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Undercover Ch. 16

Author's Note: Phew! We are finally here, at the final chapter. I have had so much fun writing this and it was a bit of a wrench to finish it, to be honest. I hope this finale will be satisfactory to any readers who have made it this far. Thank you for all your support throughout and for the great ratings you have all given this series.

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I took the stairs two at a time. Down below I could hear Harry coming up behind me, and further away the sounds of scuffles breaking out as the police encountered Harry's people.

My leg, still not fully healed, began to ache and let me know it resented this sudden exertion. I ignored it. After today, I would hopefully have plenty of time to rest it. For now, I just needed it to obey me a while longer.

I reached the final flight of stairs quickly. The guard stood outside the door to Harry's suite stared at me in surprise when I came charging up to him. He reacted eventually, but far too late. He put out a hand to stop me; I grabbed his arm and flung him round. He lost his balance and went tumbling down the stairs. Fortunately for him he only went down the short flight and stopped on the first landing, where he fell at Harry's feet, clutching his leg.

I didn't stop to see how he was; I shoulder charged the door which gave way with a splintering crash. I fell, my leg now roaring out with pain. I stumbled back to my feet and limped over to the door to Nicole's room. It was unlocked, so I let myself in and slammed it shut again behind me.

Nicole was curled up on the floor at the end of the bed. At my entrance she lifted her head but otherwise didn't move. I was shocked to see bruises on her face; her cheek, her jaw. There was blood crusted beneath her nose.

"Did Harry do that to you?" I asked.

She nodded mutely.

"Bastard," I muttered.

Moments later Harry started banging on the door, much like he must have banged on Nicole in the last few hours. I braced myself. I knew I'd be able to hold out against him; he was nowhere near as strong as I was.

"It'll be over soon," I said to Nicole. She had no response. The door shook behind me but I held firm.

There was a moment of peace, then I heard rapid footsteps; Harry was about to charge the door. I braced harder, wedged my foot against the leg of the bed. He slammed into the door, nearly knocked me over, but again I held firm.

"Nicole!" he shouted. "Nicole, I order you to let me in!"

"Fuck off!" I called back. "She doesn't answer to you anymore! Especially now you've beaten her to a pulp."

"You what? I never laid a finger on her, Ryan, and you know it!"

I frowned over at Nicole. She actually winked at me. So, this was what Lexa had told her to do. Another nail in Harry's coffin. I almost felt sorry for the man; everyone he thought of as an ally was now an enemy. He was virtually alone.

"Nicole!" he cried again. There was more than a hint of desperation in his voice now. "Let me in! I need to explain!"

"It's far too late for that," I replied. "It's over, Harry. The sooner you accept that, the better."

"I will not go down without a fight!" he snarled. "You hear me, Ryan? You haven't won yet! I'll take you all down with me!"

"Yeah, yeah. You're starting to sound like a madman now, Coitan."

He slammed against the door again but I couldn't be moved, not by him. He beat on it with his feet, his fists. It didn't matter. All I had to do was wait.

It wasn't too long before I heard more people come up the stairs. One of them shouted, "Stop, police!" Moments later the banging stopped as Harry was dragged away from the door. I relaxed. My leg ached abominably, so I staggered over to the bed and sat down.

The door crashed open to reveal two police officers in uniforms. They stumbled to a halt at the sight of the naked Nicole at the foot of the bed. One of them turned to me, his face twisted with hatred.

"You bastard!" he snarled. "You're under arrest."

"Whoa, wait a second!" I cried. "I'm a police officer! Sergeant Ryan Thompson!"

"Yeah, right." He grabbed hold of me and forced me to my knees, none too gently, while his colleague draped his coat over Nicole.

"Ask DCI Jonas!" I insisted. "I was undercover for him!"

The man shook me. "Stop fucking lying!" He put the cuffs on me, my hands behind my back.

"Why do you think Harry was trying to bash the door down?" I said, deciding to try and use reason.

"Dave," the other cop said, "she says it's true."

"What?"

"Nicole says he was protecting her."

"Told you," I said. "Jonas sent me in here to find her. Now please uncuff me."

Some clothes were found for Nicole and she and I were then escorted from the club. The girls were gathered on the dancefloor, most of them teary-eyed as they spoke to the police. It looked like they were all going to do what they were supposed to. Harry and the bouncers were in the car park, getting loaded up in vans to be taken to the police station.

Harry saw me and he lunged forward, but the policeman holding him kept him back. "You traitor!" he roared. "You'll pay for this! You'll never get away with it!"

He was bundled into a van before he could say any more, alongside Joey with his nose still leaking blood. I ignored him. He didn't matter anymore.

It was over. It was truly all over.

*****

Jonas slapped the file down on the table in front of me and sat down with a heavy sigh.

"Is it done then?" I asked. I didn't like the fact this meeting was going down in an interview room rather than in his office, but I tried to keep my disquiet from showing. "Is Harry being charged?"

"Oh, oh yes. We've got him for the kidnap, torture and rape of Nicole White, the blackmail of over a dozen women, offences related to slavery and fraud from his charity auctions ... He's going away for a long time." He was silent for a time, fiddling with the file. "The women at the club are almost all saying how good you were to them, to give them the confidence to speak out at last. You did a very good job, Ryan. But ... but--"

"But what? Is something the matter?"

"One of the women has made some allegations against you. She says you hit her and used blackmail to get her into bed with you. She also claims you suggested the plan to have Mayor Dansby killed and make it look like suicide."

My mind raced. I was sure I'd gotten to all the girls at the club and given them their instructions. The only one who wasn't there was Ashley, but Lexa had promised to visit her at the hospital to make sure she sang the same tune.

"Sir, you must know that's not true. I may have had relations with some of the women, but I never forced any of them into bed. Never. As for Dansby ... I wasn't even there! I only heard about it later from Martina, and she told me it was suicide."

"I, I know all that. A girl called ..." He opened the folder and looked at one of the pages, "... Saskia has already said she was with you in your bedroom when you heard the gunshots and that you both stayed there for safety."

Bless you, Saskia, I thought. And I congratulated myself for thinking to get an alibi for that time as well.

"But ... but the fact remains that Harry Coitan and a couple of his other men have also said the same thing about you."

"They all want me in trouble. They want me to pay--" Something occurred to me then that probably should have occurred to me earlier. "This woman who's made these allegations, she wouldn't happen to be called Daisy, would she?"

"That's right," Jonas said.

"You know who she is, don't you? My ex-girlfriend? The one I broke up with just before I went undercover? From the moment she showed up at the Grand she's been causing trouble for me. She tried to blow my cover before she realised Harry already knew I used to be a cop. This is just another example of her attempts to punish me for hurting her."

"She, she failed to mention any of that," Jonas murmured. "This sheds a new light on matters, for sure. I'm sorry, Ryan, for doubting you. I'll make sure your side is put across to my superiors. It should be fine -- they're delighted at getting such a good result. We, we even have evidence against a whole host of businessmen and other community leaders from Carnastown. It's almost unbelievable this web of influence Coitan had."

"What about his wife?" I asked.

"We have found no evidence that she was at all involved, apart from some ridiculous accusations from Harry Coitan that she was hypnotising the women."

I snorted. "Does he expect that to hold up in court?"

"Who knows? He must be desperate. Unless ... unless you have any knowledge to the contrary? Do you believe Mrs Coitan was involved?"

"No, absolutely not. I met her a couple of times and she struck me as a very put-upon wife, if you know what I mean. Harry had her under his thumb."

"That's the impression I got, too. One frustration is that we haven't been able to find his accountant, a woman called Rose. The full name we got for her has turned out to be false and no one seems to know her true identity."

"Sorry, sir, I never even found out her fake surname. I just knew her as Rose. Is she important?"

"Probably not, in terms of the case against Coitan, but I would like to speak to her in any case. There were also a couple of strippers that weren't present during the raid we haven't been able to track down. One, one of them is called Shaya. I believe you grew quite close to her?"

I knew I was treading a fine line here. I had to be as honest as I could without getting Shaya or myself in trouble. And I could hear the underlying accusation in Jonas' question -- did I at any point go rogue and forget who I was? The answer, of course, was yes, but I could hardly tell him that. As much as possible, I needed to come out of this whiter than white.

"You told me I would have to do some things to earn Harry's trust. The first night I got there, that involved having sex with a woman called Shaya. After that, yeah, we grew pretty close. She's a good girl, sir. I don't know where she is, though. She told me a few days ago she was going to visit her sister, but I don't know who or where her sister is either."

"How about a name?"

"Allie. That's all she told me. Sir ... what's going to happen to me?"

Jonas sighed again. "I want you back, to take up your old position as sergeant, but there are plenty of people against it. They ... they feel that your actions while undercover are unbecoming of an officer, even if you had officially been sacked beforehand. Plus with quite a few people saying you were complicit in some of the crimes ... even, even without proof to back up those claims so you won't face charges, it's felt that too much mud has been thrown at you. Some of it will stick."

"So I'm damned either way. Typical." I tried not to sound too satisfied. If they chucked me out, it would save me having to explain why I didn't actually want to come back.

"I'm sorry, Ryan. If it was up to me ..."

"I know, sir. Thanks for your support. So what's next?"

"I'll take your statement now. After that ... after that you're free to go. Obviously we'll need to talk to you again so make sure we can contact you. And ... and look after yourself, all right? I wish we could have worked together longer."

"Me too," I said, surprised to find that I meant it. I hadn't thought much of him when he started here, but he came through for me when I needed it and trusted my judgement even though I'd gone dark for so long while undercover.

After I had given my statement, I emerged from the police station onto the streets of London. The sun was shining, the day was baking hot. Everything seemed perfectly normal. Yet, on the inside, I felt shaken to my core. I shouldn't have -- all of mine and Lexa's plans seemed to have been pulled off, aside from that unpleasantness with Daisy. But I pushed her from my mind; she was an irrelevance now. Everything had gone so smoothly though, part of me was sure things would go wrong soon. Had we overlooked anything? Would Harry find a way to drag us all down with him? I wouldn't put it past him to further incriminate himself if it meant punishing us, particularly his wife.

It had to rankle with him that the woman he thought was under his thumb turned out to be the one to bring him down. Still, it had been over two days since his arrest and Lexa hadn't yet been arrested and now I was free to go too. It seemed as though we had gotten away with it. If Harry had any hard proof against us he would have produced it by now. I smiled to myself. I was free.

I got into my car and headed back for Carnastown.

*****

My first port of call was Lexa and Harry's home, but there was still a strong police presence around it so I backed off before they saw me. I wasn't sure where else to go. I tried calling Shaya and Martina but there was no reply. I even tried the Grand, though why any of them would go back there I don't know. The place was deserted.

I was parked up on the street outside, wondering what to do, when my phone rang. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" I said.

"Ryan, it's Lexa."

"Lexa! Thank God! I've been trying to find you. Have you heard anything from Shaya and Martina?"

"Yes, they're both with me. Come to the warehouse in town -- we'll all be there."

"The one that housed the auction?"

"Yes." After a pause she added, "It's good to hear from you again. We were worried." Then she hung up.

Elated, I fired up my car and headed straight over. I wanted to see them all again; the past two days of not seeing them, of not even knowing if they were OK, had driven me half mad. Even though it only took me a few minutes to get there, it felt like hours. I screeched to a halt outside and shot out of my car, heading for the entrance.

Before I got there, however, two women came out, two women I had not expected to see. I stopped short in front of them.

"Mrs Lloyd," I said. "Abby ..."

Mother and daughter had their arms around each other. Layla smiled at me. "It's all right, Ryan. Lexa has explained everything to me. I wanted to thank you for taking such good care of my daughter."

I thought she was being sarcastic, but then I caught Abby winking at me. "So everything's good, is it?" I asked uncertainly.

"Everything is perfect!" Layla strode up to me and laid a hand on my chest. "Perhaps we could meet up again for another round," she purred. "Abby tells me you know a few tricks you never showed me."

"Er ..."

"Who knows?" she said with a glance over her shoulder at Abby. "Maybe my daughter and I could share you. I have a few things I want to teach her, too."

"Mum, that's gross," Abby said. "I'm not sharing him with you."

"I take it you two have made up," I said, mostly just to redirect the conversation.

"Yes, we've forgiven each other," Layla said. "And it's all thanks to you and Lexa. You must come round to my place so I can show you my ... appreciation."

"There's really no need." I stepped past her and stared at Abby as I walked closer. She gave a slight nod to confirm my suspicions. "Try to keep her from doing anything stupid," I whispered to the girl as I passed.

"Maybe," was all she had to say. She went to join Layla. "Come on, Mum. There are some people in the red light district I want to introduce you to. They're friends of mine ..."

I paused to watch the pair of them walking off and shook my head. I just had to hope that they didn't get into too much trouble. But I had other issues to deal with for now. The Lloyds were on their own.

The door to the warehouse was unlocked. I let myself in and paused to stare around the vast open space. Everything was as I remembered, except that the chairs were piled haphazardly against a wall rather than being set up on the floor. There didn't appear to be anyone around.

"Hello!" I called out. "Anyone home?"

Shoes clattered down the stairs and moments later Shaya flung herself into my arms. I hugged her tight, picked her up and twirled her round. She laughed in delight, her head buried against my shoulder. I barely had time to set her back down before Martina took her place. I wrapped my arms around her, kissed the top of her head.

"I've missed you two so damn much," I said. I struggled to hold back tears of relief.

Martina reached up and stroked my face. "We were worried you'd been arrested."

"I'm fine, no thanks to Daisy. I'm so glad you two are." I pulled Shaya in for a three-way cuddle. "Did Lexa release you from the Programme?"

They both pulled away and frowned at me. "She said you'd asked her," Shaya said. "We didn't want to believe it ..."

Martina thumped me on the arm, quite hard. "If we wanted to be free, we'd have asked for it!"

"I just wanted her to offer it to you," I protested. "I didn't want to think that you were only with me because of it, that's all." I lowered my head. "I wanted to make sure that our love was real."

Shaya's face softened. "Of course it's real, silly."

Martina agreed. "The Programme might have been the reason we got with you in the first place, but it's not the reason why we stayed. Us three, we belong together. Now, let's go see Lexa, shall we? She's waiting for us."

The ladies led me across the open floor and up the stairs. The top floor was as open and empty as the ground floor, except for a closed interior door in one wall and a desk in the far corner next to the window. Rose was seated at that desk, while Lexa stood by the window, looking out. Both of them turned to watch me as I crossed over to them.

"So here we all are at last," Lexa said. "The five of us, united and in on place."

"I'm just glad it's all over," Shaya said.

"Oh, it's far from over," Lexa replied. "Ryan and I will have to give evidence and more than likely deflect a few accusations sent our way by Harry. And while Rose has drained a lot of the funds from the Grand, it's not an unlimited amount and we'll need more to get this place up and running."

"As what?" Shaya asked.

"As a strip club, of course. Do you want your old job back, sister?"

"Oh yes, I do!"

"Whoa, wait a minute!" I exclaimed. "Sister?"

"Yeah, that's right," Shaya said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Lexa's my kid sister! I told you about her, didn't I?"

"But you said she was called ..." I rolled my eyes. "Allie, Lexa. Both short for Alexandra, I suppose?"

"That's right," Lexa said.

I frowned at her. "How could you put your own sister through the Programme?"

"I asked her to," Shaya explained. "I knew I wanted all this work done but I didn't have the guts to actually do it. Allie promised to help me. And then I needed a way to indulge all these fantasies I had inside my head, so she sent me to the Grand."

"Even knowing what Harry was like?" I asked.

Lexa shrugged. "He wasn't so bad in those days. And then Shaya was in too deep; I didn't know how to get her out. Believe me, I wish I could have."

"I don't," Shaya said firmly. "If I'd gone, I never would have met Ryan and Martina. Everything's worked out just fine."

"Are you lot done with the love-in?" Rose demanded. "Because we do actually have work to do."

"So you're serious about making this a strip club?" I asked Lexa.

She nodded. "With you as my manager and Rose as the accountant, yes. I think we can make a pretty formidable team. Shaya, you can be the instructor for the new girls we get. And Martina--"

She held her hands up. "I don't want to be a stripper anymore. I don't want to show off my body every night."

"Damn shame," I muttered.

She smiled at me. "Don't worry, you can still see it whenever you want."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I want to still work with you all, but ..."

"Then how about as our head of public relations?"

"Does a strip club really need of those?"
"Maybe not, but I do," Lexa said. "For all his many faults, Harry did have some good ideas. This is only the start of the business I intend to build. With all of our complementary skills, I think we can get it off the ground."

"You're not going to revive every aspect of his business, are you?" I asked.

"Of course not. The auctions are done, so is the gifting of women to people. Women that I, ah, take under my wing, will remain working directly for me with a good wage and a care structure in place. No one is going to be taken advantage of. Everything has to be above board. With all the scrutiny Harry's brought down on us, we have to be squeaky clean."

"What about the other girls? Saskia, Yumiko and the rest."

"I released them all from the Programme. Most of them wanted to leave, go back to the lives they had before if they could. A few stayed. Saskia virtually begged me to take her on here when it opens up, so at least you'll have another familiar face to help you out around here, Ryan. Robyn has stayed too, though she's going to help elsewhere in my business."

"I can't wait to get started!" Shaya said, clapping her hands eagerly. "Where do we get our new dancers from?"

"Well, I have already recruited a couple," Lexa said. She pointed to the door. "They're in the next room. I plucked the best and brightest from some of the other strip clubs in town. These two, Lola and Kay, really know what they're doing."

"And have they been ... you know?" I asked.

"I hypnotised them, yes. But the Programme has changed, Ryan. They are totally loyal to us, this management team gathered together here. They will do pretty much anything we ask of them, but otherwise I haven't messed with their heads. Those days are past."

"Except for Layla Lloyd," I pointed out.

"Yes, well, some people deserve it. And Abby asked me to do it. So do you want to meet your new dancers?"

"I guess I ought to."

"Good. This is the start of something special, Ryan, I can feel it." She came and stood very close to me, so that her breasts brushed against my chest, her eyes millimetres from my own. "I'm so glad to have you on my side."

I reached up and gently brushed her hair back from her face. "I'm glad to be here," I replied.

"Let's go then," she said. "You come too, Shaya. You'll be managing them, after all. Martina, would you stay here with Rose? We have much to discuss."

Martina gave me a peck on the cheek and wandered over to the window while the rest of us went through the door into a much smaller room. There was a double bed to one side, and a small platform on the other complete with a pole. That was it.

Well, except for the two women lying on the bed. They both got to their feet and stood before us, their hands behind their backs. They both wore lacy lingerie, one in red and the other blue. The fabric was so thin around the crotch that their pussy lips were so nearly visible.

"Ladies, this is Ryan Thompson, your manager," Lexa said. "Ryan, may I introduce Lola and Kay, your new dancers."

"A pleasure," I said, drinking in the sight of them.

Lola, in the red lingerie, was short, blonde, with a heart-shaped face and huge, innocent-looking eyes. The way she looked up at me, red lips slightly parted and that look of a teen girl-next-door in her eyes was enough to make my cock stir. Behind the innocence was the promise of naughtiness to come. She had a tight body, with small breasts and prominent nipples that were clearly seen even through the fabric of her bra.

Kay had dark tanned skin, dark brown hair and lively brown eyes. Her tits were big, nearly as big as Shaya's but totally natural judging by the way they shook and bounced at her every slight movement. She had a little bit of extra flesh around the belly and waist, but those gorgeous breasts more than made up for that.

"And I'm Shaya," she said when it was clear I could find nothing else to say. "I'm the head girl."

"Nice to meet you," Kay said. She had a gorgeous, husky voice. "I hope you find us to your liking, sir."

"Call me Ryan," I told them.

"I'll leave you to get acquainted," Lexa said. "Why don't you put them through their paces, Mister Thompson, see what improvements need making?"

"Good idea," I murmured.

After Lexa had left, Shaya and I went to sit on the bed while the new girls moved to the pole. They danced together, showing a good understanding and performing a very sensual, seductive routine. When their bras came off, I was delighted to see that while Lola's tits were small, they had a lot of bounce to them. Kay's were the delight they had promised to be -- big and full and so soft looking. It wasn't long at all until my dick grew hard.

Shaya saw the tent growing in my trousers and put her hand on it, began to rub it. "I take it you like them?" she whispered in my ear. I could only nod.

Lola and Kay pressed their breasts together, the pole trapped in the middle. I'd never been so jealous of a piece of metal before in my life. The two of them kissed, a light peck on the lips, and looked at me with such naughtiness in their eyes I thought I'd burst from desire.

Shaya undid my flies and pulled my rock-hard cock out. She stroked it. "You want to fuck them both?" she asked.

"Huh? Yeah, but Lexa said those days are over ..." I said weakly.

"Only if we want them to be. She also said they'll obey almost every command. I reckon we put that to the test." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she stood, moved away from me, and pointed at the new girls. "You two, your manager wants some fun. What do you say?"

They didn't say anything. Instead, they just dropped to their knees and crawled the short distance to me, their eyes fixed on my dick. As two pairs of lips began to pleasure me, I leant back on the bed and closed my eyes with a groan.

"This is heaven," I murmured.

And when Shaya got down to join them, using her long fingers to caress my balls while the others used their tongues on my shaft, it only got better.

This was it. This was the life I dreamed of, the one I'd wanted ever since that first night at the Grand when I fucked Shaya to earn my place. Now I was the boss, and these hot girls were willing to do anything to earn a job. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't take advantage of the situation, but I knew that I would. How could I not? Especially with Shaya urging me on.

Kay wrapped her glorious breasts around my cock and began to titfuck me while Lola and Shaya knelt either side of me and kissed each other. I put my hands on their butts, teasing their assholes with my fingers. Shaya glanced down at me and grinned. I grinned back. She and I were kindred spirits, that was for sure.

I didn't even hear the door open, but moments later a naked Martina appeared above me and lowered herself down until her pussy hovered just above my mouth. I licked and kissed her and she pressed herself against me, almost smothering me. At the same time, I slipped my fingers into Shaya and Lola and soon Kay climbed atop me and took me into her pussy.

The girls took turns, trading places until I had fucked and eaten out every single one of them. Lola had the sweetest cunt I had ever tasted and when she climaxed I lapped up every bit of the creamy fluid that leaked out of her. Martina quickly leant over me to kiss me and we shared it between us.

When I was ready to come, the four women got down on their knees, faces close together so I had the perfect target to aim at. I jerked off over them until the sperm flew out of me. Most of it splattered onto Kay, the girl closest to me, but all four of them got a piece of it. Poor Lola got some in her eye but she didn't even flinch. I tiny part of me wondered if Lexa had been truthful about the level of hypnosis she'd used, but to be honest I didn't care anymore. Watching three of the girls kissing and licking the cum of each other's faces -- Martina didn't join in -- was so erotic I felt ready to fuck them again. Martina stood and put her arm around me.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered to me.

My eyes widened and I turned to stare at her.

"Yes, it's yours, before you ask. And yes, I'm definitely going to keep it. I hope you aren't too mad."

I laughed and swept her up into a bear hug. She shrieked.

"What's going on?" Shaya asked.

"I'm going to be a dad!" I cried. Until then I hadn't even known I wanted to be one, but right then I knew in my heart that I did.

They all gathered round to congratulate the expectant mum. Shaya seemed as excited as Martina and I. She kept saying how she was going to be a mother too, that the child would be so lucky to have three parents.

"This calls for a celebration," I declared. "Ladies, you up for some more?"

"Like you have to ask," Shaya said.

Moments later I had four women on their knees on the bed, four perfect asses waving in the air before me as I contemplated which to fuck first. A tougher choice no man had ever had to make. But it was a choice I would have to face many times in the near future, I hoped.

*****

It's fair to say that things went better than I ever expected at the start of my undercover mission. As I write this now, Harry is in prison, serving a twenty-five year sentence. Joey and the others were also jailed for much shorter terms.

With so many businessmen and upstanding citizens also either jailed or with their reputations ruined, it wasn't hard for Lexa to assume control. Soon enough she had a string of businesses throughout the town and was one of the richest residents. Her business acumen, that Harry had shamefully ignored, served her well. She proved herself both ruthless to her rivals and a kind and caring boss to all her employees. People wanted to work for her, hypnotised or not.

I have named my club Hypnotics. It felt appropriate. On the opening night, the place was so packed within half an hour that we had to turn punters away. It's never really quietened down since. Everyone's still here. Even Yumiko returned when she realised how much she missed it. Saskia is here as well now, doubling up as a dancer and an assistant manager. Shaya has proven herself to be a wonderful Head Girl -- the job title she chose for herself. She loves all her girls -- and I'm sure has made love to all of them too -- and they in turn love her. They'd run through walls for her. I have learned to let her run that side of things while I concentrate on the actual business, though of course that doesn't stop me from keeping my hand in with the "training".

Another girl who came back to work for me is Abby. She has developed a really fit, toned body and her red hair and freckles drives the punters wild. She has become one of the most popular girls in the club in the short time she's been here. I take good care of her though. I remember what happened last time. She hasn't even undertaken the Programme this time.

At Shaya's insistence, Martina and I have got married. It hasn't changed anything between the three of us, but she didn't want the baby to be born outside of marriage; a rather old-fashioned sentiment, but it made me love her even more.

As I write this, Kay is busily sucking my dick. She has become something of a favourite of mine, though I try to keep that fact from my wife and lover. I can't help but be drawn to her big natural tits. I wanted to broach the subject of including her in our extended family but I don't think Martina would be up for it.

Other than that minor issue, though, things are pretty much perfect. I have a baby on the way, a job I love, and a club full of genuinely happy women who all seem to adore me. Martina says it's because I'm a generous lover. Whatever the reason, I love it. I love my life just the way it is. I don't want anything to change.

I am content. Maybe one day I will carry on writing my life story, but for now I have an eager mouth to fill with my cum. I hope anyone who reads this will understand. There are some urges I will never try to ignore.

Thank you for reading,

Ryan Thompson
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