A Red Picket Fence
They both collapsed into each other resulting in tangled legs and arms. She looked at him, and was obviously stunned. He pulled her close, kissed her and whispered "Let's get some sleep" while pulling the covers up over them. She sighed, nodded and burrowed into his chest.
"Freddie, what's going on?" Melanie whispered.
"Shhh. We'll talk later today." Freddie replied sleepily.
"I don't think I can walk. Get me a towel, please. I'm leaking." Mel replied.
Freddie grinned, kissed her lightly and rolled out of bed to get the towel.
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Chapter 20
Carly woke first. It was late, she was late. Then she remembered she wasn't going to work today, none of them were. Nobody had set the alarm clock. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom wondering why Melanie was already out of bed. She was normally the last to get up since she didn't have to be at work until nine.
Returning to the bedroom, she saw Sam was sitting up, stretching and barely awake. They exchanged 'morning's' as Carly continued walking to the closet, and opened the door.
"Hmmm. Mel's robe is still on the hook." Carly said as she tossed Sam's robe onto the bed, then put her robe on.
"Where is she?" Sam said, yawning.
"She's not up here" Carly replied, opening the bedroom door and heading downstairs..
Sam got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and followed while putting on her robe. Carly was stopped at the foot of the stairs, looking down the hallway. Sam joined her, noticing Melanie's pajama pants tossed on the floor.
"Well, Melly generally doesn't wander around with no pants. At least since she was two or three, anyway." Sam said continuing across the front room and into the kitchen.
Sam stopped by the couch, reached down and picked up Fred's boxers.
"I've got a pretty good idea where Melly is." Sam said as she continued into the kitchen.
"That's Freddie's underpants!" Carly exclaimed following Sam into the bright yellow room.
"Right in one, girlfriend. Melly got her some last night. Let's make coffee." Sam replied, grinning.
"I guess Mel's okay with Freddie then, I thought she was upset with him." Carly said.
"Yep, that or horny. Maybe both, or all three. We'll find out in just a couple minutes." Sam said as she ground the coffee beans.
Carly filled the pot with water while Sam dropped in the filter, then coffee. Carly turned on the coffee maker.
"I'll start breakfast. You go check the guest room. I'll bet you'll find the folks that belong to the PJ bottoms and boxer shorts." Sam said.
Carly stepped toward the guestroom while Sam began cooking. She returned a couple minutes later and put the bacon Sam had gotten from the fridge into the frying pan.
"They're sleeping. Let's get breakfast ready, then get them up." Carly stated as she finished with the bacon.
"I'm betting that boy's already had something up, and inside Melly!" Sam said, chuckling.
Carly nodded.
They continued preparing breakfast silently until the food was ready and the table set for four. Sam announced that she was going upstairs to get Melanie's robe. Carly mentioned Freddie had a robe in the closet also, and that he'd need it. While Sam was upstairs, Carly gathered up Mel's pajama pants and Freddie's boxers. She met Sam at the guest room door.
Opening the door, they roused the sleeping duo, telling them breakfast was ready and dropped the clothes on the bed. Sam and Carly returned to the kitchen and poured four cups of coffee.
A moment later a sheepish looking Melanie came into the kitchen, followed by Freddie, now both dressed in their robes.
"Looks like someone was sneaking around last night." Carly flatly stated.
"Hey! What's wrong if I wanted a little intimate time with my wife?" Freddie said, grinning at Melanie.
"That's not how it happened!" Melanie exclaimed. "I got up to pee, and get a glass of water." She continued.
"She's right, this is how it started." Freddie said as he grabbed Melanie's boobs from behind and kissed her on the neck.
"Let's not start that, now! I'm sore all over! What did you do to me?" Melanie nearly shrieked as she lunged away from Freddie, grinning.
"Sounds to me like he fucked you up one side, and down the other!" Sam said, laughing.
Freddie moved in front of Melanie, took her by the hips and kissed her soundly. "Morning lover." He said.
Melanie smiled as he did the same with Carly, and then Sam.
Carly was slightly fanning herself as she said "Let's eat before everything gets cold."
They ate in silence for a while, until Sam said, "Just because you've screwed all of us the last couple days, don't think you're out of trouble. Where the hell have you been, and what are you up to with all this?"
Fred looked around the table. Carly and Sam had made fried eggs, bacon and toast. He took the last bite of his fried egg, Put his fork on his nearly empty plate. Picked up his last piece of bacon and put it on Sam's plate, nibbled on some toast and took a sip of coffee.
It was time.
"First, I'm sorry you're sore, Melly. But I did flip your switch ten times last night." Freddie said.
"Ten times!" Carly gasped while Sam looked from her sister, then back to Freddie.
"Yes, I don't know how many times, but yes." Melanie said smiling. "It was like some kind of orgasmic nirvana." She sighed. "But Sam's right, you're still in serious trouble." She continued.
Sam and Carly both nodded, while attempting to fan their blushing pink cheeks away.
"You are so right, all of you. I should be in trouble. I apologize for not talking to all three of you, or at least leaving a note why I left. That was not right, and I just hope you'll all forgive me for that. However, you may not forgive me for what I found out about all three of you. It all started with you, Carly. Spencer is not really your brother, is he?" Freddie said.
Carly began to answer, but Sam cut her off, saying: "See, I told you two we needed to level with him when we all moved in. You're right, Freddie. Spencer, that asshole, bought Carly somewhere down south of San Diego when she was seven or eight years old..."
"Almost nine." Carly interrupted.
"Okay, almost nine. Then he brought her up here and moved into the building where we all met. Then he started taking naked pictures of her." Sam continued.
"Yeah, I found that out. You are so right, Sam. He is an asshole." Freddie said.
"How did you find this out, Freddie?" Melanie asked.
"I hired Gibby, it took him a while, but he pieced everything together. There's more about all three of you..." Freddie started.
"Gibby!. HA! We hired Gibby to find you! We've been played, girls. Ole Gibby was playing us pretty damn well. You mean you found out we were prostitutes. You had better let us tell you what's going on. I'm sure Gibby only got some of it." Sam said.
Fred stared at all three of the women, open mouthed.
"You mean you admit it!?" Fred asked, surprised.
"Of course, why deny it. Sam's right. She had been pressing us to tell you, but Carly and I were afraid that you'd leave us." Melanie said.
"Okay… hold on, Mel." Freddie started to continue, but Carly interrupted.
"No, you hold on, Freddie. Melanie is correct. She and I didn't want to say anything since we both thought you'd be disgusted with us and throw us out. Sam has been insisting we tell you the truth, up until you took off, anyway. And, that is why we were all fighting just before you left. Sam wanted to tell you, and Melly and I didn't. If you got this information from Gibby, it's probably only part of everything. This goes way back. There's no way Gibby could have found all of this out."
Fred looked at the three women for a moment, shook his head and said: "Yes, I think we need to start over. Start at the beginning, please. Gibby didn't say anything about Spencer buying you, or the kiddie porn. What the hell, Carly."
"Okay, from the beginning. Yes, Spencer bought me from my aunt. My mom was a hooker in Tijuana and my dad was some sailor. My mom, if you want to call her that, kept me though, and basically raised me to run errands, clean up and stuff. Then she died or got killed. I'm not sure what happened. Her sister, my aunt, who was also a whore, moved me in with her. Spencer came by one day not long after, fucked my aunt and asked about me. My aunt sold me to Spencer. I was actually born in the United States, in Chula Vista, so I'm a US citizen, and have a US birth certificate. Spencer got me to the border, showed them my birth certificate, which checked out, and told the immigration guys he was my brother. Then we came up here, to Seattle. He said he was an artist, what a load of shit. Did you ever look at the crap he was 'creating'? He was dealing drugs, and taking pictures of me and selling them. Just after I turned twelve, he raped me, and continued raping me until I moved out after high school. He also made videos of us while he fucked me. Remember, just after I moved out of Spencer's apartment, he told you he got some big art deal in Los Angeles? Well that was a load of shit too. He was just going looking for another twelve year old to buy in Tijuana and start over again. Something happened though, I'm not sure what it was, but they found Spencer in a dumpster somewhere in Baja Mexico with a bullet hole in his head. Good riddance. We three had a party when we found that out."
Freddie stared at Carly, not saying a thing.
"Yeah, why do you think I spent so much time over at Carly's? My mom knew what was going on. She thought Spencer was a real piece of shit. So she didn't say anything when I spent the night all the time. On those nights, Carly didn't get raped by that asshole. Besides, mom also had the house to herself so she could easily keep hooking." Sam said.
That's the truth, Freddie." Melanie said.
"Wow, Gibby didn't mention any of that. He just said Spencer wasn't your brother. Spencer did make videos. Gibby found some someplace."
"Socko was the one using the camera. He and Spencer made the videos up in the iCarly studio or in Carly's room, using your video camera and a different laptop. The only reason Socko's still alive is because Spencer said he'd kill us if we talked." Sam said.
"Yeah, I had to let Socko fuck me every once in a while too. That's how Spencer 'paid' him for the videos. Spencer made some videos of Socko fucking me also." Carly said.
The videos Gibby found were done out in the woods someplace, I didn't recognize who was fucking you, Carly. But then I have never met Socko. The other videos were of you and Sam changing clothes or messing around in your bedroom." Freddie said.
"Yeah, we found out later that he had hidden tiny cams all over my bedroom and bathroom. I didn't know he got Sam on video also. I remember the videos we made out in the forest. All those two assholes did for about a week was video each other fucking me." Carly said.
"I always thought there might be video cameras in Carly's room. I guess I was right. Just after we found out Spencer was dead, Socko stayed away, since he knew his ass was grass and I had a lawnmower. What else did Gibby tell you?" Sam said.
"He told me that he was screwing you two, Carly and Melanie. He said you had hired him to find me."
"Well, yes, but Gibby is one of our clients now. Gibby, Carly and I worked out a deal, a trade. We thought it was working pretty well, except he told us he never quite found you. He told us you were living in some old pickup all over the mid west. We paid his fees by, well, you know how we paid his fees." Melanie said.
"That's right, and it really pisses me off that he was playing us. He's the worst lay on earth, for one thing." Carly said, disgusted.
"Wow! He told me a number of times he was fucking both of you, not that you two were paying him. He's that bad in bed?" Freddie said.
"Oh yeah. A girl can't even get good and comfy while shes spread for him and he's popped his wad, and pulled out. Don't ever ask Gibby about foreplay. He'd probably think it was some kind of golf game." Melanie said.
"So how did all of you get into the sex trade?" Freddie asked.
"Do you remember when our mom died? Sam and I inherited the house." Melanie said.
"Sure, about the same time you and I started going out. Just before we got married." Freddie replied.
"Exactly. Mom had mortgaged the house to cover some bills, especially her early medical bills she ran up before she died. It looked like Sam and I were going to loose the house..."
"So, the only way I knew how to raise money fast, short of stealing it, or selling dope, was to start hooking. Mom always had a bunch of money up until she got sick. Then it went pretty fast. I talked to Melly about it, and we started hooking. I handled the ladies, Mel handled the men. Between the two of us we paid off the bills and the mortgage on the house." Sam said interrupting Melanie.
"Wait, you were a virgin, Mel. I popped your cherry in the back seat of the Lincoln!" Freddie said.
"Yep, you did pop me. Remember, that was around three weeks or a month after mom died when we got together. I hadn't started selling it yet, since we didn't know mom owed a bunch of money yet." Melanie said.
"But the real estate business. You do that too?" Freddie asked.
"Of course I sell real estate. For one thing, it's an easy way to find customers. Also, we all needed real jobs to cover our 'other' incomes. We're not street whores, we make good money." Melanie replied.
"Yep, and I have my yard service, and Carls is a pharmacist. And, we all have our little side business. The money was good, we saved the house. Why stop?" Sam said.
"I told you the truth about my ex husband. When we split up, I was going to pharmacy school, I had student loans from college, I needed a place to live and food was nice to have sometimes. I went back into the 'oldest profession' and was able to finish school, pay off my student loans and live comfortably."
"Yeah, we're not ashamed of what we do. It pays very well." Melanie added.
"Well, there's no doubt that it pays well. Let me tell you where I've been and what I was doing the last ten months." Freddie said.
Over the next hour, two or three cups of coffee, and the necessary breaks due to the coffee. Freddie told them about meeting Trixee and Sugar Tits, being a truck stop pimp, and putting a down payment on the old motel in Wells, Nevada.
Melanie, Carly and Sam had asked very few questions while Freddie outlined his whereabouts for the time he was missing. Finally, Melanie asked: "So, what happened to Sugar Tits and Trixee?"
"They're probably in Wells, at the motel by now. I drove Gibby's car back here from Arizona and Gibby took Trixee and Sugar to Nevada in the pickup. I need to get to Gibby's house, my phone is there. That's where most of my stuff is." Freddie said.
"So Trixee and Sugar are going to work for you at the whore house?" Carly asked.
"We're partners. We all own a portion of the business, about ten percent each. They generated the cash, but I have to come up with the rest. Either that or get a mortgage on the property. Unfortunately, that means I'll probably have to sell this house." Freddie said.
"No!" All three women yelled at once. "Don't you dare sell this house, Freddie." Melanie said.
"Wait! Hold on. I've got an idea" Sam said before Freddie could answer Melanie.
"What is it?" Fred asked.
"First, I'm very proud of you for not ditching those gals you ran into and pimped for. That isn't normal in the sex trades at that level. Most pimps are scum, and would have stolen Trixee and Sugar's money and disappeared. I'm sure Melly and Carly are proud of you too. Second, we're all in the same business now. Why not continue it? Was your plan to run the bordello in Nevada?" Sam said.
"That is my plan, unless you have a better idea." Freddie replied.
"What's Gibby got to do with all this, other than transporting these gals to the motel in Nevada?" Sam continued.
"I've asked him if he wanted to help run the place. He's considering it, but hasn't given me an answer yet." Freddie said.
"Mel, Carly, what are we going to do with our husband, here. Are we going to take him back or ditch him." Sam asked.
"It depends on if he wants to stay with his wives, what do you want to do, Freddie?" Melanie asked.
"My plan was to ask you gals if you wanted to come work in Nevada, at the motel." Freddie replied.
"Good enough for me, I say we keep him as long as he stops running out on us." Sam said.
"Yep, me too." Carly said smiling.
"Me too. What about you, Freddie. You in?" Melanie said, giving Freddie's hand a squeeze.
"Yes, yes I am. This is certainly better than what I thought would happen. The four of us are a great team! You bet I'm in!" Freddie said enthusiastically.
"He keeps getting into all of us! Of course he's in!" Sam said, laughing.
"Okay then, we have to get Gibby to help run the place in Nevada, we'll talk him into it. And while were at it, we'll get some help teaching the boy how to fuck! Mel, I think it's time to sell mom's house, and I'll sell my condo. That should buy us into the whore house as partners and we'll be able to keep this house. It'll be like our vacation house. How about you, Carl's, Do you have any of that alimony money left?" Sam asked.
"Sure! My ex finally settled the alimony payments about six months ago. I'm in." Carly replied.
"Is the motel nice? How old is it? Has it been remodeled or updated?" Melanie asked.
"It was remodeled last year. It was vacant for two or three years before that. It was built in 1960. I got a deal on it. There's a fair sized house on the property, a twenty eight room motel with the motel managers apartment above the office, and a huge garage next to the house, behind the motel. Oh yeah, and a pool that's been repaired, too. We can live in the house I guess, maybe put Gibby in the managers apartment if he wants to join us." Freddie said.
I have a different idea for us. You know, selling yourself does pay pretty well, but the real money is in internet porn. I bet we could make some real money doing that!" Carly gushed.
Everyone agreed that this was a great idea.
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There's one more chapter to go! Thanks for reading.
