Chapter 44

Thursday morning found Louise as grouchy as Beth was upbeat. "I'm not happy about the boys pimping off women in the group to Fred," Louise complained. "And if he starts getting more pussy than I get dick..."

"Louise, it's yielding results," Beth replied. "I was there last night, and Fred behaved himself -- in fact, he was almost chivalrous!" She related the incident with Sally. "And he was very nice to young Trish and did a good job with her. AND he's working hard on the bathroom, which is more and more obviously required down there!" She neglected to mention her own participation, since Louise was obviously on the warpath. "Why don't you take Robert somewhere and wear him out? He's had a day or so to recover."

"Does that mean you're done hogging him?" Louise chuckled despite herself.

"For a day or two, maybe," Beth replied. "I have high hopes that Robert will step up and handle, well, my other needs..." She sighed. "Terence tried last night, but the poor boy doesn't have a violent bone in his body..."

Louise snorted. "Well, in the meantime, I'm gonna take you up on it and chase him down, trip him, and fall on his dick!"

"You go, Girl!" Beth chuckled.

About that time, Louise's cell rang. It was Adele, calling from work with an update on the Horner situation. "Do I still have a son?" Louise asked.

"You did when I looked in my daughter's bedroom this morning," Adele confirmed. "I didn't look too hard, though -- I was late and bowlegged from Toby."

"You're breaking my heart!" Louise chuckled.

"The good news is that Ms. Horner gave us very little trouble. The bad news is she's going to require time from somebody, periodically," Adele related.

"Okay, we'll bring out the welcome wagon," Louise replied. "Has anyone called Candace? She's the best placed to update everybody."

"No. I'll take care of it," Adele promised. The ladies' breakfasts hadn't been jelling lately -- too many people going too many directions. But the need for communication had grown by leaps and bounds. The women were trying to organize a telephone tree in order to stay informed of recent events.

Rico Gambrelli descended upon Fred Carter early. "Got two things, Man," he announced. "This," which turned out to be a lab report from the free clinic declaring him STD free, "and a line on a good, used pump. Guy wants three-fifty."

"No shit?" Fred said, interested. "Where is it? When can we get it?"

"Cooper's doing a demo on a house over on Winfield Ave. He says he'll knock it down nice and careful and use the machine to haul it up out of the basement for cash." Rico eyed Fred. "How does the payback work?"

Fred eyed him. "You want to sub it so you can present an invoice? That'd probably be two fucks..."

"Yeah..." Rico was virtually drooling. "Get anything last night?"

"Did I!" Fred's face split from ear to ear. "I musta spent forty minutes soakin' my dick in some hot little sixteen, seventeen year old bitch with tits the size of grapefruits... God damn that was good pussy! Got a little head from another cunt, too, in between -- bitch took me to the root like it wasn't nothin'."

"No fuckin' shit?" Rico was beside himself.

"I put two loads in the little bitch -- an' she said thank you!"

"Fuuuuck! The only thing keepin' me from jackin' off is the fact I might need it tonight!" Rico exclaimed.

"It's up an' down, Man -- no guess what you'll get on any given night. The other night I cornholed some gook bitch who was probably -- shit, who knows how old she was? All I saw was her bottom half..." Fred related. "There's a lot of stupid shit goes on because I'm not a member -- they don't want us seein' faces -- but, hey, they keep comin' up with ways to make it interesting." He went on to describe the glory hole booths as if he'd never seen any such thing before.

Rico had, too, but he pretended it was a new concept. "Pretty fuckin' neat. You never see her and all she sees is your dick..." 'IF it's a her', he added to himself. In the wild, it usually wasn't...

"I'll call Terence and tell him we both gonna go tonight," Fred told Rico. "Might have to take tomorrow off, though -- two nights in a row workin' late then fuckin'... We can save it and kick some butt over there on Saturday, if shit goes right."

"Jeez, you wanna rush into getting finished?" Rico asked, scandalized.

Fred waved it off. "They been pretty open-handed thus far. I got two nuts last night, and I guarantee they're carrying it on the books as one payment. I figure if we apply the usual materials markups, I can get laid once a week for a couple of months. We can markup the pump to seven-fifty, easy, for example. That's four shots of leg for you..."

"Yeah..." Rico looked like he was about to shoot in his pants. "I'll lock down the pump and we can meet -- when?"

"Four?" Fred replied. "Or do we need to go over early for the pump? We can have him put it in the pickup..."

"I'll find out." Rico took off.

Toby was awakened when Brie hit the bed with both knees. "Yippee! Fresh meat!"

"Not that fresh, Cheesecake," Toby replied. "Your mama worked hard to drain it last night. Can I sleep a little longer?"

"You gotta let me have it," Brie said solemnly. "If one of you guys shows up here, you gotta save one for me!"

"No problem," Toby agreed. An idea flashed in his brain. "You know, Damian is up in your sister's room..."

"Aha!" Brie bounded off the bed. "I'll be back!"

"I'll look forward to it," Toby chuckled.

Brie found Damian lying on her sister's bed, talking on a cell phone. "Okay, Pa. I'll see what I can do. Two is a draw, you know -- dunno if I can promise top quality." Brie hopped up on the bed and started pawing at his undershorts. "What about blowjobs?" The little shit had his dick in her mouth before he could bat her away; Alyssa was standing there in the robe she'd just thrown on, hands on hips, looking disgusted. "I've got an expert available..."

"I might settle, but Rico really wants some cooze," Fred replied. "I got drained pretty good last night. Of course, if it's anything like that piece that latched onto my dick last night, she'll probably get two loads! What a mouth!"

"Okay, Pa. Keep me informed," Damian replied and hung up.

Brie stopped slurping long enough to ask, "Was that Mr. Carter? I'll suck him!" Then she dove on Damian's erection again.

"Woman, why don't you go get a look-see what you can do for breakfast," Damian told Alyssa. "I'm gonna need my strength -- seems like all of the Hayes women want dick..."

Alyssa perked up and swayed out. 'Woman,' she mused, 'would that be as in 'my woman'?' Life was good...

Brie's second approach was a lot more stealthy; Toby awoke to find her spooned in front of him, frog-naked, wiggling her little butt gently to stimulate his hard-on while she held his left hand to one of her flea-bite nipples. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Digesting," she replied, "and waiting for my second course to wake up."

"Huh! Anything else?" Toby asked.

"Well, hey, a girl can't be responsible for the things sleeping guys do..." Brie cocked an eyebrow and smiled an evil smile.

"So if I'd awakened with four inches in your little clam, you'd have claimed I raped you in my sleep, huh?" Toby teased.

"You betcha!" Brie grinned from ear to ear, totally unrepentant. "Sissy is cooking eggs and bacon and coffee -- but I just want cream..."

Toby sighed and rolled over on his back. "Well, go get it, then. You won't be satisfied until you do!"

"You got THAT right!" Toby wondered if he was going to go to Hell for letting those cute little lips ride up and down his erection; was it a bad thing to give a girl what she really, REALLY wanted? The argument that she wasn't old enough to know what she wanted only went so far -- especially in the face of her stubborn determination...

"Want some coffee?" a somewhat older, larger, and curvier version of his current partner asked from the door.

"You ought to let your hair grow out," Toby said. Brie's bushy little doggie ears were cute...

"If Damian thinks so," Alyssa replied, "I'll think about it." Alyssa kept her hair cropped short -- and liked it that way; maintenance was easier. But you couldn't do much with it and if Damian wanted it longer for some reason...

Toby snorted. Alyssa had hung her hopes on Damian -- that was clear. And for now, it seemed to be mutual...

"Get him coffee or help your sister suck his dick," Damian said from behind her, then nipped her neck gently. "I don't want my eggs to get cold while you're tied up with him."

Toby watched her take the hit, but she knew as well as he did that Damian was just making sure she didn't get cocky. "I'll get the coffee," she said, sliding away.

Toby shook his head. "You know her sun rises and sets in your ass," he pointed out. "Why do you have to rattle her cage?"

"To keep it that way," Damian replied simply. "I need to find two pieces of ass for Pa and a buddy tonight."

"Ma pretty much volunteered, didn't she?" Toby replied.

"That's one, but Pa was hoping to give his bud something memorable," Damian replied.

Toby shrugged. "Why?"

"Guy's an old friend -- and he's bending over backwards to get in and help. Found us a cheap pump, too."

"Gimme a minute -- I can't think..." Brie had his balls dancing -- and she knew it. He wouldn't be able to pry her loose with a crowbar until he came -- but that wasn't going to take any time, anyway... "AAAAHHHHH!!! FUCK!" His cock head mushroomed and spat into Brie's mouth. "You are 'way too good at that for your age!" Brie managed to smile around his erection while cradling his balls in her hand, milking him.

It seemed like his gun fired a dozen times before running out of ammo. Toby let her suckle and milk him until he couldn't take it any more, then gently pushed her away. "Go hang yourself in a closet somewhere, you little vampire!" He got up and met Alyssa at the door, taking the cup from her hands. "No creamer left..."

"There never is," Alyssa smiled. "How Big Brother keeps Brie off of him I'll never know -- no on else can."

In the kitchen with a bellyful of eggs and bacon, the answer was obvious: "Use Sonya."

Damian nodded. "Yeah, that'll work. Too bad we can't use Mama."

Toby snorted into his coffee. "Maybe you could -- for the other guy. Wouldn't THAT put a kink in your Pa's undershorts?"

"Don't think we want him that pissed right now."

"Yeah, but I bet your mother would LOVE it!"

Damian smirked. "No shit." He turned to Alyssa. "Call Sonya. We'll pick her up about eight. If her mama wants to watch or hang her ass out next to hers, that's okay, but Sonya is taking a dick tonight. Got it?"

"Yes, Damian."

"Let me know if either of them gives you any shit. In fact, dial her and gimme the phone."

"Hello?"

"Hey, you know who this is?" Damian asked.

"Well, no..."

"Doesn't matter. I was there at your initiation the other night, okay?"

"Okay." 'Oh, shit!' Sonya thought -- and it bled through.

"Yeah, this isn't a social call. We need you to take a dick tonight. Somebody will show up to get you about eight. We aren't looking at musical dicks -- you'll be taking care of just one, okay?"

"Okay." 'Like I have a choice...'

"If your mama wants to come along for the ride, she can, but it's your pussy that gets drilled -- and we're not gonna take any more of her shit over it. Understand?"

"Yes." There was a bit of a sniffle behind the answer.

"Aw, come on, Little Bit -- it isn't as if you hate dick that much, is it? Won't be no rough stuff you don't start any -- you're just gonna ride the pole and enjoy yourself, okay? If you're a good girl, I'll get Alyssa to kiss your crack, after."

"Okay."

"We'll see you about eight o'clock. Don't wear much -- it's all comin' off, anyway. And if your mama wants to come, the same goes for her; we'll find somebody standing around bored to tap her. Okay, Honey?"

"Okay." Sonya's voice was still sad.

"Bye, then." Damian sat watching Alyssa's expression for a moment, then: "You know you've got to pay for that queen bee thing..."

"Yeah." Alyssa's shoulders slumped. Would he EVER forget?

For some reason, Louise waited until almost the last minute before approaching Robert, "Oh, Doctor..."

Her expression cut through the crap; Robert had seen that expression before. "I'm guessing this isn't a professional services request," he grinned.

"Beth's been hogging you."

"Well, there have been other... distractions," Robert allowed.

"They were minor, I figure," Louise grinned. "We let you get a good night's sleep -- are you rested?"

"Well, I got what a resident gets, so I guess I'm good," Robert grinned.

"Do you think you could fit me into your busy schedule?" Louse asked, clearly vamping.

"Oh, I think so," Robert agreed. "You have some time, then?"

"If you don't mind starting early, several hours, I think."

"My place?"

"Fine."

Thirty minutes later, they were entering his apartment. Robert had gotten a good night's sleep, but he hadn't done any serious cleaning lately; suddenly, he was embarrassed.

Louise smiled. "Behind a bit?"

"Yeah. Sorry." He started gathering up discarded clothing and such.

"Don't be. I know what you do for a living." She collected his wrist, "This isn't a date, Baby -- this is sex. Let it go."

Robert dropped the bundle on the floor. "The bed's not much better."

"Maybe we ought to put a little girl on you once a week to pick up and wash the dishes," Louise grinned. "In the meantime, if we get phreaky, you'll just have to wash the sheets. Come on Baby, loosen up! Mama wants some of that fine dick; weird entanglements you can find elsewhere!" She tugged him toward the bedroom.

The next forty minutes were pure hot, sweaty, animal sex; Louise got out of her scrubs in record time and had Robert's cock freed five seconds after that. As soon as he was good and erect in her mouth, she pushed him back on his bed and climbed on, riding him cowgirl, bouncing energetically up and down on his cock and calling him Baby and telling him in no uncertain terms how good his cock felt while her somewhat slack titties seemed to go all over the place. Robert would have had to have been a dead man not to get into it; her pussy swelled his little head, and her running commentary on his merits as a lover swelled the big one. When he let off after almost fifteen minutes (her position atop him wasn't his favorite, and periodically it felt like her pubic bone was going to leave bruises -- which slowed him down but didn't stop him by any means; it's funny the kind of things you'll put up with in the middle of a good fuck...), she got off and nursed his erection back to vibrant health, then flopped over on her back and let him take the initiative for the second act. Quite aside from being a fun fuck, Robert found her ability to freely express her pleasure refreshing, if loud -- especially around orgasm time, when she had a tendency to yell things like, "Oh, Baby! Fuck Mama good! God, what a pole! I'm gonna squirt juice all over it! Fuck, Baby FUCK!" at the top of her lungs. His windows were closed due to the fact that he had air conditioning, but the nine neighboring apartments were probably too close for their own comfort at five in the afternoon...

It was top-tier, guilt-free, no-strings-attached sex with a black woman -- so it was kind of odd that in the period of satiated relaxation and free association afterward, his mind drifted to another woman... "What do you think of Beth's... other needs?"

"Huh?" For Louise, the question damped down a very pleasant post-coital buzz. "I dunno, Baby. I've heard a bit about it, but that's about it. I know she worries about it but she seems to do okay without anybody messing with her too much." She grimaced. "I must be losing my touch."

"Sorry!" Robert apologized, "That was fucked up -- I don't know where my head was at. I was just drifting, you know? And out it popped... Believe me, I NEVER meant to poke a hole in what we just did..."

"Oh, it's okay, I guess. It's just that I'd been feeling kind of left out and forgotten, anyway, the way things have been," Louise replied, "what with the young stuff and all of the distractions and Fred getting his foot in the door..."

"Fred?"

"My husband. He's the guy working on the bathroom -- for pussy. We're about this far from divorce," Louise held up her thumb and forefinger an inch apart, "and now he's getting more pussy than I'm getting dick..."

"Damn..."

"Forget it," Louise waved it off again. "It's more of a case of me feeling sorry for myself than you doing anything. We're here to fuck, not make romance, and my jealousy isn't your problem..." She mused a minute. "As for Beth... She's had it tough."

"Yeah?"

"You've been around; I'm sure you know that big girls run to low self-esteem."

"Yeah."

"Well, Beth lost her cherry at a gang-bang, I think she said. She married some sorry bastard she met in college, mostly because he knew a sucker when he saw one, apparently." Louise stopped. "That wasn't charitable. With Beth, there's more than just the low self-esteem -- she's got a streak of something else -- something I've seen around, and maybe even felt a bit a couple of times. A feeling like women's lib might be all right for certain chicks, but mostly it's bullshit -- only with Beth, it goes a good deal farther. This guy apparently could smell that in her and he rode it all the way to the bank -- then when he had her good and broken, he dumped her." She shook her head. "If she hadn't had that boy of hers to take care of, who knows what might have happened."

"She told me that she likes being bound up, hurt, beaten..." Robert shook his head.

Louise eyed him. "Do you know what a submissive is? We've got a couple of various flavors in the group..."

"Not really."

"Submissives have that streak I was telling you about -- the one that goes back to the Stone Age, when guys dated with a club in their hand. They want a man to rule them -- and fuck sexual equality. They get off on being told what to do. Beth has another, related symptom -- her nervous system isn't wired right. Submissives sometimes get off on having the shit beaten out of them -- under controlled conditions. It's most likely an endorphin thing, but it's also an ability to interpret pain as pleasure -- or use it that way. I think her old man trained her to do that." She was silent for a bit. "Mind you, she hasn't really DONE anything much since I've known her -- just talked about it wistfully."

"I got a little carried away the other day watching the boys work over that Oriental woman and choked her with my... During a blow job..." Robert blushed.

"You choked her? Are you sure, Baby? The way I hear it, our Beth couldn't gag on a twelve-foot boa constrictor! The woman has no gag reflex at all!"

"Well, I wasn't gentle, and I held her down, and I blew right down her throat," Robert related. "And when I tried to apologize, she said it was okay, that she liked it rough -- rougher than that, actually..."

"Silly bitch..."

"Beth?"

"No, the other one. More temper than brains. So, you enjoyed that?"

"Yeah," Robert looked away, embarrassed.

"And you're wondering if that makes you a bad guy?"

"Yeah."

"There are grey areas, Baby. Maybe you need to see if you can help Beth with her little problem," Louise advised. "But don't try if you don't think you can handle it -- don't force yourself."

It was about six-thirty when Frank Pendergast's doorbell rang. Teela was out with Rick -- something that was NOT a coincidence, as it turned out. Frank opened the door to a petite redhead. "Mr. Pendergast? I'm Jean, Rick's mother. May I come in?"

"Oh, hey, sure..." Frank backed up, confused. "Is there trouble or anything?" Teela had fed him glowing reports about this woman, so he knew that she knew Teela and apparently approved of her son dating her...

"No, quite the opposite, I think," Jean replied. "I'm told that you've been let in on our little secret..."

"I heard some things," Frank agreed cautiously.

"I was told that you might benefit some from membership," Jean said, looking away delicately.

"Well, I might -- that's a fact. But..."

"But?"

"Women rushin' right out to be with a guy like me?" Frank waved it off. "Ain't gonna happen. Is that what you're here for? To ask me if I want to join up? Take my membership application? Waste of time; it'd be pretty piss-poor."

Jean blinked. "Teela led me to believe that she made it clear to you that she has basically paid your dues, so to speak."

Frank grunted. "Yeh. Since it seemed to have sumpthin' ta do with blackmail, I wasn't hot for details."

Jean shrugged. "It's true, nonetheless. I'm here to... initiate you."

Frank was rocked. "Initiate, as in f--. Have sex?"

"Yes," Jean nodded soberly. "If I'm not appealing to you, I understand. I'll tell them to get someone else. This just happened to be good timing for me."

Frank puffed and ran a hand over his bald spot while he processed this. "Well, I'm just surprised, is all. Hell, 'just' don't really cover it! As for appealing, well, you're three or four grades up from anything I'd have expected..." He scratched his five o'clock shadow. "So do you want to go out or sumpthin'?"

"No, sex is fine..."

Naturally, it was a disaster. In the first place, although she discovered that beneath his rough exterior, Frank was an incredibly sweet man, his modes of self-expression were a turn-off for her. Physically, they might be able to mate, but mentally and psychologically, they had little common ground.

Physically, things went reasonably well, actually -- from a purely mechanical viewpoint. But Frank had basically gone without (sans a basically annual date with a hooker and a couple of amazing cases of being in the right place at the right time in bars) for several years, and his first pass was pretty quick. Add to that the fact that he treated her like a china doll and the reason that things were difficult for her becomes evident; Jean needed a certain intensity that she could resonate to -- drive, passion, power. Frank was gentle and concerned and appeared to be willing to do anything to please, but he was overawed with her and made no demands from her, so they never clicked. Oh, he was certainly capable of what she was looking for, but the situation was wrong and the timing was wrong and Frank just wasn't handling the whole 'a princess came to visit me and fuck' thing well; he'd have been better off with just about any woman in the group. Jean managed a couple of small orgasms and Frank got off twice, but it was mutual masturbation, more than sex. They parted guardedly pleasant with one another, but the episode was going to be a future embarrassment to both of them.

The Carter boys met their father and Rico at the demolition site; Damian drove them in the van and Terence followed in Fred's pickup with the pump and some other plumbing materials in the bed. Fred got right to work while the boys helped Rico haul the pump and the other equipment and supplies down the stairs. Rico needed a briefing, anyway, so Damian halted him at one point, out by the pickup, "We need to talk."

"Awright." Rico stopped and leaned on the truck bed. "There's a lot of shit here I don't understand."

Damian nodded. "I figured. Look, some of the women are more or less volunteers, and some of 'em are roped in. The club is more or less for sex, but some weird shit goes on around here, and not all of it is strictly legal, you know? Technically, me fuckin' anything over twenty-one is statutory rape, for instance -- but I don't exactly want that to get in my way, you know?"

"I sure as shit wouldn't!" Rico agreed.

"Well, that bein' the case, the club is super-secret -- and we have to do some things to keep people who are not members from recognizing people who are. It's a pain in the ass, but it has to happen. You know Pa isn't a member, right?"

"I heard something like that," Rico agreed cautiously.

"He's been blackballed -- there are reasons, but if I got into them..." Damian trailed off, shaking his head. "Anyway, that makes you a guest of a guest. The only difference is, you HAVEN'T been blackballed, get me? You're on probation..."

"Holy shit!" Rico gasped. "You mean...?"

Damian nodded. "It's possible. Lookit, some of the younger chicks are in the club because they fucked up and we caught 'em and we got something to hang over their heads -- if you look at it real hard, most of us got some secret that can be used to keep us from spillin' the beans, but that group in particular has that kind of thing holdin' them and they're not always happy, if you know what I mean."

"Okay..." Rico wasn't sure where this was headed.

"Pa asked us to set you up with something real nice since you went out of your way for us -- and I did, but I want you to understand what's up. We're bringing in two women tonight; one of 'em is an older woman -- a big girl, who can take just about anything you want to dish out, won't complain, and will likely come back for more. The other one is a little chick -- she's Oriental, tiny, and about my age. And she's had about three dicks in her in her whole life, all of 'em in the last week or so."

"No shit?"

"Yeah, no shit. Point is, she's there for you -- but she might not be as enthusiastic as you might like. In addition, she's got an over-protective mama who might come along -- and that probably won't help things," Damian added. "Look, you can fuck her, or you can fuck both of them. If the mama comes along, you can fuck HER, too, if you want -- but we'd rather the little one enjoyed herself, if possible, get me? No rough stuff with her -- she's kinda fragile. On the other hand, the big bitch LIKES it rough -- and if Mama shows up, you can do her any way you please, too. But you need to be a lover for the little one, okay?"

"Hey, sure! Shit..." This went 'WAY beyond anything Rico had ever expected.

"Great. Don't let on to Pa that you might get to be a member -- it won't make him happy. At some point we might be able to fix things for him, but until then, we don't want his nose rubbed in shit, okay?"

"Yeah, cool," Rico nodded.

"Let's get downstairs, then."

At seven-thirty, Damian headed out in the van, first to pick up Beth, then to get Sonya. Jiang Yi was standing there out front next to her daughter; Sonya had waited until her mother came home to break the news and Jiang Yi was still fired up. Damian frowned at her, "Are you comin'?"

"You bet your ass!"

"No, you bet YOURS!" Damian retorted. "Go put on a skirt -- and nothing under it. If you're going, plan to fuck!"

Jiang Yi, taken aback, glanced around. "I'll be back." She took Sonya's arm; they were NOT going to take off with her daughter while she was inside.

"Sonya!" Damian called. "You, too. You got anything under that jean skirt, take it off!"

"Yes, sir!" Sonya knew that voice, even if this was her first exposure to the face that went with it.

Jiang Yi spent the next ten minutes smoking and fuming while she changed and got them back outside. "I don't understand why you have to treat my daughter like a common whore!" she blustered to Damian as he opened the back doors.

"I don't," Damian replied reasonably. "Whores fuck for money -- or other ways of making ends meet. I treat Sonya like a slut -- and not a common one, either, because I'm hoping she develops into an UN-common one! Who knows, maybe we'll get her mama there, too! Now get your ass inside!"

Jiang Yi fumed the entire trip; Sonya sat quiet, knowing there was nothing she could do to fix it. She'd had all day to come to terms with the fact that another stranger was going to drive his cock into her; given the fact that she'd survived thus far -- and even made shift to enjoy it, some -- there seemed to be little left but fatalistic acceptance of a situation she had no control over.

On arrival, Damian threw open the back doors and roared, "Awright, shut the fuck up!" Jiang Yi sat there with her mouth open in shock, but she was quiet at least, so he went on reasonably, "I've already had a long talk with this dude, and he's gonna be as nice as pie. He's also clean as a whistle -- he went out and got checked for diseases yesterday. I don't know WHAT the fuck YOU expect to accomplish here, but whatever it is, you can probably give it up; little Sonya is here to fuck, period."

Beth appeared around the door of the van and reached out a hand to Sonya. "Come on, Sweetie, stick with Auntie Beth. Let's go get ready."

Sonya got up and came forward to take Beth's hand, recognizing her nurse. "You're going to help?"

"I'm going to be right next to you, Sweetie, taking care of our other customer, okay?"

"Customer?" Sonya asked.

"Visitor, I guess. There's no money involved, Sweetie -- you're not being pimped out -- but the guy IS doing us a big favor," Beth explained.

Jiang Yi sat absorbing this, grumpily. "Yeah, right."

Beth fixed her with a look, "Let's put it this way -- I'M fucking one of them -- and I consider it recreational!" Sonya glanced at her mother, her expression closed, and let the other woman lead her off.

"YOU, I'm sticking in a suck booth!" Damian announced. "If you want to watch through the hole, fine. If somebody sticks a dick in the hole, guess what? You suck the sonofabitch. And if you act up, I'm gonna tie you up and stick a ball gag in your mouth and grease a butt-plug with Ben-Gay and stick it in your ass! That burns like Hell, by the way..." Damian threatened. "If you behave yourself, maybe we can find someone around here to give you a little dick without getting into unpleasant shit."

Jiang Yi sighed. Maybe she SHOULD have stayed home and kept out of it; what was she going to accomplish here? Not a lot, apparently... "Okay."

"Okay WHAT?"

"Okay, I'll behave. You're not going to hurt her?"

"Not the plan. She's been good -- unlike some older bitches I could mention." Damian added a glare.

"I'll be good."

"Let's go, then." He handed her out.

Lon and Sally came downstairs while they were discussing setup. Beth could have anything she wanted -- but she chose to use the pillory, standing bent at the waist. Damian asked Sonya, "Do you want to see this guy or not? We can put a mask on you and you can see him but not vice-versa, or we can mask you both, or we can use the exam table and run the curtain across your waist and neither of you will see the other..."

"I... don't know. Is he ugly or anything?" Sonya asked.

"Well..." Damian shrugged. "One of them is black -- but you're not for him. The other guy has an Italian name, but looks more Puerto Rican. He's got one of those beards that just runs in a line along his jaw looking like it's done in marker or something. He's kinda small and sinewy -- ropy muscles. I dunno what you think you like. I guess the question is would it be better if you was just out there and he did as he pleased with your bottom half, or would it be better if you could see what he was up to and maybe help yourself and him out?"

"I'm scared."

"Both of us will be here," Damian assured her. "It'll be okay."

"Let's do the curtain."

"Okay. Beth?"

Beth grimaced. "What if Fred prefers head? Besides, I know what he looks like. He might even be able to guess who I am."

"Is that a problem?"

"No. Worst case, he shows up at my house some time, looking for a fuck. That's... not exactly awful, no matter what Louise thinks."

Damian shook his head. Things just got more and more complicated, and the more they tried, the less control over events they seemed to have. "A mask, then? We'll stick you outside the curtain."

Sonya was getting faces, but not names -- except that one of the guys was named Fred. She thought she knew the black guys from school, but she wasn't sure... "Can I have a mask, too -- just in case?"

"Sure," the bigger black guy said, "No problem." Sonya was pretty sure she'd never had sex with either of these guys -- but he seemed nice, if huge. The blond guy -- well, she knew about him. He could be rough. Mom seemed to have a healthy respect for him, too, despite the fact that he'd been in bed with her the other morning. But her eyes kept straying to the one person she was pretty sure she knew...

Sally noticed. Sonya and she had shared a couple of classes here and there -- undoubtedly, Sonya had recognized her. "Hi," she said, coming over to where Sonya was sitting on the exam table, waiting.

"Hi. Sally?"

"Yes."

"You do this?"

"Yes. Obviously, we need to stick together -- cover one another."

"Yeah." Sonya had a zillion questions, it seemed like -- but this wasn't the place. The two smiled and Sally backed off while Terence attempted to apply a mask -- then took over when it became evident that he wasn't adept. Sonya decided to risk one question. "Why?"

"I'm with him." Sally indicated Lon with her chin, her hands busy with the mask.

"Wow. He's mean."

"Seems like it," Sally agreed. "But..." She shrugged. Sonya nodded; this wasn't going any further right now.

Fred and Rico quit at about nine, basically on schedule. Fred stuck his head out into the main room and caught Terence standing there. "We've gone as far as we can without a couple of inspections. I'll tell you which ones to get. Do it tomorrow, so we can work all day Saturday and maybe bring this thing in."

"Okay." Terence flicked a glance behind the curtain and Fred got it -- no names.

"We're gonna clean up," Fred announced. "Be about ten minutes."

"We'll be ready," Terence assured him.

Damian picked it up. "Show time! Places, everybody!"

They got Sonya situated on the exam table -- not tied down, or anything, just there with her feet in the stirrups -- and the curtain running across her midriff. Terence didn't like it -- there was to much heavy fabric and too little girl, in his opinion. "You okay?" he asked her.

"Yes. I guess." Sonya wasn't that sure, actually.

"Okay. If you change your mind, we've got some mattresses. I'll set one up over there, okay?"

"Yes, please. Thank you." 'The big guy is sure nice...' Sonya thought. Did she know him?

"What's up?" Damian asked Terence quietly.

"She's gonna suffocate under all that crap if she ain't careful," Terence grunted. "I'm doing the backup plan." Damian nodded.

They wheeled to pillory into its final position, just beyond the holes in Booth Three and at a forty-five degree angle to it such that when Beth got into it and restrained, the holes were at her right front. It was just beyond the line of the curtain; that would keep Fred from seeing too much of Sonya, not that it appeared to matter. Jiang Yi would have a limited view of her daughter (but not at the site of all the action, which would be on the other side of the curtain) and a good view of Beth. "Why on Earth do you want to use that thing?" she asked Beth, who was already in position.

"It's an adventure," Beth replied. "more interesting than just sex."

"You," Damian broke things up, addressing Jiang Yi. "Inside."

Fred and Rico appeared at the door on the far end of the room, and Damian shot Lon a look and nodded that it was time for him and Sally to evacuate; all they needed to create a disaster was for Fred to see them. Turning to his father, he said, "Come on in, I think we're set."