Jack Parker - Photo orgy

By Labor Day, I had six broads on the list and six hundred in the bank. They were averaging out ten bucks a week each, some a little more, some less, and I was kicking in fifteen of my own to round it out to a nice seventy-five a week.

Doris Stanyon had been no trouble. She did a lot of crying at first but she came through. The worst had been Betty Ayres. I was lucky to get out of her place in one piece, the way she was cursing me and throwing things. She refused at first, so I gave her a week to think it over. When I didn't hear from her, I stopped by one Saturday morning when she and her husband were out in the yard. I made believe I was asking for directions. I just wanted an excuse to be with both of them, to remind Betty I was serious and her husband could be wised up very easily. Well, it worked. She got so pale as I chatted with Mr. Ayres on the front lawn that I thought she'd need a transfusion. Two days later I got the first payment in the mail.

The other two, Jean Donaldson and Marsha Katz, were pushovers. Of course, all the while Tony had been pestering me but I kept putting him off and he was pretty well trained. He realized he wasn't gonna be getting any through me and he'd just have to be satisfied with taking the pictures every so often.

As for me, I had run out of housewives and was scouting around for more. I figured I needed at least a hundred a week to keep on schedule; I wanted to be in business by spring.

I added twenty-five a week to the fund on the last Sunday in September.

It started at the Grange Fair. Every year, when autumn rolls around, Northridge has this big outdoor fair where all the farmers and manufacturers and private people display their wares. For three days, the field in back of the police station is filled with farm machinery, home-grown flowers and produce, livestock, booths with wheels of chance, amusement park rides, hot dog stands and a lot more. Everywhere you turn, some guy is making a pitch to play this game to help out the auxiliary police get new uniforms, or buy that chance on a new Caddy to support the volunteer fire department.

It was a perfect afternoon to be out looking at stuff. The sky was deep blue, with puffy white clouds; a good breeze was blowing and sending the colored leaves all over, and the smell of burning leaves and fresh hay blew with the wind. It was a crisp day, maybe sixty or so. I was wearing a pair of old chinos and a wind breaker, and was standing over in the parking area just behind the merry-go-round, talking to an old high school buddy, Bob Jonas.

"I'll be getting a new one next March or April," he was saying. "Of course, I'll be trading this one in then. I figure they should give me around a thousand for it."

We were talking about his '67 Chevy van. I had been walking around it, checking it out.

"Well, like I was saying, Bob, I'm gonna need a truck about then, so if this one's still in good shape, I'd pay you cash for whatever the dealer offers in trade."

"Sure, that'll be fine with me. Might as well help an old buddy out," Bob said. He was a tall, gangly guy, in the roofing line. His truck had his name on it, but that wouldn't be much trouble to change.

Just then a strong gust of wind swept across the lot, kicking up a cloud of dust and leaves. We both brought our hands up to our collars and turned our backs to the wind.

"Well, I gotta get going," Bob shouted. "Listen, I'll see you around." He climbed into the truck.

"Yeah," I said. "Don't forget, you got a customer."

I walked back into the fair grounds. Just as I was passing the ticket booth at the merry-go-round and wondering where to go, there was a knock on my back from something heavy. I turned around and there was Annie, my ex-girl, swinging her big leather bag. And with her was Jo.

"Hey, stranger," Annie said.

"Well, what do you know?" I said. "What are you two doing down here?"

"Same thing you are, I guess," Jo said, with a smile. I hadn't seen them in months and had almost forgotten about them. But now I quickly sized up the possibilities.

"How's the nursing game?" I asked. "Save any lives lately?"

"One or two," Annie said. "Listen, why don't we walk around and see what there is to see?"

So the three of us took in the fair, going from booth to booth and stopping off here and there for a ride or some eats. All the while my mind was racing. These two were perfect; if it ever got out about them they'd lose their jobs at the hospital at the least.

But, my plans aside, I was getting horny as hell as we walked around. It had been a long time since we had had a threesome and looking at them brought back old times. Before long, I was going all out, trying to scheme my way into their apartment above the stationery store.

For the next two hours I kept guiding them over to the cider booth and buying eiders for the three of us. It was plenty powerful stuff. By four o'clock, I had one girl on each arm. They were both giggling like crazy and using my shoulders for a pillow. Annie had a small, stuffed animal I had won in her hand.

"Hey, what do you say we clear out of here?" I asked, real casual.

"Where you wanna go?" Jo asked, leaning against me and bringing her extra weight down on my arm.

"I don't know," I said. "Let's just get in my car and go."

They were both for it. Ten minutes later we were cruising through town. It was deserted, everybody being at the fair. Long shadows from the dying sun gave the place a spooky look. I pulled up in the parking lot behind the stationery store. Just beyond the car was the long flight of wooden steps that led up to their apartment.

"Well, what do you know," Jo said, laughing and looking at me through blurry eyes. "We're home."

"Yeah, how 'bout that," I said. I had my arm around her broad shoulders. Annie, sitting by the door, put her hand on Jo's knee and gave me a horny grin.

"Wanna come up for a drink?" She raised her brows and motioned toward the stairs with her head.

"For old time's sake?" Jo said.

We piled out of the car, laughing and staggering. Just before we hit the stairs, I ran back to the car and unlocked the trunk. I now kept all my equipment – camera, film, and most important, the brown envelope of pictures – in the trunk. I figured it was safer than leaving them around the house where my mother might find them. I was never more glad of my choice. I had lucked out, all right. A perfect opportunity had come along and I was prepared to take advantage of it.

"Wha's that?" Annie asked, not really caring as she looked at the case.

"Oh, my camera," I said. "I don't want to leave it in the car – it cost a lot."

"No, you wouldn't wanna do that," Annie said, then burst out giggling again.

We climbed the long flight, holding onto one another. I was high, but not that high. I was faking it and now that I think about it, maybe they were too.

Then we were inside the small, dim living room. I flopped down on the sofa with a loud sigh. Annie sat down beside me.

"Be right back," Jo said.

"Just like old times," I said, putting my arm around Annie.

"Ummmm." Annie snuggled in next to me, resting her face against my armpit.

She still got me hot. Annie was a real pretty thing; she had dark hair and green eyes for starters, lots of freckles around her little nose, and a thin but perfect mouth. Her body was thin – not skinny – thin, but graceful and long like a model. Just thinking about it was getting me worked up; I was dying to take off her sweater and skirt and kiss her all over.

Then Jo came back in with a tray of drinks. She put them down on the coffee table and sat on my free side.

"You two look mighty cozy," she said. Her smile gave her away. She was still jealous of me and Annie, even though there was nothing between us anymore.