Penultimate Hustle: L.A. - Chapter Six

6 – Perfection

Janique held the door
open and the girls walked in, forming a vee ahead of her. Already,
she loved her entourage. They were a sexy little female gang. The
shop was quiet and empty, and the proprietor's eyes bulged at the
sight of them. But he played it cool, as though this sort of thing
happened every day.




“Hi,” she said. “I
need five thousand cards on your priciest stock. Black, with gold
embossed lettering, in this distribution.”




He accepted the list
with the text she wanted, and she found herself amused at the sight
as his eyes grew wider still.




“Wow,” he said.
“Ordinarily, I'd caution you about ordering so many at once, but
you seem, uh, very confident. Let me see what it'll cost.”




He forced himself to
focus on his adding machine for a moment, and eventually said,
“Eight-hundred and fifty-six dollars. My name's Romeo Montague, by
the way.”




“Romeo Montague?
Seriously?”




“Yeah. Montague's my
family name, and I guess my parents thought it would be funny. I'm
not much of a Casanova though, to mix metaphors."




Janique laughed. “How
long would it take?”




“This number? Oh,
three days.”




“We can make it an
even thousand. Two days.” She had no pressing need to get them that
quickly, but she was enjoying the power play.




“I'd have to work
overtime, but I think I can do that. I work alone,” he added.




An idea formed in her
head, but she resisted the urge to announce it too soon.




“Well, I can give you
cash, or-”




“How'd you like to
fuck the shit out of us, instead?” Mia said, shamelessly.




Romeo's facade
crumbled, and his face went pale, and then bright red.




“Gee, I don't know. I
need the money, and Julie'd kill me.”




“Your wife's name is
Julie? Close enough, I guess,” Janique said. “Do you have any
kids?”




He nodded. “Yep.
Pride and Joy.”




“That's their names?”




“Right.”




“Very cool. So what
do you say?”




“I'm torn. It's a
very, uh, tempting offer. I mean, I love my wife...”




“But she doesn't get
down like the porno bitches, right?”




“Right,” he
admitted.




“Well, we do
get
down like the porno bitches. And we're very discreet. Does she ever
come here?”




“No,
she hates the shop. She wants me to spend more time with her and the
girls. But the sales just aren't there to hire anyone, and I don't
trust anyone to run the place, anyway.”




“I
might be able to offer a solution. And I can promise you the best sex
you've ever had. Right now.”




He
caved, and moved to lock the door. “We Romeos do have high
libidos...”




“Wait.
You don't mess with nasty street whores, do you? Escorts, maybe?”
Janique asked.





“Me?
No way. I could never cheat on my wife.”




“Well,
this isn't cheating. It's business. Girls, set up the cameras.” she
commanded, and they scrambled to set up tripods near the back of the
room.




“Cameras?”
Romeo gulped in apprehension. He was afraid he was getting himself
into a blackmail situation.




“Company
policy. Otherwise, it's prostitution. And I need you to sign a
release form.”




“I
don't know about all this,” he admitted.




“Does
Julie watch porn?”




"Never."




“Some
women are like that. It's an insecurity or something. But at least
you know she'll never see it. Anyway, do we have a deal?” She
proffered the release form.




Romeo
sighed, defeated by his desires. “Yes.” He scrawled his name on
the form.





“I'll
need a copy of your driver's license, too.”




“Driver's
license?” He looked up, and Janique had her tits out. “No
problem.”




“Ready,
girls?” she called out.





“Yes,
mommy,” Gia said. “We're rolling.”




'Come
on, Romeo. Let's see if you can live up to your name.” She led him
by the hand to the center of the three cameras the girls had
arranged, and pulled her own handheld from her bag.




“Strip,”
she told the four of them. He hesitated, and Janique grew annoyed.
“For fuck's sake. This is not the time and place for modesty. We
don't care about what kind of shape you're in.”




The
girls disrobed, and then help him finish taking off his clothes.





“Ever
fuck a black girl?” Lateesha whispered in his ear.




Romeo
shook his head no.




The
girls tried not to look disappointed at his somewhat undersized dick,
which had grown hard, despite the stress and pressure of the
situation. Mia and Gia knelt in front of him, taking turns swallowing
his cock and licking his balls. When Lateesha tried to spread and
lick his ass, he panicked.




“What
are you doing?”




“Relax,”
Janique said, getting some nice shots of the action. This was good,
she thought. It had pathos.




He
did, and Lateesha tried again. But the moment she touched him with
her tongue, he pulled out of Gia's mouth and squirted on the carpet.





“Bad
Romeo!” Janique scolded. “I ought to make you lick it up.”
Something about him brought out her dominant side, one that she
ordinarily reserved for females. “On your hands and knees, worm.”




Powerless,
he did as she told him. Janique slipped out of her clothes
single-handedly, laid down in front of him, and spread her legs,
continuing to film. “Now eat my pussy,” she said. He was more
than happy to oblige.




Mia
and Gia got on their backs and slid under him, and Lateesha licked
his ass and balls from behind. Apparently, that was her thing. They
all began to get into it again, when he came a second time. The twins
devoured it, and then complained.





“Mommy,
he came again,” Mia said, disappointed.




This
was going nowhere fast.




“Spank
his fucking ass, girls,” she told them, changing her approach.




Janique
rose and stood in front of him, looking down at him both figuratively
and literally. The girls paddled him with delight, and she was
unsurprised to see that he had already regained his erection.




“Romeo,
you're going to stick your dick in each of my girls before we go. Do
you understand me?”




“Yes,
ma'am,” he said meekly.




The
three lined lined up on their hands and knees, and Janique moved him
behind Lateesha, who was on the left this time. She guided his cock
into her and urged him on. “Fuck her hard,” she said, and he did
his best to follow orders. After a minute or so, Janique made him
pull out and she cleaned the delicious taste off of him.




“Next,”
she said, and moved him to Mia, repeating the process. When he had
finally reached Gia, Romeo couldn't take any more. Three strokes
later, and he came all over her 'Perfection' tattoo. Lateesha and Mia
lapped it up for the cameras, and then snowballed each other, before
spitting it all into Gia's mouth.




“For
shame, Romeo,” Janique said. “I was going to let you fuck me,
next.”




“I
don't think I could handle it,” he admitted, and laid back, panting
and exhausted.




Professionals
to the end, the girls switched off the cameras and pulled towels from
their bags. They dried the sweat from his body, and the twins laid on
either side of him and cuddled as he caught his breath. To Romeo,
that was the best part. He nearly cried at their gentleness and
consideration.




“I
want to buy the shop,” Janique announced unexpectedly.





He
raised his head to look at her. The girls moved to get dressed and
pack up the gear.

“I'm
listening,” he said. At that point, he would have given it to her.




“I
propose a lump sum buy-out arrangement, and I'll retain you as a
consultant. You can train some of my people, and draw a salary. Not
to mention,” she said, “you can have sex with one of them every
week.”




Romeo
was stunned, but he knew a good deal when he heard one. It was too
enticing to pass up.




“Deal,”
he said without thinking.




“Great.
Now you can spend more time at home, and get away when you need to.”




“This
is like a dream come true. How could I say no?”




“Please,”
she said. “It's what I do. This place is about to become Beverly
Hills' best kept secret. Girls, tell Mr. Romeo goodbye.”




Each
delivered him an open-mouthed kiss, and walked out without a word.





“We'll
be in touch,” Janique called out over her shoulder.




At
the curb, they found the cabbie waiting for them.




“San
Fernando?” he asked with a grin.