Chapter 47

"That's Pa's truck," Terence pointed it out.

"Okay, we'll roll by and park down the block," Lon said. "Then we can get Rick and Teela in on things, too." He went on past two buildings and parked. Rick pulled in behind him, and at Lon's wave, everybody got out. "Terence says that's his dad's truck," Lon said, pointing it out to Rick and Teela.

"So he's here, then?" Rick asked.

"Yeah," Terence nodded. "Gotta be."

"Okay, well, he probably shouldn't see you," Rick murmured, "although he won't know the rest of us. Hang back, but tell us what we need to know."

"Okay," Terence grunted. "I guess the first thing is that Pa don't do nine to five. He's in construction; usually, he gets to the job site at, like, seven-thirty, and they wait for the materials to arrive, then they work until they run out. Theoretically, shit arrives just in time, but lots of times it doesn't, so they go home early. Sometimes, Pa goes from one site to another, and can work maybe twelve hours a day -- but lately, things have been slow, so this is all he's got. I think it's the outfit he's workin' for, not the amount of jobs..."

"So he could pop out at noon?" Rick asked.

"Or deliveries could be behind and he'd not even get to start," Terence nodded. "If shit gets behind, he might have to do the weekend; it ain't strange for him to do seven days a week when shit gets behind schedule."

Lon nodded. "Let's hope things break before the summer is over."

"They probably will," Terence admitted. "Chicks come by in summer wearin' not a lot; he talks about that. Winter, he's outdoors, and folk with sense are in." He sighed. "Pa had a thing going with the secretary at the office, I'm pretty sure, for a while -- he kept finding excuses to go over there. He ain't said nothin' about her for a while, so I figure it's over..."

Teela picked that moment to pass the word, "I, uh, might not be able to be more than, uh, eye-candy..." She flicked a glance at Rick.

Everybody got it. Lon scowled, and Sally looked pensive. Terence nodded, just as happy that she wouldn't be in on any entrapment.

They kept an eye on things for twenty minutes or so before workers started exiting the building. "That's Pa," Terence grunted, pointing out a muscular black man in a muscle shirt, striding toward the pickup.

"Guess we'd better follow," Lon observed. "You guys can go, I guess, now that you know what we're looking for..." Rick nodded, and he and Teela headed for Teela's, while Lon pulled out some distance behind Fred's battered pickup.

They didn't go far; there was a bar about six blocks away, and Fred pulled into the parking lot and got out, throwing on a long-sleeve shirt over his sweaty muscle shirt and rolling up the sleeves.

"Well, we can't follow him in there," Lon grunted.

"Yeah, no shit," Terence agreed.

"What if he's meeting someone in there?" Sally asked.

"He won't be fucking here," Terence answered.

"True, but if he makes a date, we won't know it," Lon pointed out. "I'll call Mama," he added, picking up his cell phone.

"He's in a bar, Mama," Lon related after Candace picked up. "We won't know what's up, obviously."

"Strip bar, regular drinking place -- what is it?" Candace asked.

"Regular place, I think," Lon replied. "Rico's, on seventeenth."

"I've been in there," Candace agreed. "It can be a pick-up place, but not at this time of day. If he stays until we get done shopping, we'll send someone in; if not, it won't be a problem."

"Okay," Lon hung up and relayed to the others, "If he hangs out for a long time, they'll send somebody in to see if he's hitting on anyone -- but until then, it's up to us..." He hauled Sally over next to him and started nuzzling her neck; as for Terence, well, he could get his own...

Inside, Fred was trying hard to rise above temptation. Yesterday had been more than mildly successful, and nothing reinforces a behavior like success... It was a lot later already, though, and while he might arrive at the adult video store in prime-time, he'd be late getting home; besides, he made it a rule to rotate his targets, and the other two were even more distant, not to mention not as certain to be entertaining. No, better to have a few beers and go home to that dumb cunt he'd married, then ended up raising somebody else's kid by...

Forty-five minutes later, he came wandering out the door and got into his truck, ending a miserable time for Terence as Lon and Sally had to stop making out to follow him. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of Terence's house, and the surveillance was over for the evening; Terence got out and circled around back to talk to his mother in the kitchen. "Jus' drinking, probably," he related grumpily.

"What's the matter, Boy?" Louise asked.

"Lon and Sally was making out while we waited. That sucked."

Damian chuckled. "Guess we'll have to try to bring our own entertainment..."

"You boys go out together, you won't need any," Louise pointed out.

"Yeah, well, shit gets pretty boring..." Terence observed.

"Guess you'll have to come up with something, then," Louise murmured, and left it at that. She was pretty sure that recent events had killed the boys' little experiment, but you never knew...

Terence knew, though. He wasn't planning to get caught messing around with Damian any time soon; he'd wait and get some pussy -- or beat off. Fuck it.

"Drag him in here!" Poppa Pendergast yelled out the front door.

"Oh, fuck!" Teela wailed. This couldn't be good...

But Poppa got a look at Rick and didn't go off on him or anything... "So, Boy, how you holdin' up?" he asked.

"Sir?"

"She's a handful ain't she? Her momma was." Frank's eyes twinkled.

"Yes, she is, Sir," Rick agreed.

"Siddown, we probably oughta talk." Frank waved at the couch. Rick did so, gingerly. Frank sucked his teeth. "Do I ask if it's serious?"

"I think so!" Rick replied.

"Poppa!" Teela ranted.

"Lookit, I HAD ta ask!" Frank grinned. "I hear you handle her shit pretty well," he added.

"Well..." Rick didn't know what to say, exactly.

"It's all right -- I know how she is. Spicy, more than anything else."

Rick nodded cautiously; he had no idea where all this was going.

Frank turned to Teela. "Why don't you go start some supper? We need ta do man talk, here."

"Poppa..."

"Relax. I ain't running him off... Go on, git!" Frank waved her off. Teela shrugged helplessly and left Rick in her father's clutches.

Frank watched her leave, then, "Okay, ya can call a spade a spade, now. She says you got this magic touch an' can keep her from bouncin' off the walls. Is it that easy, or is there more to it than that?"

Rick looked perplexed. "Well, it isn't THAT easy..."

"If you're dribblin' her and keepin' her from bouncin' off the walls like a superball, you're probably doin' okay," Frank observed. "Is it tough? Too tough?"

"Well, no -- why?"

"I just wanna know in case I hafta pick up the pieces. She tends to run to quick and noisy, but that don't mean she can handle it."

"Oh." If he meant what Rick THOUGHT he meant, he was worried that Rick was going to dump Teela in the near future... "I think we're doing okay."

"Good," Frank nodded. "Sex been okay? If you need a place, use her room; I'd rather that than to have ta pick you two up at the police station."

Rick rocked again. "Okay. I think we're fine..."

Frank nodded. "Once her mama got goin' she was hard to keep up with -- you know? A man can only shoot so much juice..."

"Oh." Rick looked stricken.

"That a problem?" Frank cocked his head.

"No, I've got plenty -- but I'm not superman."

"Nobody is, Stud," Frank chuckled. "Any woman can outlast any man on any given day."

"She said her mother was... loose..." Rick said carefully.

"There's loose and there's loose," Frank allowed. "I might have overstated it here a while back. But, yeah, I wasn't always her only supplier. On the other hand, I always knew what was goin' on and she was always there for me." His eyes grew distant. "Teela might not take after her mother; her wings is kinda clipped. But then, her mama was... moody."

"I don't know if I can handle being..."

"Screwed around on? Cuckolded? Hung with horns?" Frank chuckled. "Why, Boy? Worried you ain't a man?"

Rick ducked his head. "Maybe."

"Things been okay so far?" Frank asked. "Her Mama tried -- well, everything, jus' about. But I never seemed to have a problem gettin' her off, even after big nigger dicks." He cocked his head. "How big is it? Four inches?"

"Over six, I figure..." Rick replied.

"Usin' a ruler?" Frank eyed him over his bifocals.

"Yeah. Almost seven."

"Hold your head up, then, Boy! You be bigger'n me!" Frank laughed. "I'd stop worryin' about THAT!"

"How bad is the, uh, fooling around?" Rick asked.

"You keep her wet once a day, I figure you're good to go. I couldn't keep up, 'cause I was working an' takin' care of her. Her mama wasn't cut out for motherhood. That's somethin' you might end up worryin' about."

"What if I let her?"

Frank rubbed at his face. "I'd let her, rather than makin' her lie about it. Be up-front -- be there, if possible. Don't push her -- no need to rush things -- but don't chop her off, either. Remember, you got more goin' for ya than the other guy does; chances are, she'll climb up offa his an' come lookin' for yours..."

"Uh, anything else?"

"Don't make her crash, Boy. And if you gotta, warn me, okay? I won't want her ta be alone..."

"Okay." Rick rubbed his forehead.

"What're ya doin' tonight?" Frank asked.

"Not much -- I just brought her home. We're going out tomorrow for several hours..."

"Stay to dinner, then," Frank pressed. "Take her upstairs and leave her freshly fucked. I hear your mama knows about all this..."

"Yeah."

"She'll understand if ya miss supper. Call her."

"Okay." Rick fished out his phone; Frank got up and headed for the kitchen.

"You're feedin' three," Frank announced on entering the kitchen -- then he changed the subject without preamble. "He don't think he's got enough dick to hold ya."

Teela covered her face. "Poppa! Do we HAVE to discuss this?"

"I don't," Frank replied, "but you two do. From the sound of things, he's got plenty -- so what's up? Howcum he's all worried about it?"

"He has friends -- and they're all bigger, apparently," Teela related.

"What's that got to do with you?" Frank gave her the gimlet eye.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"He needs ta know that. Y'all can't move on ta other shit until the two of ya are tight -- secure. Otherwise, shit happens. You got to cover both ends -- he needs to know that sex ain't all there is to it -- but if it was, he'd be golden there, too!" Frank advised. "How many times have you two..."

"Not enough."

"Fix it. Take him upstairs after supper. I'll turn up the TV or go out or something."

"Uh..." What did you say in a case like this? "Thanks, Poppa."

"Mom?" Rick said into the phone, "I'm doing dinner at Teela's."

Jean suddenly realized that she hadn't given her son a thought since they started out to shop for surveillance gear. Dinner hadn't surfaced as a subject, either. "All right, Dear. Have a good time..." She hung up the phone and turned to Toby, "We should think about dinner."

Toby shrugged, "Okay." Candace and Beth both went poker-faced; Jean wasn't including either of them. Toby missed the whole thing; he was very busy trying to balance expense and functionality in video cameras. A new -- and expensive -- still camera and lenses had already been selected, and Candace had indicated that the budget bucket wasn't bottomless -- and binoculars were still on the list... "This one, I think."

Irritation with Jean impelled Candace to be balky, "Why?"

Toby launched into a recitation of features and benefits that made her wish she hadn't bothered. "Okay, okay! Let's get on with it! Your girlfriend wants dinner!"

Toby frowned. "What?" Beth snickered. Toby opened his mouth to recommend a fast food place nearby, but shut it, wisely. Something was up... "What am I missing here?"

"I was thinking aloud, I guess," Jean admitted. "Rick is having dinner at Teela's..."

"Oh." Undoubtedly, Rick wasn't JUST having dinner -- and Jean was having the same thoughts. And Candace was looking grouchy because... Because Rick was busy, and Jean was trying to take him out of the equation, and that left Terence and Damian... 'There's only so much of me to go around,' Toby sighed to himself. How could he do this? The thought of trying to handle them both simultaneously flashed through his head -- and both of them flashed a grimace. He HAD to be projecting... If he WAS capable of controlling the situation, how much effort would it be?

"I'm gonna have to get ready for work, soon," Beth announced in an effort to edit herself out of the equation -- but that only made things worse...

Toby turned to Jean and deployed what he hoped was the force of his will, "That was kind of selfish, wasn't it?"

Jean wilted. "Well, maybe..."

"Candace is footing the bill for all this..."

"Okay, okay!" Jean conceded.

Toby softened things by rubbing her back. "We're about done here. We can pick up the binocs and stop somewhere decent for a quick bite before going back to your place." With any luck, by the time dinner was over, he would have both Jean and Candace in a cooperative mood...

Beth watched this from the outside, admiring her son's diplomatic talents -- or whatever they were. Yeah, he had a chunk of his father in him...

Dinner ended up being at a franchise Italian restaurant; from there, they all went back to Jean's. But Candace and Beth left fairly quickly, Candace firmly under the impression that she was going to see Toby at some point the next day...

Fifteen minutes later, Jean was rising and falling on Toby's erection. "Toby," she gasped, "I don't see why you have to..."

"For the same reason you do, Sweetheart. It's not fair to Candace to make her do Damian and Terence -- you KNOW how conflicted she is over Damian!"

"Well, the others..."

"... Have girlfriends their own age, who aren't really group members. You were there; you know it's different."

"It shouldn't be," Jean pouted. "Why can't I have you like they have them?"

Anger flashed through him. "Stop. Now!"

"Yes, Toby." Jean shut down immediately.

Toby eyed her, wondering if it was the arousal triggering an increase in his powers of suggestion, or he was just deluding himself. "Let's have a really good time..."

Jean bit her lip and her eyes went vacant -- and the ride just got incredible! The more she got excited, the more he got excited -- and the thing spiraled up and up...

"AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Jean screamed at the top of her lungs, grinding herself against Toby's crotch. Toby, totally in synch with her, blasted gout after gout of his seed into her vagina, arching himself to push deeper into her from below.

Uncharacteristically, Jean crashed after that tumultuous orgasm -- but Toby congratulated himself for that, too, as he let himself out.

"C'mon, let's go to my room," Teela coaxed after a dinner of chicken cutlets and salad.

"What about your dad?" Rick asked.

"He'll be fine." In fact, Frank grinned as Teela dragged her new boyfriend past him and headed upstairs; a little sex wouldn't hurt either of them. If the relationship panned out, it would help -- and if it didn't, at least that dimension would be familiar... Frank had seen the growing urgency in Teela and had worried that she might get into girls -- that big piece she was always hanging out with, for instance. Frank had never mentioned it to his daughter, and he'd tried not to let word or deed slip -- but he would have fucked Sally in a heartbeat! Being around a while changed your tastes in women; some might say that it made you less picky, but Frank knew better -- it was a shift from pure appearance to practical matters and the woman's ability to address them properly. Experience taught you that really hot-looking pussy tended not to live up to it's advertising -- and it cost you an arm and a leg, to boot! Big Sally didn't have a swelled head or a sorry-assed personality, she apparently knew the value of a buck, and she looked to be able to fuck all night, eight months pregnant! Too bad he was two decades too old for her...

Pretty soon, noises started drifting to Frank's ears -- noises that hadn't been made in this house in a while. Teela's mama had been noisy, and apparently she was a chip off the old block where THAT was concerned, at least! Young Rick must be doing okay, from the sound of things... Very quickly, it got to be too much; Frank got up and headed out to go get a beer.

"Easy, Baby!" Teela was riding Rick, hanging onto the headboard of her four-poster -- and Rick was seriously concerned that the bed might not hold up!

"So good... Gimmee! Please! Ogod! Yes! Ogod! Gimmee! GIMMEEEEE!!!" Teela's eyes rolled up and she started shaking like a leaf; Rick took over from below, steadying her while maintaining the pace and intensity. Teela dropped forward and started sucking on Rick's neck, murmuring, "So good... So good..."

"Let me roll you over," Rick huffed.

"Okay." The pair picked a direction and rolled such that Rick was on top -- somehow managing not to disconnect. Teela got her knees up, but Rick pushed them to her shoulders -- and then the pounding began!

Teela's eyes popped; she hadn't been taking it easy, by any means -- but Rick DEFINITELY bumped things up a notch! Rick went at it like he was riding a thoroughbred, holding her legs pressed against her shoulders and pounding away, his face intent on hers while his cock pistoned into her and his pubic bone slammed hers at a rate that exceeded twice a second, delivering shock after shock to her erect, sensitive clit. The ride got wild fast; Teela instinctively worked at rolling up her pelvis to present even more of her crotch to his pounding attack, surrendering to his urgency and using it to pursue the delirious pleasure that only Rick could bring her. Teela liked it hard, rough, wild -- and MAN, could Rick deliver! Trip-hammer impacts delivered wave after wave of pleasure, until they began to run together and build to something else... "Ogod! Ogod! Fuck! FUUUUCK!" Teela wailed as another massive discharge of pleasure raced through her nervous system.

Rick grinned ferally above her; he was pure animal at this point, his cock a source of continuous, itchy pleasure, each stroke adding to his urgency. Whether he would last until Teela got to her peak again was an open question; the countdown clock on his own completion was running. Past the point of no return, he stepped things up even further; Teela came right out of recovery from her second orgasm and into the manic race for her third, hunching back up at him from below...

This actually, put Rick off his stride a bit, shifting him out of the groove he was wearing in Teela's pussy. But it didn't stop things, and it DID provide a host of new sensations as her gyrations brought him into contact with different surfaces inside her clutching twat. Rick recovered, maintaining the pace and his urgency, incorporating the changes into his climb -- and was taken by surprise as Teela peaked AGAIN!

Teela had been awash when Rick picked things up, recovering from her second orgasm -- but something about the change of pace and penetration jerked her halfway back up the slope while imparting an urgency that would not be denied! She started corkscrewing her hips, trying to scratch that undefined itch, and she found a pattern that applied the afterburner to her climb! She got wilder and wilder -- but she COULDN'T stop -- and the light at the end of the tunnel resolved itself to the headlight of the oncoming locomotive just before impact...

"Huh! HUH! HUH! HUUUUUHHHH!!!" Her usual ability to jerk out a word or two was robbed from her by the intensity of the explosion. She strained against, Rick, her pussy pulsing and clamping -- and Rick erupted!

"HOLY SHIT!" Rick grunted through clenched teeth! That first glob of semen felt like it was the size of a golf ball and ripped the head off his dick, but once it was gone, the others felt like gushes from a fire hose, and brought flashing waves of pleasure as Teela's twat pulsed and sucked, trying to milk more out of him. The pair went somewhere else -- a place where they were both together and apart -- and the trip left them collapsed against one another, exhausted. "Sleep with me!" Teela moaned. Rick didn't remember answering.

Frank came back after two a.m., to find Rick's car still in the driveway. Upstairs, he found Rick in Teela, too, but hey... He grinned drunkenly and shuffled off to bed.

Rick got up to pee at one point -- and when he came out of the bathroom, Teela was standing there. "Come back to bed." Arguing didn't seem worthwhile...

Things came home to roost Thursday morning, however; the couple had to rush out to Rick's house so he could change (and endure a harangue by Jean about being out all night) before rolling in to Beth and Toby's for instruction on the operation of the cameras and other surveillance gear. Lon and Sally showed up, too, as did Terence and Damian; Beth and Louise hung out in the background, but got included, eventually, anyway. Neither Candace nor Jean showed up; Candace was apparently under the impression that Toby was going to teach her one on one -- and Jean had similar ideas. How that was all going to happen when the equipment was out with the surveillance team in the field wasn't clear...

The 'surveillance team in the field' was Rick and Teela, who arrived on-site at about noon. Fred's truck was there, no problem, so they spent the next hour playing with the binoculars and cameras before settling down. But at two-fifteen, workers started coming out of the site -- and Fred was among them. He got into his pickup and headed off along a familiar route -- to the bar where he'd spent time the day before -- and upon his arrival, the kids checked in to tell Beth, who had the day off and was tracking things, where they were...

"He's at that bar again," Teela related.

"If he stays more than an hour, I'll come by and check the place out, okay?" Beth offered.

"Sounds good," Teela agreed, and hung up.

Fred didn't hang out for an hour, though; he had too much time on his hands and the temptation was too great. At three o'clock, he tossed down the dregs of his third beer and hit the door...

"Heads up!" Rick exclaimed, catching Fred's exit from the corner of his eye. "We're outta here!" When Fred pulled out into traffic, Rick waited for one car to pass and pulled out to follow.

"He isn't headed home," Teela observed.

"Not yet, anyway," Rick agreed.

Ten minutes later, it was clear that something was up. "Beth?" Teela related, "We're headed out of town, toward Winton."

"No kidding?" Beth got moving. "Is he leading you around because he's figured out he's being followed?"

"I don't think so," Teela replied, "He's not acting tricky, and there's plenty of traffic... We're headed out on highway one fourteen."

"Okay, Sweetie -- I'll be along. There might be something up, here. I'll call Louise, too," Beth advised.

"Great!" Teela replied. "I'm kinda scared, hanging out like this..."

"It'll be fine, Sweetie. You guys hang back and don't get seen, okay?"

"Okay."

Beth called Louise, "Fred's headed for Winton."

"No shit?" Louise's response indicated her surprise.

"Any idea why he might go that way?" Beth asked.

"Uh uh. Hang on..." Louise went into the living room, where Terence and Damian were watching some movie on TV. "Do you two have any idea why your Pa might go to Winton?" The boys shared a look and shook their heads, and Louise related, "No guess."

"Okay. I'm gonna go back up the kids. I'll call you when I know something."

"Sounds good, Hon. Be careful!"

"I will." Beth hung up.

Louise headed back toward the kitchen and her court show. Damian eyed Terence. "Winton, huh?" Winton was a lot easier to find hookers in than the town they lived in; the town had sort of a red-light district -- strip bars, adult video stores -- even visible hookers, if you were in the right place at the right time... Pa was up to no good, it looked like.

Fred wheeled the pickup into the parking lot behind Alonzo's Adult Emporium and shut it down, looking around at the other cars to see which ones were occupied. There were a couple that still had occupants -- one female, probably waiting while her boyfriend rented a video. Fred had seen women in the store before, but it was always the same tale -- 'We're here to buy some adult gag gifts'. Then they would spend twenty minutes looking at vibrators, giggling at one another. More often than not, you could take one look at them and know who they were shopping for; most women only hit the stores when they were truly desperate. Fred couldn't recall ever having seen a woman brave enough to hit the peeps; on the other hand, he HAD seen -- and avoided -- a couple of transvestites. They were interesting on screen, but in person, they were kinda scary... Occasionally, you saw a cross-dresser -- usually REALLY ugly! A bearded guy in a housedress, a wig, and stockings? Yuck... Fred got out of the truck and ambled inside.

"He went in!" Rick hissed. They had parked in the next parking lot and were using the store for cover while they watched. "Call Beth!"

"He went into Alonzo's Adult Emporium," Teela related. "It's on Scale Street."

"Well, you won't be going in THERE!" Beth laughed. "I'm about ten minutes out. See you soon!"

Meanwhile, Fred spent ten minutes perusing the racks, pretending to be interested in buying a video or a toy. There WERE a couple of toys that might have been vaguely interesting, if he had a place to try them out -- but, no. Not at home... He got change for a twenty from the three hundred fifty pound chick at the counter and headed for the peep booths in the back.

Beth wheeled her minivan into the parking lot where Teela and Rick waited. "Has he come out?" she asked.

"No." Rick shook his head.

"These places don't take THAT long to look over," Beth observed. It was fortunate that she was on backup; Jean, for instance, would never even have thought about going inside -- but Roy had gotten a kick out of sending Beth into such places, so she knew no fear. "He's up to something in there. I'm going in."

"Are you sure?" Teela asked, nervous.

"Oh, yeah," Beth grinned. "It's not dangerous. And I don't have to worry about my reputation." She headed toward the door, waving. Teela watched her go, shaking her head.

Fred didn't have a favorite booth here -- he didn't need one. In the first place, it was Russian Roulette finding one where the videos worked halfway decently -- and in the second, nearly every booth had a glory hole, varying in size from something you could only watch through to something you could stick your balls through, too, if you cared to. There were only about a dozen peeps -- six on each side -- and one VIP booth on the back wall, unused, as usual. There were three guys looking at the boxes for the videos in the system displayed on the wall -- or pretending to while they scoped each other... Fred gave the content a cursory glance; it was about 25% straight sex (with variations) 50% gay and 25% other oddities -- fetish, fatties, TVs... The emphasis on gay sex made the focus of the area pretty obvious. Fred stuck his head in each of the first four booths on the right before picking one; the others were a mess -- toilet paper, dribbles of semen on the plexiglass covering the screen -- you name it. Somebody was supposed to clean up this mess periodically, but the same lack of health inspection that allowed glory holes to spring up in the first place fostered laziness in the staff... 'It'd be nice to find a fuckin' place that had holes AND wasn't a fuckin' mess...' Fred thought glumly, while he fed a dollar into the machine.

Sound was nonexistent, and you could only change channels in one direction -- par for the course. The store just took the money and provided minimal service, recognizing the fact that the videos were more or less a catalyst for what was REALLY going on...

Fred unzipped his fly, extracted his member, and started jacking -- and instantly had activity at the glory hole on his right. It wasn't long before a finger popped through, and Fred fed his length through the hole and into a waiting mouth, sighing in pleasure.

Beth didn't fool around pretending to be interested in the video or toy selection -- she just walked the aisles, looking for Fred -- or rather, looking for a big black guy. There weren't any in the main store, so she turned toward the back.

The woman behind the counter roused herself, "You want some rubbers, Honey? I would, if I was you -- I DO, in fact. I'll give you some for free..."

"No, I'm set," Beth replied, waving her purse. Then she stepped into the dark...

The place was a rat hole -- that was obvious. The males present shied away, fearful -- a woman here was usually escorted, or she wasn't REALLY a woman. Besides, most of them were somewhat ashamed of themselves and didn't want to be recognized. Beth knew from experience that if she entered a booth, though, there would be a dick sticking through the hole in no time. Roy got a kick out of that; he used to give her a case of rubbers and see how long it took her to bring them back, used...

No black guys. There were various other colors, shapes and sizes, but nothing that would match Fred -- which meant he was in a booth. And every booth that was occupied had a neighbor that was ALSO occupied. Peeking through doors, Beth ascertained that there was no dearth of glory holes -- which meant that, undoubtedly, there was no dearth of cock suckers. She watched an older guy, who shot her a furtive glance before rattling a door across the way -- obviously, some of them were pretty brave, too...

Beth had learned everything she was going to, probably -- whether Fred was a sucker or a suckee wasn't really determinable by direct observation. On the other hand, if Fred was just in for service, he would be done fairly soon -- she didn't have to see him doing it to know that he must be waiting on his knees if he was in there for long...

Coming out of the back, she came under the regard of the clerk again. "Looking for someone special, Honey?"

Beth weighed her options, then nodded. "A big, beefy black guy..."

"He yours?" the clerk asked.

"Well, not really. More like I'm thinking about it, but..."

"Looks like you'd have to share," the clerk opined, her smile displaying a couple of gaps in her dental work. "He's in there -- I have to keep an eye on things." She waved at a monitor. "If I wasn't alone, here, you might've had to share with me. That'd probably be better than sharing with them, though." She waved Beth through a gap in the counter. "Want to see what he's up to?"

"Okay." Close up, the smell coming from the woman was unmistakable -- she was aroused. Obviously, she'd been playing with herself -- and probably wasn't wearing panties. Beth circled the counter gingerly to stand beside her.

"We watch a lot closer than they realize," the clerk grunted. "The cameras in the aisle don't even work. We don't need 'em, if we can see inside the booths..." The monitor was flicking from picture to picture at about one every five seconds. The clerk pushed a button and the screen displayed a black with his cock stuck through a glory hole. "That him, Honey? It's the only black guy in there..."

"Yeah," Beth nodded.

The clerk pushed another button and another booth appeared, with a balding Oriental male kneeling and sucking a protruding black cock. "He's probably getting a good one -- that bastard takes thirty or forty loads a day."

"Uh huh." Beth was shocked. Had she been watched by the store staff when she had done this kind of thing elsewhere? "Isn't this kind of illegal?"

"Look around, Honey," the clerk waved to take in her little empire. "You've been back there -- you think we're regulated? I do what I like -- and I like to watch. Shit, going in there is about the only way I'm gonna get a dick -- so I might as well get a look at what I'm hunting..." She winked at Beth. "Us big girls got to stick together."

"Is this the usual thing?" Beth asked.

"Shit, no!" the clerk replied. "I had to damn near give the boss my trailer key for six months to get him to do this -- but he likes to watch, too..."

"Do you record it?"

"Nah. You probably could, and I'd sure like to have a greatest hits tape, but the boss said if he caught me hooking anything up to this rig, he'd gut the whole thing AND fire me..." the clerk said, looking morose.

Beth suppressed a shudder. The clerk switched back to the view of Fred, then back to the guy sucking him. "That's a nice cock -- you probably ought to offer him something better than old vacuum lips, there..." As they watched, the blowjob ended; the little Oriental took Fred to the root and hung there, so the clerk switched back to Fred, who was obviously in the throes of his orgasm. Then she switched back to watch as he then spat Fred's seed in a corner before going back for more. "That's one load you missed, Honey," the clerk observed.

Beth nodded. On the screen, Fred put himself back together and exited the booth, and Beth waited for him to exit the peep area. The clerk was called away to make change for a large, balding male whom she apparently knew, from the exchange between them before he headed for the back.

Fred didn't come out. Beth frowned a bit, then hit a button marked 'Scan'. The screen flicked through six images before she found Fred -- in another booth, bent over to gaze through a hole. She stopped the monitor from moving on by pushing the currently lit button, watching as Fred went through several gyrations designed to allow him to see the guy in the next booth without having his face seen, apparently. Beth pushed the button for the next booth and beheld the balding guy that had recently been at the counter unlimbering a thick if not lengthy cock and heavy balls. And just as she was preparing to switch back to viewing Fred, his finger appeared at the hole...

"Well, Honey," the clerk mused, watching over Beth's shoulder, "Looks like your man plays both ends!" She punched the button that displayed Fred, just as he was taking in the balding man's thick meat. "Did you know that?"

"I wasn't sure," Beth replied. The glory hole between the booths was a large one; Fred was cradling Baldy's balls, which Baldy had pushed right through, while he lipped his shaft.

"Mike's lovin' that," the clerk observed. Baldy was obviously in the throes of a thoroughly enjoyable suck. She eyed Beth. "You still want him? Maybe he'll take Mike up his ass. If he does, maybe I can get him to stick that big black pecker of his in me while Mike bores out his poop chute!" She smiled her gap-toothed grin.

"Tell you what," Beth replied. "When he comes home, we're gonna have a long talk. If it doesn't turn out, I'll let you know -- okay?" She threaded her way back toward the door.

"Thanks, Honey! Us big girls..." The rest of the clerk's comment was lost in the closing of the door.