Ann: The Married Years Ch. 12

"Just so you know, Mary Ann, I would have given you the money without you... well, you know."

"I know," she nodded.

Her warm, sweet expression made his heart beat faster again. "I wish I would have told you that before we went into the room."

Her laugh brought him a smile. "Where's the fun in that?"

"True. But I want you to know your ideas are solid. You really opened my eyes by having me come here to see the house... and you," he winked. "I never would have known if you hadn't shown me first hand. You need to know that you had me convinced when you explained the changes you're going to make when we walked through the house. This place is going to be awesome."

"Thanks. I think so too."

"Well like I said, I'll have the paperwork drawn up and ready for you to sign by 5:00. I'll be working late tonight, so there's no hurry. Just give me a call before you leave to come over so I can meet to let you in."

Her eyes flashed when he told her he'd be at the office past the time the lobby closed. "So, you're going to be working late."

"Yes, unfortunately. I've been doing that a lot the last few months," he shrugged, not really wanting to go into the details.

Straightening his tie for him, she grinned impishly. "Me too."

"Pardon?"

With a playful shrug, she said, "I'll be working late too."

"I'm not sure I understand. Do you want to sign the paperwork tomorrow instead?"

"No. I'm suggesting you could bring the paperwork here for me to sign."

"Uh... okay. Why?"

"I said before that this is the last night this house is going to be a brothel So that would mean it's the last night I'm going to be a... prostitute," she said with a tittering sigh, her eyes closing for just a moment as she let that thought wash over both of them. Flashing them open, she added, "But... the night isn't over Charles, and a working girl needs to be available for her regulars; especially if they've been putting in a lot of hours at their job."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"You can't be a regular if you only wrote your name in the book one time. Why don't you become the first Charles Danielson to show up at Henrietta's twice in the same day?" she said, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Seven o'clock okay with you?" he asked excitedly.

Her giggle made his heart flutter. "I'll pencil you in."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mary Ann was remarkably calm. Some of that had to do with the wine she'd had. And certainly some could be attested to the incredible orgasms she'd experienced. It had been a long time since she'd had sex. Even longer since she'd felt that kind of satisfaction.

"Have I ever?" she wondered, knowing that she hadn't. For what it was worth, Charles was the best lover she'd ever had, which was why she was so quick to renege on her comment of it being a one time thing. She knew it couldn't be more than whatever they might do that evening, but if he was willing come over again, she was more than happy to let him bring her that ecstasy one last time.

It surprised her that she'd taken so well to what she'd done earlier in the day. Like Charles, she'd been a bit worried about feelings of guilt she might have considering he was married. But she explained that away by being where she was, and who she'd pretended to be. The house practically demanded sex, and she'd gotten lost in the role of being madam, servicing one of her regular appointments; a strong, handsome one at that.

She knew that was a thin excuse, but there was something to it. Once they entered the bedroom upstairs, it was easy for both of them to become part of the legend of the house. She ate her pasta and bread at the kitchen table, loading up on carbs, hoping she'd need that energy for what she dreamed would be another rigorous romp on top of the well-worn mattress. While she did, her mind was replaying the last one. She could hear it, the squeaking and creaking of the room, like a serenade of sexual bliss.

Her hand reached for her pussy, feeling the wetness. She couldn't remember the last time she spent that many hours naked in her house. After he'd left, she cleaned up a bit, discarding her outfit. She never bothered to put anything back on. Walking around the hard wood floors in just her heels, she felt more full of life than she ever had.

Washing and drying the dishes, she cleaned up the kitchen before departing upstairs with her glass of wine. But not before taking another risk. It was a beautiful day outside, and she decided to let some fresh air inside. She did that by opening the front door. That she did it in the nude was a rush, knowing someone at the bustling outlets across the street might see. Undeterred, she placed the hook into the eye screwed into the doorframe to latch closed the screen door before going to get herself ready.

Just before seven, the quiet rap on the door made its way to her ear as she finished applying her makeup. Taking a calming breath, she stepped back, pleased with her look. "My next gentleman caller is here," she said to herself, her heartbeat rising with anticipation.

Carefully traversing the stairs, she made her way to the lower floor, the long robe she was wearing flowing behind her. She could see him staring through the mesh or the screen door, watching her as she made her way to his level, and she was certain she caught his gasp at her attire.

She didn't close the front of the robe until she'd nearly made it to the door, and even then the sheer fabric did nothing to hide her sexy body from his eyes. Casually flipping open the latch, she welcomed him inside, closing the heavy front door to offer them some privacy.

Without being asked, he went directly to the registry, signing himself in like a frequent guest of the establishment. She smiled, waiting for him to finish before dutifully adding her name next to his.

"Shall we?" she asked, leading him toward the staircase.

"Actually, I think it would be better if we took care of this first," he replied, holding up his briefcase.

"If you think that would be best," she smiled.

"I think we should finish one transaction before we start another."

"That's an interesting thought. So this is a second one?"

"If it isn't, there would have been no need to write my name in the book again. Right?"

His wink caused her pussy to spasm. It began leaking as if he'd just turned on a faucet. Trying to regain her composure, she turned to walk toward the kitchen, allowing the robe to slip from her shoulders along the way.

"You're right, Charles. Let's do business before your pleasure."

"Hmm... like you aren't going to enjoy what I'm going to give you, you little minx!"

"I'm not going to apologize for loving what I do and enjoying some of the perks that come with it. Be that as it may, let's let you do your job now, so I can take you upstairs and do mine."

They spent forty minutes sitting at the table, going over all the documents. She signed so many things she felt like one of the regulars that used to visit the brothel. And for every time she signed, it seemed she initialed five. He'd given her a below market interest rate on the remodeling loan, and an even lower one on the money needed to establish inventory and purchase the racks and infrastructure required to run a retail business. As for the line of credit, it was far more than she'd asked for.

She was just about to sign in the last place he'd marked. But she stopped when he said, "All your banking will be free, as will our payroll services."

Putting down the pen, she looked at him, worry in her eyes. "Charles, this is too much. I didn't ask for half of this."

"No. But if you're going to get this off ground, you need our support. That's all I'm doing."

"You're doing too much!"

"I'm only doing what's been done before."

"What in the world does that mean?"

"Let's just say you're not the only one that's been combing through our shared history. I did some research on the financing the bank... my Grand Dad, provided your Grandma Bonnie. All I'm doing is giving you the comparative for today's economy."

"But... are you going to get in trouble?"

"With who... my dad?" he laughed.

"Your dad?"

"Well sure. He's the President and C.F.O now. He's also fully aware of what his dad did for your family. How else can you explain him coming here time after time and not having to pay?"

"Well, yeah. But this is different."

"Actually, no it isn't. They had to answer to shareholders back then just like we do now. And from a risk analysis standpoint, this fits the guidelines. I'll admit, it's a sweet deal, but it's not like we aren't making money off it. Besides, there's something to be said for continuing doing business with valued customers. Your vision to take Henrietta's legacy and transform it into this store is something we should be proud to be a part of."

"I agree. But I don't want to take advantage, just because... well, because of what we did."

"And I told you, I would have done this without that. Your research explained everything, especially when I corroborated it with mine. You've proven this house has been a part of this town's history for generations. We were partners up until Bonnie was forced to shut things down. There's no reason not to support you in exactly the same fashion now that you're selling happiness again."

Mary Ann practically jumped out of her seat hearing him say they were going to sell happiness. He'd remembered her telling him that earlier in the day, and that had her giddy inside. Picking up the pen, she quickly signed and dated the last page, before dropping the pen and picking up her wine glass.

"To partners," she smiled.

He took his, and added, "The best kind."

"This is still a one day thing, Mr. Danielson."

"I totally understand, Miss Dawson."

As she downed the rest of her wine, he picked up all the papers, tapping them on the table to get them in order before putting them in a file folder, and then in his briefcase. Closing it, he snapped the latches shut.

"Congratulations, Mary Ann," he grinned as he stood, sticking out his hand.

She walked around the table, the swaying of her naked breasts accentuated by the one in her hips. Instead of shaking his hand, she opened her arms, hugging him. As he hugged her back, she snaked a hand between their bodies, firmly gripping at the hard cock she knew she'd find.

"Thank you for everything, Charles."

"Mmm... you're welcome."

Taking him by his tie like she had earlier, she glanced over her shoulder. "Come on, sweetie. It's time for me to do my job now."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mary Ann could feel the blood leaving her fingers. She was fairly sure she had developed a blister on her left palm as she held onto the metal bars of the headboard for dear life.

Her head was pressed against the mattress, her right cheek rubbing against the fitted sheet, which had come loose and was no longer in place. The moans she was emitting sounded like a coxswain, urging for the strokes to be hard and fast. And that seemed apropos, considering she was simply along for the ride at that point.

Charles was gripping her ass cheeks, pulling them apart with his thumbs as he reamed her back hole. She was on her knees, her tits smashed into the old bed. Every once in a while her legs would start to slip out to the side, lowering her body. But he'd reach beneath and grab her by the waist to position her how he wanted.

The romance of being a pretend prostitute had worn off with the anger with which he was fucking her. There was nothing romantic at all about how he was taking her. It was ruthless, and bit violent. It was the harshest a man had ever treated her. It was exactly how it needed to be when she promised him she could take it, because that's what he apparently needed. To her perverse mind, it was therapy for him... and a part of the job for her.

Not that she didn't thoroughly love every stroke of he was giving her. She'd cum a half-dozen times since they'd started a couple of hours before. He'd cum in her pussy once, and then on her face, the two of them resting in between. Now, he was working on a final orgasm. But having cum so many times that day, it was taking a while for him to build up another load. And that meant she was on the receiving end of the reaming of a lifetime.

There were no conscious thoughts running through her head, other than to hold on and breathe. For his part, he'd become a Neanderthal, the only thing his limited brain function would allow was to meet the need he craved; that being to need to fuck. It was as primal as anything he'd ever done sexually.

The aggression he was using was startling, but he continued. The room had been screaming for Mary Ann, who was having trouble doing it herself. At that point she figured she'd be hoarse for a week. She could feel his nails digging into her skin, prying her ass open wider to accept the girth of his flesh. The man had certainly been blessed with a large, fat weapon. And from her perspective, he expertly knew how to wield it.

She was building up to another orgasm, his heavy balls slapping against her clit in a way she'd never experience before. She loved anal sex, having gotten turned on to it by a boyfriend in college. But this was on a new level. This was earth-shattering.

"OOOHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKK!" she howled, her latest climax rattling off the window to her right.

"UUUHHHH," was his approving grunt of response. Still he was unrelenting as his hips flew back and forth.

Her hands slipped off the bars, going between them, now pressing against the plaster wall. "Oh dear god," she panted, wondering when the assault would end, yet hoping it never would. She was in a state of confusion; the line between too much and not enough constantly being re-drawn in her head.

Ten long minutes later, his strokes became erratic, and he grabbed her waist to hold on to her more tightly. Her ass cheeks snapped closed around his cock, her hole gripping at his shaft. He let loose a torrent of expletives as he began spewing his hot seed into her bowels. She mewled, loving how his cock felt as it spasmed inside her.

Pulling out, he collapsed next to her, lying on his back. She let her legs slide back, and she reached to her left, toying with the hair on his chest as they caught their breath.

Yet it didn't take long before she said, "You need to go. Now."

Hearing the way she'd said it, he panicked. "I got carried away, Mary Ann. I'm sorry."

"I'm not. That was incredible. But you need to go. It's almost midnight."

"I already told you, there's no rush to get home. You know where she is. You know what she's doing."

"And I know what you were told to make sure you were protected."

"Who's going to know?"

"With the way you had me screaming? I'd say everyone within a five-block area, Mr. big dick!"

"I just don't want to rush off afterward, you know?"

"I do. And that's sweet of you. But I'm a whore, so I'm used to it. Now get going. You've already got me questioning my 'one day only' agreement. It's hard for a girl to walk away from a fucking like that; literally."

"And as I explained, as much as I wish that were true, it's obviously not," he shrugged.

"Nevertheless, that doesn't change anything right now, does it?"

"No, I guess it doesn't," he said as he reluctantly got off the mattress.

He began getting dressed, watching her as she lay there. She looked so filthy, her body covered in sweat, her beautiful hair now matted and thrashed about. The makeup she'd so painstakingly applied had run down her face, some from the way he'd cum there earlier. He caught a glimpse of her left knee; which was actually a little bloodied. He could only assume the other one was as well. She was looking at her hand, playing with the blister she knew would be there.

He noticed the nail marks in her ass. Her parted legs showed off her pussy, which was red and swollen. Her asshole was still gaped open. And there was cum everywhere; hers mixed with his. She looked like she'd been used by a dozen men; not just one.

Not bothering to put on his tie or coat, he slipped on his shoes.

"Get some rest, Mary Ann," he said as he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. Removing a wad of bills, he dropped them on the nightstand.

"That the hell is that for?" she smirked.

"That's for our second meeting today. If my name is in the book twice, then you should get something twice."

"Did I not explain the banker discount?"

"And did my great-grandfather not ignore it? If that's good enough for Henrietta, then it should be good enough for you. Besides, this means I'm not having an affair, and you should know by now that that's really important to me. So if you don't mind, take the money."

Instead of arguing, she simply shrugged. "Suit yourself, Charles. You know that's only going to turn me on and make me want to do this again."

"Which is why I'm going," he winked.

"I mean after today, silly."

"And I'm just as tempted as you are. But... I think we both know that needs to not happen."

"Not now. But... maybe when things get settled down for you. You know... once everything's run its course," she said with a smirk. His answer was a wink and a smirk, unable to say anything. She knew he wouldn't, mainly because he couldn't. Letting go of her fantasy, she moved. "Let me walk you to the door."

"I can let myself out, dear."

"You can't turn the deadbolt from the outside though."

He watched her hobble toward the doorway, both her knees indeed reddened from the rug-like burns the mattress created. She didn't care though. All her thoughts were on what they'd shared. And it wasn't simply the fuck of her life she'd just experienced. It was what he'd told her between his orgasms, as she sucked him hard a second time. Much like the other women that had worked in the house, she became part-slut, part-therapist, listening while her 'gentleman caller' poured out his heart, telling her his troubles.

She picked up the robe she'd left on the floor downstairs, groaning when she bent over. He playfully slapped her ass when she did, and she barked. Then she said, "Where was that before? I love being spanked while someone fucks my ass."

"I'll put that in your file," he teased.

"Please do," she retorted as she put on the robe, still not bothering to close it. They met at the door, just as the chimes of the wall clock struck midnight. She handed him his briefcase, and he went to kiss her on the cheek. Instead, at the last second, she turned, grabbing his head, pulling him into a long, wet kiss.

He looked like he'd just been involved in something terribly wrong when she finally let him go. As if him fucking her while he was married was okay, but somehow the kiss itself crossed the line. Actually, that's exactly how he felt.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to kiss you."

"You didn't. I kissed you,' she smiled.

"But why?"

"When a man fucks a woman like you just did, he deserves a kiss."

"Is that a rule, or something you're just making up?"

"I just made it up. But I have a feeling the women in my family have been kissing the Danielson men all along. Seriously, how could we not?" she chuckled.

"I don't know what to say."

"Say goodnight Charles. I'll see you at that bank. And I'll keep you informed on my progress here."

He nodded. "That sounds right."

"I don't know about right. But that's how it has to be. Just let me know when you're done with your dilemma. I'd love to know if there's a happy ending."

He didn't elaborate. Again, she knew he wouldn't, because he couldn't. Instead, he stepped onto the porch. She stood just inside the door, her naked body still exposed for him. Halfway down the steps, he stopped to look again. She gave a sexy wave, but he had one more thing on his mind.