Connor-

Was stateside for an international friendly, and had something crazy happen - after the match, decided to check out The Foundry Cove strip club in Willow Creek.

It was a little seedy for my tastes, but the strippers were bangin.

But the hottest thing there wasn't on stage, she was behind the bar.

We hit it off really well, and made plans to meet at her place after her shift.

I don't need to tell yo how that went!

Later,

Devon

Just a one-night stand that Devon would later find to have lifelong consequences.

Meanwhile, some pregnancies hit closer to home. Erick and Lillian finally got pregnant, and they dropped out of the swingers' club entirely.

Chad found out that two of his favorite fuck toys, Flora and Iliana, had become sapphic sisters.

And that opportunity was too much for him to pass up.

Yup. Turns out Flora got knocked up, too. So she was out.

Chad and Grace dropped out of both the swingers' club and the nudist society. Work was too busy, they said. But luckily, I still got to meet with Grace once in a while.

Mostly on her schedule, really. She'd just show up once every month or two, and we'd have some fun.

Our esteemed leaders also finally got pregnant. They'd been trying. Both Sierra and Ariana were carrying at the same time. But both couples decided to stay in the club. And Noah, vigilant as always, found some new members to replace the ones we were losing.

Nathan and his wife Brynlee were vaguely in finance.

And they lived with her sister Regan. It was a...unique relationship.

The kind that meant they were all open to some sexual exploration. Of course, Noah required his usual toll before letting them join.

The girls also forced us to finally bend our couples and women only rule and let Bryce join officially. They just loved fucking him too much to say no. Noah didn't require a toll from him.

Speaking of, Charlotte also got pregnant. She did it in a wild way. First, she announced at one of our parties she was off her pill, and if anyone wanted to breed her, here was their chance.

It was actually a very fun sex party, even with that hanging over us.

Especially since, again, Bryce was now a full member, which the girls loved.

But the party didn't do it for Charlotte, so she did something crazy. She waited until the right time in the cycle, and then she fucked Bryce.

And then she went down to the local stud house, and paid every man there to creampie her in turn.

And then, for good measure, she fucked Bryce again.

This strategy worked. She got knocked up, too.

(Later, we'd find out that Bryce was in fact the lucky father.)

This was the point I got the call from my agent about red.

A very famous actress loved the script and wanted to sign on. You might recognize her.

That's right, my old pal Erin and I got together for drinks, and to talk about how she wanted to star in my movie.

I told her I couldn't think of anyone better. Honestly, I probably had her in mind when I wrote it.

She had one condition: I had to be part of the production, so as to make sure the director didn't ruin my vision.

Of course, this was a dream come true! I agreed.

Meanwhile, I'd heard from Pedro that the pregnancy outbreak was spreading. Two sisters who had danced for him since the first day he opened both quit, both because they were pregnant. Teresa, he didn't know for sure, he might be the father, or it could be Joao.

Elena, on the other hand, the culprit had to be none other than Pedro's father-in-law, Tomas.

He could see drama coming from this.

But speaking of drama and Pedro, remember how I saw his stepdaughter on a porn site? I should have just told him about it. But instead, since I recognized Joe and Lucy in the video, and they lived up in the Valley less than an hour from me, I decided to go talk to Kami in person.

This was a mistake.

I tried to tell her how degrading the life she was entering could be for someone her age.

But she could see right through me. She knew I was only saying this bullshit on account of my friendship with Pedro.

We could hear Joe and Lucy fucking in the next room while we talked.

This was awkward, and a little arousing.

But Kami insisted to me that her mind was made up.

When Joe and Lucy finally joined us, Kami suggested we all go swimming.

Joe said he could go for a dip.

And Lucy said the girls should model some bathing suits for us, so they could decide what to wear down to the pool.

So that's what they did.

Each one more revealing than the last.

Once we got to the last set of suits, all thoughts of swimming were gone, and instead we were drinking and grinding on each other.

Soon, the girls were naked.

And not long after that, we were fooling around.

And suddenly, they had our dicks in their mouths.

At this point, in for a penny, right?

So now, I definitely couldn't tell Pedro about Kami. Ever.

EM enters for scheduled session. She's dressed more formally than normal and has had her hair done.

Comment the new style suits her well.

Q how are things? open ended - let her start

A There's a lot going on

Got a text message from mom out of the blue - said she was sure dad was cheating on her

Did not know how to answer - of course he was - everyone knew it

Q You first mentioned this to me years ago I recall

A - Yes it's the same whore he's been carrying on with for years

Mom thinks relationship is still strong

But she can no longer deny what's been going on.

Q - So what do you think?

A - What do I think?

I think it's inevitable. Elena looks a lot like mom.

Only 20 years younger and with bigger tits and fat old dick sucking lips.

Here's the thing. She wanted my advice, but really I think she wanted validation. Remember how I said I thought she was stepping out, too?

Well, when I asked her how she was dealing with this new information about dad...

She started telling me all about her new masseuse.

And about how hands-on he was.

And I knew where she was going with this.

She was fucking this guy to get back at dad.

Q - So how does that make you feel?

A - Normally, good for her. Dad deserves to get cucked.

But then she started telling me more about him.

And eventually, I was like, wait, Gabe from Magnolia?

Her masseuse is also my yoga instructor.

And, well...

Oh my god my mom and I are eskimo brothers.

Q - Did you share this tidbit with your mom?

A - Hell no are you crazy?

Not sure what kind of relationship I have with my mom, but I'm sure it doesn't include that.

End session

Personal note:

I cannot deny that Elisa's new haircut and outfit did more than suit her. They stirred strong sexual feelings in me. I cannot make a pass at a patient, so I believe I will risk travel into Newcrest tonight and get a lap dance from one of the sexy Latinas at Picante.

Addendum: her name was Tami and I will visit her again

And it was still radio silence from my scientist friend.

I wondered what kinds of crazy things he was doing in that lab of his.

I usually flew out to meet with my publisher at the end of the week once or twice a month, and I liked to make a stop in Magnolia on the way back. While I was enjoying a drink at the hotel bar, Military Investigator Maggie Justus plopped down at my table.

She told me as the killer she was chasing seemed to have gone quiet, she thought she was going to be transferred out soon.

"Sorry to see you go," I told her, half-honestly.

"Before I go, I think I'm going to have a little fun to remember this burg by," she said. "Your friends Pedro and Joao? They have a bet on between them about which one of them can get in my pants first."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm military intelligence, and let's be honest, I'm one of the best. I have my ways. Plus, Joao's seduction game has all the subtlety of a sledgehammer."

"But, I was thinking it would be funny if neither one of of them wins. You know, I've always been a fan of your work. Both the written kind, and, you know, what you did on video a while back."

I knew where this was going.

After, when we were cuddling in bed, she teased me some more about Pedro and Joao: "Like I said, neither one of them wins."

"Right, I won, that's what you're saying?"

"Oh, you're definitely a champ, but no, I was thinking they could tie."

"I was thinking, maybe I could manufacture some reason why they both need to meet up here at the hotel."

"They aren't sure why, but they come in the room they've been told to."

"And who do they find? Me, waiting for them. Not with an arrest warrant, but with this hot pussy you just went to town on."

"I'd make them spitroast me."

"And DP me."

"Then I'd suck them both off."

"In my fantasy, they'd find this embarrassing, but honestly, I bet it wouldn't be the first time they've done it."

"Until they both blew their loads all over my face."

"I think that would be extremely hot, don't you? And neither one of them gets to win the bet."

My God, this was one freaky military investigator.

Anyway, this was the point I was really starting to drink too much.

I didn't recognize it at the time, of course.

But no matter what I was doing around the house, I always had a drink in my hand.

Sometimes, when I was sampling my wine that I'd been making, I didn't even bother dirtying a glass.

But then, one night, I did something insane. I got buck naked, stumbled out of my house, and went looking to party. At least, that's what I'm gathering from the report the booking officer gave me. I was completely blacked out the entire time.

I guess it involved a lot of noise and a lot of bothering other people, and I came back with a nasty bruise on my face, and had no idea how it got there, but eventually they were kind enough to drop the public indecency charge, and let me pay a small fine for violating the local noise ordinance.

But, of course, I kept drinking.

And then it hit me: inspiration! I sat down at the computer, and wrote my best work ever, a screenplay that would once again make me famous, in one night.

That's right. I was drunk as a goddamned skunk the night I wrote red.

Since it's time to talk about that film, I should note that Erin was going through some things at the time. The newborn was barely a year old, and Marco had been caught by the paparazzi out with his side piece (or one of them, I guess).

Erin's publicist had her give a big speech that alternatively asked for privacy...

...and defended Marco as accused without proof...

...and promised that she'd get through this no matter what.

How? She'd have to think about that. Probably dive deeper into her art.

So, anyway, finally I had a spark in the work world, but the climax (so to speak) of this chapter is what I saw on the internet. I knew that Lucy's first video was dropping, and I loaded up her site to watch it.

Just as promised, she and Joe had flipped the script, so to speak, and she was playing the older girlfriend back from college to wish her boyfriend a happy 18th birthday.

I guess they had decided the stepsister angle was too weird. Anyway, it was pretty hot porn, if a bit standard, but then, after they'd fucked a bit...

...the door opened, and she brought in her new friend from college to make Joe's birthday extra special!

Problem was, when they showed her face.

I immediately recognized her.

It was Pedro's stepdaughter, Kami! The one I'd caught having the affair with Bertie, but then didn't publicize for Pedro's sake.

I guess she'd decided to go into porn, now, and when she ran away to live with "friends," Lucy and Joe were whom she was talking about.

So, well, of course I kept watching. It was hot as fuck.

And when Joe started fucking Kami, I could tell this girl definitely had what it took to make it in...well, I would say porn, but honestly, anything sex. Anything sex she could be a star in.

Then Joe started to alternate between them. He was impressive, himself. So much stamina. But then, he was still 18.

Then it was time for the big finale, and all three of them were top notch.

So, I asked myself, do I tell Pedro about this? How do I tell Pedro about this?

Instead, I went out to the bar to mix another drink.

And sat back at my desk, and clicked "Replay."

Man, I have been making money hand over fist since the war ended. I have a great relationship with Pyotr. Mostly we keep to our respective sides of the ocean, but when we can, we pool our purchasing power to make even bigger deals. Like, a few weeks ago, I was in Selvadorada meeting with a big-time supplier.

He was willing to do business, but the minimum purchase was too big for me to move in a reasonable time.

So, that's where my new partnership with Pyotr comes in. We go in 50-50, get a great deal, and we both end up with product to put out.

I also got a glimpse at how he manages his girls. It's much simpler than what we do here. No big club to manage. He's just got a little cottage out in the sticks run by some old lesbian. Calls it "The Cabin."

But all the important Windenburg men, and more than a few tourists, know how to get there. It's cozy. Just a sitting room with a bar, and hot European women walking around in sexy underwear.

Until one of them strikes your fancy.

Then, you head off with her into one of the side rooms.

I ended up in one of the rooms with this hot little thing called Vanya. Georgian. Romanian. Armenian. I don't know. Some country way out east.

And when I told her I wanted to go in raw, she didn't mind one bit.

She really knew how to move her hips. Even with me on top, she was in control.

Until I pulled out and popped off all over her tits, of course.

Anyway, Corey and Demarius were actually out in Newcrest last week and stopped by Picante.

I told them about Kami, and how I'd promised her mother I'd find out where she ran off to and bring her back.

They hadn't seen her around.

I told them, if they did, let me know right away.

Of course they would, Corey said.

Of course, Kami was 18 now, so I'm not sure exactly what Elisa expected me to do. I couldn't imagine what kinds of trouble she was getting involved in right now, though.

But then a few days ago, I was at the gym with Joao.

He had some news for me: Alana was finally pregnant.

I told him Congrats! You just took one of my best strippers out of work!

He knew I was joking, but he did say, I better watch out, because he didn't think Alana was the only one baby crazy. Lately, Teresa has been calling him over a lot, and never letting him wear a condom. She said she just liked the way he felt raw, but he thought it was maybe a trap.

Which made me think of something that had happened just a couple of days before at the club. Teresa had snuck up on me in the bathroom and basically jumped on me. Said she was just horny as hell and needed some good dick.

Who was I to turn that down?

I don't like wearing a rubber, anyway, but I never worried with Teresa because I knew she was on the pill. Now, Joao had me thinking.

But, anyway, something else also caught my attention.

Isn't that the military investigator over there? Damn she's hot.

She sure is. Bet I can fuck her before you, Joao challenged me.

It's a race, I said.

Anyway, like I was getting at before, with the war over, business is booming, and I'm traveling a lot again. And nothing against Pyotr's whores, but I have found if you want the really classy pussy, you won't find it in the brothel. You'll find it with a sugar dating service. So glad I got turned onto that. When I'm in Windenburg, I visit Zippy.

Doing business in Komorebi? I visit Aiko.

Checking out my newest expansion in the Northeast? Time to check in on Kaitlyn.

And of course, if I'm out West, which I am often, I stay with Helen. She's the classiest of them all.

But I have gardens to tend at home, too. Gotta check in on the little ones. Miguel is getting so big.

And Alexa and I still have that spark.

And little Ines is healthy as can be.

And if anything, motherhood has made Maya's fine round ass even better.

And as a neighborhood leader, I can't ignore the other kids. I still have to check in on little Cora and the grieving widow Naomi.

That's one of my favorite stops.

Plus, I still have the club to keep track of!

That comes with a lot of stress, so of course, I need to find some release.

But don't worry, I also make sure there's enough gas in the tank to show some love at home to the wife.

Signing off,

Pedro

This hit me hard. Humber was a bad man, and I'd exposed many bad men in my career, but he was the first one who killed himself over it. The first person I killed, that's how I thought of it. I needed to get away, so I booked a trip to Windenburg. I ran into Pedro at the bar, who was doing some business with the Russians.

Even while I was there, my phone was blowing up with updates about the Humber saga.

I told Pedro about my conflicted feelings, but he just brushed them off.

"I'm glad the fucker's dead. I'm just sad I didn't get to do it myself."

Then he told me some bad news. Seems Kami had run away from home. Out west to live with some friends from school who were way too close to the porn and sex industry for Pedro's taste, but then, he always knew Kami was headed in that direction.

I pointed out that she was still 17, and he could get a legal order forcing her back. But he responded that courts were slow, and she would be 18 in a couple of months, so it was pointless. He also mentioned that her mother was devastated, so he'd probably have to take a trip out there to drag her back himself.

Of course, my purpose for being in Windenburg was actually to see Luisa.

It felt weird still, having an official sugar baby, but hey, what else was I going to do with all this money?

Besides, Luisa made my visits worthwhile.

And, of course, I knew Pedro would be visiting Zippy while he was in town.

I still thought it was strange that he turned Dmitry's old mistress into his new amante in Windenburg.

But then again, since Dmitry did order Charlotte's killing, I guess this was karma.

Anyway, on the way back home, I had a layover in Willow Creek, and I got accosted by Maggie Justus, that military investigator.

I was friendly as could be, but I wasn't going to give her anything on Pedro, or any of my other contacts.

"I know that," she said. "I'm here to say, I liked your story. But I'm disappointed you didn't come to us. I would have loved to have gotten my claws into that Humber pervert before he did himself."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her. "You'd have no jurisdiction over anything I reported."

"Oh you have no idea," she said.

And proceeded to school me.

"Most of what you found was piddly shit. Embarrassing, yes. Criminal, yes. Disgusting, certainly. But what you didn't think about were the implications of Humber's visits overseas. We have a treaty with Tomarang, which says all sex crimes committed by our servicemembers in their territory will be dealt with by a general court-martial."

"So what?" I asked.

"Humber was a reservist," she told me.

"Served overseas. Obviously, didn't really publicize it during his academic life. But he had a reputation"

"In Tomarang, he had a habit of trolling the red light district for whores."

"They liked servicemen, because that meant good pay, at least for them."

"He got caught with one of them in the upstairs bathroom at a local bar."

"And let me guess," I ventured. "She turned out to be creepy young?"

"Oh hell, we have no idea. She could have been forty for all we know. She disappeared. You think this is just about age? Did you ever catch Humber diddling any toddlers? No, this was about control for him. Something far more deep-seated. He kept at it, he was probably going to end up raping and killing some poor girl."

"Anyway, someone walked in on them who claimed to know the girl, but like I said, we couldn't find her during the investigation, so not much happened, other than he got transferred to Komorebi."

"Where he got up to the same shit."

"But again, we could never really pin anything on him. So, like I said, I wish you had come to us. We could have finally taken the fucker down."

"Well, now I know, I guess. A little late."

Then I asked her, "By the way, this stuff you were investigating is over, so why are you still here nosing around?"

"The killings at the Magnolia had nothing to do with the gang war, and you know it. Investigating them was my cover, but now that's blown, I intend to keep at it. This guy is still out there, and he will strike again. If I don't find him first."

So, yeah, there you have it. Ms. Justus was sticking around. She had a point about the hookers who got cut up at the Magnolia. Pedro had nothing to do with that, and no one really thinks Dmitry did, either. There's something else going on there.

So, anyway, I had been planning on stopping by the Foundry Cove, but this talk of Humber kind of put sex out of my mind, so I just went back to the hotel. But there, I found on my laptop waiting for me, an email from Devon.

Connor, my man!

Just wanted to catch up and let you know I haven't forgotten about my favorite journalist.

Also wanted to share a story with you that I can't share with Brooke or the other journos around here.

My old roommate Britney stopped by. She was a freshman now, and was in town for some big class project, and thought she'd check out my mansion."

Once I showed her my private gym, she said she wanted to work out. Claimed she was getting a little chubby.

I thought her ass looked just perfect.

But I played along, showed her some things.

Then I pulled the old "Pretend to get knocked down" trick at the punching bag.

And once she got her hands on this bod, she was hot and ready to go.

I swear to God, when she lifted up my shorts leg to get a handle on my meat, she said, "I have missed this dick so much."

So I knew it was on. She sucked me good.

I fucked her good.

Then she took me in her mouth again, and swallowed the biggest load I can remember launching.

I could see her struggling to keep it all in as I came, my sperm squirting out between her lips and my shaft.

But she still took it down, and stuck out her tongue to prove it, too.

Then we cleaned up together, and she just straight left.

God, I love life as an athlete.

And I love being a trusted journalist.

If you or someone you know is in crisis, call or text 988 to reach the Suicide & Crisis Hotline.

Or chat online at 988lifeline.org.

Oh, this is so awful! This reporter published this story in which he accused Bertie of all sorts of depravities! I can barely stand to mention them!

Bertie came over and tried to convince me they were all lies.

I wanted to believe him, I really did.

But there were so many girls, and the accusations were so detailed! And awful!

He said the reporter made it all up and probably paid these girls to say it happened.

Then he started getting angry with me! Can you believe it? He said if I was going to be his wife, I owed it to him to stand by him!

Well, you know me. I was having none of that. I told him to leave, and we'd talk again when I was ready.

So shortly after this, I got a call out of the blue from Ann. Remember Ann, my old college buddy who dropped out and moved out west to become a "Wellness Specialist?"

She works at some spa out there, while trying to save up money to open her own.

She made it sound like life was great for her, but she wanted to see how I was doing because, you guessed it, she heard about Bertie on the news.

I was never 100% comfortable around Ann. We were just so different. She was always more...forward with the boys, and therefore more popular than I was. Masseuse seems a natural profession for someone as handsy as her, to be honest.

Oh, heaven forgive me, I shouldn't assume such things, but every time I think of Ann, I imagine she's just using her massage gig as a front for dirtier things!

I mean, she did have a reputation in college.

And it never bothered her, either.

I remember she once told me, "Why should I care if people know I have sex? Sex is great. They should be having it, too!"

She was always pushing me to go out with boys and try to do...things with them.

But of course, I was too good of a girl for all that.

But Ann, she lived it up.

At least for the two years before she dropped out.

Anyway, she insisted I spend the weekend with her out in Oasis Springs, and she offered to foot the bill for my flight, and I was so mad at Bertie, I found a cat-sitter immediately, and went straight to the airport. First we went out for, can you believe this, morning wine!

I told myself it was technically afternoon in my normal time zone, so it was okay.

And I unloaded all my problems on her.

She was clear to me that none of this was my fault, if Bertie was some damn pervert, that was all on him.

When we finished our wine - she finished first, of course - she suggested we go get a massage. Of course, she'd do that!

So I found myself, not at the spa, but at some house out in the suburbs.

She explained, this was where her masseur lived. I told her, as long as it's safe and comfortable. You know I don't care for strangers touching me.

She said I didn't have to worry with guys like this. They were experts at touching.

It didn't take long for me to realize. This was erotic massage! Oh mom, I'm so sorry for bringing up such a horrible subject with you!

Ann was defiant. She said, I swear, "You are engaged to a pervert. You need to let off some steam. The best way to do that is with some Vitamin D."

This guy, Diego was his name, just stood there impatiently while I solved that little euphemism.

I actually did talk with Diego for a while, while Ann was getting ready for her turn, and he was a nice kid.

But then when Ann, half-naked, climbed on his table, and he started groping her, I knew that there was no way there could ever be my turn. I couldn't do it.

So I slipped out of there while she couldn't stop me, and left her to her own pleasures.

The rest of the weekend was awkward, but I flew back east as soon as I could, and instead of Vitamin D, I comforted myself with a nice meal, while thinking about what I should do about Bertie.

What do you think, Mom?

Love,

Kayla

And Lucy was going to tell a sob story about how Bertie Humber had ruined her childhood and stolen her innocence, and now she was doing porn because of it.

And you know her website was going to link my article prominently.

I also found a hooker in Tomarang willing to go on the record that Humber had been her client for many years.

And the icing on the cake, I'd found a current student, Kerri, who was only 16, and ready to state that she had recently signed up for Humber's tutoring, and he'd pressured her into sex on only the second session.

Of course, I'd be using fake names for all these girls, especially the one who was still underage. But they were on the record, and I had all the proof on paper.

So now it was time to talk to Humber himself.

I'd tell him I had multiple girls on the record stating that he'd used his position to pressure sexual favors from them while they were underage.

He'd deny it, of course.

Probably get angry.

I'd explain to his face what kind of awful pervert he was.

And he'd see the error of his ways, and give me all the details for my scoop.

Ha! Yeah, right. First of all, no, he wouldn't. Second of all, I'm not going to drop in on that guy and tell him I'm about to ruin his life. Maybe he walks around with a loaded gun all day?

So, instead I did the smart thing, and called him on the phone. He was none too pleased with what I had to say.

I did, however, meet his fiancée in person.

At first, she was very defensive of her soon-to-be husband.

But when I laid out the stories I'd gotten and all the girls I'd gotten them from, her anger turned to shock.

And then betrayal.

So I finished typing up my story, and sent it to my editor.

Then Aiyana came over, and I got to share my feeling of victory with her.

We celebrated with some drinks.

And then the endorphins and the alcohol and everything, well, you know how it goes.

That was one of my best days.

Brooke Larimer (Nordhaven)

Well, fans, I'm sitting here in the locker room as the players file in after what will surely go down as one of the most exciting matches in the historic rivalry between Windenburg 04 and Gammelvik FK. Although neither team could get the better of the other, as they fought to a 2-2 draw, Windenburg have to feel good about the action they saw from their young star Devon Douglass, who came off the bench in the middle of the second half, and knocked in the goal that leveled the match in the 80th minute.

This reporter has exclusive rights to his first interview, as this is the third of three sittings between us, for this feature that you are reading right now.

So before we talk about that, let me dig into my notes, and tell you what I've learned about Mr. Douglass these past six months.

It started when he was a freshman at Foxbury, already recognized as the best young star that college had seen in decades.

He was living in some off-campus housing, and sat down for an interview with yours truly.

From the beginning, I could tell that he had his head on straight.

"Look, I know I'm young," he said. "At this point, I'm just trying to get better and help my team win."

Pretty standard talking points, you might say. But refreshing to hear them from a kid who just a few days earlier was celebrating his 19th birthday, rather than the brash bravado you mostly get from guys in that age group.

He had a great situation, he said. Besides his studies, he could focus on his physical training.

And it just so happened his roommate was a fitness nut, too, so they could push each other.

He was glad he didn't live in one of the party dorms, but rather with someone he shared such interests with.

And he also had only praise for the support given him by the Foxbury program and their boosters.

I asked him about the rumors, which were already going around at the time, of him cutting school short and going pro.

"Look," he told me, "I'm going to do what's best for me in the long run, of course. I'm not stupid. But right now, I'm just focused on helping Foxbury win a championship."

And, of course, as we all know, Foxbury did win that elusive championship, and Douglass was a huge part of that success, and shortly after the title game, he announced that he was leaving school, and had been signed to a three year contract with Windenburg.

So the second time I sat down with him, it was at his newly purchased mansion in the wealthier section of Windenburg. Locals knew it as the house that used to be owned by the rich (and notorious) Villareal family.

I asked him how training was going.

He said it was great, he was getting to know his teammates, all that stuff, but of course, as with any young person with enormous newfound wealth, he just wanted to show off his stuff. He'd refurbished the mansion a bit. It was nice. He had a huge kitchen.

And even huger outdoor pool.

A luxurious bedroom.

And, of course, his personal touch, a private gym.

So what did he get up to in this giant domicile?

Well, he was learning to cook. Spent a lot of time in the kitchen researching healthy recipes that would fuel his body.

Of course he spent a lot of time in the gym training.

But he also invited friends over to work out together.

Sounds like the life, right? So that brings us back to now. He's just scored his first goal in the top league. Against his club's biggest rival. How did it feel?

Still sweating from the match, he tells me, "Honestly, our two clubs both have so much history, and that comes with respect. Do we want to beat them? Yes. But I don't hate them. I just relish the great competition."

Such mature thoughts for such a young guy. As he's getting changed into his street clothes, I notice between his many muscles a tattoo.

A stylized heart that says "Shiv" in the center. I ask him about that.

"She's my girl, since I was in high school," he tells me. "She's a couple of years behind me, so she's still there. We rarely see each other. She visited once, that's when she got me into cooking and eating healthy."

"But mostly, it's long-distance. We chat on the computer."

"Or maybe Facetime."

So you hear that, girls? He's taken! This Shiv, whoever she is, is one lucky girl.

But I have to ask him one more question. I noticed that he got a lot of cheers even here in Nordhaven, as a member of the visiting club.

"Well, like I said, it's mutual respect. I also like to think I play the game the right way. No cheap moves. No flopping. I think true soccer fans like that."

"So your star is taking off all over?" I ask him.

"In fact, I found out recently I already have a fan club chapter up here. I got to meet the president and shake hands and share my autograph."

So there you have it, folks. Soccer's upcoming newest star. You can bet this reporter will be following his career very closely.

And, believe me, everyone wanted him.

I witnessed him get worn out at least twice. First, he was in a foursome fucking Grace while Charlotte was getting railed by Noah.

Then he got grabbed by Meg and Flora for a threesome.

I bet that kid slept for a week after that gathering.

Anyway, about the timing. During Midsummer festivities, I was chatting with Grace, and happened to be telling her about my investigation into this pervert administrator for Britechester, and she said to me that she had a new girl, only 18, who had just moved here from out east, and had confided in her about how she'd been abused by her academic advisor. She put me in touch with her. Her (stage) name was Lucy Blu.

And she had recently moved to the West Coast with her boyfriend, Joe.

They were hoping to break into porn together. Joe was still 17, for a few more weeks, at least, so they had to wait a little longer to do it properly.

He said they were planning on a flip-the-script kind of entrance. Instead of the experienced guy introducing the teen girl to sex on her 18th birthday, Lucy would be the popular girl or cheerleader or whatever taking his virginity. He said they hadn't figured out the details yet, but were toying around with her being the older step-sister home from college to celebrate his birthday. Did I think that would fly?

I think sex sells, no matter what, I told him. But I really wanted to talk about Bertie.

Lucy admitted that Bertie was her first. He started fucking her when he was her academic advisor, and she was only 15.

Joe was admittedly uncomfortable during some of this conversation. Hell, so was I.

But we had to get it down. Lucy agreed to go on the record. That was one down, finally.

Joe didn't like it, but he'd support Lucy, whatever she decided.

So I was on my way, finally, on this story.

And now, I was stalking this Humber guy every chance I had to go out east. He seemed like a respectable guy. Had a fiancée. Even owned a dog, whom he cared for diligently.

But if you followed him long enough, he'd end up checking in on some (very) young woman, and he wasn't there just to go over multiplication tables.

Oh, and while I was out east, I stopped in to see Brooke. I'd recently finished editing her big feature on Devon, and it was going to be going to print soon.

She was excited to get something so big published at such a young age.

Even better, I told her, I was pulling some strings to make sure she got the cover.

Which, of course, she was quite grateful for.

And since I'd mentored her on so many things, she thought a little payback was in order.

But I saw something else while I was doing my trip out East, and this I didn't put in my update to my editor. This I went to Pedro for.

I asked him if his step-daughter Kami had taken any trips out there recently. She had, for college prep. Even though Pedro laughed that he knew she was never going to make it to college.

So I showed him what I'd caught while stalking Humber.

It was him meeting someone who looked familiar.

And getting very cozy with her upstairs in the lighthouse.

"I see where you're going," Pedro said. "Kami is far too sexually active for her age if you ask me. Looks a lot like her. But you can't even see her face."

"Yeah, but I caught her coming back downstairs after."

"Motherfucker," Pedro said. "I'm gonna have to kill this fuck."

Shortly after I got home from meeting Pedro, my phone rang. It was Britney, Devon's old roommate and fucktoy who had refused to talk to me about this story before.

"Don't use my name, and I'll tell you all about Bertie," she said.

Bingo.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

I was actually reading Amador to bed when I got the call.

That military investigator snooping around wanted to meet with me about something important. It was already getting late, but I figured I'd better find out what she wanted. What she wanted was to give me the news about Charlotte.

She said some Russian thug named Milan had weaseled his way into her home.

And then just flat out shot her in the face.

Part of me was furious. Part of me didn't believe her. But I had to play it cool to her. She was clearly trying to rattle me.

So I coolly thanked her for the information and got together with Joao, who had confirmed it with some of his contacts.

I told him, this was it. No going back now. This Milan fucker was a dead man walking, and we also decapitate.

And furthermore, I had a plan to do it. There was this old school Russian named Pyotr, who should have been tapped to run the organization, but had been pushed into semi-retirement by Dmitry. But Pyotr decided to step aside peacefully, and still had a lot of respect in all corners because of how he handled it.

So Joao went to have a conference with him.

He laid out our grievances, and Pyotr agreed we had a case.

So, the question was, if we make our move, can we do business with what's left over?

And, of course, the likely "left over" would be Pyotr himself. He knew that. He said we could do business.

Just one thing he required. The lunatics I'd unleashed, the ones who'd beat the whores to death. They had to go.

We were prepared for that, and Joao already had the green light to agree.

Of course, Joao told me Pyotr had a very pleasant way of sealing the pact.

"See this girl behind me? She works for me."

"Take her downstairs, and enjoy yourself."

Joao gladly accepted.

So, it all went pretty quick after that. While Joao and I took care of Milan, the hitters lured out Dmitry, by holding his mistress hostage.

When he came over to bargain for her, she fainted from fear.

And the hitters took out Dimtry for good.

I rewarded their work by comping a couple of girls at the club.

Then I gave them some bonus drugs, and told them about a wicked rave I knew was going on.

When they finally made it home the next afternoon, still rolling out of their skulls, they plopped down on the coach, and Joao stepped out of the closet.

So that's how it all shook out. Pyotr was now in charge in Windenburg.

This dude Karan, who hadn't done anything during the war to be ashamed of, was his new right hand man.

And he seemed to be enjoying managing Pyotr's girls. Even had one of his own to make some extra cash.

I was back to managing Picante in peace.

And Joao was back to trying to get Alana pregnant.

So just two little addendums that happened to me just this week. I was going back over to Windenburg to clean up a few loose ends, and with Charlotte gone and all, I was browsing through the Sugar Sims app, and who did I see looking for a date? Dmitry's old mistress, the Jew with the thick hair and huge tits. I had to jump on that.

So now I have a bed at the ready in Windenburg again.

And, of course, I had to take care of my neighborhood, and that meant stopping in on Naomi.

Letting her know I would take care of anything she needed.

She said she did need something.

And in no time, we were down in the basement, going at it like old times.

Yep, I still got it. Signing off,

P

There was a lot of buzz in the air about the latest killing. They found Katerina haphazardly stuffed under a bed at the Magnolia with her gut slashed open.

The cops said they had collected physical evidence. They were hoping to get a DNA match. Evidence suggested she had fucked her killer before he killed her.

But, I mean, she was a whore.

They were probably going to find semen from any number of men inside her.

One thing for certain, though: she saw her killer before he did it.

I got an email from Devon Douglas, the soccer player I was supposed to profile before I got pulled.

Yo Connor!

Life is even crazier now that the season has started! I got injured making a great play in a preseason game.

And when I got back to the dorm, there was a small party going on, and this one girl seemed to have her eye on me.

She said she had been at the game and was already a fan! Within minutes, we were upstairs, and she was going down on me!

I learned later she was a local pro that some booster had paid to give me a good time as a form of thanks for my performance.

I think I love being the big man on campus!

D.

So I had to break it to him that I was yanked from his story.

Devon-

My editor pulled me for something else. A new writer named Brooke Larimar will be doing your profile.

Don't worry! I met with her to share notes. She's a pro. And she's exactly what you need.

I like to live in the mud, but she wants to make a name for herself by making a name for someone else. I think that's going to be you. Anyway, I highly recommend her skills.

And don't worry, I didn't share any of the off-record background stuff with her. Secrets are safe with me.

After a few weeks, Devon emailed me again.

Connor

I heard from this Brooke you told me about. She seems solid. But I'm not going to confide in her the same things I confided in you. BTW, I moved out of housing already, and into an off-campus spot with a friend. A female friend. Shiv is upset about it.

She's worried that there might be something going on. I told her she doesn't need to worry.

But honestly, she does.

This girl is a freak!

I came home from practice, and she was half-naked and just said, "D, you look like you could use a good fuck."

And we got right into it.

And she's actually the perfect roommate for me. She loves working out, so we can go to the gym together.

Although, I think she's got some shady business going on with a drug dealer from Newcrest.

And she is just now finishing her senior year, but even though she spends all day smoking weed and goofing off, she seems assured of a spot at Britechester. Seems she has some arrangement with some important guy in the admissions office.

But, hey, she's a willing fuck whenever I get home horny, so I can't complain.

My response to this email was mostly "Congrats, man, I know what it's like to be waist deep in fine pussy, and I'm happy for you," but it was also, "Oh, by the way, maybe you could put me in touch with your roommate? I think she might be able to help me with another story I'm working on."

I mean, important man in the Britechester admissions office? Come on. This is too easy.

So Devon put me in touch, and when I had the chance, I swung over there to talk to her.

A lot of it was friendly stuff at first, about Devon and other college things.

But then I brought up Bertie.

She clammed up.

I tried to press her.

But she was having none of it.

I decided not to burn this bridge, and let it go. I'd come back to it again in the future.

I also ran into this military intelligence chick. Maggie Justus she was called. Hard to believe, honestly. That name was as unrealistic as Rock Hardin.

She was asking questions about the whores who were murdered.

I didn't know why she wanted to talk to me about this.

But I figured it out when she mentioned Pedro.

She wasn't investigating the whores. She was investigating Pedro.

I told her I didn't have anything, and curtly said goodbye. Got home to find another short email from Devon.

We won the conference invitational today, you won't believe what my booster friend bought me!

Jealous, I closed my email program, and browsed the news. Breaking news from Windenburg, and as soon as I opened it, I knew it was trouble. Well-known High Society Figure Gunned Down At Home.

What the author of the Windenburg Zeitung article didn't know, but I did, was that this was Pedro's girl. Not his whore. His girl.

TRANSCIPT OF INTERNATIONAL PHONE CALL

COLLECTED PURSUANT TO JUDICIAL WARRANT 34-07056-B

JOAO CALLES (JC) AND UNKNOWN SUBJECT (UNSUB)

TRANSLATOR: DV

UNSUB: HEY MAN. WORD HERE IS THINGS ARE GETTING HOT WHERE YOU AT.

JC: NO DOUBT. AFTER THE HIT ON GOMES, P HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO RESPOND. HE SENT THE HITTERS TO WINDENBURG.

UNSUB: WAIT, I THINK I HEARD...

JC: YEAH. THEY WERE TROLLING THE CLUBS. ACTUALLY SAW DMITRY.

JC: BUT THEY HAD NO MANDATE FROM P TO GO AFTER DMITRY, SO THEY LET HIM BE. LOOKING FOR ANOTHER TARGET. BET P WISHES NOW THEY'D JUST DONE HIM.

UNSUB: SHIT, I KNOW WHERE...

JC: SO THEY COULDN'T FIND ANYONE BUT DMITRY'S WHORES.

UNSUB: AND DECIDED TO HAVE SOME FUN.

JC: DMITRY HAS GOOD WHORES. SO YEAH, THEY HAD FUN.

UNSUB: BUT THEN WHAT I READ...

JC: RIGHT. THEY DECIDED TO SEND THEIR MESSAGE WITH THESE GIRLS THEY'D JUST FUCKED.

UNSUB: MAN, THIS IS GETTING MESSY.

JC: P WAS FURIOUS WHEN HE FOUND OUT.

UNSUB: SO WHAT HE DO?

JC: WE HAD A SIT DOWN.

JC: AND P LAID IT OUT THAT ONLY EXPLICIT ORDERS AUTHORIZED A MOVE.

JC: BUT FROM THE WAY THESE LUNATICS REACTED, I FELT LIKE THE MESSAGE WASN'T GETTING THROUGH.

UNSUB: SO I GUESS IT'S ON NOW.

JC: IT IS. LIFE HERE IS STRANGE NOW. IT'S LIKE EVERYONE IS WORRIED THEY COULD GET KILLED (DV: OR "ERASED" OR "WRITTEN OFF") AT ANY MOMENT, SO WE ARE LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST.

UNSUB: WHAT LIKE A BUCKET LIST OR SOMETHING?

JC: SOMETHING LIKE THAT. MAYBE MORE LIKE JUST GETTING IN A LAST GREAT FUCK BEFORE THE CURTAIN FALLS.

UNSUB: MAN YOU GUYS REALLY ARE ALL ABOUT THE PUSSY.

JC: IT'S DEEPER THAN THAT. P HAS FAMILY TO WORRY ABOUT. FAMILIES, ACTUALLY. THERE'S HIS OLDEST, WITH HIS EX.

JC: THEN HIS WIFE WITH HIS DAUGHTER AND STEPDAUGHTER.

UNSUB: THAT'S A LOT TO WORRY ABOUT.

JC: THEN HE HAS HIS YOUNGEST WITH MAYA. BASICALLY TOLD HER TO SKIP TOWN. DON'T THINK SHE'S GOING TO LISTEN.

JC: HELL, EVERYONE IS HITTING PANIC MODE. I CAUGHT P'S FATHER IN LAW SNEAKING INTO HIS MISTRESS'S PLACE WITH A LOOK ON HIS FACE LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO ENJOY HIS LAST FUCK EVER.

UNSUB: AND YOU?

JC: WELL, I'M FOCUSED ON GETTING READY FOR THE RUSSIANS. I KNOW THEY GETTING READY FOR US.

JC: BUT, YEAH, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, I'M FINDING PUSSY IS A GREAT WAY TO EASE THE TENSION.

JC: PLUS I GOT ALANA WORRIED, TOO.

JC: SHE FLAT TOLD ME IF I'M GOING TO GET MYSELF KILLED, I GOTTA PUT A BABY IN HER FIRST.

UNSUB: WHAT?

JC: YEAH, WE GOT SO MUCH MONEY NOW, NO REASON FOR HER TO KEEP HOOKING.

UNSUB: SHE STILL DANCE THOUGH?

JC: SHE DANCES, BUT THAT'S IT. SO NOW SHE COMES HOME HORNY, AND SHE WANTS KNOCKED UP, SO I'VE BEEN GOING IN RAW EVERY NIGHT TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.

UNSUB: WELL, GOOD LUCK.

JC: NOT SURE HOW MUCH TIME WE HAVE, THOUGH. RIGHT BEFORE YOU CALLED, I GOT WORD. ANOTHER GIRL GOT HIT.

UNSUB: RETALIATION?

JC: NOT SURE YET. BUT I DO KNOW SANDY RUN IS STARTING TO FILL UP WITH DEAD BODIES.

UNSUB: HEY, THAT WAS THE WOMAN YELLING AT ME AGAIN. GOTTA GO.

JC: LATER

-END TRANSCRIPT-

So the war started on New Year's Day, 2007. But I'll get to that in a second. As 2006 closed, I still had radio silence from Just A Scientist, but I was still working things. At home, Aiyana and I were doing great.

Regular date nights. She loved watching scary movies with me.

And I loved how during the scariest parts, she needed physical contact to feel safe.

Let me be clear, Aiyana was the real deal for me. This wasn't just sex. But, I liked that part, too.

Now, I might have hit dead air on the scientist story, but I was definitely following up on this sex pervert story. Bertie Humber was his name, as I'm all sure you already know by now, because of what happened later. Vice Chancellor at Britechester University. I was stalking him at this point. Every chance I got to head out east, I was looking for him.

And he had a respectable side. A fiancee.

But I snapped a lot of pics of him visiting other girls, too.

Most of them students.

And in a lot of cases, I don't mean college students. I mean college applicants.

No question he was using his position to get his rocks off with young women that struck his fancy. Just like Meg had told me.

But, my investigation had to take a pause when the bosses sent me on a bit of a whirlwind. First, they wanted me to profile this athlete in Myshuno. Fresh out of high school, about to enroll in Foxbury, he was tapped as the greatest soccer star in a generation. He'd be playing in Europe within a couple of years.

Devon Douglass was his name, and he oozed confidence. He already knew he was a future superstar. All of 19, I asked him what it was like to already be this famous.

"Off the record?" he asked?

"Of course," I said. "For the moment."

"Off the record, man, I'm drowning in pussy."

"I never thought even a couple of years ago the women would be this easy, but I'm banging classmates."

"Neighbors."

"Rich housewives I met at the gym."

"Even a porn star from around the way makes regular visits."

"On the record, I'm just focused on getting prepared for my arrival on campus, so I can help my team in any way possible."

I started to tell him that was a fine answer, and was about to shift into on-the-record questions, but my phone rang, and my editor reassigned me in the middle of the interview.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked him.

"Get on a plane. Newcrest. Crime shit going down."

Apparently, the Russian mob had made a move against Pedro's organization, and some poor guy who worked for Pedro had taken the wrong end of it.

He didn't actually have anything to do with Pedro's more black market activities. Dude was just a janitor at his strip club. But the Russians decided to send a statement, and they picked him, seemingly at random, as the recipient.

I made it to Newcrest in time to photograph the funeral.

The widow Naomi was despondent.

And Gomes had left behind a little girl, Cora.

I could see the others trying to console her.

But even though I didn't get all the words from my vantage point, I could tell that it was Pedro who promised what she wanted: revenge.

She was eager to see him keep this promise.

After the ceremony, I slipped off to the casino around the way with Pedro to talk.

"Look, let me start with how sorry I am for your loss," I told him, "and to continue that I'm not just here as a friend, but also as a journalist."

"So your editor sent you?"

"He did. He doesn't know I know you. I should turn the assignment down as a conflict of interest."

"Don't do that," he said. "I need a guy covering this I can trust."

"Hey, you can count on me. My editor is going to expect certain things, though. Like probably your name and what you're known for."

"I get it, but keep it professional and vague. Accused of. Rumors of. Unproven charges. Never convicted.  That sort of shit."

"And as always, please accept my hospitality at Picante before you head back home to write this shit up. You know the girls there love you."

"Thanks," I said. "I think I will swing by."

And that's how Pedro was. Always buying people off. Maybe with money. Maybe with a free blowjob from Catalina. But, who was I to complain? Catalina sucked a mean dick. And even if I wasn't the kind of guy who could be bought, I wasn't about to fuck with Pedro. Besides, I was smart enough to know this was just the first salvo in a much bigger conflcit.

STATUS REPORT 2006-1467

AGENT: MAGGIE JUSTUS

POSTING: WILLOW CREEK

OPERATION: HIGH SODIUM

I will start this report with a memorialization of a memo I sent to Ops yesterday. The facilities in the Willow Creek base are unlivable. Sanitation is unacceptable. I think it is imperative that funds for repairs and upgrades are allocated immediately. If my posting requires my stay to extend past three months, and the proper repairs are not made in that time, I will request an additional per diem to cover the costs of a hotel stay, per S.M.R. 34(c)(7). I put all of this information into the aforesaid memo, and copy it here to make it part of the official case record.

Now, to the operation at hand: posting me here under the guise of investigating the murder at the Magnolia Hotel during the Summer Officers' Ball has worked splendidly. As I have interviewed locals, it is clear that my cover is accepted, and no one suspects an ulterior motive.

I have even been able to make contact with secondary target Joao Calles.

Although I get very little information from him. The best strategy remains to ingratiate myself with the women.

My cover story of investigating the death of the sex worker in Magnolia gathers special sympathy from them.

At this time, I must reference the previous report (2006-1396) from my colleague in Windenburg. Evidence was strongly laid out therein that the Ivanov organization is gearing up for some kind of war. Besides new players being added to the mix, Dmitry Ivanov himself is avoiding his known regular haunts, and even his own house, mostly holing up with his Jewish mistress.

I can state with 85-90% certainty that the Menendes organization is also preparing for conflict. First, some members have been travelling to Windenburg quietly, and making contact with known members of the Ivanov org. I believe they are try to pry, or even force, information out of them.

They have many tested methods available for doing this.

Second, there is an increase in communication between Pedro Menendes and known business contact Saed Ruhollah. I believe Ruhollah is also collecting information during his visits to relevant parties, usually prostitutes, and sharing it with Menendes.

Third, in Newcrest, as in Windenburg, new pieces are being added to the board. Within the past week, Menendes has brought in a certain type of muscle.

On the street, these guys are known as "pipe-hitters." This refers to their dependence on drugs, as well as their known affinity for violence. Traffic on local street corners and at local brothels has increased since their arrival.

Am currently working on firm ID. These men are clearly recognized in the underworld, but do not appear on any watchlists I've checked so far. Perhaps the experts at Simsley will have better luck with their pictures, which I am attaching to this memo.

Conclusion: the odds are very good that we are heading to a very violent conflict between these two criminal enterprises. We should be prepared to strongly react to whatever conflict breaks out and take down the important actors as quickly as possible.

Signed,

AGENT JUSTUS

Personal addendum:

Boss, this town sucks. It's almost impossible to find anything interesting to do. Not entirely, but almost. Best I found was a fellow health nut who was willing to discuss fitness and wellness techniques with me.

But I need more than that to stay stimulated.

So maybe I'm not in that much of a hurry, but once this case is over, please assign me to a posting somewhere more interesting? Sulani, maybe?

Thanks,

Maggie

But it was silence on his end.

But luckily, I got a lead out of nowhere on my other story. Some background: a really bad wave of the clap and trich combined had swept through the swingers' club, and we had to cancel events until people got cleaned up. Normally, we all sort of just took this in stride. We knew some of our members were professionals, and they might sometimes catch something. Although, honestly, I had it from Chad that he and Grace were both clean, so this probably came from one of the other guys deciding to get his rocks off in the city. Anyway, as a group, we didn't really pursue that kind of thing, and just chalked it up to bad luck, and took a break. But those of us who knew we were clean sometimes hung out unofficially, and I was visiting Meg one day, and I happened to mention my experience in Tomarang.

I told her how I'd seen this touristy guy and how he'd looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. She asked me to describe him.

So I told her, you know, nerdy, awkward, beard, glasses, kind of creepy but also kind of lame.

She surprised me with, "Well, of course he looked familiar. You've seen him, here. Maybe never met him, but you saw him I'm sure when he was tutoring me."

Apparently, this guy was some big education official from Britechester who had been in charge of getting high school students ready for the admissions process. Meg told me that mostly meant helping her with homework, and then bending her over the couch and fucking her. Who was this guy, I asked?

"Bertie Umber," she said. "Fucking pervert. Not a bad fuck, though."

"I was already 18 when I met him," Meg continued. "But from what I've heard, if you ask around the prep schools, you'll find girls who met him much younger."

"And that's probably what attracted him to Tomarang."

"Exactly," she said. "Like I said, fucking pervert."

Anyway, later that week, I was travelling out east, and stopped at Foundry Cove, and the girls all came to say hello.

On a whim, I showed them the pics I'd taken of this pervert and asked if they recognized him, and they did!

"Oh yeah," Cherry said. "He's not local, but he always stops by when he's in town. Straight monger. No watching for him, Always wants to play."

"And he always asks for the youngest girl on staff. Right, Livia?"

So Livia told me a story about the last time he'd been in, just a month or so ago.

He picked her out, and went straight upstairs.

And apparently he liked it rough. Throat fucking.

Ass fucking.

He was not a gentle lover.

I knew I had to make this a story. This guy was an important individual, and apparently a sick pervert. I was going to bring him down.

While I was there, I did run into this cam girl who worked for Grace and also danced there. I was lucky to be there the same night she was. Got an awesome lap dance.

That really has nothing to do with the story, but I wanted to fit that in somehow.

So, I definitely had a big lead on this sex trafficking (or maybe sex tourism?) story. But it was going to take some time to find the next step. Meanwhile, I checked in with my favorite porn stars, and I had to say my man Jamal had this new concept that was absolute fire. Basically, the gimmick was he'd invite strippers back from Planet Honey to his crib, and pay for a private dance, which always turned into more.

It's actually pretty damn hot watching a porn video, and realizing you know the girl there.

I'd gotten dances from Latasha before.

Hell, I'd fucked her before.

And here was Jamal getting ridden by a big booty goddess I knew from experience was an expert.

And when he started pounding her doggystyle.

Not gonna lie, I almost didn't make it until the end.

But I did, and then watching her quiver on the floor like that, I asked myself, did she do that when I fucked her? I don't remember her doing that.

But it's just a movie, I reminded myself. She's just acting.

Friday, November 17, 2006

So this all started with Chad. I was in town on business (of course) while he was closing a deal with another porn producer to do a special video. He was going to team up with his usual partner in crime, Jamal.

But the star was this new girl who had never worked with either BGP or AEP before. Some guy named Lothario had her under contract, and he was very protective of her. Chad had to convince her a collab was good for her career, so she could take it back to her boss.

And either he sold it, or she just liked the look of what Chad and Jamal were packing under their shorts, because she did agree, and got this Lothario guy to sign off, too. It was a pretty hot threesome.

Her name was Lisa Jay. She was just 19 and fresh in the industry, but you could tell she'd already had a ton of experience.

And she definitely had a thing for big black cock, which meant she got along with Jamal just fine.

Anyway, it was a damn hot video, and it got lots of plays. Since I was in town during the wrap, Chad invited me to the party, as he usually does.

As hot as Lisa Jay was, there was this other girl, Alina, her best pal, apparently, but not in the business herself, that caught my eye.

I could tell she was classy, and tried to play the high class guy, but of course, this was a porn film wrap party, so, that was a hard sell.

But I'm not one to give up so easily, so I made plans to find a reason to run into her again. Meanwhile, I had a regular meeting with Britney, and while it wasn't strictly part of her job, I used her to learn a little bit about this Joe guy, Kami's "lab partner."

He's a good guy, she said. Doesn't treat any of his women like shit.

What do you mean "women?" I asked. He has multiple?

Oh, yeah, she told me. He's fucking half the school. As he should with a dick like that.

I'm sorry, what?

And she flat told me, his dick could rival my own. And all of 17, he already knew how to use it like an expert.

Tell me more, I said.

Guy's a pothead, she told me.

And he works at some shitty fast food joint to pay the bills.

Although she heard that he'd started earning extra money doing cam shows with his giant dick online. He had to fake a birth certificate to get his account open, of course, but I guess he got extra money that way. And Britney was just one of many girls in school he was regularly fucking. She told me how they'd fucked just last week right in the middle of the library during a study session.

But, she told me, just a few days later, they had the annual career fair at school, and she saw him slip off into the bathroom with some girl named Lucy.

She saw nothing wrong with this.

After all, she said, he wasn't lying to any of them. They all knew he was fucking everyone.

So my step-daughter was falling prey to a sex maniac. That was what I took from it.

Anyway, Lisa Jay was in town for a location shoot, and she dragged her friend along with her, which gave me a chance for another date with her.

We had a great time, and she was sexy as fuck in the black dress, but still. No putting out from her.

This was going to be the hardest score I ever made.

Meanwhile, Julie's murder was attracting interesting attention.

Some chick from the military police was asking around.

Eventually, she got an interview with Maya, so I got the scoop.

I guess there was some kind of officers' ball going on downstairs while Julie was done, and so the military stepped in to lead the investigation.

Maya was scared because this investigator knew Julie danced for her.

Also, Maya may have been high as a fucking kite while she was getting questioned.

Joao saw this chick, too, while at the gym.

He didn't approach her, but now he knew what she looked like, he promised to keep an eye on her.

I also got some disturbing news from Lima, my bartender.

She told me, basically off hand (but maybe to make me jealous?) about this great fuck she'd just had this week.

I'm all like, hey girl, you do you, I'm happy for you.

And she was all, hey, if you were available every time I wanted a good dicking, I wouldn't need anyone else, but you're in too much demand.

I knew she was buttering me up, but I'm all, damn straight I'm in demand.

So she started to tell me about this great dicking she had just had, whether I wanted to hear about it or not.

He was a massage specialist who had a tendency to get handsy.

Which Lima liked.

And, like I already said, she was keen on talking about how great his dick was.

And he finished every massage session with a torrid fuck.

She said she always had multiple orgasms during her sessions with him.

But what really bothered me was she told me his name was Gabriel. It sounded familiar. Then I remembered, I'd seen Gabriel's Spa as a line item charge on my credit card. I'd never been there, of course. But Elisa was a very devoted massage connoisseur. 

No way my wife is letting this guy fuck her, right?

Anyway, I also had news coming in from Windenburg. My boy Saed, well, he might have both a wife and a concubine, but he still needs to stray, you know? And in Windenburg, that means Dmitry's girls.

And he told me he'd heard from Margot that Dmitry had some new muscle in town. New girls, too, but the new muscle is what had me worried. I'd have to keep an eye out.

Maybe make an excuse to visit Margot myself. She was a fun visit, after all.

But, anyway, my dear diary, I am finally up to current time. Fall is almost over, and it is ending for me with a bang. I was back out west selling some more product, and on a hunch, I visited Alina again. I figured one more shot, right?

So once I had her good an flirty, I made a move. Again.

And this time, she was receptive.

But it got even better, as her roommate, the young porn star Lisa Jay? She just casually walked into the room to watch us fuck.

And in no time, she had joined us.

This was clearly not the first time these chicks had shared a dick.

I'm not sure I can rank nuts, but if I can, that has to be top ten.

Signing off,

Pedro.

It's amazing how time flies. I couldn't believe how 2006 was already slipping into Lame Duck Mode. And things were moving slowly for me. Dead end on the human trafficking story. But my pal at the lab did reach out again.

Mr. Strathclyde

My work is progressing very well, as far as it can go in these sterile settings.

I am making technological progress beyond what I imagined.

And I think I am very close to building the device that will let me test the spores' language in earnest.

I just need a little more time. But if you are patient, I will agree to your suggestion that we meet to go over it in more detail.

Sincerely,

JAS

So, that was still happening. On the home front, Grace finally worked off the baby fat and got back to work. As they had promised, Grace and Chad did a romantic couples scene first.

But that's not what her paying customers are giving up their hard earned simoleons for. They wanted to see her get absolutely drilled, and she didn't disappoint. Her second video after the baby was a gangbang to put all other gangbangs to shame.

What can I say? Girl knew how to take some dick.

Anyway, about this time, I finally pulled the trigger on my own new path to some hot pussy. Pedro had given me the lead for this sugar dating app he used a while back. He had honeys all over the world. Wherever he traveled, he had a warm bed waiting for him. I had been scrolling and looking at profiles for a while, but hadn't tried to chat anyone up. But since I was about to go to Windenburg for a book signing tour, I looked back through the offerings.

And found this super hot Italian chick who was looking for a "daddy" as they say. I made a date with her.

And we hit it off so well, we ended up back at her place.

And it was worth it.

Her skin tone told me that she had a lot of Sicilian blood in her. With African roots.

Which of course didn't bother me at all. If anything, it was hot as hell.

And holy shit could she ride a dick.

I mean, I could have just hired an escort, and that would have cost less, but this was way better.

And now every time I'm in Windenburg, I give her a fat wad of cash, and I have a place to stay. And it's spectacular.

Dear Katerina,

Life is going very well for me since everything went down and Dmitry has decided to leave me alone.

I have left my employment at the "burger joint" as they call it, and am working to becoming a star in this adult film industry that is so big out here. It is slow going, but I enjoy the work. Having sex for fun instead of to be paying off the debt is so liberating. I like to go out dancing.

And if I meet an attractive man at the club, I just go for it.

Even if it is possible others are watching! It is so dangerous and sexy!

And while I am waiting for more opportunities to make films, I make a lot of money simply by logging into my internet here and playing with myself on camera. People actually pay me money to watch this, can you believe it?

And my fellow actors are a blast. Last week, I hopped on a plane with a girl named Skye who I have become friendly with, and we danced the night away in Windenburg!

And when I met a sexy man there and followed him to the water closet...

...It did not take long for Skye to find us, and we both took care of him - it was a very satisfying threesome.

I hope things are going just as well back home with you and the other girls!

Love,

Iliana

Dear Iliana,

Life is very much the same grind here that it has always been. I dance for losers.

And then do more for them upstairs.

And of course, even though I kick up to Joao now, it is still Pedro's club, so when he sees me across the room, I have no choice but to make time for him.

But I am trying at least to be expanding my horizons when I have the free time to do so. I practice cooking and painting and any other hobbies that don't involve getting fucked.

I think I have a natural talent for painting. One client saw a painting I recently did and said it was sexy, but I don't know why he thought that.

It was just a painting of a steak. But he hinted that he might be able to help me get my art sold. That was nice.

Sometimes I get outcalls for rich clients up in Willow Creek. That is nice. Their houses are fancy and they pay better.

But I do have some terrible news. Julie decided to start turning tricks again. She just wasn't making enough money giving lap dances at the club.

Of course, Pedro had forbidden this, on account of her positive test, so she had to do it alone, without him knowing. That meant catering to some of the most debased clients.

It also meant she had no protection. And something terrible happened.

Julie is dead. We don't know who did it. We are pretty sure Pedro did not. Because even though she wasn't under his protection, he was furious. He had a meeting with Maya and Joao about it.

I do not know what they talked about, but I assume it was violence, because Joao showed up horny that night, and he wanted it rough. Only the prospect of violence puts him in that kind of mood. So I had to let him fuck me like a jackhammer.

He even put his hands around my neck.

And pushed my head down into the floor.

And when he came, he pounded me so hard it was painful.

So I think if they find this man who killed Julie, it will not go nicely for him.

We miss you Iliana, I am glad things are going better for you than they are to be going for us.

Love,

Katerina

Luckily, she had no regrets. She was still processing how much she could personally get into it, but she said it had been an undeniably fulfilling sexual experience, and she was looking forward to experimenting more.

So I was a lucky guy, right? The mother of my child, happy to join the same sex club I was in. Nothing could go wrong.

Except a couple of months later, when we found out there were some consequences to our recently lax approach to using birth control.

Yeah, so Anna had gotten knocked up at the Fuckfest. She couldn't be absolutely sure who the father was, but it was very likely Dan, since he'd been the only one to give her a proper intentional creampie. Anyway, another strict rule we had was that, if someone got pregnant, it was entirely up to them what to do. No pressure from anyone else. Anna decided to keep the baby.

But the truth is, she wasn't the only one who got knocked up that day. 

Grace had also gotten the double blue line. She had already decided to have an abortion before she told me, and she didn't tell the rest of the group. The only reason she told me was, due to our experiences that day, there was very little doubt I was responsible.

Of course, I was happy to keep this secret between us, because I thought this might be a little too much for Aiyana after her very first experience with the group. And it didn't put a strain on my relationship with Grace. If anything, it intensified it. Although our liaisons were starting to involve heavier and heavier alcohol consumption.

Anyway, let me go backwards just a bit. After the Fuckfest, I had gotten that email from some nameless scientist about my Strangerville story. I had responded, and was just waiting to hear from him again. A few weeks later, I got another email.

Mr. Strathclyde:

I write again using an encrypted algorithm, so you won't be able to trace me. But I am prepared to meet eventually, if you wish to pursue what I have to tell you.

The company I work for is convinced that the strange plant-like creature you encountered in Strangerville was indeed extraterrestrial in origin. And this is a serious company. Not just some fringe conspiracy theorists with money. The research I have been a part of has followed two lines. First, how to pinpoint the Mother Plant's origin.

Second, how to crack the Mother Plant's apparent mind control abilities.

Well, it didn't take long for us to understand how the spores work. The government had already been half way there. This was how you were able to use their research to create a vaccine of sorts.

But while the company was focused on how the Mother Plant communicated with the spores, I was more interested in how the spores communicated control commands to the sim mind.

I mean, I could definitely use the ability to exert some control over some people. I live in a cheap apartment and all my neighbors are hookers. Sometimes I have to remind them I can hear them through the walls. I mean, they are nice girls. I'll even visit them at the gentlemen's club that serves as their front.

But when I'm trying to sleep in the middle of the night, and the moaning of some John next door wakes me up, having a psychic alien mute button would be helpful, right?

Anyway, I think I've discovered something no one else in this lab has: the language the spores use to control us. It's not a chemical signal. It's a very high-frequency electromagnetic signal. I need to test this outside the lab. Which you may be able to help with. Intrigued yet? If not, consider this. Remember the story a few weeks ago about all the people at the San Myshuno gym who passed out? Gas leak or something, they said?

It wasn't. It was me. It was my first field test of the Mother Plant signals.

Does that get you interested? If so, reply and let me know.

Just a scientist

Obviously, I was interested. It sounded crazy, but after what I'd seen in Strangerville, it was at least worth looking into.

Just a scientist

Am still interested. Let's discuss more.

CS

But he'd given too much away in his email. From the San Myshuno gym to the hookers to the strip club, I couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was, but I knew where to look. So I popped over to Planet Honey to talk to Corey. I made it like I was just on a weed run, but I asked him about any new nerdy clients that stuck out. He didn't have anything for me. The only person acting weird, he said, was his brother. Demarius had apparently decided to start hooking up with some blonde bimbo he met through a sugar dating app. He was spending so much time with her, he was neglecting his regular girls.

And I decided that, at the very least, I should spend some time with some of Demarius' girls. You know, for research background purposes.

Anyway, while I was waiting to hear back from this supposed scientist, I decided to fly back out to Tomarang and see if I couldn't make any progress on the sex trafficking story.

I scoped out one of the low-rent apartments I expected housed some of the local girls.

And I saw someone there who definitely wasn't a local. Very touristy.

So I waited for him to leave, and went in to talk to these girls myself. One of them turned out to be that 15-year-old who had offered me the blowjob on my last trip. The other was her roommate/fellow whore. She looked equally young.

I tried to pry some information out of them about the sex trade in Tomarang.

But they continued to be very tight-lipped.

And eventually, they made it clear that if I wasn't going to pay one of them for a blowjob, I was wasting their time.

And, again, sorry, but this was too creepy for me, so I took my leave.

After I flew back home, I told the entire story to Aiyana.

I swear to God, she asked me, "Why didn't you just let one of them give you a blowjob? Fifteen is legal there."

I reminded her that whatever was legal there, there were still laws against sex tourism here, and besides, legalities aside, I just thought it was wrong. Maybe even morally wrong. Despite the fact that morals weren't something I usually cared about.

So you know what Aiyana did? She reminded me why she's so special.

"Well," she said, "I think for your upstanding behavior you deserve a reward."

And she proceeded to give me the blowjob that I'd earned but been too upstanding to accept.

I mean, how lucky of a guy was I?

Man, it's been a crazy month. I have done so much fucking the past few weeks, I think my dick might fall off. First, I had to go out west on business, which of course meant I stayed with Helen.

But the next morning, I slipped down to the gym to work out.

I turned my head when I heard my name.

It was one of my all-time favorite porn actresses, Skye Limitless. We shared some niceties, catching up.

Then she asked me if I was coming to Chad's wrap party later that day.

I told her I was very busy, but I'd see what I could do. Of course, I'd become a regular at Chad's studio whenever I was in town, but I didn't realize he was having a party that day. A quick call to him, however, secured me the invite.

And Skye was feeling extra horny that day. I'd already been told by several of the girls that I should have gone into acting, and as soon as I arrived, Skye demanded I join her in the hot tub and put on a show for everyone.

Who am I to say no to that request?

Especially when face to face with Skye's fine ass pussy.

So we quickly got down to business. Skye sucked me like a champ - she really was the world's best blowjob.

Then she sat me down and climbed on for a ride.

And just as she had hoped for, we drew a crowd.

With all these professionals watching, I knew I had to do it porn style, so when I was about to come, I pulled out and busted all over Skye's ass.

Which drew some applause from our fans.

But that was just the first leg of a long trip out of town, for me. Next stop, Windenburg, where I met with Saed about the new gun shipments.

He showed me the incoming wares. I was impressed.

And at that price point, I was sure I'd have no problem moving them.

And if going out West means I visit Helen, going to Windenburg means I visit Charlotte. And good thing, too, because thinking of all the money I was going to make with Saed got me horny. Nothing makes me rock hard quite like profit.

A visit to Charlotte is always a good time.

But that day, I told her I wanted more. This time, I wanted something she'd never done before. I wanted her to take me in her ass.

Of course, it was uncomfortable for her at first.

But I took it slow.

And by the end, she was genuinely enjoying it.

So, that whole trip lasted about a week, then I was finally back in Newcrest. Joao had been looking after the place for me. He's become more than just an enforcer since he took care of Irina for me. He's my right hand and a partner. Of course, I bought the hotel after we moved the Russians into better housing. Well, I didn't technically. Some paper company owned by another paper company set up by my lawyers did. And then tore it down, built a house, and sold it to Joao.

He moved in there with Alana. I don't know what's going on with them. I guess they are a couple now? But she still turns tricks, and he still fucks whores. Often at the same time in the same place, since he's spending so much time at Picante now that he manages some of the girls there.

There's many a night where you might find him off in the employee bathroom putting it to one of the girls.

Meanwhile, just outside the door, Alana is picking up a John - or two.

But whatever they are doing, I guess it works for them.

I gotta say, the idea of them sitting around in that house being all suburban domestic is hilarious, though.

I assume they still find time to fuck, though. Even though she'd never wear it at the club, when I ran into them off hours, she was wearing a ring.

Anyway, so I think they have some weird romantic thing going on, but officially, the reason Joao took her with him into the new house was to free up their old apartment for a couple of new girls he was bringing from Brazil. And he learned a trick from the Russians, because instead of breaking them in himself, he auctioned off their virginity. Made big bank for that. A goddamn member of Congress won Lucia.

And Tami? One of my horndog lawyers won her.

Fucking gray hair pervert.

Now, on the home front, Kami was being helpful.

But she was really just buttering us up so we wouldn't complain when she invited her "lab partner" over to go over college prep.

Like she's ever going to go to college. After we heard the shower running, she told us they had spilled some lab supplies on them and took turns cleaning up. But I'm no idiot. I know what was happening.

So when Elisa wasn't around, I decided I couldn't wait any longer, and had to have a talk with Kami.

Of course, she found me telling her to keep her legs shut to be just funny. After all, she pointed out, I had three kids with three different women.

So I leveled with her. I told her she was right. I had made a lot of mistakes and not been safe about it. She should not repeat my mistakes.

She told me not to worry. Joe always wore a condom.

Well, I still don't think you two should be having sex yet, but at least you're smart about it, I told her.

Then she told me all the other guys she fucked also always wore condoms.

I figured she was just joshing with me, but told her that was enough.

But, she asked me, just don't tell mom.

And I promised I wouldn't, but for the entire second half of that conversation, I wasn't even thinking about Kami having sloppy unsatisfying teenage sex. I was thinking about the implications of her "college prep" cover story. The best and brightest students always moved out East. Prep school in Copperdale, college at Britechester. Lots of high achievers out there, plus stressed out teachers and guidance counselors. And they all had money. And they probably all needed uppers. Paola and Fatima had already moved out that way to sling their trade, and I didn't see why I couldn't sling mine, too.

So I quickly put together a plan, and that's what I just finished putting into place this week. I bought a house in Britechester.

And moved in one of my girls from Willow Creek. Britney. I already knew she was extremely intelligent. Sure, she liked to party, but her brain was top notch. So I set her up.

Told her the house was hers as long as she stayed in school.

But she had to focus on her studies.

And she had to get into college. She told me not to worry, as she'd been getting tutored for a couple of years now by some administrator at Britechester who used to be Dean of Admissions or something. Said she had him wrapped around her little finger.

And how did you do that, I asked?

You know what I can do, she said. Let me remind you.

So I did, and she did.

So I got back from that short day trip, and I was drained. Like I said at the beginning. Straight fucking for like three weeks. I should have taken a few days off to recharge. But you know I can't do that. So when I was making my rounds checking in on my girls, and Livia answered the door looking sexy as fuck, I said fuck it, girl get naked and get on the bed now, I want some.

And I think it was probably right while I was coming inside her that I said to myself, P, you ain't never gonna change.

I wanted to remind Aiyana every chance I could that I was very much invested in our family. We might still live apart, but only a creek separated us. I could see her house from my writing room.

And I also wanted to continually gauge her comfort now that she'd officially joined the Chestnut Swingers, but hadn't yet actually been to a gathering.

She promised me she was as ready as ready could be. She'd never had these types of open sexual experiences before, but the thought of them got her hot.

Which got me hot. But, anyway, it was good she was eager. The next gathering, which would be her first, was happening in just a few weeks, and it would be one of our big ones: the Love Day Fuckfest. We didn't do it on Love Day itself, because lots of members worked on Friday, but early morning the very next day, we'd start to gather at my ranch.

Or, in alternate years, Charlotte's mansion, of course. And from right after breakfast until at least midnight, we'd all be fucking like rabbits. I already had Aiyana's first experience planned out, which was my host prerogative, of course, and she was receptive. Since she already knew and liked Grace and Chad, I figured an old-fashioned partner-swapping foursome would be the best way to introduce her to The Life. She thought it was a great idea.

"Chad is hot as hell," she confided in me.

I also tried to prepare her for just what an all-day Fuckfest entailed. That it was a marathon, not a sprint. But I don't think she could quite get it until she experienced it. Nor could you, reader, so I'll save my explanation for when I get to it later this chapter.

Now, the smart thing to do would have been to for me to save my energy for the Fuckfest, but I think you know by now, I'm not that kind of guy. I like to keep busy. And with all my traveling, I hadn't visited Planet Honey in a long time, so I made it a point at the end of the work week to spend an evening there before heading home. The girls were happy to see me.

And I watched some sexy dances.

But, of course, I was really there for more intimate companionship.

And that's what Planet Honey offers.

And they are very good at what they do.

Now about this time, I got a call out of the blue from a man you might remember from early on, Mr. Rock Hardin. I was wary about taking the call, but I answered, and right off the bat he was very friendly and even apologetic.

"Connor," he said, "I just want to say how sorry I am for overreacting the way I did. I know you did your best to keep my name out of it, and it worked."

"In fact, it worked better than you expected! Even though the authorities couldn't pin anything on me from what you wrote, the people in my world who matter knew exactly who you were talking about. So that brought me even more business!"

"Glad to hear it," I told him.

"But, uh, I do have sad news to pass on. You may remember Kylie, one of my girls. She caught a bad chill this winter, and she passed. Doctors couldn't figure out how to help her, and she just withered away."

"Wow, I'm sorry for your loss," I told him. And I meant it.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. But the rest of us are getting along just as well as we can. And now that we've cleared the air, I hope you visit us the next time you are on this side of the pond!"

"Thank you for the offer," I said. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Please do. Cami at least would love to see you again! Now, I can hear the girls starting to have fun without me."

"So I think it is time I join them. Ciao."

And he hung up. Strange call, to say the least. I couldn't figure out what he was up to, but I certainly didn't trust him.

I had to admit, seeing Cami again would be nice, though.

Speaking of traveling, I needed to take a trip out to visit Pedro. I'd finished putting together the first draft of my manuscript, and he wanted to hear about it.

"Here's the deal," he told me. "You deliver two copies of your manuscript to me. Send it to the club. I have better security there. I'll pay you what I promised for the job. But I know nothing about publishing. You want it in print, then you take it to your publisher, and you keep the royalties."

"Totally fair-" I started but he cut me off.

"Before you publish, though, I'm going to take the second copy, and mark out in red ink the parts I don't want you to make public yet. Those parts are for me to sit on. Years from now, when they aren't useful to me anymore, you can put out, I don't know, an extended edition, or whatever."

"You want to keep the best parts in private for blackmail," I said matter of factly.

"Damn right I do," he said. "Look, I know you've sat on stuff for personal reasons before. Never did read that big sex club expose you promised. So don't go all journalistic ethics on me. I paid for this book, I want to use it my way. Got it?"

Pedro wasn't the kind of man you said no to.

"Hey, see this girl coming up to the bar behind me?"

"I do. She's hot."

"That's one of mine. Hey Maddy!" he said to her. "Take my friend upstairs, show him a good time on the house."

And that's what happened.

Anyway, this chapter is running long, and I promised I'd tell you, dear reader, about the Fuckfest, so here it is. We started gathering at my ranch early Saturday morning. Everyone made Aiyana feel very welcome.

But this was a day when we were all geared up to go hard for multiple rounds, so we didn't waste time, and got right down to it. Like I said, we'd agreed beforehand to start Aiyana with a safe foursome.

So we all gathered in the guest bedroom, and got cozy on the bed.

And before long, we were getting freaky. Mostly it was me and Grace together and then Aiyana and Chad together. To do otherwise wouldn't have been in the true spirit of swinging.

Now, we didn't allow anyone else to join, but we did purposefully leave the door unlocked, because we wanted Aiyana to practice getting comfortable with the exhibitionist end of things. And it didn't take long to start drawing a crowd.

And we went on for a while. It was a pretty drawn out, very hot group session.

And when all was said and done, we pulled the swapping double, and Chad busted in my girl.

And I busted in his.

Remember when I said before that wearing condoms was a rule that was loosely followed at best? Well, over the years, we'd all become so comfortable and trusting with each other, that the rule had pretty much become nothing more than a historical curiosity.

There was a lot of fucking going on all over the house.

And I don't think that day you would have found a single rubber anywhere.

I'm not saying that was smart. It wasn't. Just saying we'd fallen into a comfort zone.

Back to the sex party, though. I'd warned Aiyana that I - and all the men - would be in high demand. With twice as many female members as male, and with plans to go strong right up until midnight, the men had to be ready for round 2, round 3, whatever it took to make sure everyone was satisfied.

My first assignment after our foursome broke up and I had a chance to rest was to show some love to Anne.

Which turned into a threesome when Lillian joined us.

And then a foursome when Flora did likewise.

And was that it? No, of course not. Ariana was walking by, and she jumped in, too.

I don't know how I managed to conjure up the cum for all four of them, but I found a way.

Sometimes people had to take a break to get a snack, smoke a joint, or just sit and catch their breath.

Sometimes the men were so worn out, the ladies had to go on without us.

As it was getting late, some folks were still going strong, and I was trying to get a head start cleaning. I walked into the basement party room to see Erick and Sierra in the tub.

I tried to turn right back around, but Sierra saw me, and beckoned me over. And it was time for round three.

At that point, I'm pretty sure it was mostly just hope and dreams I was jerking out onto her tits. After that round was done, I didn't even finish cleaning. I just walked up to my bedroom, and passed out. I don't even remember if Aiyana stayed over. When I woke up after noon on Sunday, she and everyone else was gone. I knew I needed to have a sitdown with her and see how she felt about this now that she'd done it. But first, I checked my email, and saw something interesting.

Mr. Strathclyde-

I am familiar with your work from your days in Strangerville. I am not ready to tell you my name, but I am a scientist who has recently taken an apprenticeship with a company that works closely with the government. I believe a lot of my research is related to what you found in the secret lab there. I'd like to share more with you about this, if you are interested. You can reply to this email. The address is fake, but a packet sniffer on my private computer will detect it, and save it for me.

Signed,

Just a scientist

What could I do? I hit Reply:

Just a scientist-

Tell me more.

-Connor Strathclyde

2006-Mar-03

Hey guys! Chad here. Grace's due date is only days away, and she misses you all dearly, but she needs to rest and prepare for the big day, so she asked me to give you an update on my blog here on the BGP homesite.

Since Grace has been off work for a few weeks, now, I've had to take charge of things, but I'm not complaining. I think if you've seen any of my videos, you already know, I love my job!

That's Kari, there. We just shot a hot video in the hot tub down at the studio.

And we're still working on the final touches, but we'll be uploading the whole thing soon.

Kari is a hot little number, one of my favorite stars to work with.

I think you'll agree she's a natural at turning up the heat.

But I know a few things about heat myself!

You know here at BGP, we specialize in blowjob experts (a theme I'll come back to again in this entry), and Kari is definitely an expert.

So after Kari used her lips to get me good and hard, I fucked her in multiple positions.

I'm telling you, you're going to love this video when it's finished.

And as you've come to expect from my scenes, I finish with a spectacular face-paint!

And Kari shows off her own special skill.

So anyway, I think that's enough stills to tease you with, just a bit more editing, and we'll publish the high-def video.

And our other stars? Well, Skye is getting geared up for the most amazing blowbang we've ever filmed. She's been doing research like a champ. Last week, she visited a couple of friends in the city, two brothers who just both happen to have massive cocks. And she took it in turns sucking them off. Just for practice, you know.

But that girl is insatiable, you know? As soon as she got home, she booty-called Jamal, because as impressive as those guys were, no one can stack up to Jamal.

And finally, we're introducing a new star. You might have seen her before in some of Jamal's amateur scenes. Petra. We finally convinced her to go pro. And while we're disappointed she didn't sign with BGP, she did go with Jamal and sign with AEP, so we'll still be partners.

Since Petra was already familiar with both Jamal's cock and mine, we decided her first scene should be comfortable, and we both took part, and only invited one new dick into the mix, Franco's. Petra was a damn natural.

She was taking all three of us at once, always sucking one and stroking two.

Jamal was the one she was most comfortable with, so he took the lead and started directing her into a triple facefuck.

And when the time came for the money shot?

She was a champ, right down the line. One...

Two...

Three.

I think she enjoyed it.

So there you have it! We still have a lot going on, including some new talent. And before you know it, Grace herself will be back in front of the camera, too! We're thinking for her first scene back, we'll go retro and do an old-fashioned romantic scene, just her and me. What do you all think? Comments open!

She was the only one of Grace's girls I hadn't fucked yet, so this was a big moment for me. It was like getting the last punch on a discount card for your local sandwich shop.

And, was she good? She's a fucking porn star. Of course she was good.

But, anyway, I just had to get that out to brag a bit. Kim really had nothing to do with anything, other than being a very fun way to start off the winter. No, the big thing for me was, my research for my book about the history of Newcrest was almost over. I'd fully covered the Irish/Italian/famous law firm angle. Now it was time to talk to the next generation. When the Galicians moved in.

The easiest place to start was the Guterres household. They were one of the first families to move in after the Italians and Irish started fleeing for nicer neighborhoods. And they also just happened to be Pedro's in-laws.

Tomas was a good guy.

And his wife Lorena was also top-notch.

So I interviewed them about their early experiences in Newcrest. Tomas was clear that they moved here for opportunity. To give their daughter Elisa a better shot at a great life.

Of course, I had to ask him about Pedro. Was he happy with Elisa's choice for a partner?

He said he was. Pedro provided for her. She lived in one of the biggest mansions in the city now, and had someone to take care of her children.

I thought that was very practical.

And when I asked Lorena how she felt about things.

She said much the same. She was very happy her daughter had found a stable and providing man to support her.

I didn't want to be too judgmental, but I did think it sounded a little old-fashioned.

Both Tomas and Lorena were agreed that their marriage was rock-solid. They seemed to be genuinely in love. And they were not shy about telling me that their coupling was still very passionate.

But Lorena also told me on the side that she had a masseuse who helped her stay relaxed, and it apparently helped their marriage somehow, but she still ended with, "But don't tell Tomas, please, he doesn't need to know."

And Tomas told me that he avoided bringing stress home by blowing off a little at Picante, but also, "Don't tell Lorena, I don't think she would like me visiting there."

After I talked with the Guterres, I had to take a break from my research, because Charlotte was hosting a swingers' club meeting. She made it clear she had a specific desire that night.

"I want to watch you fuck Jimena," she said.

Who am I to argue with that?

But of course, it didn't take long for Charlotte to get involved herself.

And I ended up in one of the hottest threesomes I can remember.

Grace, by now not actually taking part in the festivities because she was in her third trimester, even sat down to watch the show we put on.

And let's just say I summoned up quite the finish for this one.

The post-coital chat was, shall we say, decorated.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Erin was all the rage in the gossip rags. Showing off her baby bump.

I really didn't see how they were going to make it. Having a significant other was definitely going to cramp Marco's style.

But, whatever. More power to them, I guess.

Aiyana finally joined us at a nudist gathering. She seemed comfortable with it.

And made some friends.

She told me later she thought it was very liberating.

Although she did see a few things that hinted at something a little more daring.

But I'll come back to that. I got back to my research and interviewed Maya.

I was very keen on her version of the Newcrest story. She'd been Pedro's top girl since the beginning.

I wanted to know how it all developed, how the city had transitioned from what it was before to what it was now.

She said it was simply fate and math. The law firm had brought a ton of money into the town, and all that cash to burn combined with horny men wanting to get off made the sex industry a no-brainer.

So you and Pedro and the others were just filling a role that was destined to be filled, anyway? I asked her.

That was exactly right, she said. These guys wanted to bang something besides their stuffy, alcoholic wives, and we gave them that.

I mean, you personally know how good I am at what I do, she reminded me.

Can you blame them?

Of course, I did, and I couldn't. On the way home, I was starting to feel, well, you know, and ran across one of the Russians I knew from way back. She used to dance for Pedro, but she'd transferred to Maya's club. Didn't take long for her to invite me inside.

But I decided I wanted something more. I went home, and invited Aiyana over.

I did warn you this was a busy season for me.

Anyway, one more interview. Paola and Fatima. Pedro's first girls. They had paid off their debt, quit the club, and moved off to the Northeast to try to make their fortunes off professors and trust fund babies.

They explained their take on the Newcrest sex industry.

It was far better than the alternatives they'd seen.

Girls trafficked from overseas. Dark shit.

But they didn't have that problem. Pedro treated them right.

And when they paid off their debt to him, they went freelance, and good as his word, he let them keep dancing at Picante as long as they wanted.

And that was how they saved up the money for this nice house in Copperdale.

Anyway, long chapter, I know. Almost done. I knew the book was almost finished, so I was getting a head start on my next project. Remember Charlotte and, before that, the Windenburg businessman named Rock? I wanted to dig into this sex slave business. Highly illegal, obviously, but they were very open about it. I wanted to learn more, and I got a tip that I should take a trip to Tomarang. Since it was almost New Year's and very cold, that suited me just fine.

I wasn't there long before I was approached by a working girl.

She was very blunt. Did I want to have a good time? She could provide it.

I tried to ask her some questions about the skin trade.

But she had no time for that. "Look, do you want a blowjob or not?" she asked.

And yeah, I do like blowjobs, but this girl looked young. Too young. Maybe 14 young. I couldn't pull that trigger. As soon as I started wavering, she said, "Look, you're wasting my time," and left.

Luckily, it didn't take me long to find another working girl who was a bit older.

I mean, probably still too young for me, to be honest, but at least she was legally an adult.

And I tried to interview her, but just like the first girl, she was anxious to get right down to business.

I guess time is money, right?

She had some skills.

But honestly, the efficiency of it was a bit of a turnoff.

I was paying her to fuck, and so she felt like we should hurry up and fuck.

I wasn't paying her to waste her time talking.

So we fucked, and then she finished me with her mouth.

And that part was pretty excellent. She was very good at that.

And in the end, I got what I'd paid for, right?

But what I didn't get was really any useful information about this sex slave trade. I guess I'd have to make more trips in the near future.