Chapter 13

A lot less than expected got accomplished on Friday. In the first place, the boys didn't gather until ten a.m. Then it took two runs to carry building materials from the local lumber yard to the house in Beth's van, due to the bulk of the doors. Toby, Rick, and Randy did the shopping, and naturally, not everything they wanted was available, so they had to look for some hardware at a second location. Then they all had to go over to Carter's to collect the old table saw and other tools Terence snatched out of his garage. It was after two o'clock before they had MOST of what they needed on site and could work.

Then the design began running afoul of reality. When they lifted the tiles on the drop ceiling, they discovered that the first floor joists ran parallel to the front of the booths -- and they had a choice between six feet four inches and seven feet eight inches if they wanted to tie in. They settled on seven feet eight, but that meant that interior walls and such would require more materials. Nobody thought to chase down something that would sink anchors into the concrete flooring, either. At the end of the day, they had the wall studs up -- sort of. They were attached to the floor joist above, but not to the concrete below. Terence and Damian were wrangling with Rick over basic door framing -- they wanted to do it the normal way, with a shimmed in frame -- but wall thickness didn't support it, so Rick held out for working with the rough opening in the studs as a doorframe. After half an hour of going back and forth, the Carters agreed that since they weren't working with a four inch wall, they would have to do it Rick's way. Next, a plan to mount removable side walls in the booths through slots in a two by four turned out to be incredibly difficult. Finally, disheartened, everyone headed home about five-thirty.

Fred asked about the project when the boys got home, clued in that they were trying their hands at construction by their discouraged conversation. "So what the fuck you building?"

Terence deferred to Damian, who thought fast. "Some small storage rooms in a basement," he replied. "Real cheap, for a friend. He's gonna rent 'em out or something."

Fred nodded. "And ya got trouble."

Damian nodded. "Stupid stuff, like anchoring studs on a cement floor."

"Got something for that." Fred led them out to the garage and gave them a nailgun that used blanks to shoot heavy nails into unyielding surfaces. "Be damned careful with that."

"We will, Pa. Thanks!" Damian grinned.

"Want me to come take a look at this project?" Fred asked.

"No, Pa -- we're gonna want to make our own mistakes, you know? There are three or four others, so we got plenty of help. It's gonna be an experience," Damian replied. "Maybe if we run into something else, we'll want some advice, but..."

"Anybody I know workin' with ya?" Fred asked, thinking, 'Probably all white boys...'

"Rain Man Hayes," Damian replied. "He helped draw up the plans. He had architectural drafting in school."

That set Fred back; he nodded and left it alone.

Randy went home grouchy, to find a note on his pillow and a pair of pink, flowered cotton panties underneath it. "Use this. I'll swap out when you're ready," the note said in his youngest sister's somewhat overdone script.

"Great! This is ALL I fucking need!" Randy ranted. If Mama found him shooting jizz into a pair of Brie's old panties, all Hell would break loose! He balled them up and shoved them in a pocket and headed upstairs. Brie was playing on her Gameboy when he hammered the door open, then walked in and tossed the panties on her bed. "No. No fucking way!"

"What?" Brie blinked in surprise, then caught up. "Why not?"

"If Mama caught me jizzing up a pair of your..."

"Shhh! Sissy's in her room!" Brie stopped him.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Brie shrugged. "I thought it might be, you know, additional incentive...."

"Cheesecake, nobody over the age of twelve should be thinking about getting into your panties -- and maybe not them, either! For me, it's a huge fucking no-no! You, or Sissy, or Mama -- that's incest, and it's bad news! You want to give me something, make it something nice and neutral. I'd be better off with a pair of mine!"

Brie opened her mouth, but looked over Randy's shoulder and shut it. "What's all this shit?" Alyssa's voice rasped behind him.

Randy nearly hit the ceiling, he jumped so high. "Nothing. Brie and I had a misunderstanding, that's all."

"What's all this incest stuff?"

Randy had no ready answer; Brie decided the truth might do, since it would probably tickle her big sister. "I swiped the rag that Big Brother, ummm, wipes up with, you know? And I left him a pair of my panties. And he's afraid that Mama might get the wrong idea."

"You mean the rag he jerks off into?" Alyssa burst out laughing. "I might have something lacy laying around..."

"Gee, thanks," Randy replied sarcastically.

"Give him back his rag, Sis," Alyssa told Brie. "He's just managing to whack off often enough not to get all sweaty around my girlfriends. We don't want him getting backed up." She turned and swayed off, giggling.

"NOW see what you've done!" Randy ranted.

"You're the one that came in her yelling and told her enough that only the truth would do!" Brie retorted.

"She's gonna crap on me -- probably in front of Mama, if not her kinky girlfriends -- And I'm gonna have to put up with it after spending a WHOLE DAY trying to get your little booth built!" Randy ranted.

"You did? What little booth?" Brie was all ears.

"We're making you a little room with a door and holes in the wall so that you can be on one side and," Randy craned his neck to ensure Alyssa was gone, "a boy can be on the other. He'll stick it through, and you'll get your fun and he'll get his and nobody will know who is who."

"Will that work?" Brie was wide-eyed.

"Yeah. Believe it or not, there are places where that kind of thing happens -- that's where the idea came from. This isn't new and untried -- you're gonna get your fun." He grimaced. "But building the thing isn't any fun."

"I wish I could help."

Randy's eyes popped. "You'd learn too much, Cheesecake. All of the guys are working on it. You'd see them all."

"Oh." Brie sighed. "That's so bad?"

"Honey, we're trying to protect you. And we're trying to protect the guys, too. Do you want one of them to go to jail? If something happens, and Mama, say, gets you to name some boy..."

"I get it," Brie sighed. "But it sucks."

"I sure hope YOU suck!" Randy chuckled quietly. "This thing is costing a mint to build, and if you use it once, people are gonna be pissed!"

"Really?" Brie's eyes popped. "I'll be able to use it more than once? Whoopie!" She clapped her hands, beside herself with joy. "You're the best brother ever!"

Randy shook his head. "You're the only one who will think that if this gets out..."

"I'm not telling ANYBODY! Pinky swear!" Brie insisted.

"You better not!" Randy admonished. "They'll throw me AND my friends under the jail!"

"Here..." Brie fished Randy's rag from under her pillow and took ti to him, then hugged him. "Thanks SO much! I guess I'll wait for this... Isn't there some way you could do without fucking your girlfriend for a couple of days? For me?"

"I'll think about it." Randy backed out of Brie's room, holding the rag. Alyssa was standing in her door, looking at him. At the sight of the rag, she stifled a giggle and turned to close her door. Randy sighed and headed downstairs.

Ten minutes later, Alyssa was standing in his bedroom doorway. "All right -- Brie won't tell me, but you're gonna! What's this about you having a girlfriend? Brie says you're fucking someone..."

Randy froze. "That's none of your business, Sissy. Just go away."

"It'll be Mama's business!" Alyssa retorted.

"Sissy, you don't want to go there." Preternatural calm enveloped Randy. "You open that can of worms, and you'll wish you hadn't. I'm not the only one around here with secrets they don't want let out."

"Oh?" Alyssa's voice was scathing. "You think you know something?"

"No," Randy replied coldly, "YOU think YOU know something. I DEFINITELY know something. You've got rumors; I suggest that you don't fuck with me, because I have a LOT more than that! Now get the fuck out of my room!"

Alyssa lost confidence. "Mama knows all about..."

"No she doesn't. She suspects part of it. That's all. If you want to go head to head in front of Mama and see who loses, let me know."

Alyssa eyed him suspiciously, but the things he was saying were just too close to the truth -- and he was just too confident. "All right." She backed out of the room and headed back upstairs.

In a couple of minutes, he heard her yelling at Brie, so he headed upstairs. "You'd better tell me," Alyssa threatened as Randy came up behind her.

"In the first place," Randy announced himself, "she doesn't know any more than you do -- THAT'S why you're not getting anything! She's guessing -- and she's got YOU guessing. Leave her alone. Now."

Alyssa had jumped a foot; now she was standing there, wide-eyed. Randy was in her face for the second time in ten minutes! "I won't! I need to know what you know!"

"Then you'd better ask me, because Brie doesn't know the answers," Randy replied, steel in his voice. "Go downstairs, Brie."

Brie nodded and got out of there. Sissy usually won her fights with Big Brother through sheer volume, if nothing else; this was gonna be big -- but it also was gonna be ugly, and she didn't want a piece of it...

"Maybe she doesn't know who you're sleeping with, but I bet she knows what you think you know about me..." Alyssa blustered.

"Why should she?" Randy replied. "My sources aren't hers. She's upset enough at what she DOES know -- and it's not everything, by any stretch!"

"What does that mean?" Alyssa hissed.

"It means she knows you're playing queen lezzie with those girlfriends of yours," Randy replied, unperturbed. "She hasn't seen it, but she knows it, anyway."

"That's my choice," Alyssa barked. "Mama knows."

"She's guessing. She doesn't KNOW. She probably doesn't want to KNOW." Could he limit things here? How? How about changing the subject -- or appearing to? "You go on and have your fun -- and leave Brie and I out of it. I'm gonna go camping with the guys next week, me and Dirk. If I find out you hassled her, we'll go head to head in front of Mama -- and we'll see who KNOWS shit, and who THINKS shit!" He turned on his heel and headed downstairs, chuckling to himself. Sissy's face had gone white when he'd mentioned taking Dirk out. She would be wondering all kinds of stuff -- and maybe she would fuck up...

Downstairs, he took Brie to his room with him and closed the door. "I can't protect you from her twenty-four hours a day, Cheesecake. She's gonna want to know what I know. And if you tell her, we'll lose our opportunity to fix her nasty ass!"

"I know," Brie replied glumly. "I'm sorry."

"Stay out of her way. And try to have either Mama or me available to get you out of a jam, if you can. I'll try to speed things up, okay?"

"Okay." Brie sighed. "Are you SURE you can't take me wherever this thing is happening? How am I gonna duck her all day tomorrow?"

"I dunno. Let me make a couple of calls." Randy puffed out a sigh; this was turning into a fine fucking mess...

Alyssa had the cell upstairs, so Randy used the land line to call Terence, "Hey, Man, shit is rolling downhill here. We may need to reel in Sissy real quick."

"Lemme get Damian." Terence did so, and listened in while Randy filled Damian in.

"Toby's the sneaky one, but I see where you're at. Any idea how we can flush out the other two chicks in the next day or two?" Damian asked.

"Nothing better than what I did," Randy replied. "I told Sissy we were going camping next week and I was taking Dirk."

"That might do it."

"Yeah, we'll see. Meanwhile, I have to keep her away from Brie. She really wants to see what we're doing, too."

"Hmmm. Why don't you tell your mama that she's gonna stay with my mama? Mama is working three to eleven, but maybe we can get Teela or Sally to watch her, after. I can ask Lon..." Damian offered. "Then when the guys hit the street for the day, you can give her the grand tour -- if there's any fucking thing to see by then."

"There will be," Randy assured him.

"I'll make some calls. It might take a while. I'll get back to you," Damian promised and hung up.

"I'm working something, Cheesecake. Why don't you hang out in here for now," Randy told Brie.

"Okay." Brie was more than happy to stay downstairs.

In the meantime, Alyssa's blood was up. She needed relaxation. Besides, whatever Randy thought he had she was impervious to, anyway -- Mama knew she was fucking girls, and besides, she knew that Mama was fucking Dirk -- and Mama DIDN'T know that SHE was. That was a drawing card -- a 'Get Out of Jail Free' if there ever was one! She would weather this, whatever the fuck.

But if Randy was gonna drag the dog off some fucking where, she'd better get her licks in first! It had been a few days, anyway. It was time to call the 'B' Team... She got on the phone.

Brenda McAllister didn't look particularly Scotch, or Irish, or whatever -- did Black Irish count? Alyssa didn't figure it did. Brenda was going to be a Senior, unlike most of her other girlfriends. She was tall and narrow and so black that she looked Kenyan -- and she WAS on the track team. Her knees stuck out almost more than her breasts, and her long face looked like it was going to drip off, eventually. Even her nose was narrow and droopy. She had a mouth like a carp, turned down at the corners all of the time, and her hair was always tied up in a brushy ponytail with an elastic. Her narrow thighs were jammed onto a pelvis that was two and a half inches wider than they were, leaving her with a gap between them even when her feet were together and her bowed legs were as close as they came at the knee. The one interesting thing she DID have was a tight bubble butt that looked great in shorts...

Brenda not only looked unhappy all the time, she WAS unhappy -- not that Alyssa cared. In her niche -- athletes -- she could outperform most of her male counterparts -- and they hated her for it. Outside of that niche, she was just a butt-ugly chick with tiny, low-riding titties. Boys? Forget it. No boy had ever come close to the big itchy clit that perched at the top of her shaved mons -- none had ever even tried. Brenda was hungry for love, and the only lips she'd ever kissed were Alyssa's and Bonita's.

Bonita matched Brenda like Mutt matched Jeff. Bonita was pure Mexican -- first generation American from half-illegal stock. She was short and round and happy-faced -- everything on her was round, including her ass and her big titties. She was too roly-poly to be that appetizing to the general male population, even though the upholstery wasn't really that overstuffed; she didn't really carry rolls of fat, even -- she was more fleshed out. Everything about her was just thick enough to be smooth. She was a Senior this year, too -- Alyssa had happened upon Brenda and Bonita as a set, sometime after they were already making do with one another. Bonita was sweet, but she wasn't quick; she probably wouldn't be headed for college. In Mexico, someone would have rolled her over and talked her out of her virginity, and she'd have raised a half-dozen devout Catholic kids for her husband to feed, but in the U.S. she needed to be an emancipated woman, whatever that was. Bonita's current aspiration was to be a cook -- or a waitress, if she could just get the skill to making change down. Bonita's titties got her looks, but they were her primary visual selling point, and on a body that screamed, 'I'm gonna be fat!' even though it hadn't quite delivered on the promise yet, guys decided pretty quickly that they weren't worth it. In the old country, Bonita would have been pumping out grandchildren at fourteen -- she was more than ripe, and Mama and Papa were disappointed. But the local Hispanic community was more Puerto Rican than anything else and they were focused elsewhere -- as were black guys, white guys, yellow guys, red guys... Bonita's normal expression was a smile, but it tended to be rueful.

Brenda represented an idea that Bonita admired and wished she could attain -- she was tall and thin and wonderfully athletic. Bonita took to appearing at all of Brenda's athletic events -- and that led to her being there for practices, and after practices... One day, Brenda, tired from a heavy workout and relaxed from a shower, but sad due to a snub from a male competitor, leaned against Bonita while naked under a towel and their faces came together. Somebody started a kiss, and fifteen minutes later, Bonita had Brenda's clit between her lips. After that, they were together as often as they could find privacy, and Bonita hovered in the background, supporting her personal heroine as she hammered her way through the track season and basketball... Brenda called Bonita her trainer, and it stuck -- Bonita ended up handing out towels after basketball games and other similar duties -- and if the pair were slow to exit the locker room, who cared?

Alyssa and Dirk brought a new dimension; Bonita didn't really understand what it was that made Alyssa superior to Brenda -- after all, Brenda had two athletic letters and Alyssa merely had an attitude. But Dirk had a helluva tongue, and Alyssa wasn't hard to get off, so they paid the price of admission and got their tongue rides from Dirk. And they put up with Alyssa's shit like everyone else.

Brenda was home -- Hell, she was ALWAYS home, except when she was on a run, these days. And she'd run early in the morning because of the heat, not that it helped THAT much in July. When Alyssa called, Brenda was more than ready to step out, "Want me to call Bonita?" she asked Alyssa.

"Sure, that'd be cool. When do you think you can make it?" Alyssa replied. Having Brenda call her chubby girlfriend made the whole thing easier. They made a great pair; Brenda had a long tongue -- but not as long as Dirk's -- and Bonita was a great clit sucker...

"I'll see what I can get from Bonita's folks," Brenda replied. "Do you want to do all night?"

Now THERE was a good question! The 'B' Team could be boring, on occasion. "Whatever Bonita's folks will sit still for, I guess," Alyssa replied.

Bonita's parents were oddly protective, considering that they were disappointed that she wasn't married and pregnant. Her fixation on Brenda was confusing to them, too, although they hadn't made any mental leaps. Still, if Brenda could bring Alyssa's name up, it would help... She got on the phone to her little round lover. "Nita? Hey, you busy?"

"No. I am bored. Mama is making masa and she thinks it is fascinating work..." Bonita replied dolefully.

Brenda laughed. "Do you think they'll let you out? Alyssa called."

"Ooo! Let me see..." There was high-pitched jabbering in the background, the usual parental surprise, disapproval, then grudging approval in the tone, but Brenda hadn't learned Spanish. Still, she pretty much knew the answer when Bonita returned to the phone. "One day a boy will call and they will just put me on the porch in my underclothes..." There was a rapid-fire blast of outrage in the background -- Mama Vasquez DID know English! Bonita giggled. "I can come. I will pack a bag and meet you at your house, si?"

"Okay. We don't have to spend the night there," Brenda giggled back. "Maybe when this guy comes over you can convince him it's a two-for-one sale?"

"Maybe. I'll be along as soon as I can get my bag packed!" Brenda's mother didn't seem to have any problem with Bonita, one way or the other, so if they could eke out a few hours' fun at Alyssa's, then go back to Brenda's for an after-session cuddle, that would be a VERY good thing...

Brenda called Alyssa back, "We're coming. Bonita's mom thinks I'm running boys off, or something, but when she heard that we were going to your place, it was cool. We don't have to do the night, though, if you don't want..."

"Cool," Alyssa agreed. She would get her licks, then put the 'B' Team out on the street and she could relax on her own... The plan sounded perfect. Now, where the Hell was Dirk?

A quick search turned up the dog stretched out on the kitchen floor, cooling off. Alyssa squatted in front of him and rubbed her crotch; Dirk took the scent and followed her upstairs without any problems. Ten minutes later, she was chewing a pillow to keep from screaming, holding the root of Dirk's cock while he pounded her and flooded her pussy with dog juice. Dirk was only good for one orgasm that way, and he had to lick her some to prep her or she wouldn't make it -- but his cock was nice while it lasted. The big lump at the back she dealt with by holding his cock below it; as long as she did that, Dirk kept pounding a while longer, but didn't try to jam it inside her. If she didn't do that, he tried to jam the damned thing into her, and when it didn't fit, he would wander off. When he was done, she got him to lap up the excess, then went off to the bathroom to tease out anything left with the shower head.

Meanwhile, Damian had a guarded conversation with his mother. Brie knew that the Carters were in on things, anyway -- any cell she entered would include them. Louise agreed to have Brie over until she left for work, after which other arrangements needed to be made. Damian got on the phone to Lon. "Hey, Man."

"Yeah?"

"Rain Man's shit is coming apart. His sister isn't gonna last much longer; we're gonna have to move on her soon. We can stretch it some, but to do that, we need to keep her little sister away from her so she don't get the third degree and spill shit."

"Okay..." Lon replied carefully.

"Mama can watch the kid until she gets ready to leave, but after that, we need someone else. I was wonderin' if maybe we could rope Sally in..."

"Maybe," Lon replied. "Or Teela, since Rick is going to be here."

Damian grunted. "We probably don't want her meeting Rick. You're gonna do her mama, so she's gonna see you, one time or another. I figured since she wants to see the work, we could give her the grand tour after the guys leave."

"Oh, yeah, the cell thing. Spies like us." Lon rolled his eyes. Still, it made sense. "I'll call Sally -- if her mama isn't on the rag, we'll probably be fine."

"Cool."

Lon called Sally. "Where are your folks? Anyone on the line?"

"No, Master." That made things clear.

"I want you to come over to the house tomorrow. Rain Man's little sister needs a babysitter. If you're a good slut, maybe I'll molest you or something, afterward."

"Babysitter?" Sally blinked.

"Damian says things are falling apart at Rain Man's house, and we're going to have to move on the women. Rain Man's sister is apparently out of hand, and if he leaves her alone with the little one, she'll get the rack and thumbscrews. Louise is going to watch her until she goes to work, then drag her to my house, because little Brie wants to see the glory holes, anyway. You can tell your mama that you're babysitting, and that will keep her from worrying about your big, bad Master..."

"Wonderful! Let me fix it!" Sally put down the phone and approached her mother. Eleanor got the whole thing the way Lon wanted it presented and gave permission without comment. "It's fixed, Master. Will you be picking me up?"

"It might be Louise," Lon replied, "if I'm working downstairs with the guys. The fewer of us she sees right now, the better."

"I understand. I'll see you tomorrow, Master!" Sally was thrilled to death!

Lon called Damian back, "Can Louise pick up Sally?"

"Lemme see..." Louise said yes, so Damian replied, "Gimme the address. She'll handle it."

"Cool." Lon relayed Sally's address.

Damian called Randy. "Rain Man, we're cool. Mama will watch her until she goes to work, then she picks up Sally on the way to Lon's and Sally keeps her busy until we quit for the day. You give her the grand tour and take her home. Cool?"

"Totally," Randy replied. "I got good news -- Alyssa is upstairs with her last pair!"

"No shit? I'll call Toby!" Damian hung up and dialed Toby's cell. "Dude, that bitch Alyssa is entertaining again!"

"Yeah? One second..." Toby ran upstairs and sat down at his desktop. Seconds later, he had a feed. "Yeah, we're getting it. This is two new ones, definitely." On screen an EXTREMELY black girl was cranked back on the bed holding her knees while Dirk tongued her. Toby was amazed, she looked like a cricket -- black, shiny, spindle-legged. "Brenda something-or-other. Chick's on the track team." While he watched, Alyssa crawled up and settled over her face. Toby looked at the files for the day -- even money, they had another feed of Alyssa getting doggy dick, if she ran to pattern... "Good stuff -- this one is caught, for sure."

"Good," Damian grunted. "Rain Man says shit is falling apart over there -- we need to do Alyssa pretty quick. If this is it, we'll be ready. As it is, we gotta keep her and the little sister away from each other, or Alyssa will kick the shit out of her trying to find out what's up." He went on to explain the pending situation. "Better get ready -- we might have to give Alyssa her first taste of how the other half lives as soon as Sunday!"

"I'll be ready," Toby assured him.

"Later, Man."

"Later."

Damian confirmed the status of the blackmail material collection to Randy rapidly, then went off to dinner. Randy took the deal to Brie, "Mrs. Carter will keep an eye on you over at her house until she goes to work, then we're going over to the place where we're building, and another girl will hang out with you for a while. When the guys pull out, I'll give you the grand tour -- deal?"

"Deal!" Brie grinned from ear to ear.

"We'll simplify things for Mama -- you're going with me to Carter's -- all day. Got it?"

"Uh huh."

Adele sucked it up, no problem; she was more interested in Dirk's location. "I think the girls have him upstairs playing with him," Randy replied. Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"Alyssa didn't tell me she'd invited anyone..." Adele groused. "She just..." She WANTED to say that her daughter just trampled her to get her way, but that wasn't a good thing to admit to her son, so she shut up.

"Well, it's early -- maybe they're not staying," Randy offered.

"Maybe. I'm not cooking for them -- that's for sure!" Adele ranted. 'I need to get Alyssa under control!' she thought. 'Enough is enough, and this is TOO MUCH! Randy and Brie together aren't this much trouble!' Randy, who could read her expression as if she'd gone ahead and said what she was thinking aloud, worked hard to cover a grin as he walked away.

The 'B' Team hit the street at nine-thirty, headed for Brenda's house; eleven o'clock came, and Adele failed to get Dirk's attention, which just made her day. She went to bed grumpy, and ended up relying on her vibrator, wondering what was up with the dog and figuring that Alyssa and the girls had abused him until he was worn out. Little did she know...

Saturday, Randy and Brie jumped off at eight-thirty -- before Alyssa even got up. Adele woke up when Dirk jumped onto the bed and licked her face. "Oh, thanks," she groaned, and pushed the dog off the bed. In thirty minutes, she had to get up and go to work, anyway...

Randy dropped Brie off, making sure she had some cereal for breakfast, since Louise wasn't up yet. They parked her in front of the TV, and Randy, Damian and Terence hit the door.

This time, it seemed that all of the obstacles had been identified; construction moved relatively smoothly all morning. The device Fred gave them anchored the studs to the concrete properly, and slicing a two-by-four in half and mounting the halves on either side of the booth dividing walls allowed proper positioning for sliding them in and out. Toby and Lon went for additional materials and managed to find some better anchors at another hardware store, while Terence and Damian used drills to fasten the hardboard to the studs and Randy and Rick mounted doors and installed the hardware. By afternoon, they were working on details, like the holes in the various booths -- and the covers. Fortunately, they had the plans -- and the hole saws and saber saws...

Toby talked to Randy after he and Lon returned from the hardware store; they decided that it was time to remove the cameras, so the pair of them went to collect them. Alyssa wasn't home, even though she was supposed to be; somehow, Randy wasn't surprised. Recovering the cameras took very little time; a little toothpaste covered the holes, and they were back out. They headed back to Lon's, where Toby went to work on the lights in the booths -- and the electronic monitoring...

Meanwhile, Brie's visit to the Carters didn't go EXACTLY as planned. Fred woke up as the boys were hitting the door and lay in bed for a while, but there were noises coming from the living room. He got up and slid into a pair of boxers and headed out to find out who was making all the racket, since the boys were gone. To his surprise, he discovered a little nymphet in shorts and a halter, her hair done up in bushy dog-ears, sitting in front of the TV, crunching on cold cereal. The racket was cartoons... "What the f--... I mean, what are you doing here?" Fred grunted.

"Mrs. Carter is watching me today -- not that I need it. I'm almost thirteen," Brie replied precociously.

"Uh huh." Fred scratched his balls reflectively. "Does she know this?"

"Y-yes. Randy brought me over early, so Terence said I should just eat and watch some TV. He said if I needed anything, it was okay to wake her up, though..." Brie's voice trailed off.

Fred eyed her; she was watching him scratch -- and her eyes were bulging slightly. He gave his cock a good rub, and was surprised to feel it stiffening. Fred was a little bit ashamed of himself -- this was a LITTLE girl -- shit, her titties weren't much more than mosquito bites in that halter! But she was looking, so he figured he would give her a show. "Guess I'd better fill in, then," he announced, and settled into his chair -- which just happened to be behind her and to her left just a bit -- and spread his legs so she could be tantalized by the view up the leg of his boxers.

Brie WAS tantalized, too -- there was no doubt of it. Her "Okay," was choked, and she turned back to the TV only reluctantly. She eyed him sidelong, looking for times when he was absorbed in the TV so she could get more glances at that thing moving around in his shorts...

And it WAS moving. Fred wasn't really watching TV at all -- he was watching Brie. Obviously, the little shit was fascinated by dicks... He amused himself by flexing his cock and making a production of adjusting and scratching and moving his legs -- it was easy because he WAS getting aroused. At one point, he managed to tease the tip out of the loose fly of his boxers, to be rewarded with a tiny gasp.

Brie watched Mr. Carter's dick like it was a rattler crawling around inside a burlap bag, waiting for it to crawl out and -- what? Surely, he wouldn't... Well, there were a couple of possibilities, certainly. Brie's cunny burned, and her nipples itched, and her top felt scratchy against them. And she could NOT look away -- not totally. And she didn't REALLY think that Mr. Carter didn't know what was going on... What would she do if he pulled it out? She knew what she WANTED to do...

If Fred had known just how fascinated Brie was, he might have accommodated her; as it was, he figured she was fascinated but horrified, and merely teased her. This went on for about thirty minutes, until Louise got up and wandered into the room in her bathrobe. "Fred! There's a little girl in here! Go put some clothes on!"

"What?" Fred pretended innocence. "She wasn't bitchin'. I got boxers on. Your daddy wear boxers, there, Sweet Thang?"

"I don't have a daddy," Brie forced out. Would Mrs. Carter be mad at her for looking at her husband?

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sweet Thang. Did I embarrass you?"

"No. Yes. I dunno." Brie couldn't exactly tell Mrs. Carter that she wanted to see more...

"Git!" Louise pointed out the door. When Fred slowly walked out, she followed him. "You should be ashamed of yourself! She's twelve, for God's sake!"

"Little shit was interested," Fred replied. "That's more'n you!"

"She was probably scared to death!" Louise retorted. "If she knew you, she would be! Get out of here!" Grumbling, Fred headed off.

Louise returned to the living room. "I'm sorry, Baby. Mr. Carter, well, isn't nice. The boys should have woken me up."

Brie shrugged. "He didn't do anything to me."

"He might have. I'm amazed at him."

"I... wanted to see." Brie swallowed hard at the admission.

"Oh. Of course you did." Louise thought about it. "What if he decided to go farther? He's not in the group, Baby -- he doesn't know anything -- and we want to keep it that way. He's... trouble."

"You're in the group?" Brie was amazed.

"Yes, Baby. Can we talk about this later?" Louise glanced at the door.

"Okay." Brie gave the doorway a hard glance. "Randy's having sex. Do you know who with?"

"Yes. We REALLY need to wait until later, Baby." Louise insisted.

"If he just wanted me to play with it and suck it..." Brie backtracked.

Louise shook her head. "You don't want to do that kind of thing with Mr. Carter, Baby. He, well, he doesn't treat girls right. You wait -- the group is gonna fix it so you get everything you want, okay?"

"Okay."

"Want more cereal?"

"Yeah." Brie didn't want to let it go. "When can we talk?"

"Later, Baby. Mr. Carter will go out later, and we can talk, okay?"

"Okay." It wasn't, but if Mrs. Carter only made her wait until later and didn't blow her off, it was better than nothing.