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day, she knew to remove it before knocking on Benny’s door. He liked his women braless, especially when they had breasts the size and firmness of Melody’s.
    Benny slipped his hands inside her blouse and caressed the velvety skin as if he were a blind man seeing with the sensitive touch of his fingertips. She released the obligatory purrs when he pinched her nipples.
    “That feels so good,” Melody murmured. “Don’t stop.”
    Benny obliged. None of his women had implants. That was another of Benny’s no-nos. A woman jiggling fake tits in his face didn’t work for him, mainly because they didn’t jiggle. Breasts should be natural and bouncy, soft to the touch and responsive. Benny knew his requirements weren’t universal. Some men found more than a mouthful excessive. His wife was large-breasted, much larger than Melody’s full C cup, and Eileen’s were all hers.
    Melody stood and continued her striptease down to her lavender silk thong. When she kicked it aside, Benny stared at her all-over tan, including her shaved mound.
    “How was your weekend?” he asked.
    “As you’d expect. Mischa’s yacht is obscenely large, and the food was to die for. Cindi and I sunbathed nude on the deck with him. He doesn’t ask much for himself. Pretty traditional, actually; always a gentleman. He relished watching us together, which got him sizzling. Then he joined in. We knew what he wanted before accepting the assignment and agreed. Cindi’s quite a good partner.”
    “I’m sure you were both well paid.”
    Benny knew the client―a billionaire who couldn’t divorce his only wife without being screwed out of half his fortune. Benny arranged discrete trysts with a variety of beautiful, intelligent young women who knew how to revive an older man’s cock and make him feel young ag ain, without the aid of a little blue pill.
    Benny handled these arrangements personally, mentioned the fees his ladies set and, if accepted, collected his percentage directly from the client. This relieved him of taking a cut from his women. That would make him a pimp—a word he found distasteful. He preferred to think of himself as…an agent.
    “That’s why hardly anyone leaves you, Benny. A couple of girls who did wound up with unscrupulous slugs who hooked them on drugs and pimped them out to lower paying clients. Before long, they were used up and on the streets, giving blow jobs to johns in cars for twenty a pop.”
    “I tried to tell them. Allura wanted back in, but I had to say no. No man wants a woman with track marks on her arms. It broke my heart. She was a beautiful woman.”
    “Gives me the shivers,” Melody said breathlessly.
    Benny figured she was feigning the tremors, but who cared when each heave put her magnificent assets into action.
    “And what about Serena?” Melody asked. “Dead. Fished out of the river. Who could have done such a thing?”
    Benny’s stomach took a dive. What if the cops asked his women? Should he tell them to shut up? No. That would look like he had something to hide. Better keep his mouth shut. He hoped he didn’t visibly show concern. Melody’s voice broke through his meandering thoughts. So did her hands, unzipping his fly.
    “Does Daddy want Mommy today? Or does he want Melody the wicked stepmother?”
    Her long, slim fingers slipped inside to stroke his cock with a feel-good, gentle touch. Unfortunately, it took longer these days to get off. It wasn’t age, he didn’t think. More like what used to turn him on didn’t work as fast anymore. He constantly needed more kink. His girls were patient and considered arousing him a challenge. They never acted bored. The money was too good.
    “Save the mommy routine for the fat man tonight. This time he wants baby sister to watch. Since you and Cindi got on so well, Colin asked if she’d grab a rattle and crawl all over him while you take him to Never-Never Land .”
    “ Never-Never Land is a whole continent with that one. Good thing I work out. I’m always afraid he’s going to bounce on the wrong place and break something.” She sighed. “But for now?”
    “Make me happy, baby. Start with these.” He held up a pair of custom-made nipple clamps. “Then…you know what I like. You can finish with a massage.”
    Melody straddled him. He squished her breasts together and licked and sucked enough to get her hot, careful never to leave marks. Her satisfaction wasn’t a priority, but he wanted her to enjoy what she was doing so