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"Willie's been arrested!"
"We know," Mavis soothed, mixing her a drink without asking if she wanted one; it was obvious she
needed one.
A short time later, as Mavis was studying Miriam and Terry and Connie huddled together on a sofa, the
front door chimes echoed through the house. Phil opened the door and admitted two men from his
agency and a plainclothes policeman, a detective captain.
"Glover is a riot," the captain said. "We had no trouble with him. He was trying to wear out his part of
the take by counting it over and over. He had more than a hundred thou spread out on the kitchen table
in neat little piles!"
Mavis thought the captain seemed embarrassed, apologetic and pleased. He took a straight shot of
scotch and offered Phil his hand. "Phil," he said huskily, "I never wanted to suspect you; you're a
damned good investigator. I understand from these fellows of your agency we're going to lose you to
Seattle. Are you going to take it?"
"Yes," Mavis responded as Phil started to nod slowly.
"Well, good luck," the captain said, "I better get downtown. I have a lot of paperwork to put in order.
God! What a haul today has been!" Mavis let him out and closed the door slowly, silently. She turned as
Phil slowly unwound. "Fellows," he said softly, "what would you like?"
"Jim here," one of the insurance agency representatives said, "is transferring in from our Topeka, Kansas,
office. He's going to need a house. The boss thought maybe he could look over yours and buy it-if you
take the Seattle promotion."
"Sure, sure," Phil said.
And Mavis peered at him intently as her husband's eyes brightened.
"How long has it been since you saw your wife-what's your name?"
"Jim Svenson," he said. "About two months."
"Just a minute, before you look around. I think it would be a good idea if you took along a guide and
chaperone. Mavis and I wouldn't want you to be lonely."
Mavis scowled at her husband. Whom did he have in mind to escort a potential house buyer? His
implication was plain-and she was the only one who really knew the house.
"Okay, ladies," Phil commanded, pointing at Connie and Miriam and Terry, "on your feet! And get your
clothes off! Jim, the bedrooms are at the top of the stairs-make yourself at home."
When the three women hesitated, Phil crossed the room and quickly undressed them. They were too
stunned to protest. "Take your pick- gentlemen-you too, Mark-we have the finest hostesses in town."
"You dirty, rotten bastard!" Connie exploded. "We won't ..."
"Oh, shut up, Con!" Miriam snarled. "We may be going someplace where we won't get any decent male
twanging for a long time; so let's have a good fuck and enjoy it! The Swede looks like he could take on
two girls-judging from the bulge in his pants! Well, studs, make a choice; the odd girl can go with the big
galoot from Topeka!"
Mavis had no idea how they would pair off as the men trudged up the stairs, the three women prancing
ahead of them. She didn't care.
Suddenly, she felt she no longer was a sex captive. "Now, Phil," she teased, "what happens now?"
"Well, we get ten percent of the recovered loot as reward-something over forty thousand dollars; we'll
go to Seattle ..."
"Come on!" she demanded. "I mean right now!"
"Well," he taunted her, exploring her boobies with one hand and squeezing her butt with the other, "I
think I'll strip my wife, lay her out on the floor and have a good, choice piece of ass for a change."
"Ooooohhhhhh," Mavis sighed as he slid his long cock into her tight cranny. She liked being this kind of
sex captive. "Ooooohhhhhh! Fuck me, darling ..."
The End
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