Chapter 48Content: mF mc mf M-dom
Fred didn't come out of Alonzo's for over an hour -- and Beth spent a good deal of that time on the phone to Louise. "This would be great if we could get it on tape," Louise opined, "but he's not gonna hold still for that. I'm amazed that you managed to see it."
"Me, too," Beth agreed, "but then this place is a hole. I asked if they taped, and was told they're not set up for it -- and if someone tried and got caught, heads would roll. The owner apparently wants to keep the place a viable location for this kind of thing -- and collecting evidence for local law enforcement isn't smart."
"Too bad -- that would be a LOT better than just catching him with an underage girl!" Louise laughed.
"Well, we can always hope..." Beth replied. At that point, everyone was in convoy home; Fred was unwittingly leading first Beth and then Rick and Teela back to town. "Better brief your boys -- aren't they on watch tomorrow?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it. I don't know whether they'll be upset or relieved," Louise sighed.
"Probably both," Beth opined, "Especially poor Terence."
Terence and Damian were playing video games in their room -- a change from the last couple of times that Louise had entered it. "Well, we learned a couple of things today," Louise announced. "Your Pa wandered off to Winton this afternoon to visit an adult video store."
"Okay," Damian shrugged.
"He was seen sucking dicks in a peep booth in the back."
"Oh." Terence covered his face.
"I wouldn't worry too much if he starts accusing YOU of shit," Louise pointed out. "He probably goes out of town because he's paranoid about it. Guess I can't blame him. I wouldn't have said anything, but you two are gonna be watching him tomorrow..." Terence grimaced and nodded and that was the end of it; when Fred got home a half-hour later, he kept to himself and so did everyone else...
But Friday held no surprises; The Carter boys had a boring day, waiting for their father to pop out of work at four forty five and stop at the bar for the usual couple of drinks before heading home. Fred had gotten his fill at Alonzo's -- and maybe even overdosed a bit; he always spent a while in guilt and fear after a binge...
Toby went to see Candace on Friday -- ostensibly to teach her how to use the video equipment, which required that they meet the Carters boys -- which was the only relief from their boredom that Terence and Damian got.
But Toby had another purpose -- hauling Candace's ashes for her -- something more or less promised since the shopping trip...
"I always wonder when you're going to grow fangs," Candace remarked as they moved on to foreplay upon their return to her house. "But then, it seems like everyone does, these days..."
Toby grinned. "You mean Damian."
"Yes," Candace mused a moment, then, "Honey, I just can't do the white ho' thing..."
"What bothers you most about it?" Toby asked, while cupping a breast. They were both nude; Candace was slowly jacking his erection.
"It's probably sorry-assed of me," Candace replied, "but it's the race thing. The other -- well, I'm getting used to it."
Toby mouthed a nipple for a moment, erecting it. He liked breasts; if there was a downside to Jean it was her limitations in that area. "The worst part of that would be public -- and he can't do that. He won't be introducing you to his friends from the 'hood as his white bitch." He started running three fingers along Candace's vulva to open her up and lubricate her.
"He won't?" Candace replied. "Are you sure? I'm not sure he's aware of that limitation, Hon." She pulled his head against her breast. "You can chew a little. Jean's kinda short in the tit department, huh?"
"Yeah," Toby agreed, applying himself to the nipple for a moment. "I'll survive, though."
"You shouldn't have to do without," Candace argued. "I know that Jean is still trying to monopolize you. As it is, you're missing out on the big ones -- largely because the only ones we have available are your mother's -- and maybe Sally's."
Toby rose to Jean's defense, "Jean's been good. She's spreading it around..."
"Only as much as she has to," Candace retorted. "This," she added, jacking him, "is too good for her to be allowed to hoard it."
"That's between us," Toby replied. "As for the breast supply, I don't see me playing with Ma's -- and I don't see Lon telling Sally she should hold still for it, either."
"What do you think of Lon and Rick collecting girlfriends?" Candace asked, squirming. "Yeah, there..." she gasped as her body interrupted things -- Toby had her clitty under his fingers...
"I'm tempted to complain, but I'm not losing by it..." Toby replied. "It seems like they were just impatient, and could have waited a couple of weeks and been all set -- but on the other hand, I think it was their confidence that got them the girls -- and they wouldn't have had that without the experience."
"I think you're right, but the girls could be a problem," Candace worried, "Especially Teela."
"That will sort itself out," Toby replied confidently; it was time to move on to other things. Candace was wet and grunting and rolling her hips. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yesss! Now, Honey! Poke me with that thing!" Toby was a wonder; Candace had dreamed about Rick, but Toby had him eclipsed! Oh, sure, Rick had the looks -- but Toby had the cock, and Toby had the brains, and Toby had... something else... He wasn't using it on her right now, but when he wanted to... Hell, his cock was enough! Candace had chased younger and younger men for a reason -- she was looking for guys who could satisfy her, preferably several times! Younger guys had the stamina -- and the younger, the better, in her experience -- but she was aware that if she dipped below the current age group, cock sizes might actually shrink -- not something she was looking for. She was aware from her experiences with the dating pool that the boys in the group were all gifted, a fact that she considered to be extremely fortunate; she didn't know how she would handle some kid with a five-incher.
Toby climbed between Candace's widespread legs, braced his hands on her shoulders, and slid his length home in her. Pussy DID differ, he reflected; Candace's was looser, but had a grainier texture than Jean's. It actually provided a bit more sensation, maybe...
"Ooogh! Ride Mama home!" Gawd, that was a nice cock! Toby settled in and became a fucking machine, ironing Candace's twat with his length and girth -- and it was Heavenly! Candace generally liked to be on top, but Toby was mashing her clitty on every stroke and it was all just FINE! And when he hunched himself a bit to suck in a nipple, he lit the afterburner on her first orgasm of the afternoon. "Aaaa, Baby! Suck me! Fuck me! Make me CUUUUMMMM!!!!!" She went cherry red and started bucking; Toby could feel the clasp of her vagina as it milked him -- but he wasn't ready yet; he merely continued to stroke, maintaining the rhythm that had brought Candace to climax...
Fifteen minutes and three climaxes later, though, Toby was beginning to tire. A cum hung there, before him, but he was deliberately avoiding it, riding the wave just below the crest. "Why don't you ride on top for a while?" he grunted.
"Oh! Sure, Honey! No problem!" Candace let him withdraw and flop onto his back, then settled on him in one of her favorite positions -- cowgirl. "Ummm! That's it! Let Mama feed herself that pole! You've done enough!" Frankly, she was a little worried that she hadn't managed to get an orgasm out of him yet -- had Jean drained him dry earlier in the day, or something? Was she that undesirable? "Are you okay, Honey?"
"Oh, yeah," Toby grinned. "It's great! I was just controlling it, that's all..."
Candace shook her head in wonder; controlling his orgasms? At seventeen? The boy was a wonder... This particular ride was already legendary, as far as Candace was concerned; she was going to go all out to make sure Jean didn't hog him any more. It just wasn't fair -- Toby needed to be out there, making a whole harem happy... She plunged up and down on his stiff shaft, while he cupped her tits, mauling the nipples with his fingers.
Toby sensed the consequences of the shift in control; he would cum, soon, unless things changed. It was time to conduct his experiment... "So, tell me about Damian."
"Wh -- what about him?" Candace puffed.
Toby was carefully not being adversarial; he wanted to be low-key and determine if mere suggestion worked... "What does he want from you?"
"Things," she puffed. "He's very... controlling."
"That's very different for you," Toby observed. "How is it?"
"I hate it," Candace replied. "Well, sort of. Maybe I don't..."
The walls were down; Candace was being totally honest. It was something that others would not be able to accomplish, Toby was certain. "So does he push you? Has he made demands?"
"Every time," Candace gasped. "Next time..." she shuddered.
"Tell me," Toby murmured.
"Next time we're in public, I have to go to him and fluff him, then beg to take his cock up my ass. And then I have to clean it..."
Toby watched the woman critically. There was NO WAY she would have told anyone else this bit -- and the ride got wetter and slipperier while she talked about it. Still, he could see the struggle in her -- but it wasn't against him. It was all about whether she could declare herself that brazenly to the smooth-talking black.
Toby was impressed in that Damian was doing this on will alone; obviously, he didn't have Toby's special powers (something which only Toby had any certainty of), but did it all based upon confidence and macho. "That would be pretty slutty, wouldn't it?"
"Yes." Candace actually blushed -- and Toby FELT a mini-orgasm flicker through her as her pussy twitched and her eyes popped. Undoubtedly, he was reinforcing Damian's control. Maybe he had instilled it in the first place...
"Well, it won't hurt you," Toby observed. THAT would have caused Candace to bridle, under normal circumstances. "Maybe you ought to let your inner slut out for a walk -- have Damian and a couple of us other guys go at you, round-robin. Pull a train... Invite the football team..."
"AWWWWWWWW!!!!!" Candace's eyes rolled up -- but she went insane on his cock, posting like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby, her ass almost a blur as it flashed up and down. Toby couldn't possibly control himself; he locked up, rigid, then exploded inside Candace's rapidly cycling tunnel. Candace, cherry-red from her hairline to the tips of her breasts, stopped dead, her vulva smashed against Toby's pubic bone, croaking incoherently while her vagina rippled and pulsed. Then she collapsed forward onto Toby's chest and went boneless.
Toby chuckled to himself. "I guess you like that idea..."
Candace was thoroughly embarrassed when she arose, but Toby passed it off, "Hey, we had fun. It's what we were here for. I need to jump off, anyway..." Pretty quickly, he managed to break free and prepare to head home, mission accomplished.
Lon came through the door as he was leaving, however, and put a stop to it. "Hey, come downstairs, willya? I need to talk to you about something." Sally followed him through the door, and he led them downstairs to the Rec Room. "Why were you here, anyway?"
"I needed to teach your mother about the cameras and stuff," Toby replied, "and, you know..." He flicked a glance at Sally.
Lon grinned. "He means he gave Mama a lap dance," he amplified. Sally blushed. Turning back to Toby, he got down to business. "Do you think it's going to be necessary for us to run one of the girls under Louise's husband's nose?"
"Too early to tell," Toby shrugged. "And it looks like Fred has other interests. I'm not surprised, really; Louise and I discussed it. But the guy is seriously paranoid where guys are concerned; getting him to do something like that is going to be a LOT harder..."
"I have to tell you I ain't thrilled," Lon groused, flicking a glance at Sally, "especially since Rick told Teela she couldn't do it."
Toby nodded. "Yeah, I get that."
"Sally volunteered, too -- and I KNOW I can pull the plug on that -- but then we don't have anyone..." Lon grunted. Toby nodded. "I mean, what do we need, anyway?"
"Probably a cum shot, I figure," Toby replied.
"I'm gonna hate that," Lon grunted.
"Well, we need penetration, for sure -- then, if we don't get a money shot, we have to get him off..." A light went on in Toby's brain. "Look, I have an idea -- but it's going to take some doing. If it works, though, it'll be a LOT better than just getting pics of him in the sack with Sally!" Rapidly, he sketched out a game plan, finishing with "What do you think? Are you in?"
Lon thought about it, then grinned from ear to ear. "That's twisted, Man! But it's totally cool!"
Toby grinned back. "I think I have a bunch of the stuff we'll need at my house. In fact, I think we should do it there, anyway -- it'll be easier for me to set it all up. It, uh, requires you to do, um, certain things -- me, too, for that matter..."
"Yeah, well, I can hang, if it gets us what we want," Lon grunted. "In fact, I'll probably enjoy it..."
"I think we ought to keep this a secret, though, don't you?" Toby insisted. "Once it's done, Louise will get a kick out of it and Terence and Damian will probably be okay with it -- but beforehand, Terence might flip..."
"Yeah, I hear that," Lon agreed. "Sally, this goes nowhere."
"Yes, Sweetheart." Sally was smiling gently. "It's... pretty cool, actually."
"Well, nobody gets any advanced warning -- nobody! Understand? Not even Teela!"
"C'mere," Lon directed. "The whole thing makes me horny. You know what I want."
Sally's expression didn't change as she slid off the couch and went to her knees before him and began unbuckling his belt. Lon glanced up, looking proprietary. "What do you think?" He raised himself to facilitate Sally's tugging off his jeans.
Toby nodded, lips pursed. "Nice."
"I didn't think I was interested in the lord and master thing, but Sally has convinced me..." Lon murmured, running his hands through her hair. "Take off your top, Baby -- I don't want you drooling on it. We might go out later." Sally flipped her blouse over her head. "Bra, too -- Toby's seen your jugs. Here, I'll undo it." Sally leaned forward and sucked in Lon's glans while he worked the hooks. "Nice, aren't they?" he asked Toby when she'd freed herself.
"Very," Toby agreed. "I should probably leave you two alone..."
"Yeah, well..." Lon was cupping the back of Sally's head, but she was doing a fine job, as far as Toby could see. "If we do this thing, I'm gonna let some old black guy I don't necessarily like stick his dick in her, you know? I figure that isn't fair to my friends..." Lon wasn't watching Toby as he said this; he was watching Sally. Sally was looking back -- but she wasn't letting it get in the way of her sucking, which didn't falter. Lon glanced up at Toby, "She's fucking amazing, isn't she?"
"I have to agree," Toby nodded. "One in a million. At this rate, I'm gonna have to go upstairs and wake up your Mama."
"That wouldn't hurt her," Lon grunted, "She likes to get more than one pass in." Caressing Sally's hair, he asked, "Are your shorts getting wet?"
"Uhm hum." Sally gurgled around his cock.
"Take 'em off, then." Sally rose to her feet, remaining bent, trying to continue the blowjob while wrestling off her shorts. "Go ahead and finish up," Lon directed. "I think we're gonna change positions, anyway." Glancing up at Toby, he added, "Later, Man."
Toby nodded, accepting the dismissal, and headed for the stairs. Turning to look back at the foot of them, he watched Lon plug his cock into Sally as she leaned over the back of the couch. Sally made a happy little grunt and turned her smile on Toby, who chuckled and headed upstairs to the meaty smacks of Lon's pile driver penetrations. He got to the door, stopped and thought about it, and headed back to Candace's room. Three minutes later, Candace was knelt up, wailing, "That's it Honey, plow me with that monster dong of yours! God! I LOVE that thing!" This time, Toby was less circumspect about his efforts at control -- and Candace was in a mood, anyway... Fifteen minutes later, he left her with her butt in the air and a second load dripping from her loose pussy lips. There were still sounds of happy fucking wafting up the stairs as he pulled himself together and headed through the front door.
The weekend was quiet, too; the Carter boys (or Louise, if necessary) were on-call if Fred decided to go anywhere, and construction is sometimes a seven day a week proposition, but this particular project was on schedule, and Fred didn't seem inclined to go anywhere. Sports on TV kept him occupied -- that and a half a case of beer. That -- the liquor store -- was his only trip out -- and he took Terence with him.
Monday was dull, as was Tuesday. It was Wednesday before Fred broke pattern again. Damian and Candace were on watch; Damian had called her, and Candace couldn't find it in her to say no. They were sitting in Candace's car, Damian watching while Candace rested her head on his lap, getting her breath after draining his erection (something else she couldn't find it in her to say no to), when people started filtering out of the building at 2:30. Fred was in the group -- and this time, he didn't even bother to go to the bar, first; he headed out of town again, in a different direction.
The place that he stopped -- the Adult Videoplex, according to the marquee -- was a lot nicer than the previous location. It was clean, and it catered very clearly to couples, to the point of having couples' booths and a couple of mini-theaters. But the very things that made women and couples feel safe -- the vigilance, the aggressive maintenance -- frightened the male clientele and stifled the kind of activity that Fred was there for. The one gloryhole he remembered from previous visits was very thoroughly patched, leaving only a couple of little, tiny peepholes to provide live entertainment. There were some individuals who would periodically try a door to see if it was locked, but Fred wasn't up for that -- it might expose his identity. Fred spent twenty minutes trying to find an accommodation that worked for him, failed, and left, visibly disgruntled. Candace, who had entered the store to investigate, but had merely stuck her head in the back and retreated when she saw Fred patrolling, watched him leave, then got out of there herself, just in time to follow Damian's excited directions to catch up with Fred on the road. "What happened?" Damian asked, when they had Fred's pickup in sight again.
"Nothing, I'm pretty sure," Candace grinned. "The place was just squeaky clean. Apparently, though, nobody wanted to play..."
Fred returned to the bar -- and proceeded to get loaded. After waiting an hour, Candace went inside and confirmed that he was there -- and that he was drinking heavily. She had a beer, fended off two or three clumsy pick-up attempts, and slid back out, apparently escaping Fred's notice. "He's drinking like a fish in there," she reported to Louise, who was at work; Louise and Beth were back on days...
"He's pissed, then," Louise supplied. "You're right -- nothing happened at that place. Means he's horny, too."
"What do you figure this all means?" Candace asked.
Beth, who was listening, asked, "You said that the adult place was nice?"
"Yes," Candace replied, "Very clean and well-lit."
"I've been in a couple of those places," Beth admitted, "and you don't WANT them to be well-lit -- it ruins the anonymity. Those guys are mostly married, but getting some head on the side because it isn't being supplied at home. They don't want to be recognized. The other thing is that if it's squeaky, it's regularly patrolled. And there are probably no glory holes -- and that's apparently how Fred prefers to handle things."
"Why?" Damian asked, listening in on Candace's speakerphone-equipped cell.
"It's anonymous," Beth explained. "You stick your dick through a hole and somebody sucks it. You don't know who. It could even be a woman -- was, in my case!" She tittered. "Or you wait and someone sticks his through and you suck it. Fred was on both ends at that other hole." She mused a moment. "It was a pit -- dark and dirty and there were holes everywhere -- and the only monitoring was for the staff to be voyeurs... I bet if Fred knew about THAT he wouldn't go back."
"Probably not," Louise agreed. "This dick thing is his backup plan -- that means whatever bitch he was banging told him to hit the street. Maybe we should go ahead with the girls, now that he's sorta desperate."
Beth nodded. "I'll tell Lon," Candace murmured. "You know, he isn't thrilled. I don't guess I would be, either.
"Well, Rick pulled Teela," Beth sighed. "Although we could probably get her to parade around out there and see if Fred's interested..." There was the outside chance that Fred had made the switch and was primarily doing males...
"Good idea," Candace agreed. "We should probably clue everyone else in on what's happening and start planning."
"We're technically coming off shift," Louise offered. "Want to set up something for this afternoon?"
"Sure," Candace agreed. "Call around -- see what you can do. Damian and I may have to attend by phone..."
"I bet he's rooted," Louise opined. "Y'all can probably come on in. He'll probably stay late and come home blitzed and pissy."
"Well, we'll wait, for now," Candace replied. "You never know -- he might get up the nerve to go someplace else."
The rest turned out to be easily reeled in; Lon, Rick, Sally, and Teela were at Rick's, fooling around in the pool -- and Jean was home, too. It was decided that they would meet at Jean's. Terence made the trek alone; Beth and Louise left work in a convoy. When they were all organized, Beth put Jean's phone on speaker and called Candace.
Candace was slumped behind the wheel of her car; Damian had two fingers in her vagina and was working over her clitty with his thumb. She didn't figure she was going to get a huge cum like that, but it WAS pleasant -- and Damian was getting to be more and more adept... "H-hello?"
"Are we interrupting something, Mistress?" Beth smirked.
"Not really," Candace grated, putting the cell phone on speaker. "Is everyone there?"
"Yes, Mistress. Would you like to fill them in?"
"Okay." Candace related the situation and Louise provided the analysis of the implications. At the end of it, Candace took over, "So you see, we think the time is ripe for the girls to go in."
"Teela's not going," Rick announced.
Lon made a face. "So I'm stuck letting Sally? That sucks."
"We were thinking that Teela could go in to see if there is any shot at making the whole thing work," Louise interjected smoothly. "If she parades around and gets a reaction from Fred, then we can go ahead with further planning."
Lon looked at Rick -- who looked at Teela. "That sounds okay," she said carefully. "I just do a little teasing, right?"
"Right," Louise agreed. "If Fred bites, then we can look at something more, um, elaborate."
"I don't like it," Lon declared flatly, "but if it goes forward, Toby and I are working on the particulars. Toby has a plan; we're going to use his place, as it's the easiest for him to set up."
Toby nodded. "We've come up with some bells and whistles to make it interesting without Fred getting too deep in Sally, if we work it right. I'm going to do the video setup and help out; Lon's going to be there to make sure Fred doesn't get too wild with Sally..."
"So there is a plan?" Candace asked.
"Yes," Toby replied. "Leave it to us -- we'll handle it, if it goes down."
"Fine." Candace wasn't sure why she agreed so quickly -- maybe she just didn't want to know.
"So, when?" Teela asked.
"Tomorrow?" Beth solicited agreement from those present.
"How far do I go?"
"I'd go in to the site, wave it around a bit, and eyeball all of those construction hunks," Louise replied. "Flash a little something and make eyes at Fred -- see if he wants to play. Use your judgment -- you know how to tease a guy, right?"
"Well, I'm not THAT good at it -- but I guess if I'm a little obvious, that's okay..." Teela mused.
"Right. You ain't gonna be on the receiving end, anyway," Louise replied.
Lon looked disgusted; Sally, as usual, looked serene.
Louise picked it up. "We're gonna owe you guys big time if this goes down," she said.
"Damn straight," Lon grunted. It was clear that he was going to collect, too!
"Anything else?" Jean asked.
"Yeah," Damian 's voice came across the speaker, "About the dog..."
"Damian!" Louise snapped.
"Well, hey, I might have something!" Damian argued.
"It can wait!" Louise retorted.
"Awright!" Damian sounded aggrieved.
"Are we done, then?" Jean asked again. There was general agreement. "Okay, then, I guess we're adjourned..."
People started to scatter. Jean passed a look with Toby, who remained seated. Beth got up and murmured, "Hey, Terence..." then sidled up and began whispering in his ear. Terence grinned and nodded and whipped out his cell; Beth slid her hand in his while he dialed one-handed.
Teela watched this, amused. "What's that all about?" she asked Rick.
"He has to call Candace to get permission for Beth to fuck him," Rick related. "It's all part of the 'Mistress' crap."
"So they have a thing going?"
"No," Rick frowned. "It's sort of a default. Lon is with Sally, I'm with you -- Toby, of course was never on her list. That leaves Terence and Damian -- and Damian is with Candace..."
"So I'm tying you up and Sally is tying Lon up and Beth has no choice?"
"Something like that," Rick nodded.
"Look, if you want to set something up..." Teela offered. "I just want to be there. Maybe I can use that rain check..."
Rick nodded. "That would be cool, I think. I'll ask her."
"Or I can," Teela smirked. "Candace might be more lenient with her over me."
"You could be right," Rick agreed.
Meanwhile, Terence was working his way through the process with Candace. "So, is it all right?"
"Yeah, I guess," Candace grumped. Granted, she had Damian there with her -- and she KNEW he wasn't going to let her go without a fuck -- but she sort of wanted to do something more, like get rid of that ass-fuck that was hanging over her head. That took a public gathering, and they hadn't had one in a while... "Hey, put Jean on, will you? I want to talk to her and Louise."
"Mama!" Terence yelled to keep his mother from disappearing through the door. "Candace wants to talk to you and Jean!"
Jean's head cranked around from where she now sat oriented on Toby, "What?"
"Here." Terence stuck the phone in her hand and put it on speaker.
"What's up?" Jean asked.
"I think we need to shake stuff up again -- have another party, you know?" Candace remarked. "Things are kind of limited right now; despite the talk about what the boys can and can't do, the girls are driving things in certain directions..."
Everybody heard. Jean pursed her lips. "Looks like we have another subject to discuss, after all."
Teela shrugged. "I was just telling Rick that I might like to cash in that rain check..."
"Sweetheart?" Sally cocked her head at Lon. "The other day you said something about what was fair to your friends..."
Lon assumed a pinched expression. "Yeah." Everyone started glancing around -- except Toby.
Jean said quietly, "I think the girls are trying to say something..."
Teela shrugged. "I sorta promised Rick that he could, um, meet his obligations..."
Sally glanced up and said clearly. "I have no say in this matter. And I like it that way." Lon and Rick shared a grimace.
"Hey, is Damian still there?" Teela asked.
"Yeah," Damian grunted.
"Look, I want to hear about the dog, even if no one else does!" Teela insisted.
Louise rolled her eyes and Jean put her head in her hands, but Damian couldn't see that. "Hey, okay. It belongs to a friend of a friend. Turns out he wants to go out of town next week to some camp -- but he has to kennel the dog, and the kennel wants an arm and a leg. I mean, if we offer to watch him, we'll make a buck or two AND have a dog to do this flick with..."
"Your Pa would shit a brick!" Louise exploded.
"Well, somebody else, then," Damian replied. "He don't care where the dog is as long as it's being taken care of!"
People started glancing around the room. "I don't know..." Jean murmured.
"The yard is fenced..." Rick argued, then flashed a look at Lon.
"Yeah, yeah," Lon grunted. "Ours is, too. Mama?"
Candace flicked a worried glance at Damian. "Ummm..." Damian stared her down. "Well, maybe. What kind of dog is it?"
"Rottweiler and, well, SOMETHING else..." Damian spread his hands.
"It's male?" Beth asked. "Unfixed?"
"Balls the size of golf balls," Damian confirmed. "Dude is always having to chain him up because other dogs are in heat."
"Is he aggressive?" Teela asked.
"He might lick you to death..." Damian realized what he'd said when several snickers broke out.
"What about food?" Candace asked.
"Dude will supply it."
"And if he tears stuff up?" Candace pressed.
"He ain't a pup any more," Damian replied. "But we can take it out of the proceeds. Besides, I thought we were getting a dog for a reason of our own?"
"Okay, okay!" Candace waved it off. "Can we get back to the other thing? How about a barbeque?"
"That ain't all, right?" Damian clarified.
"No," Candace replied, exasperated. "Do we have to get graphic? Okay, then -- an orgy, sort of. That good enough for you?"
"Just getting things out in the clear," Damian replied smugly.
Jean flicked a glance around the table at the other women. "Saturday?"
"After three?" Louise prompted. "Beth and I are working..."
"Fine with me," Candace agreed.
"Saturday, then. At Candace's?" Jean once more garnered approval.
"Fine," Candace agreed, sensing agreement in the silence.
"Great!" Damian exclaimed. "And the dog?"
The women at the table gathered silent opinions. "Go see how much you can get for babysitting him," Louise sighed. "And when and where and such. We'll figure it out based on that."
"Cool." Damian settled back.
"Is that it?" Jean asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Candace agreed.
"Okay, then. Bye!" Jean handed the phone to Terence. He and Beth headed for the door, holding hands and looking like newlyweds. Teela grinned and shook her head.
"They have a lot in common," Toby observed, poker-faced.
"Yeah," Louise grunted, "they both like dick!"
"Louise!" Jean erupted. "That's your son!"
Louise shrugged. "It's the truth. To be fair, I bet they both like pussy, too!" She grimaced. "I like dick -- and it's been in short supply..."
The three males present shared a glance. "Saturday," Lon promised.
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