.  A gentleman by the name of
Striker.  I recall Mister Striker is called Big Tom, a name that suits him
well, I think.  He's rather large.  You will need to go to the bank and
sign the necessary papers to access the accounts your brother had.  I've
spoke with the bank president, and he's expecting you this afternoon." He
handed Mike some papers.  "You will need to give these to John Greene at
the bank.  I don't anticipate any problems there." He gave both Mike and
Brandi a piercing look.  "I don't know what you intend on doing with the
club, but I would suggest that you do nothing in a hurry.  You should take
some time to get the feel of things.  You will have several offers from
people wanting to buy you out, but I council taking it very slow. 
Jim...well now you, Mister Hollis, own the building and other assets of the
club.  I would estimate the value to be in excess of seven hundred fifty
thousand dollars.  The business is worth considerably more.  Take your time
and study the situation before you jump into a sale.  Of course I will do
whatever I can to help you."

   At the mention of seven hundred fifty thousand dollars, both Mike and
Brandi sit up straighter in their chairs.  Mike had no idea that the
property was worth that.  He had always assumed Jimmy rented the building.

   "How much do you figure the business is worth?" Brandi managed to ask.

   "I don't really have anyway to determine that," Able Law said.  "You'll
have to spend some time with the books to get a good idea of the value.  As
to the funeral arrangements, your brother wished that there be no public
funeral.  He wanted his remains to the cremated and the ashes spread on the
parking lot of his club.  Would you like for me to make the arrangements,
Mister Hollis?"

   "Yes, please," Mike said still dazed by the revelation of his brother's
estate.  "And please call me Mike."

   "Certainly," the lawyer said.  "Besides the club property your brother
owned a house.  I made arrangements to have it ready for you to stay in.  I
have started the transfer of deeds already.  Your driver will take you to
the bank and to the house when you are ready.  Your brother's car, I should
say cars, are at the house and the keys are on a rack in the kitchen.  I
want you to feel free to call me if there is any questions or if I may be
of any assistance."

   "My driver?"

   "Yes, a young man, Amos, I think his name is, is waiting for you.  He
worked for your brother and now I suppose he works for you.  The visit to
the bank should be first because you'll want to pay your employees Friday.
You need to get the banking business done quickly."

   Amos was waiting for them beside a nearly new mini limousine.  Amos gave
both of them a big smile when he introduced himself.  Mike noticed that the
driver's gaze stayed on Brandi longer then necessary.  It didn't bother him
all that much because he was use to men looking at his wife.

   The bank president, John Greene, also a black man, made them welcome and
took them through the process.  Mike was surprised to notice that Jimmy had
forged his signature on several of the bank documents also.  Both Brandi
and Mike were shocked at the amount of the account balances.  He had Brandi
added as an authorized signer to the accounts and withdrew five thousand
dollars out of Jimmy's personal checking account for expenses, because they
were running short on money.  Almost everything Mike made went back into
the landscaping business, and they mostly lived on Brandi's salary.  While
Mike was sadden by Jimmy's death, things were beginning to look up
financially.  After the quick and rather painless visit to the bank they
started to Jimmy's house.

   "That cash will come in handy," Brandi whispered to him when they were
underway.  "I wondered how we were going to eat while we were here."

   "Yeah, me too," Mike whispered back.  "I had no idea that Jimmy was
doing so well.  I guess he wasn't lieing was he?"

   "I guess not.  Besides being a strip club, what else is the Banger
Club?"

   "I sure don't know," Mike said.  "But whatever it is it's making money
hand over fist.  Where are we, Amos?"

   "This is where Mister Hillis lived," the black man said, turning into a
long sweeping drive.

   "You got to be kidding me!" Brandi exclaimed watching the giant iron
gate swing open.  Beyond the gate was a mansion.  A large sprawling house
sit on a slight hill.  "This is Jimmy's house?"

   "Yes ma'am," the young black said.  "Mister Hollis bought it nearly two
yeas ago.  Some old rock star used to live here.  Mister Hollis done a lot
of work to it.  He added the tennis courts and swimming pool last year. 
Big ass pool, too."

   Mike was speechless.  He studied the yard and grounds with a
professional eye.  He could see it was professionaly landscaped and well
maintained.  Amos eased the car to a stop in front of the grand place.  He
turned and handed Mike a ring of keys.

   "This is the keys to everything here, Mister Hollis, sir," he said. 
"I'll bring your luggage right on in.  You folks go on in and look around."

   The house was magnificent in every manner.  Inside the front door was a
foyer with marble tile.  Beyond that was a large room with two curved
stairs leading to the second floor.  There were halls leading off of the
main floor.

   "Would you look at this?" Mike said to Brandi.  They both were standing
in the great room looking, their mouths slightly open in wonder.

   "Yes I would," Brandi said.  "I know how the Clampett's felt on their
first trip to Beverly Hills.  What do you think Jed?"

   "I think we done died and went to heaven," Mike breathed.  "If I'm Jed,
are you Granny?"

   "Watch it buddy," Brandi said.  "I'm not that old yet."

   "No, you're not.  Elly May then.  What the hell was Jimmy in to that
made him this much money?"

   "I don't know, but it couldn't have been legal.  Did that lawyer say
that Jimmy owned this place?  No mortgage?"

   "He said Jimmy...well we, own it free and clear," Mike said.  "Well,
Elly May, let's go explore the joint."

   They split up and begun their exploring.  One room after another was
reveled as nothing short of grand.

   "Mike you have to see this kitchen!" Brandi called.  "Where are you
anyway?"

   "I don't know," Mike yelled back.  "I'm lost.  Come here, Honey, you
have to see this room."

   "Keep yelling and I'll find you," she called back, laughing.  She found
him in a hallway standing in front of a closed door.

   "What?" she asked.

   "You'll see," he said grinning as he opened the door.

   "Oh my God!" Brandi said.  "What the hell is this?  A museum for the
perverted?" The walls were filled with giant photographs of people having
sex in all manner of positions and combinations.  Statues of nudes and
explicit sex acts were scattered about the large room.  While Mike went
along one wall, Brandi went the other way.  When they met she looked at him
her face flushed.  "I don't know if I'm aroused or disgusted," she said
breathlessly.

   "I don't have that problem," Mike said laughing.  "I'm aroused.  I'm
hard and horny." He put his arm around her and cup her breast.  "From the
feel of your nipple, you're hot, too."

   "Yeah, I guess I am." Brandy said.  "Did you see the room, Amos put our
things in?  It larger than our whole apartment.  Have you seen everything
yet?"

   "After this room, I think I have seen everything," he answered laughing.
"Wow, my brother was a libertine.  A certified degenerate, huh?"

   "Yes he was," Brandi said hugging her husband.  "A raunchy hedonist.  I
suppose you noticed that the main theme of these photographs are group and
interracial sex."

   "Yes and I'm still noticing it.  I also noticed that all the women are
good looking and white.  Black lawyer, black banker, and black driver.  I
think Jimmy had a thing for African-Americans."

   "Come on let's get out of here," Brandi said.  "Let's look around
outside and get some fresh air." Reluctantly, Mike followed her outside.  A
few minutes later they were standing on a patio admiring the swimming pool.


   "Wow," she said.  "Would you look at the size of that thing?  Double
Olympic size?"

   "I would guess so," Mike answered.  "What the hell are we going to do
with this place?"

   "Right now, I'm going to swim," she answered, taking off her shirt and
slacks.  "Skinny dippin' time.  Come on in." Brandi was quickly naked and
diving into the inviting water.

   Mike looked around.  He hadn't see a soul since Amos left, so he took
off his clothes and dived into the pool.

   "Isn't this nice?" Brandi asked swimming up to him pressing her breasts
to his chest.  He lifted her out of the water and put his mouth to one taut
nipple.

   "Damned right it's nice." He said releasing the nipple.  "The pool and
house is pretty nice, too.  I love your boobs, Brandi.  You have to promise
me one thing."

   "And what's that?"

   "Please don't wake me from this dream."

   "Okay, I won't," she laughed.

   "Hello," a woman's voice called.  "Would you like me to fix some
drinks?" Brandi squawked and ducked down in the water.  Mike looked around
to see a pretty woman in an abbreviated maids uniform standing beside the
pools edge.  "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived.  I took the liberty
of going to the grocery store.  I misjudged the time.  Margaritas,
martinis, Pina colada?  How about a large pitcher of bloody Mary?"

   "Uh, yes, bloody Mary sounds fine," Mike managed to say.  "I'm sorry,
who are you?"

   "I'm Maria, your maid," she said.  Mike could see that she was an
Hispanic, but with no trace of an accent.  "There is a closet with towels
and robes over there," she said.  "I'll be right back with the drinks."

   "Oops," Brandi said.  "I think the skinny dipping time is over." She got
out of the pool and went to the closet and got them each a towel and she
put on a terrycloth robe.

   "Where's my robe?" Mike called.

   "In the closet," she answered laughing.  "Get out and get it yourself. I
think you look great with your pecker flopping around."

   "Funny," Mike muttered using the towel as cover as he hurried to the
closet.  He hurriedly put the robe on glancing at the door where the maid
disappeared.

   "I'm sorry," Brandi said when Maria reappeared whit a tray with the
drinks.  "We thought we were alone."

   "It is nothing, ma'am," the woman said.  "Mister Hollis and his guests
seldom wore swimming suits when they swam.  I'm used to seeing a lot of
skin.  I let the cook off after poor Mister Hollis passed away.  I wasn't
sure when you would arrive.  Should I call her back tonight?"

   "No," both Brandi and Mike said at the same time.  "Tomorrow is soon
enough," Brandi said.  "How many are on staff?"

   "There is the cook, the groundskeeper, the pool man, two housekeepers
and me.  Six of us total.  Mister Hollis used a temp service if he was
doing something special like a party," the maid answered.  "They will all
be here tomorrow.  We all were so sad to hear about poor Mister Hollis.  I
grieve for your loss, sir."

   "Thank you, Maria," Mike said.  "How long did you work for Jimmy?"

   "Over three years," she answered.  "I've been with him longer than any
of the others except for Mister Big Tom.  Did you meet Mister Big Tom?" she
said Big Tom like it was one word.

   "No, not yet," Mike said.  "We just got in town today.  This is my wife,
Brandi and I'm Mike.  We're still trying to get our feet on the ground."

   "Maria," Brandi said.  "Maybe you can help us.  Has the staff been paid?
I mean who handles that?"

   "Mister Big Tom gives us our checks.  Mister Hollis signs them."

   "Do you know how to contact Big Tom?" Mike asked.  She nodded "Would you
contact him and tell him we are in town?"

   "I did that already, sir," the maid said.  "Mister Big Tom told me to
call him the minute you arrived.  He said he would be here soon."

   "Okay, if we're having guests I better get my naked ass dressed," Brandi
said.

   "Yeah, you wouldn't want to shock the manager of a strip joint," Mike
said dryly.  ***

   Big Tom Striker was nothing like they expected other then being a large
man.  Tom Striker was black, he was six foot six and weighted in at close
to three hundred pounds and none of it was fat.  Brandi recognized him from
the poster size photographs in the den of iniquity as they started calling
the room.  His photos were very much in evident among the interracial
photos.  Mike didn't make the connection until later when Brandi told him.

   "I'm sorry for your loss," the huge man said in a surprisingly soft and
gentle tone of voice.  "My loss also, for Jimmy was not only my employer,
he was also my friend." The three of them were sitting on the patio
enjoying the cool breeze that blew across the large pool of water.  "I
tried for the past several years to get Jimmy to slow down, but he wasn't
about to.  Mister Law called me yesterday to let me know you were coming
down to take over things.  I'm glad you're here."

   "Did the lawyer tell you about the will?" Mike asked.

   "He didn't have to," the black man said.  "Jimmy told me about it when
he had the will drawn up.  I don't know how much you know about Jimmy's
business.  I acted as his general manager.  I ran the club and...well the
other businesses."

   "What other business would that be, Mister Striker?" Brandi asked.  The
big man looked uncomfortable.  "Surely you can tell us, can't you?"

   "Yeah, sure," the man said after loudly clearing his throat a couple of
times.  "We run an escort service and make some triple X videos.  Things
like that." That announcement brought the three of them to a complete
silence for a few minutes.  Brandi glanced at Mike who was watching her.

   "Mister Striker," Brandi said after the silence became uncomfortable. 
"Can you give us an overview of how the business income breaks down?"

   "I will if you'll stop calling me Mister Striker," the giant said
showing his white teeth in the gathering darkness.  "Tom works for me."

   "Okay, Tom, and we are Brandi and Mike." Mike said.

   "That's great, Mike," the man said.  "Forty percent of the revenue comes
from the club.  About forty percent comes from the escort service the other
twenty percent comes from the video business.  Those are ballpark figures
you understand."

   "Is escort service another word for call-girl service?" Brandi asked.

   "Yes," the man answered simply.

   "I see," Brandi said apparently taken back by the answer.  "My
brother-in-law was a pimp, then?"

   "Yes," the simple answer came again.

   "Okay then," Mike said hardly, "I inherited a porno video company, a
strip joint, and a call-girl racket.  Shit!"

   "Just so," Tom agreed.  "May I ask what you intend to do with the
business?"

   "Damned if I know," Mike said.  "My head is still spinning."

   "Tom," Brandi said.  "We've seen the bank accounts, so we know that the
company...er, businesses is generating a lot of cash.  Are all the
businesses solvent?"

   "Oh yes," the big man said.  "I didn't make a deposit since Jimmy died.
I wasn't sure if...you know...about the payroll and all.  I wanted to make
sure I could pay everybody that needed to be paid.  We pay everybody on the
first and fifteenth and Friday is the fourteenth so it's payday.  I usually
make out the checks and Jimmy would sign them.  Do you want me to continue
doing that?"

   "Yes, for the time being," Brandi answered.  "Bring them to me, and I'll
take care of signing them.  Is that okay with you Mike?" She knew it would
be.  Mike had a terrible head for business.  She took care of all his
landscaping paperwork.  Mike hastily assured her that it was fine with him.
"May I be frank with you Tom?  Just as soon as we get a handle on the
business we'll sell out.  Neither Mike or I want to be involved in...well,
this sort of business."

   "Sure, I understand," the big man said.  "Most folks don't.  There have
already been some offers made to me.  I told them that would have to talk
with the new owners.  So far every offer has been a low ball."

   "What is it worth?" Mike asked.

   "Two million five," the man answered immediately.  "Maybe a little more
but not a dime less."

   "I don't get it," Brandi said.  "What, aside from the building and
fixtures makes it so valuable?  I mean, what would make it worth so much?"

   "It's an established business with a good name," Tom answered.  "Jimmy
worked it up from a hairball joint he bought several years ago.  The club
is clean, the girls are all pretty and friendly and the drinks are
reasonable.  Jimmy worked long and hard to get the escort business going to
his liking.  It sort of specialized."

   "Specialized how?" Brandi asked.  "Isn't a call girl just a prostitute?
I'm sure there are a lot of them around."

   "Oh sure," Tom said.  "No problem getting whores.  But you see Jimmy
specialized in getting white women for black and Asian men.  Not just any
run of the mill whore.  Nice clean ladies.  Housewives, soccer moms, and
college girls wanting to make some real money.  By the way, that's all cash
transactions.  We don't pay them by check.  Same for the video actors."

   "No, I wouldn't think so," Brandi murmured.

   "Excuse me," Maria said from the door.  "If there's nothing else I'll go
for the evening."

   "No, that's fine, Maria," Mike said.  "Do you have transportation?"

   "I live here," she answered.  "There is an apartment over the garage,
but I can move if you want me to."

   "No, no that's great," Mike said.  "I didn't know you lived here.  We'll
see you in the morning then."

   "Lock your door, Maria," Brandi called.  "Mike walks in his sleep." She
laughed when Mike glared at her.  "Come on.  I saw you giving her the evil
eye."

   "Tom, when does the club open?  I mean what time?" Mike asked still
glaring at Brandi.

   "Six until two in the morning," the man answered.  "Noon until two on
Saturdays.  We close on Sunday and Monday.  I need to get back to the
club," he said glancing at his watch.  "Are you coming by tonight?"

   "No, we'll have to wait until tomorrow night," Brandi answered.  "Mike
and I are both worn out from the trip and the various shocks we've had
today.  If you don't mind would you bring the books by tomorrow early
afternoon so that I can study them myself?"

   "I'll have them here by one o'clock if that's all right.  It's usually
well after three before I get to bed.  You know that the club books won't
tell you the whole picture, don't you?"

   "Yes Tom, I got that.  I understand there are large cash transactions,
but I'll have a better idea of what's going on after I look.  I forgot
about your late hours.  Make it three o'clock and get some rest." ***

   "How does it feel to be a madam?" Mike teased her.  He was laying on the
bed watching the plasma TV that hung on the wall.

   "How do you feel about being a pimp?" she countered.  "An a...what do
you call someone who makes porno, anyway?"

   "Fucking lucky," Mike answered with a laugh.  "I'm sure going to take
that TV home with me." Brandi was looking in the cabinets on either side of
the TV.

   "Sure, why not, it's yours.  I don't know where you're going to
put...wow!  Look at all these video tapes and disks.  There must be a
couple hundred of them."

   "Put one in the player," Mike said.  "We haven't watched any good porno
for a long while."

   "Here's one with a photo of Big Tom on the cover," she said slipping the
disk in the player.  "Did you notice his photos were on the wall down
stairs?"

   "I did not," Mike said.  "I wasn't looking at the guys.  Tom's picture,
huh?"

   Brandi came and lay on the bed beside him.  The scene opened with a girl
with pigtails and knee socks sitting at a bus stop.  A van pulled up and
the girl was offered a ride which apparently she accepted.  The next scene
was a close up of the teenager that clearly showed her to be much older. 
Late twenties or early thirties.  Brandi commented that they blew it with
that close-up shot.  Mike shushed her.  For the next half hour the girl was
sexually used and misused by Big Tom.

   "Is that supposed to be a rape?" Brandi demanded.  "It looked like one
before the little bitch reached back and put his dick in her.  What corny
writing., but I can see why he's called Big Tom, can't you?"

   "Yeah, he's freakishly well developed," Mike said.  "Trick photography."

   "I don't think so," Brandi teased.  "I think that monster is the real
deal."

   "Whatever," Mike said.  "I've always figured a woman rather be tickled
to death than stabbed to death.  Be quiet I want to hear this."

   "Hear what?" she laughed.  "There's nothing but grunting and heavy
breathing with an occasional ohh or ahh."

   "Yeah, don't want to miss that now shut up." The next thirty minutes was
Tom, the girl who was joined by another black man.  All three magically
transitioned from the back of the van to an inside room somewhere.  Brandi
got quiet as the two men screwed the girl over and over.  When the two men
doubled penetrated the girls ass and pussy at the same time, she reached
over and stroked Mikes stiffened cock.

   "I want some of this," she cooed.

   "What I have or what you see on the screen?" Instead of answering him,
she took his cock out of his boxers.  "Oh, that," he said.  "Help yourself,
sweet thang."

   It started out to be their regular love-making, but at some point they
both realized it was hotter and more intense than normal.

   "Do me from behind," Brandi said urgently.  "I want to watch those two
studs fuck that girl while you do." Mike was a little surprised at her
choice of words.  While he was aware that Brandi was not exactly a prude,
she never used the word fuck.  Not that he had ever heard, anyway.  As Mike
plunged in and out of her he was aware that she kept her head up and stared
at the images on the TV.

   "You want some of that black cock in your white pussy, Brandi?" he
gasped, picking up his tempo.  "You want some hard black cock in your
ass...in your cunt?"

   "Oh God!  Fuck me Mike!  Pound me hard!" He asked her again if she
wanted some black cock, but she never answered his question.  She just
encouraged him to keep fucking her.  They climaxed within a few seconds of
each other, and both were asleep a few minutes after that.  They hadn't
even turned down the cover.  ***

   "So Brandi," Mike said handing her a cup of coffee.  "You didn't answer
my question last night.

   "I'm sorry," she said looking up from her newspaper.  "What was the
question?"

   "I asked you if you wanted some hard black cock.  You didn't answer me."

   "Of course I didn't.  I'm completely satisfied with what you've got
Mike. Have I ever given you cause to think otherwise?  What would make you
even ask the question?"

   "No, you have always been a perfect lady," Mike said pulling a chair out
and sitting.  "I ask because you seem enthralled with watching them work
their magic on that supposed teenager."

   "You mean the teenager with varicose veins and liver spots?"

   "Oh, come on now.  She wasn't that old.  I did take note that you
changed the subject again though.  Come on admit it.  You did like watching
the black and white sex and if you're honest you'll admit you are curious.
Hell, I think it's sexy and I'm not upset over it."

   "You're not?  Why is that, you suppose?"

   "There you go changing the subject again," he laughed.  "This time I'll
let you change the subject.  I wouldn't be upset because it been a kind of
fantasy of mine for a long time."

   "What's been a fantasy?"

   "To see you with another man.  To have some stud fuck the shit out of
you.  I haven't even dared think about a black stud fucking you until your
eyes crossed until last night." His wife stared at him for a full minute
before responding.

   "Well, ain't this been a week just chocked full of surprises?" she said
with a sharp laugh.  "Makes a girls head swim, I tell you.  How long have
you harbored these weird thoughts?"

   "Oh about as long as we've been married," Mike said.  "I guess maybe,
now that I think about it, they actually started before we got married.  Do
you remember that football player.  What was his name?  Pete something. 
Linesman I seem to remember."

   "Yes, Pete was his name," she said.  "And yes I remember him.  Big,
black, and dumb as a rock.  What about him?"

   "One night after a party you were passed out on the bed and I show off
your body to Pete.  You weren't wearing a bra and I lifted your shirt and
show him your tits.  I lifted your skirt and showed him your pussy.  He
wanted to jump your bones, but I was afraid you would wake up so I showed
him the door.  Like I said you were passed out."

   "No I wasn't," she said calmly.  "I was asleep at first, but I woke up
when you were lifting my shirt." She laughed at the shocked expression on
her husbands face.  "I wanted to see where you were going with it."

   "Damn!" he said after a little while.  "All these years and you never
said a word about me showing your goodies to him.  Why?"

   "Didn't seem any reason to bring it up," she said.  "Time rolled along,
we graduated, got married, and it just never came up.  I wish you had
mentioned your off-the-wall fantasies to me before now."

   "Now that I'm a pimp, and a smut peddler seems like the perfect time to
me," Mike responded.  "Which brings me to another subject.  What the hell
are we going to do about this sorry mess?"

   "I don't see it as a sorry mess," Brandi said.  "I've been giving it
some thought.  We know the business and the business assets have a value.
We can sell if for whatever we can get right now, and let the pimp business
and dirty videos go to hell, or we can explore all the potential and see
that we get top dollar for all of it.  Quick few bucks or longer term
bigger bucks."

   "How long would this exploration take?  I have a business to run you
know.  A legitimate business I should add."

   "I figure three to six weeks," Brandi said.  "It all depends on how well
the offers to buy come our way.  Look, Mike I know you've put years of hard
work, blood, sweat and tears into that business, but you have a real
possibility to make some big bucks selling this place and the various
businesses.  You'll be able to buy all the dump trucks and tractors you
need.  You'll be able to expand your business.  That is what all this
means. Capital, honey.  That's always been your main problem.  You have
always been under capitalized."

   "I could get all the equipment I need just from selling this house and
the club building," Mike said.

   "That only partially true," she countered.  "Liquefying has to be done
right or you'll get most of your money eaten up with taxes.  This house and
property has to be worth at least two hundred fifty thousand.  Maybe more
because I'm not current on the local real estate market.  Assuming that you
sold it for top dollar, you would have to consider capital gains.  We would
have to reinvest within a certain time or get the crap beat out of us by
the IRS.  Same for the business assets.  We would..."

   "Wait, hold on," Mike said holding up both hands.  "I surrender.  You
know about business shit, and I don't know anything about it, but here's my
problem.  I can't take the time to stay here and find out what the freaking
thing is worth.  I have contracts and a five man crew waiting on me back
home.  I have an investment to protect.  You have a job, too, you know."

   "Yeah, well call my boss when you get home and tell him I quit," Brandi
said.  "It's a crap job anyway.  I'll stay here and get all the money I can
out of this place and the businesses.  You go home in a couple of days
and...why are you shaking your head?"

   "You think I can't see through this ploy?  You're just waiting on me to
get out of town so you and Big Tom can fuck like bunnies, and then can take
my money and run for the border.  You ain't foolin' me sister.  I'm wise to
you and your tricks."

   "I'll let you keep my wedding rings with you," Brandi offered.  "That
way you'll know I won't run off."

   "Okay, that's a plan, I guess," Mike agreed laughing.  "So you propose
to stay here, get the businesses ready to sell and sell them all off while
I go home and lay sod and plant trees."

   "Either that or I go home and lay sod and plant trees," she said.  "Two
things I don't know anything about while you stay here and do the business
thing."

   "Which I know very little about," he finished for her.  "Yeah, I see
your point.  You'll be okay here by yourself?"

   "Of course, Mike," Brandi assured him.  "You can fly down on the
weekends until we get rid of these sordid businesses.  Get Mister Law to
draw up a power of attorney so that I can conduct your business."

   "Okay," he said with a slight smile.  "If you're sure this isn't a trick
so that you can get some black cock." She cut her eyes at him.  "It would
be all right if that's what you wanted, you know."

   "Really?" she said surprised.  "Are you giving me your permission to
jump the fence if I choose?"

   "No man can stop a woman if that's what she wants to do anyway," Mike
said.  "I only ask for one stipulation.  You have to tell me all the juicy
details."

   Brandi looked at him a moment then laughed, "Okay, I agree to your
stipulation.  You do trust me to get us the best deal possible, don't you?"

   "Oh hell yes," Mike answered quickly.  "I have complete faith in you. 
I'll go see the lawyer this morning and get the POA.  I'll go back home
tomorrow.  I have several things I need to attend to." He paused and looked
at her.  "I don't remember but one time when we were separated for any
length of time."

   "Yes, when my mother passed away," Brandi said.  "You couldn't get away
for the trip.  Gosh, that was over ten years ago.  Maybe it will be good
for us to get away from each other few a few days." She looked around at
the magnificent house.  "I could get used to living like this though.  This
is what I call gracious living."

   "We'll find a bigger and nicer place when you get all this wrapped up.
You said we'll need to re-invest some of the income from the sale of this
place and the business.  I want a room like Jimmy had.  I'll call it the
fuck room.  What do you think?"

   She laughed, "I don't think so, chum.  While you're out you should draw
some more cash out of the personal account.  You can afford to fly first
class now." ***

   After Big Tom delivered the books, Brandi secluded herself and studied
them for most of the afternoon while Mike went to the bank and the lawyer's
office.  The met just before six by the swimming pool.  Mike found his wife
laying in the sun watching a young black man by the pool.

   "Who's that?" Mike asked.

   "Kareem something," she answered.  "Pool man.  Your brother was about as
dumb as you are about business.  He has Kareem on the payroll when it would
be much cheaper to hire a contract pool maintenance company.  Same for the
yard work."

   "I guess it don't make much sense does it," Mike said.  "You want a
beer?"

   "No, I want some more bloody Marys.  How about you?"

   No, I'll have beer." He started to get up but Brandi stopped him. 
"Watch this," she said pushing a button on a devise.  Maria quickly
appeared and took their order for drinks.  "That's how the rich do it,"
Brandi said.  "One reason Jimmy hired all these people was he had a lot of
income to dispose of.  Income he didn't want to show up in the profit
column.  I suppose you didn't know that Jimmy was paying off the cops."

   "God, no!  How would I know that?"

   "You wouldn't," she said.  Maria came back with the drinks and quietly
left.  "I called Tom and we discussed some of the record keeping.  The kind
that wasn't actually written down in a ledger.  Tom seemed to be candid
with his answers.  The only problem is, I don't know the right questions,
yet.  I got the impression that Tom would like to buy us out and take over
the operation, but he doesn't have the money to do so.  I suggested that he
might want to consider getting some investors."

   "You've been a busy little girl this afternoon, haven't you?"

   "Yes I have," she answered.  "Tonight we are going to the club to get a
first hand view of the operation."

   "Oh goody.  My wife is taking me to a strip joint.  How lucky can one
man be?" ***

   The Banger Club was situated on a corner lot.  It was a large two story
building with ample parking beside and behind.  The ground floor was the
club proper and both Brandi and Mike were a little surprised at how nice it
was.  There was a long modern bar along one wall with two stages in the
middle of the room.  A disk jockey was located at the end of the bar in a
raised booth.  The Hollis's made their appearance at seven-thirty and the
place was already packed.  Big Tom met them at the door and escorted them
passed the cashier who was collecting the cover charge and selling
memberships.

   "Not exactly what I expected," Brandi said loudly to be heard over the
loud music.  "I guess I expected a seedy dump of some kind."

   "Yeah, me too," Mike yelled.  "It even smells clean."

   "Jimmy was a bear when it came to keeping the place clean," Tom told
them.  "Come on upstairs.  We can watch without having to scream over the
music." He led them through the crowd to a flight of steps that led to a
soundproof room that overlooked the club.  Tom turned the speaker down.

   "Is this a typical crowd?" Brandi asked.  Tom studied the scene below
for a moment.

   "Yeah, about right for a week night.  The fire marshal allows us to have
a maximum of two hundred and ten occupants.  Sometimes on weekends we fudge
a little."

   "And every body pays the ten bucks just to get in?" Brandi asked.

   "Almost everybody," Tom said.  "We make some allowances for certain
people.  Cops get in free.  So do the dancers boyfriends or husbands. 
Sometimes we make a deal on groups and give them a discount.  The bar is
where we make the most of our money.  The girls make most of their money
doing table dances or private dances."

   "I know what a table dance is," Mike said.  "What's a private dance?"

   "We have some private rooms up here on this level.  The girls can take a
customer to the private rooms and dance or whatever for an agreed on price.
Out in public the girls can touch the customers, but the customers can't
touch the girls.  Once the door is closed they can do whatever they want
to."

   "Sex, you mean?" Brandi said.  Tom nodded.

   "Ever have trouble?" Mike asked.

   "Sometimes," Tom said.  "I have five bouncers on the floor all the time
and two up here.  We have a reputation of not putting up with any shit. 
Each of the private rooms has an alarm button.  If the girl get into
trouble she calls for help.  Trouble is expected because we have naked
women, lost of booze, and horny men.  That's a receipt for trouble
anywhere, but we know how to handle it."

   "I can't help but notice that there seems to be more black men than
white," Brandi said.  "What's the reason for that?"

   "Two things," Tom answered.  "One, we're close to a predominately black
area of town.  And two, we cater to those that want an interracial flavor.
I told you about the escort service.  White women for black men.  Jimmy saw
a market for it and we've exploited it as much as we can.  There are
eighteen strip clubs in town or in the area.  This is the only one that
specializes in the interracial aspect."

   "How many dancers are there?" Brandi asked.

   "It varies.  Fifty or so we use or can call on when we need them.  On
any given night we'll have fifteen or twenty girls dancing."

   "I'm going to assume that some of the dancers are also escorts," Brandi
said.

   "Most of them are, or want to be.  The escorts make a lot more money
then the dancers, so it something to work for.  Also we use a lot of older
white women for escorts.  Like I said, housewives, and college girls
wanting to make a few bucks, or just have an adventure."

   "Tell me more about the private dances.  What does the house get out of
the transaction?"

   "Nothing," Tom said.  "Whatever it is, the girls get to keep.  Fifty or
five hundred they keep it all.  That's why we have a waiting list for
dancers.  Remember we make our money at the door and the bar."

   "What do the dancers make?"

   "Again it varies," Tom said.  "It mostly depends on what they are
willing to do.  Most of them charge twenty for a hand job, fifty for a blow
job, and a hundred to two-fifty for straight sex.  Also it depends on what
they look like.  Some of the girls can demand more and get it, and some
have to take what they can get.  On an average night for an average girl,
they can make a grand."

   "Shit, that's good money in anybody's book," Mike said.  "A thousand
bucks a night!"

   "Yes, it's good money," Tom agreed.  "Most of them have a boyfriend for
lack of a better word.  The boyfriend gets the lions share of what they
make.  Some of the girls are dopers and they stuff most of what they make
up their nose or other places.  Some invest their earnings and retire a
rich woman." He pointed through the glass.  "See that red-head over there?
Her name is Sammi.  Sammi was a college student and she started dancing to
pay her way through school.  She's not addicted to dope, and she doesn't
have a boyfriend.  She's probably already banked half a million dollars and
one of these days she'll take off with her money and live a good life. 
She's only twenty-five." He laughed, "Sammi is the exception and not the
rule however.  Most spend their money as soon as they get it."

   Mike watched the dancers on the floor while Brandi picked Tom's brain.
Business discussions bored him but the gyrating naked women didn't.  After
a while he drifted out of the viewing room to look around.  Brandi's Q and
A was in full swing.  Mike made his way past the private rooms and down to
the main floor to the bar.  A pretty topless bartender took his order. 
When she delivered his drink she waited expectantly for payment.

   "I'm Mike Hollis," he said.  "I own this joint.  Run a tab, please."

   "I'm sorry sir we don't...own, did you say?"

   "Yeah, Jimmy Hollis was my brother."

   "Oh, I'm sorry about Jimmy," she said.  "He was a nice guy." She left
him and went to a phone.  He could imagine that she was talking to Tom,
making sure he was telling her the truth.  When the topless bartender hung
up she smiled at Mike and went to the other three bartenders to spread the
word.  The bartenders told the bouncers and the bouncers told the dancers.
Mike didn't know who the dancers told, but he was amused at how fast the
word spread.  Now that everybody seemed to have the word about who he was,
he moved freely throughout the building.  He had several offers of table
dances, which he took, and a few offers of a private dance which he
politely declined.  He was enjoying himself.  ***

   "So the cops are paid off how, when, and how much?" Brandi asked Tom. 
They were sitting at a table in front of the two way mirror overlooking the
dance floor.

   "There are only three we pay regularly," Tom explained.  Gordie Smyth
who's a precinct captain.  He comes around on or near the first of the
month.  There are two vice cops who also come around once a month.  The two
vice cops get five hundred each and the captain get a grand.  All three are
solid and we never have any trouble out of them.  Al Black is one of the
vice cops.  He's a sergeant and he usually wants some pussy a couple times
a month.  No big deal so we make sure he gets some.  The other vice cop is
married and keeps his dick in his pants."

   "I see," Brandi said a little surprised that Tom spoke so openly about
sexual favors.  Tom didn't seem the least bit intimated of her.  She had
told him about her and Mike's decision that she would remain in town for a
while.  He seemed at ease with the news.

   "Are you going to stay in Jimmy's house while you're here?" Tom asked
her.

   "Yes, for a while.  I'm going to put it on the market in a few days."

   "How much are you going to ask for it?" Tom asked.

   "I don't know yet," Brandi answered.  "I'll have to explore the market
first.  Why, do you know someone that might be interested?"

   "Yeah, me," Tom said.  "I might as well buy something nice since I won't
be able to buy the operation from you."

   "That brings up a question," Brandi said.  "You could have tried to
bamboozle us.  Not answer our questions truthfully and paint a dimmer
picture of the business.  We would probably never found out the truth until
it was too late."

   "Not my style," he said shaking his head.  "Jimmy Hillis was damned good
to me.  He hired me right after I got out of the joint and never even
questioned me about why I was in jail.  He paid me good money and let me do
things my way.  I owe my loyalty to the Hollis family."

   "What were you in prison for?"

   Tom grinned," I see that you don't have any problem asking me.  I did
three years for armed robbery after the plea bargain.  I was young and
stupid, but not so stupid that I carried a real gun.  It was a toy pistol."
He laughed.  "Hell, I didn't even get a full block away before I was
caught."

   "You sound as if you've had some formal education," Brandi said.

   "Yeah, I was in college when I got the bright idea to supplement my
income.  I finished while I was serving my time.  I like to read, too and
that helped."

   "Mike and I watched some X-rated movies last night.  Is that one of your
jobs being a porno actor?"

   Tom Laughed again, "No, now I do it for fun.  I don't have the time to
be an actor these days.  Did you like what you saw?"

   "Yes, as a matter of fact I did," she answered candidly.  "You seem to
be good at it." It seemed like a good idea to move on to safer ground. 
"Tell me about the escort business.  How does that work?"

   "Excuse me," Tom said jumping to his feet.  "There something I need to
take care of."

   Brandi looked in the direction he was looking.  She could see some kind
of altercation on the floor.  She watched as Tom made his way through the
crowed to where a large black man and a bouncer were having words.  Tom
appeared to be discussing something and the man threw a punch at Tom.  That
was a mistake because Tom decked the man and the bouncer dragged the man
away.

   She saw her husband at the fringe of the gathering crown of on-lookers.
She smiled as she watched Mike and the girl who was hanging on him.  She
laughed out loud when Mike waved at her even though he couldn't see her. 
"Yeah, I have my eye on you buddy," she said aloud.  It was now nearly
eleven o'clock and the place was more crowded.  She left the room and went
down the hall looking for a bathroom.  She opened a door and was surprised
to see a black man and a white woman on a cot.  The black man was fucking
the woman from behind.  The woman didn't see her, but the black man smiled
and motioned her to come on in.  She closed the door quickly and hurried
off to find the rest room.  'This was going to take some getting used to,'
she thought.  'A lot of getting used to.' ***

   Both Brandi and Mike where highly charged by the time they got home. 
They enjoyed a hot steamy fuck, and Mike left the following morning for his
trip home.

   "You'll let me know just as soon as you change your luck, won't you?"
Mike said as he got in the limo "Details woman, I want details."

   "You'll be the first person to know," she assured him.  "I'll call you
every night, honey."

   "I want details," Mike called out the window as the car pulled away. 
"Details, dammit."

   Brandi smiled as she watched the car disappear through the gate.  "I may
just surprise you," she said aloud.  ***

   CHAPTER TWO

   As typical for her, Brandi Hollis threw herself into learning the sex
trade.  After the first week she had a good working knowledge of the strip
club.  How the escort business ran was still a mystery for the most part.
She learned that the escort business was kept separate from the Banger
Club. She understood the reason for it.  The Banger Club had a liquor
license to protect.  Paying off the cops could only offer some protection.
The cops would turn a blind eye to a little casual fucking in the club, but
not out in out prostitution..

   The escort service was ran out of a small rented building several block
away from the Banger Club.  An automated answering service took care of
most of the communications.  On her first tour of the escort office she was
not overly surprised to see a bed in the back room.  She wasn't overly
shocked when Tom showed her the other room from which the bedroom could be
seen and a video camera recorded the events.

   "Just for our protection," Tom told her.  "Sometimes a woman thinks she
wants to get into the business and discovers it's not for her.  We want to
make sure there isn't a claim of rape later.  We learned that lesion the
hard way.  Jimmy had to pay through the nose to keep it out of court and
his ass out of jail."

   "Who does the interview?" Brandi asked.

   "Jimmy used to do it sometimes, and sometimes it's me.  I have a couple
other guys that help out form time to time, also."

   Two days after the tour Tom came into her small office she had created
in the club.  "There's an interview this afternoon," he told her.  "Do you
want to set in on it?"

   "Yes, I think I'd better get some first hand experience, don't you? 
What time?"

   "Four o'clock," tom answered.  "her name is Maggie Thomas.  That's
probably not her real name, but we don't care if it is or not.  I did the
preliminary interview a couple days ago.  Now we'll get down and dirty. 
You sure you want to come?"

   "Yes, I'm sure," she answered.  She was sure, but she didn't know why
she was sure.  She knew she didn't need to know how the interview was
conducted, but she knew she wanted to know.  "Are you going to interview
her?"

   "Yes the fist part," Tom said.  "Amos will conduct the final part."

   "Amos?  Our skinny little driver, Amos?"

   "Oh yeah," Tom laughed.  "The man would have been a giant if he hadn't
tuned out to be all dick.  He's fun to watch.  It's one of his perks.  I'll
come get you when it's time." ***

   "So Maggie," Tom said.  "Are you ready to start?"

   "Ready, willing, and able," the woman said.  Brandi watched through the
mirror that separated the rooms.  Maggie Thomas was about Brandi's age. 
Maybe a couple years older.  An attractive, mature woman with a nice
figure. Brandi remembered what Tom had told her.  He said that age and
facial features were not as important as the figure.  He told her that a
man could close his eyes on homely, but not on fat.

   "So Maggie," Tom said with a big smile.  "You have returned.  I'm glad
because I think you'll make us and you a lot of money.  Tell me again why
you picked us?"

   "I've always thought and fantasized about having sex with black men.  I
was married for fourteen year to a real asshole, but now I'm free to do
what I want to do.  This seemed to be a safe way to do it."

   "Okay, that's fine.  I want to make sure you understand what's expected
of you," Tom said.  "I know we have gone over this once, but now we are
being taped.  This is for the record.  There was a micro tape recorder on
the table between Tom and Maggie.  Brandi thought that was a good ploy. 
Maggie would not know that she was being video taped also.

   "I want you to study this card," Tom said handing her a card.  "You can
see that there are some blanks.  You'll fill in the blanks as you get to
them.  Do you need some time to study it more?" The woman looked at the
card and shook her hear.  Tom punched the record button on the recorder. 
"Read the card, please."

   "My name is Maggie Thomas," the woman said.  "I am thirty-six years old
and I'm entering this agreement of my own free will without any compulsion
or duress.  It is my desire to be engaged in the escort business and to
have sex with black or Asian men.  I have no reservations about entering
this agreement.  I agree on an equal split of the income I generate as a
result of my service.  I agree to hold the escort service harmless for any
litigation that may arise." Maggie said the days date and time, and Tom
stopped the tape recorder.

   "Great, Maggie," Tom said.  "Now comes the fun part.  Do you know what
that is?"

   "I hope this is where you fuck me," the woman said.

   "As tempted as I am, it's not my turn, but I think you'll like Amos."
Apparently Amos was waiting in the outer office.  The door opened and the
young black man strolled in like the cock of the walk.  "Amos this is
Maggie," Tom said.  "She's ready to be fucked, aren't you Maggie?"

   The woman gave Amos a look and there was disappointment written all over
her face at his size.  That look quickly changed when the young man dropped
his pants and a eight inch cock appeared.  It was very thick also.

   Tom told Maggie to strip and while she did so, Tom left the room and
entered the room where Brandi watched..

   "She's a fox," Tom commented at Maggie finished removing her clothes. 
"I like a mature woman." Brandi didn't comment, she continued to watch
Maggie as she watched Amos.

   "You a fine lookin' woman," Amos said slowly stroking his stiffing cock.

   "Thank you," Maggie replied.  She licked her lips as she watched him
stroke himself.  "You ain't so bad either.

   "You like this cock?" Amos asked.

   "So far," Maggie answered.

   "Why don't you give me some head?" Maggie approached the waiting man. 
She kissed him on the lips in a slow lingering kiss and then kissed her way
down his bony chest, his flat stomach to his protruding cock.  She knelt
and begun to suck him in earnest.

   "God damn woman," Amos said after she had sucked him for a few minutes.
"You are sure a world class cocksucker."

   Maggie let his hard cock pop out of her mouth and looked up at Amos with
a smile.  "I love sucking cock," she said.  "I can actually get myself off
giving head."

   "That woman is going to make a pile of money," Tom said softly from just
behind Brandi.  "She's the kind of woman who loves her work.  Do you like
to suck cock, Brandi?" Brandi didn't take her eyes off the couple in the
next room, but she nodded.  She did like to suck Mike.  She loved the feel
of power it gave her.  She had never actually orgasm while sucking him, but
she would have if he could have lasted a few more minutes.  Maggie was
pulling Amos toward the bed, using the mans impressive dick as a handle.

   "Watch this," Tom whispered.  "Amos loves to eat white pussy.  He's
going to eat her up.  Do you like to have your pussy eaten, Brandi?" Again
she nodded without answering verbally.  Tom was right, she saw.  Amos had
his head buried in the woman's crotch and she could hear the sounds of him
eating the woman.  She could also hear Maggie whimpering.  Oral sex was
something that Mike didn't particularly care for.  He liked it when she
went down on him, but he did eat her unless she asked.  He never
volunteered.

   The black and white couple on the bed were heating up.  Amos was up on
his knees between her legs and he was teasing her with the head of his
ebony rod.  Brandi could feel Tom's hot breath on her neck.  He was very
close, but not touching.  She knew that he would touch her soon.  Her
attention never wavered from the sight of the two people on the bed.

   "Come on stud," Maggie pleaded, "Let me have it, boy.  Fuck me, dammit!
Put it in me you son of a bitch!"

   Brandi watched, her mouth slightly open as Amos put his cock in Maggie's
pussy.  An inch, then two.  He withdrew and started again.  Maggie's heels
hit his thighs and his butt in frustration.  One inch, then two then three
and withdraw.  Brandi felt Maggie's frustration.  Amos seemed to be in no
hurry as he tormented the white woman.  Amos added an inch of depth each
time he re-inserted his love wand.

   "He going to start fucking her in a few moments, Brandi," Tom whispered
so close she could feel just the tiniest touch of his lips on her ear.  She
shivered in passion.  She was anticipating the touch, but when it came it
was like an electrical shock.  One pf his hands went under her shirt and
encased her bra covered breast That hand was followed by his other hand. 
"He's about read to put all of his cock in her," Tom said nibbling her ear.
"Do you want to see that?"

   "Yes!" she said.  It was more of a hiss than a word.  It was almost as
if Amos was on Tom's wavelength, because suddenly Amos rammed the full
length of his manhood deep into Maggie's pussy.  Maggie squealed loudly and
kept squealing as Amos stroked in and out of her.

   Brandi moaned her objection when Tom's hand released her breast.  She
felt him unzip her slacks and work them down.  Did she want this to happen?
Did she want to experience another man?  A black man?  How was this going
to effect her and Mike?  The questions popped into her mind.  She was still
wrestling with them when she stepped out of her slacks and kicked them
away. It was almost as if her body was acting independent of her mind. 
When Tom pulled her panties down she helped him get them off.  The
questions still flowed into her brain, but no answers arrived there.

   "Oh God damn you black fucker!" Maggie yelled from the other room
Brandi's eyes watched as Amos continued to plow into the woman.  She could
feel Tom releasing her breasts from the bra and she felt his fingers at
first caressing her nipples then pinching them.  Hard, but not too hard. 
She could feel him fumbling with his clothes.  The point of no return was
fast approaching, and she still was besieged with questions and no answers.

   "Look at Amos fuck that bitch," Tom whispered in her ear.  One of his
hands was on her nipple and the other caressed it's way across the small of
her back and down over her smooth butt until his fingers found her secret
place She still had no answers.  His fingers opened the fold of her pussy
and found her clitoris.  Brandi knew she was soaking wet.  Tom toyed with
her clit for a moment and she felt one large finger probe inside her.  Then
two fingers.  She adjusted her stance to accommodate his searching fingers.

   Brandi's mouth moved as if she was trying to speak, but no words were
uttered.  Now she was holding onto the casement around the two way mirror
for balance as Tom worked his fingers in her pussy.  She could hear Amos
softly grunting and Maggie screaming in passion.  There was another sound
and it took a moment for Brandi to identify it.  It was her own ragged
breathing.  She could feel her heart beating wildly, and there was an
answer in her mind.  Amos had rearranged Maggie onto her knees and she hung
onto the headboard as he crammed his hard cock into her.

   "He's fucking her like a bitch in heat," Tom said softly.  He had
removed his fingers from her pussy.  "Just like I'm going to do to you. 
You want my cock in your cunt?  You want me to fuck you like Amos is
fucking Maggie?" Brandi bent lower and pushed her butt back toward him. 
Tom put the tip of his rod to her pussy and slowly pushed it in.  Now she
had her answer.  She, Brandi Hollis, housewife, was going to be fucked by a
black man.  Was being fucked.  She gasped when he continued to push his
manhood into her.  It was longer and thicker than any she had ever
experienced.  And he was still shoving cock into her.

   "Oh God!" she said in a moan.  "Oh my God!  It's huge." Tom looked down
and saw that there was still one third of his cock outside.  He grinned,
Brandi Hollis, his boss had a real surprise waiting for her.  He pushed
forward putting more of his ebony cock in her white and pink pussy.  Brandi
was now a gibbering mass.  Even before he had all of him in her he started
stroking back and forth.  ***

   "Hi Honey," Mike said into the phone.  "How is everything going down
there?"

   "It's fine," she said.  "Are you all right?"

   "Yeah, peachy keen.  You sound funny.  What's wrong?"

   "I did something," she said in a choked voice.  "I don't know exactly
how it happened, but it did."

   "What happened?" he said nervously.

   "Tom and I did it," she said in a gush of words.  "We made love...No, it
wasn't making love it was...I don't know what."

   "I see," Mike said more calmly than before.  "Are you okay?  You're not
hurt?"

   "No, no, I'm okay.  He didn't rape me Mike."

   "Tell me about it, Brandi," he said.  "Tell me exactly what happened."

   She told him about the interview and how she watched the woman being
screwed by Amos.  "He was behind me.  He touched me and I caved.  I let him
have his way with me," she was crying hard now.  "I feel so damned rotten
about all of it Mike."

   "So while you watched a white whore getting fucked, you fucked black
man. Is that what happened?"

   "Yes," she moaned.  "Can you ever forgive me, Mike?"

   "Nothing to forgive," the answered calmly.  "I told you to do whatever
you felt like, didn't I?  So you got fucked.  Big deal.  Pussy is a
renewable resource, Brandi.  He didn't wear it out.  The only question I
want an answer to, is did you enjoy it?"

   "I thought you were just blowing smoke," she sniffed.  "I thought it was
all just a part of your fantasy thing."

   "No, I was serious, Brandi.  Answer the question, please."

   "Yes, I enjoyed every second of it.  That was one reason I felt so bad."

   "Good, you should enjoy being fucked.  When did this happen?"

   "Yesterday afternoon."

   "Tell me about last night."

   "Last night?  What do you mean?"

   "There is no way on God's earth that he would not come back for more of
your great pussy.  He fucked you last night didn't he?"

   Yes," she answered softly after a long silence.  "Yes, he came here and
we did it some more."

   "Good, now that we're on the same page, give me all the details.  I have
a boner you wouldn't believe."

   "This is exciting you?"

   "You bet.  Details and leave nothing out."

   "I can't begin to describe how erotic it was to see Maggie, that was the
escort applicant, and skinny little Amos.  You wouldn't believe how big his
thing really is.  Anyway, I was watching through the two way mirror.  Tom
came in to watch with me.  Next thing I knew I was naked and Tom was...you
know, screwing me from behind.  He filled me up, Mike.  It was
unbelievable. He just kept going and I kept coming.  I don't know how many
times I came.  After a while, I don't know how long, Maggie and Amos got
through, dressed and left.  Tom took me into the room with the bed and he
did me there...several times.  "

   "And..."

   "I managed to get my clothes on and Tom drove me back to the club.  I
got my car and came home.  I showered and cleaned up.  I sat in the hot tub
for a while.  I was still in the tub when Tom showed up.  I opened my eyes
and there he was, naked and climbing in the tub with me.  I don't think
either of us said a word.  Next thing I knew he was sitting on the edge of
the tub and I was trying to get as much of his dick in my mouth as I could.
Big Tom is well named, I can tell you that.  I was sucking him when Maria
came out and left us some drinks.  I liked to have died with embarrassment,
but she didn't bat an eye.  I would have jumped up, but Tom was holding my
head on his dick.  After Maria left Tom got me up and turned me around and
set me down on his dick.  I could see Maria watching from inside the door
to the den.  I was embarrassed and yet terribly turned on at the same time.
The idea of someone watching us was a big turn-on.  Tom was bouncing me on
his big thing, and holding on to my boobs while he did.  I came hard in
just a few minutes and I swear I had an orgasm every two or three minutes
for the next hour."

   "You were in the hot tub all that time?"

   "Oh, no.  We got out of the tub and went to the den and got on the
couch. After that we went to the bedroom and used the bed.  Tom fucked me
all night, Mike.  I mean all night, too.  He would eject and keep going. 
He came a dozen times during the night and he was still a little hard when
he left sometime around two o'clock."

   "Is your pussy sore?" Mike asked, his voice raspy.

   "No, surprisingly not at all.  I tingle some, but I'm not the least bit
sore.  Are you sure you're all right with this?  This is a very weird
conversation, you know?"

   "I took the phone to the bedroom.  I'm laying here on the bed with a
diamond cutter hard-on.  What do you think?"

   "It sounds like you're okay," she said with a throaty chuckle.  "I
debated all day whether to tell you or not.  I guess it all came down to, I
couldn't not tell you."

   "Brandi, all I need to know is that you love me.  What I want to know is
everything else that's going on in your life right now.  How do you feel
about what's happened?"

   "Good...bad...ashamed...excited.  How I feel depends on the time of day.
I've vacillated so many times it's pitiful.  I suppose most of the day I
worried how you would react.  So there won't be any question, I do love
you. Before I forget to ask, are you coming down this weekend?"

   "No, I can't.  I have a new client and we're starting on their place on
Saturday.  I'll be there the following week-end for sure.  Somehow, I don't
think you're going to be lonely."

   "Are you saying what I think you are saying?  You want me to have
sex...to get fucked by Tom?"

   "I'm say that you should have fun.  If something comes along and you
want to do it, do it.  You don't have to ask my permission before you do
it. Just tell me what you have done afterwards." He paused, "Is Tom coming
over tonight?"

   "Yes, I think so.  I was at the club most of the day and he told me that
he would see...no, that's not what he said.  I remember now that he said
'we'll see you later'.  I don't know what he means."

   "I do," Mike laughed.  "It sounds to me like you are going to have more
than one black cock to deal with.  While you are showering and getting
ready, think about that one video we saw where the girl got two cocks in
her.  When you are putting perfume on your pussy be thinking about a hard
cock in your ass and one in your cunt at the same time.  Be sure and call
me tomorrow.  I want to hear all about it."

   After a few more minutes of small talk they hung up.  Brandi glanced at
the clock and went to the shower.  It was time to get ready.  Ready for
what, she wasn't exactly sure.  One thing she thought about was to get back
in charge of the situation.  After all Tom was an employee and she, an
owner.  Brandi resolved to make that abundantly clear to Big Tom.  ***

   The next day was Friday and Brandi didn't get to the Banger Club until
after noon.  When she got to the office she had commandeered she slumped
down in the chair with a sigh.  Except for the clean-up people and one of
the bartenders doing some stocking the club was empty.

   'Well,' she thought 'I guess I showed Tom who was boss.' Then she
laughed out loud.  Yeah right!  No question about who was the boss now. 
She leaned her head lack and thought about the previous night.

   Tom arrived just shortly before seven o'clock.  He was nice and pleasant
as always, and he and Brandi took their drinks out to the patio.  She was
wearing a light robe over a fire engine red bikini.

   "Maggie is working out great," he said.  "She's on a date as we speak."

   "Good," Brandi said for lack of anything else to say.

   "Amos said she was as good as any white woman he's fucked," Tom
continued.  "And that's saying something."

   "I wonder what he uses as guidelines.  What would be his standards?"

   "Enthusiasm is top on his list," Tom said.  "They got to get into the
game for Amos to take much notice.  Maggie likes to fuck and it shows. 
She's going to do real good, I think.  That is if she don't fall in love
with some dude's cock and leave."

   "Does that happen a lot?"

   "Now and again.  Occasionally some out of town pimp will steal our
girls. Sometimes they just quit.  Just all part of the game." When Brandi
didn't respond he said, "You are a great fuck yourself.  You could make a
lot of money working the escort business.  You got the zest for it." She
wasn't too sure it was a compliment but she thanked him as if it was.  He
probably meant it as such.  "So far I haven't found anything you didn't
like.  You are a top flight cocksucker, you can take it up the ass like a
pro and your cunt is tight." She glanced at him but still didn't comment.
"Going to be interesting to see how you handle two cocks."

   "Look Tom," she began.  "I think..."

   "I'm looking forward to seeing you with a fat cock up your snatch and
another in your tight little asshole.  After you get used to fucking two
guys, I'll introduce you to a gang-bang.  What do you think about being
constantly fucked for a couple of hours?"

   "Yes, sounds intriguing, but..."

   "One big black cock after another for as long as you can take it.  No
rest breaks, no down time.  Just fucking and sucking." The door bell
sounded.  "That will be Tadpole."

   "Who or what is Tadpole?"

   "Tad is one of my friends.  I was telling him about you and he's here to
eat your pussy."

   "Really?  I've had my pussy eaten.  You ate me, Tom.  What's so special
about this guy?"

   "Tadpole is a muff-diver extraordinary.  I like to eat pussy, but the
Tadpole lives to eat pussy.  You are in for a real treat because he dearly
loves white pussy.  Hey, Tad, come on out here and meet Brandi," he called.

   Brandi looked up as a man came through the door onto the patio.  He was
a tall man, coal black, and without a doubt the ugliest man she had even
seen.  His face was a mess of scaring, and he had a black patch over one
eye.  His head was covered with braids.  The Tadpole walked passed Tom and
came to stand beside the chair where Brandi was sitting.

   "Son of a bitch," the man said with a huge grin.  "Tom didn't exaggerate
one fucking bit.  You are drop-dead gorgeous." He spoke oddly.  Not an
accent, but something else.  More like a speach impediment.  He looked at
Tom.  "I'm ready to dive into her honey-pot, man.  If she tastes as good as
she looks, I'm going to be in heaven." He turned back to Brandi and held
out his hand.  She took it and he helped her to her feet.  Without comment
he slipped the robe off and gave her an appraising look.  Brandi wasn't
sure of what to do or say.  She was even more confused when the Man called
Tadpole took her top off and appraised her breasts.  "Humm, those tits look
good." He lifted one breast and put his lips on the nipple and bit gently
causing a shutter to run through her.  He toyed with the other nipple for a
moment and untied the strings on her bottoms.  When it fell away Tadpole
ran his finger through her moistened slit.  "Man I do love a shaved cunt. I
hate it when hair gets in my teeth." Brandi had not uttered a single word,
just a soft moan as he found her clit.

   "Bring her on inside," Tom voice cut through the fog of lust that was
forming in her brain.

   Still wordlessly, Brandi allowed Tadpole to lead her through the den and
up the stairs to the bedroom.  He had his arm around her and one hand
cupping her breast.  She was going to get on top of the situation with Big
Tom, but it could wait a little while, she reasoned.  No reason to get into
a hurry about it.  Brandi was aware that the maid, Maria, watched as the
two black men led her to the bedroom.  She frankly didn't care if Maria
watched or not.  She had to find out what Tom had planed for the ugly man
and her.  In spite if her best intentions she couldn't keep from glancing
at the disfigured man's face.

   When the trio reached the bedroom, Tom took Brandi from the man called
Tadpole.  He gave her a long, deep, searching kiss while stroking her body.
Even though she couldn't see the other man she knew he was taking off his
clothes.

   Tom maneuvered her to the bed and lay her down on it.  He got up on the
bed by her head and lifted her legs and spread them for the approaching
Tadpole.  Tadpole knelt and put his lips on her exposed pussy, licked the
length of it and raised his head, grinning broadly.

   "Pussy eatin' time," he said and ducked his head to suck in her clit. 
The suction was brutal and she squirmed and raised her hips to ease the
effect of the suction.  He kept the hard suction until her clit was
throbbing from the blood that engorged it.

   Thinking about it now Brandi thought of the term "painful pleasure". 
That fit exactly.  She recalled the feeling she had when Tadpole stuck his
tongue in her.  It went farther than any tongue had ever gone.  She
discovered later that his tongue had been surgically altered and wasn't
attached at the bottom like most tongues.  She didn't know it was it
intentional or not.  That peculiarity may have been in conjunction with the
scars on his face, and accounted for the peculiar way he talked..  As she
reflected on the previous night, she could feel herself getting wet.

   Tadpole ate her for over half an hour bringing her to several shattering
orgasms.  At some point, she couldn't remember when, Tom offered her his
cock to suck while the ugly Tad ate her.  It was hard to concentrate on
giving Tom good head because of what Tad was doing to her.  It was almost a
relief when Tad stopped sucking and licking her steamy pussy and put his
cock in her.  He was almost as good at fucking her as he was at eating her.
He just didn't last as long.  When Tad came, Tom leaped into action.  He
rammed his hard black cock into her without mercy and quickly brought her
to another screaming orgasm.  Between the two men they kept her in a
constant state of climax for a long, long time.  Tadpole and Tom left about
midnight, but not before both of them came on her face.  She had never had
a facial like that before.

   Sitting at her desk in the quiet almost deserted club she pondered the
events of the past few days.  A small part of her wanted to keep it a
secret from Mike, but the larger part knew she would tell him.  There were
two basic reasons for that.  One, her basic honesty and two, he deserved to
know, and apparently wanted to know the details.  Brandi knew there was a
third reason.  She got a bizarre thrill in the telling.

   "Hey, doll," Tom said sticking his head into the tiny office. 
"Somebody's here to see you."

   "Who?"

   "Al Black," Tom said.  "He's one of the vice cops I told you about. 
Today is payday for those who service and protect us."

   "I don't want to meet a cop, Tom," she said, alarmed.  "Keep me out of
that side of the business."

   "Can't," the said.  "Al insists on meeting you.  He won't do business
without meeting the owner.  Isn't any way around it.  You want him to come
back here or do you want to go out front."

   "Back here," she answered.  "If I have to meet him I damned sure don't
want to do it in public or where we can be seen.  No, I have a better idea,
send him to the house this evening away from prying eyes."

   "Okay, I can arrange that.  You'll like Al, I think.  He's good people."

   "I doubt that I'm going to get very warm toward a cop on the take, but
I'll try to reserve judgment." She looked at her watch.  "Make it about six
for drinks."

   "Sure," Tom said.  "Also there is a guy that's been asking around about
maybe buying you out.  I told him to come here about two.  I figured it
wouldn't hurt to see what he's offering.  His name is Hyde.  I don't know
if that's a last name or first." ***

   "Hi, I'm Al Black," the cop said to Brandi.  She was surprised to find
that he didn't look at all like she expected.  Not that she had any idea
what a crooked vice cop was supposed to look like.  Al Black was black and
build much like a truck.  A real big truck.  Six feet five or six and very
heavy.  It didn't appear that much was fat.  He sat down with cat-like
grace across from her at the metal patio table.  Brandi could even try to
guess his age.  Thirty to forty was her best estimate.  "How's it going?"

   "Fine," Brandi answered.  How are you?"

   "Couldn't be much better," the man answered giving her an appraising
look.  "I know what you're thinking.  You are wondering how this good
looking man, a decorated hero of the city police department could be a cop
on the take.  How close am I?"

   "Pretty close," she admitted.

   "I don't look at it that way." He smiled, "Of course the district
attorney looks at it completely different.  What shall I call you?  Brandi
or do you prefer Mrs.  Hollis?"

   "Brandi is fine.  I'll call you...?"

   "Al will work.  I discovered early on that the government can't stamp
out the sex business.  It's a simple matter of supply and demand.  I won't
look the other way when someone breaks any other law.  You sell dope on my
turf and I'll bust your ass.  If a pimp gets out of control, I'll put his
ass in jail or otherwise adjust his thinking.  The law can, at best, try to
keep the sex trade a little cleaner that it would be.  Gambling, women, and
booze is impossible to eradicate.  The best we can do is put some control
on it.  I see prostitution as a victimless crime as a rule.  That don't
mean I condone white, or any color, slavery.  If everybody is a consenting
adult I look the other way."

   "Then why should we pay you anything?"

   "Because we not only allow you to keep doing what you're doing, we can
and have given you protection.  Say a pimp tries to muscle in on your
operation.  My partner and I have a chat with him and change his mind. 
When election time comes around and the mayor starts his clean up of vice,
you get the word to cool it until it's over.  Jimmy Hollis and I had a
great relationship over the years.  I assure you, Brandi, that we are worth
every penny you pay us, and then some."

   "Okay, I think I understand," Brandi said.  She paused and waited on
Maria to set the drink tray down and leave before she continued.  What was
that look that passed between Al Black and Maria?  "I hope you understand,
that I'm here on behalf of my husband and I'm just settling up the club to
sell it.  I don't anticipate being a strip club manager for very long."

   "I do understand," the cop said with a smile.  "I also understand that
we offer very little in the way of protection for the Banger Club.  Most of
our help comes to you for the escort business.  So let's be honest with
each other.  Until you sell out, you are a madam.  You run white whores for
black men.  If you don't want to run whores, then all you have to do is
quit.  Since you have been here for over two weeks and it's still up and
running, I assume you don't intend on quitting.  Come on Brandi, don't look
so indignant.  Let's call a spade a spade...  so to speak." He laughed at
his quip.  "Now I know you had a visitor this afternoon.  Hyde came with an
offer to buy you out.  Of course I don't know what he offered, but I'll bet
you a grand it was less than half what the business is worth.  You don't
want to do business with Hyde, Brandi."

   "Really?  Why is that, Al?  I thought he made an attractive offer."

   "Hyde is a mean sombitch," Black said shortly.  "He's bad news.  That's
one reason.  The other reason is he can't pay you even what he offered. 
Let me guess.  He offered you half in cash and the rest over a period of
time.  Hyde don't have that much cash and the little bit you get up front
is all you'll ever see.  Trust me on that.  If you're thinking legal
contract, forget it.  You can't have a legal contract on an illegal
business and most of it is against the law.  You can't do squat to collect
your money."

   "So you're saying that I should demand cash?"

   "Yes I am, but that's going to be difficult to do from anybody.  That's
a lot of cash, Brandi.  Of course the real property can be tied up with
warranty deeds and liens, but the rest is non-tangible assets.  I have a
proposal to offer you and I'll get to it right after I fuck you." It took a
moment for his words to register with her.

   "I beg your pardon?" she said sitting up straight in her chair.

   "Now there you go looking indignant again, Brandi," the cop said with a
laugh.  "I know you like to fuck and I have it on good authority that you
like black cock.  This will work out great for us.  Because I like white
pussy as much as you like black cock."

   It took a few moments for Brandi to regain her composure.  Who was this
big man to come on to her like that?  Finally she felt composed enough to
talk.

   "You seem very confidant, Mister Black," she emphasized the mister.

   "Yes, I am confident, Mrs.  Hollis," he emphasized the Mrs.  "For two
reasons.  One I offer you a hard black cock that's nearly nine inches long
and stays hard for a long time.  Two, I have a plan that will solve all
your business worries.  I will tell you that you won't get one without the
other."

   "Tell me then, why should I have any interest in either of your
propositions?"

   "Curiosity about my cock and an escape from the business," he answered
bluntly.  "We are going to fuck, Brandi," he continued when she didn't
respond.  "That's a fact, and I'll tell you something else, too.  We both
are going to like it."

   "How do you know so much about me?  I'm a married woman so why would you
assume that I'm attracted to black men?"

   "I have eyes and ears all over," he answered.  "I don't assume you are
attracted to black men, but I know you are attracted to black cock.  To
satisfy your curiosity I'll tell you that Big Tom and I go way back.  Amos
is my sister's oldest son and I've arrested Tadpole more times than I can
count.  Maria is an old friend and fuck buddy."

   "I see.  Your spies reported to you about me, is that it?" Brandi was
only mildly surprised to find that the conversation was stimulating her. 
She had begun to get wet.

   "Exactly," Al Black said.  "I know for a fact that you scream out 'fuck
me' when you're getting hosed.  I know that you can come easily when you
have a black cock in you.  I know that you got off when Tadpole was eating
your snatch.  I know you told Tom to ram his nigger dick in you hard. 
Something else I know, Brandi," he said seriously, "I know you are going to
love my cock in your pretty white cunt."

   Brandi took a deep breath.  She didn't know what to do.  She was loosing
control again and she was aware of it.  Part of her wanted to be incensed
that this big cop would come on to her like this.  The other part of her,
the larger part, like the idea of being dominated sexually.  To have no
recourse other than to comply.

   "I think I need to discuss this with my husband," she said.  It was a
bluff to gain some time to think.

   "Sure, get Mike on the phone.  I'll talk to him," Al said.  Then added,
"Again."

   "What do you mean?  You've talked with...how did you know his name is
Mike?"

   "Of course I talked with him.  He told me the same thing he told Tom."

   "And what did he tell Tom?"

   "To go for it.  Hell, Brandi, do you think for one minute that Tom would
have put the heat on you if it had not been all right with Mike.  Tom is a
gentleman, and he would have never come on to you without Mike's blessing.
Personally, I'm not that much of a gentleman.  Mike knows and understands
your need for black cock.  He left you here to get all the black cock you
wanted."

   "I don't believe you," Brandi said grabbing the phone.  Deep down inside
she did believe it, but she had a desperate need to talk with her husband.
"Hi Honey," she said when Mike picked up the phone.  "A situation has come
up and I need to talk with you about it.  Are you alone?"

   "Yeah, I'm alone in the office.  What's up?"

   "I'm here with a cop.  Al Black is his name.  Have you talked with him?"

   There was a long pause, "Yes I did," Mike said.  "Early this afternoon.
He had a proposition and I told him to talk with you about it.  Why?"

   "He's proposing that I have sex with him," Brandi said.  "Did you tell
him it was okay?"

   "As a matter of fact I told him that you were over the age of consent.
If you agreed to his proposition, any of them, I was on board."

   "Did you tell Tom it was all right to put the make on me?" Brandi was
aware that she should have been pissed off, but she wasn't all that
aggravated about it.

   "Sure," Mike said.  "I told him the same thing I told Al.  If you wanted
to do it, you would.  Let me ask you this...Are you having fun down there?"

   "Yes," she answered slowly.  "I am."

   "There you go," Mike said with a chuckle.  "I'm enjoying you having fun
and telling me about it.  I can't wait to get down there and actually see
you getting fucked by some black studs.  According to the calendar, you'll
be out of service next week won't you?" She agreed that it was that time of
the month.  "Okay, live it up while you can and I'll see you weekend after
next.  Listen to what Al has to offer.  It made sense to me, but I defer to
your superior business knowledge.  I have to go check on my crew.  Go with
the flow, Baby, and be sure to tell me all about it later."

   "Well I'll be damned," she said softly hanging up the phone.  She
glanced over at Al who was watching her closely.  She admitted to herself
that she was attracted to the big cop.  "Nine inches, huh?"

   "Pretty damned close.  How about you stand up and show me your pretty
white titties.  I do love white tits, Brandi." She stood up, looked at him
a moment then lifted her shirt over her head.  Her big breasts bounced when
she set them free.  "That's mighty nice," Al Black said.  "Now girl, show
me some pussy." She slid her shorts down and bent down and picked them up,
and lay them on the table.  She was now completely naked under the scrutiny
of the big cop.  She shivered in anticipation.  "You're a fine looking
piece of ass, Brandi Hollis.  Damned fine looking." He stood and walked
over to where she stood on trembling legs.  "Here's the game plan," Al said
lifting her up so that her face was level with his.  He kissed her and she
returned the deep, exploring kiss.  "I'm going to fuck you.  Just me and
you for an hour or so.  Tom and Amos will be coming 'round after that and
we all three are going to be fucking you.  We're going to fuck your mouth,
your pussy and your ass.  So ol' Mike won't be left out completely, Maria
is going to make a video of everything that's going to happen to you. 
Aren't you Maria," he said raising his voice.  The Hispanic maid came out
onto the patio carrying a camcorder.  Maria was as naked as Brandi.

   "Yes sir," the maid said.  "Every little detail of her getting fucked."

   "You can start by getting some footage of her sucking my cock," Al said
setting Brandi down on her feet and pushing her on down to her knees. 
Brandi got his belt unfastened and managed to get his zipper down with
trembling fingers.  She pulled his shorts down with his pants and leaned
back when his cock sprung loose.

   "My, oh my, is that real?" she mumbled taking the hard cock in her hand.
Tom was longer, but nowhere as thick as Al.  His cock was bigger around
than a beer can.  Al let her lick and suck his massive rod for a few
minutes before taking her up the stairs to the bed.  Maria trailed along
with the video camera.

   In the bedroom, Al Black removed his clothing.  Brandi had to admire his
build.  His stomach was flat and she could see muscles rippling over his
body.  One muscle in particular commanded her attention.  The mans big cock
stood at attention.  Hard, black and pulsating.  She reached for it whit
shaking hands.  ***

   "Hi Brandi," Mike's voice said.  "Did I wake you?"

   "No I just got out of the shower.  It's late, is everything all right?"

   "Yeah, everything is fine here.  I hadn't heard from you since this
afternoon.  Are you okay?"

   "I'm just worn out, Mike.  You wouldn't believe tonight."

   "I gather Al Black stayed for a while?"

   "Yes he did.  From shortly after we hung up until just a little while
ago.  Tom and Amos showed up a couple of hours ago."

   "Ah, so you've been entertaining three men tonight.  Tell me about it."

   "Yes, of course I will," Brandi said.  "But I won't have to go into much
detail.  Maria videoed everything."

   "Our maid videoed the fucking?  That's great.  Send me the tape
tomorrow."

   "There are three or four tapes," Brandi said.

   "Tell me," he demanded.

   Brandi was surprised at how much detail she actually remembered.  She
started at the beginning.

   "Al Black was first, as I said.  He's a forceful man.  You know, the no
nonsense type.  I gave him some head on the patio and then he took me to
bed.  First he went down on me and it was good.  Not as good as that lizard
tongued Tadpole, but still good.  After that he lay down on his back and
had me mount him.  It took a little while to get his big dick in me but I
managed and boy what a ride!  He took me that way for a while, then he got
on me.  Mike, it was incredible.  He came and just kept on going.  He got
me on my knees and did me doggy fashion for a long time.  I know I had a
dozen orgasms.  Maybe more, I lost count after a while.  When he got tired
I sucked him back to full erection and we'd go again."

   "Did he fuck your ass?"

   "Oh hell no," Brandi said with a short laugh.  "He was way to big for
that.  At least right them.  When Amos and Tom showed up, Amos butt fucked
me and then Tom did.  By that time I was stretched enough for Al to get his
big dick in my poor butt.  They all three were in me a couple of times.  It
was wilder than anything I have ever dreamed of."

   "And Maria got it all on tape?"

   "I guess so," Brandi said with a big yawn.  "I haven't seen the tapes. I
think one of the others used the video camera when Maria was busy.  Each of
the men fucked her at least once."

   "Damn!  I wish I could have seen it in person.  Did you discuss business
anytime during the orgy?"

   "A little," she admitted.  "Before Tom and Amos arrived, Al sent me to
the shower to freshen up.  He got in the shower with me and we talked
some."

   "What did you think?"

   "I think it's a good idea," Brandi said.  "We're going to meet
tomorrow...well later today and discuss the details.  I agreed in principle
to the plan."

   "Yeah, I sorta thought it would appeal to you," Mike said with a
chuckle. "Al figured that the up-front money wouldn't be a problem.  Did Al
give you names?"

   "No, but he said he would lay it all out at our meeting.  Speaking of
that, if I'm going to be alert I'd better get to sleep.  Good night, Mike.
I love you."

   "I love you too, Brandi.  I'm glad you're haveing a ball...er, several
balls." ***

   It actually took several days for the final meeting to take place. 
Brandi looked at the men sitting around the conference table.  They were
meeting in Mister Law's office which surprised her.  The lawyer took charge
of the meeting.

   "This is a straight business deal," the old lawyer said.  "A consortium
of individuals are prepared to buy half of the business known as the Banger
Club for the agreed upon price of one million dollars.  That includes all
of the real property and the assets of the late Jim Hollis.  Since we are
all men of the world...and lady of the world, we know that we are speaking
of the club, an escort service and certain other endeavors.  Also we all
know that there are aspects of the business that is not looked on by the
law in a favorable light, and that the business must remain circumspect."

   Brandi stifled a smile at the attorney's mealy-mouth way of describing a
strip club, porno business, and prostitution.  She looked at the men.  Al
Black, Tom Striker, The banker, John Greene, the lawyer, and another man
who had been introduced as Charles Morlock.  Morlock was an older black man
wearing a very expensive suit.

   For one million dollars in cash the five men would jointly own one half
of the businesses.  The banker, using his skills, set up an account where
the profits from Mike and Brandi's half would go.  The proceeds would be
transferred though several accounts before finally getting into their
sanitized bank account.  All local, state, and federal taxes would be paid
just like any legitimate business.  The half retained my Mike and Brandi
Hollis would eventually be reduced to an equal share over the next five
years.

   The business meeting continued for another hour until all the I's were
dotted and all the T's crossed to everyone's satisfaction.  Big Tom would
continue as the general manager and he would move into Jimmy's big house.
Mike and Brandi would have full use of the house and facilities when they
were in town.  Brandi would act as business manager for the newly formed
company.  She had insisted on some function that would necessitate her
being in attendance at least a couple of weeks a month.  She knew there
were two reasons for that.  While she had no reason to distrust any of the
new owners, she wanted to keep them honest, The other reason was she didn't
want to get too far away from all the wonderful black cock that was
available.  After the meeting broke up Charles Morlock came to her.

   "I have heard many nice things about you Brandi," he said offering her
his hand.  "I'm looking forward to getting to know you a lot better."

   "Thank you," Brandi said still holding on to the old man's hand.  "What
nice things have you heard about me?"

   "I've heard that you know how to treat a man," he answered with a smile.
"I understand you enjoy the company of gentlemen of color."

   "You have been correctly informed," Brandi said with a big smile.  "I'm
on the way to the airport to pick up my husband.  Why don't you join us
after while at the house.  I'll be happy to demonstrate how well I can
please a man.  Shall we say about five o'clock this afternoon?" ***

   "Did you have a good flight?" Brandi Hollis asked her husband, Mike.

   "Not too bad.  The airport security is a pain in the ass, but otherwise
it was okay.  How about you?  Still haveing a ball...or two?"

   "Yes I am," she answered.  "Got all the papers signed this morning and
so now we have five new partners."

   "Five?  I thought it was four?  Who's the fifth?"

   "A man by the name of Charles Morlock.  He's older and I suspect he's
the money man."

   "Are we in the chips?"

   "We are in the chips," Brandi answered.  "Adding the cash from the sale
to what we had in the accounts, we're up a million six and change.  We're
bloomin' millionaires, my friend.  Stinkin' rich, and more money coming
every day.  Want to go on a world tour?"

   "No, not really," Mike said.  "I've seen about all the world I care to.
What I really want to see is my pretty little wife fucking a couple of big
black dudes.  I loved the tapes by the way.  Kept me hard for days and
days." He could see Amos grinning in the rearview mirror.  He smiled back
at their driver.

   "I invited our new partners over for drinks about five," Brandi said. 
"Charles Morlock seemed especially interested in getting to know us...me,
anyway."

   "I'll bet he is," Mike said.  "You know I never dreamed there was so
much money in interracial sex.  Wonder why?"

   "Al said it was a dominance thing for black men to have sex with white
women," Brandi said.  "Kinda like balancing the scales for all the years of
suppression.  Getting in 'the man's' face so to speak.  I'm not sure I
subscribe to his theory."

   "Makes some sense," Her husband said.  "I wonder if there is a market
for black studs and white women?"

   "I've given that some thought," Brandi said.  "I'm sure there is.  I
think we need to explore it some."

   "Ah, that wouldn't work.  You would eat up all the profit," he ducked as
she playfully punched his arm.  ***

   "Mister Morlock this is my husband, Mike," Brandi said.

   "Let's forget that mister shit," Morlock said taking Mikes hand.  "Glad
to meet you Mike.  I've heard a lot of good things about you.  More about
Brandi.  Nice place you got here."

   "Actually it a nice place we have here," Brandi said handing him a
champagne glass.  "This is company property now.  Come on I'll show you
around." She took his arm and started toward the stairs.  "Mike would you
see to our other guests?" She winked at him and Mike smiled.  He was
certain that Charles Morlock was going to see more than the house.  He went
to join Tom and Al on the patio.

   "This house used to belong to some washed up rock star," Brandi said to
Morlock.  I think that Tom is going to move in next week."

   "It's very impressive," Morlock said.  "So I understand you came into
the trade through the backdoor so to speak.  Your brother-in-law died."

   "Yes, Mike's only brother.  Jimmy Hollis started the club and the other
endeavors."

   "It's a bit unusual for a woman such as you to be in this particular
business.  White women for black men, I mean.  I hear some of the men are
calling you the Black Widow."

   "I've heard that also.  I'm not black and I'm not a widow, so it doesn't
really fit, does it?" Brandi said laughing.  She took him into the room
that Mike called the fuck room.  The one with all the photographs and
statues.  "I never imagined myself in this kind of business.  I'll say one
thing for it.  It certainly isn't boring."

   "I wouldn't think so," Morlock agreed.  "I am curious about something. I
was told that you can take a nine inch cock in your ass.  Is that true?"

   "I have," Brandi said amused at his directness.  "It's not something I
would want to start out with.  A dick that size has to be worked up to, but
it get easier as time goes by.  Why do you ask?"

   "Because, I have a thing about anal sex.  I love to hear a white woman
scream out when I ram my cock in her ass.  By the way, I don't have a nine
inch cock.  It a bit longer than that."

   "Really?  How much longer?"

   "I'm ten inches long and seven inches around.  I see that our good
friend Tom is prominently displayed in this room." He stopped in front of a
photograph.  "I know that woman," he said studying the image."

   "I don't know any of the women," Brandi said.  "Who is she?"

   "She was the wife of a friend of mine," Morlock said with a smile. 
"They split up a few years ago.  I see I'll have to look her up someday. 
Do you have any pictures on these walls?"

   "No, not yet."

   "Pity.  You would look wonderful on the wall." He looked at her. 
"Actually you would look good anywhere.  I'm sure you have been told this
before, but you are a very desirable woman.  I'm anticipating seeing you
naked, Brandi.  I'm also excited about seeing you with my cock in you." He
reached for her and pulled her close to him.  "And I think we should do
something about that right now."

   "Yes we do," she said.  "Follow me.  There is a bed next door."

   And so another housewife becomes a slut for big black cocks

   THE END

   (NOTE: In the fantasy world there are no unwanted pregnancies, no aids,
syphilis, gonorrhea, or genital herpes.  In the fantasy world there are no
repercussions from most bad decisions.  In the fantasy world women love to
be pounded mercilessly by big hard cocks until they pass out.  In the
fantasy world the jealousies are controlled, and people learn to live with
what-ever lot befalls them.  This is the real world, so, beloved, get real
and protect yourselves...Shooter)