Chapter 19

Alyssa looked up, embarrassed; she had both hands in her crotch, making sloppy sounds. The atmosphere in the room had been so soaked in sex that she was unable to avoid masturbation! She'd gotten a little cum, but it wasn't nearly enough to sate her -- she was too powerfully aroused! "Help.."

Toby and Randy shared a glance; Randy couldn't help his sister and Toby had just unloaded enough semen in Brie for two orgasms, himself carried away by the situation. What to do?

Randy pointed at the couple entwined on the pool table. "Get her to suck Sissy off." Toby didn't like it at first blush, but the idea had merit; he stepped forward and shook Hank's shoulder. "Hey."

Hank didn't remember collecting Maddie's lips -- maybe it had been the other way around. It was with some resignation that he released them and opened his eyes to stare into her liquid brown ones. "Yeah?"

"Alyssa is a wreck and we both dumped our loads too. Maddie owes her a cum."

Hank looked up, meeting Toby's eyes angrily -- but Toby held his ground. "Think about it -- things could be worse..."

Hank thought about it, biting his cheek. "Yeah, I guess..." He gazed down at the girl he'd just made a woman. "Another little challenge..." he murmured, and started to back out.

Maddie didn't let him. "Okay, but..."

Hank went vertical but did not disconnect. "I don't know if I have anything left! Besides, you understand that I'm not the only one..."

"Yes, I understand. I am your whore..." Maddie nodded.

"Slut, more like," Randy amended. "You ain't doing it for money."

Maddie cranked her head around to look at Randy. "Slut, then. I'm not sure I understand the difference..."

"It's all about why, I think," Randy opined. "Girls don't seem to see a difference, but guys do. For a slut, it's more about the sex, but for a whore, it's more about what you get for it."

"I'm a whore, then," Maddie insisted. "I get... silence... for my crimes."

"Nah," Randy replied, shaking his head. "I just saw you turn Hank every which way but loose on your first fuck ever. You figure you're gonna want to do without?"

Maddie looked up at Hank. "No."

"Then I vote 'slut.'"

"Okay." Maddie shrugged, her eyes never leaving Hank's. "Please?" she returned to the original question.

"Fine." Hank grabbed her hips and tugged her a little further onto the table, so she wasn't at the edge. "Alyssa?"

"Y--yes?"

"Come here and let Maddie lick your slot."

Maddie looked up at Hank. "I've done this before."

"With boys watching?"

"Um, no..." The import dawned upon her.

"You will this time."

By then Alyssa was climbing onto the table. Before Maddie could say anything else, Alyssa's puffy pink split replaced Hank's face in her visual field. One whiff told her that Alyssa was smoking...

Hank decided to tease Alyssa. Leaning forward so his face was next to hers, he whispered, "Poor baby -- you missed out, didn't you? No cock to suck, no one to fuck -- what's a slut to do?" He took her nipples in his fingers and started working them. "You like to suck, don't you? Your sister does..."

All Alyssa could do was whimper. Hank's teasing just added to things -- and Maddie's tongue was Heaven! "Fuck Maddie's tongue and maybe somebody will take pity on you and give you a cock to play with..." Hank teased. He set his teeth in her neck and Alyssa started to shudder. "Play with Maddie's clit," he directed.

Alyssa, following instructions, started rubbing Maddie's clit. Maddie moaned and clenched around Hank and he realized that he was again -- or still -- rock-hard. He leaned back and started moving in Maddie, using Alyssa's round titties as an anchor point. "Hurry up and get your cum," he told Alyssa, "I have business. You can go beg Toby for some cock..."

Alyssa took only another twenty seconds or so to get where she was going, wailing, her eyes rolling up as she flooded Maddie's face with her juices. Hank let her ride out the aftermath before swatting her on the ass and nodding at Toby. "Go."

Toby didn't know whether to be pleased or pissed; Brie, frog-naked, was clinging to him and her sister was bearing down on him and both wanted sex. Maybe that wouldn't have been such a bad thing, but being tied into Maddie's first time had been draining. Superhuman he wasn't, but apparently he needed to step up to the plate... "It's crowded here," he told Alyssa, "Let's go over to the couch."

"Hey, what about me?" Brie whined.

"You know you're too young," Toby admonished. "Even if you weren't, you can't take me."

"I can get what SHE got!" Brie pointed an accusing finger at her sister.

"Yeah, there's that..." Toby mused. It took a minute or so to get organized, but they ended up on cushions next to the couch, Alyssa on her knees being taken from behind while Toby turned to his right to provide lip service to Brie as she squatted on the couch arm.

"Um, Randy..." Tabitha murmured.

"Yeah, okay. On your back this time? Let's go down to the other end." Tabitha draped her legs over Randy's shoulders while he stood and delivered meat to her hungry twat.

It went longer this time, but everyone was more in cruise mode than the explosive sex of the first round -- with the exception of Brie, who went wild on Toby's tongue three different times. Toby immersed himself in the system that was the three of them and granted them all what was probably the maximum amount of pleasure possible; the others made do just fine without telepathy. When it was over, Tabitha led the girls to the bathroom to drip out while the guys wiped themselves with towels provided for the purpose long since.

"She won't be no trouble," Randy opined. "I suppose you're gonna keep her?"

"Well, duh!" Hank replied. "Do I look fucking stupid?"

"I want some, sometime. I promised myself that night I saw her ride Dirk's tongue," Randy declared.

"That's fine, as long as you don't go terrorizing her," Hank replied. "I've already got one score to settle."

"Just a fuck," Randy waved it off. "Just a fuck."

"Cool."

The girls came back, naked, more or less led by Tabitha. "Let's go swimming," Randy proposed. "Girls, stay the way you are -- you don't need suits, since we've seen it all, anyway..." The other guys nodded; Brie jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

Hank crossed to Maddie. "You belong to me, now," he announced. "Nobody gets to do this kind of thing to you without my permission," he added, pointing at her various bruises and other injuries. "That goes DOUBLE for your father -- if he ever tries to do that kind of thing, you call me and I'll pay him a visit -- you understand?"

"Yes." Maddie nodded -- there was no arguing with the look on Hank's face. Papa would probably not be threatened, but the offer of protection warmed her. "I don't think there is anything you can do," she hedged.

"Oh, there's stuff I can do, all right -- it's a question of how I want to handle it!" Hank assured her. "You let me worry about THAT! Here..." He cast about, finally coming up with paper and a pencil. "This is my cell number -- you call it any time you have trouble." A thought came to him. "Does your daddy have a cell phone?"

"Yes."

"Give me the number."

Maddie did so. "What will you do with that?"

"You don't want to know," Hank told her. "Let's go swimming."

Outside with the others, Randy made his way to Toby. "Hank's hooked."

Toby nodded. "He can do worse -- and it's mutual."

"Is it gonna be a problem?"

"I don't think so," Toby opined. "Hank's got sense and Maddie will do what she's told. She really is scared of boys -- and no wonder!"

Randy nodded. "Oh -- damn near forgot!" He met Hank at the stairs for a hurried conversation; two minutes later, Hank was handing Maddie a pill. "This will keep you from being pregnant. We're gonna get you to a doctor we know for birth control."

Maddie nodded. "Is everybody on birth control?"

Brie nodded. "Yes -- even me!" she announced proudly. The other girls nodded.

"Okay." It made sense; why would they have you be a slut and not expect you to get pregnant without protection? "You have a doctor?"

Hank nodded. "And two nurses. On staff, sort of. It's all good."

"Okay."

The rest of the evening was adolescent hijinks; everyone was sexually sated so pool time was for swimming and dunking and splashing and laughing. People got felt up, but it wasn't serious. Lon and Sally appeared soon after and joined the party; Sally got to show off her unusual jewelry, and give Lon some very public head, but even that didn't start any reflected activity. Randy had Alyssa and Tabitha run interference for drinks and snacks with Candace.

It was seven-thirty before Tabitha and Maddie got back to Maddie's; they went in the back door and got a very quiet but intense lecture about being out past when they were supposed to be. Maddie's mother had been covering her for over an hour -- but her father, fortunately, had not noticed her absence. Maddie went upstairs to shower and wash off her makeup and deliberate on the events of the day, and Tabitha went home.

Hank went home and told his father about Maddie; Martin's initial inclination was to call the police or the department of human services -- but if Maddie and her mother and brother were too frightened to swear out a complaint, it would only lead to more violence. He advised caution -- but Hank wasn't in any mood for that.

On Tuesday, it was off to either work or sports practice for just about everyone except some of the girls; now that Maddie was in the fold, they could all talk about the situation, so Alyssa orchestrated a gathering. Everyone gathered at the Hayes' -- Sonya, Trish, Alyssa, Tabitha, and Maddie -- Brie was there, but since she was a member in name only (and younger) she got frozen out, mostly. Maddie got a scolding and was to be home by three, but at ten a.m., that wasn't an issue.

Maddie had questions, starting with, "Do you think Hank likes me?"

Tabitha rolled her eyes, "DUH!"

"Yeah, well," Maddie fidgeted. "Boys don't."

"No, you don't let them," Alyssa retorted. "They would be all over you if they could. Now you have no choice -- you're gonna have to play with boys!"

"Is this as bad as it sounds?" Maddie asked. "I mean, Tabitha seems happy... Isn't everyone trying to get out?"

Alyssa looked at Trish. "Not any more. Trish?"

"No. Sonya?"

"No."

"Why not?" Maddie asked.

"Maddie, if you KNEW that you were going to the homecoming dance with Hank, would you want out?" Alyssa asked. "Is freedom worth going back to having no boys? ESPECIALLY now that you know how good it can be?"

"Is that how it is?" Maddie asked, looking around.

"It is for me," Alyssa nodded.

"I will find someone," Trish said positively. "Either Randy, or I know another guy who REALLY wants me..."

Sonya pursed her lips. "It's worth it -- if only for Mom." Maddie blinked and Sonya explained, "Mom has been getting it, occasionally -- and she's as happy as I've seen her in years." She looked at her nails. "I like it, too."

"I dunno if I'll ever get a date, but I know some guys I can call..." Tabitha muttered. "Heck, they call ME!"

"Well... Hank?" Maddie asked.

"Jeez!" Brie burst out, "What does it take? A baseball bat? You HAVE a boyfriend!"

"Just because he... I don't think..." Maddie stammered.

Tabitha rolled her eyes again. "Maddie, I guarantee you that if you go to the football field where they're practicing right this minute, Hank will have you sitting on his lap while he feels you up, right there in the bleachers in front of the whole football team! If that isn't having a boyfriend..."

Alyssa snorted. "Well, he might not feel you up, but you'll be sitting on his boner..."

"I... He..." Maddie stammered.

"RANDY!" Alyssa yelled at the top of her voice.

"Hey!" "We don't want..." "This is..." various people sputtered.

"Hush!" Alyssa waved them to silence. "It's too late, anyway." Randy could be heard on the stairs, grumbling.

In a moment, he stuck his head through the door, "What?" He glanced around. "This looks like trouble."

"It isn't," Alyssa told him. "Do you have Hank's number?"

"I have that," Maddie erupted.

"So how dense ARE you?" Alyssa snickered. "Sorry, Big Bro - I thought we would need you."

Randy swept an eye around the room. "So I get to drag my ass up here to a room full of girls for nothing?" The girls assumed various expressions; Alyssa's was apology, directed at the other girls. Trish shook her head. Sonya looked at the floor and appeared to be trying to become invisible. Maddie gaped.

But Tabitha snorted. "You guys act like it's going to the electric chair or something. Do you want a suck or a fuck, Sweetie?"

Randy pursed his lips. "I was just fucking with you guys."

"Hey!"

"No offense, Tabitha. What do you want Hank for?" Randy asked.

"Maddie doesn't think she made an impression," Alyssa related.

Randy snorted. "She made too much of one, in my opinion." He eyed Maddie. Maddie blushed. "So, what were you up to?"

"I bet Maddie that Hank would treat her like his girlfriend if she showed up at football practice," Alyssa told him.

"That's a bet? Fuck, that's a sure thing!" Randy chortled.

"But... Why?" Maddie asked, flustered.

"Do you look in the mirror, Babe?" Randy laughed. "I'm gonna fuck you some time, but if I tried to keep you, too many people would smell a rat -- I'm not in your class!"

"You're not?"

Clearly Maddie had no idea just how hot she was... which, of course, made her even hotter... Randy scratched his head. "So, Sissy, what was this bet?"

"We didn't really get there," Alyssa said carefully.

Randy nodded. "Let's put some teeth in it, then. Sissy's gonna call Hank and make like a matchmaker. If Hank doesn't offer to do something real public with you, I'll..." He grimaced and pulled out his wallet. "I'll take ALL of you out for burgers. But if he DOES, you blow me -- here, now, and in front of all the other girls -- and you don't wear any panties when you go see him and you make sure he knows it! Deal?"

"I..." Maddie looked around at all of the other girls. Literally everyone was poker-faced. "Uhhh..."

"See? Even you know he's gonna fall all over himself..." Randy taunted, laughing.

"No..."

"So it's a deal?"

Maddie pursed her lips. "Okay. Deal."

Alyssa shook her head. "You better start working on your jaw, Maddie, because you're gonna be sucking a dick..." She dialed the number and put the phone on speaker. "Hank? It's Alyssa."

"Yeah?" Hank couldn't think of a single reason that Alyssa would call him.

"Hey, Maddie wants to come see you at practice -- is that okay?"

"Um, yeah, I guess -- but I'll be working, so she'll probably be bored..." Hank responded. Various people in the room made faces, thinking the maybe they were going to get burgers after all, but Hank went on after a pause, "Tell you what -- lunch is in like a half-hour -- can she come up for burgers? I brought my lunch, but I'll take her to Wimpy's..."

Alyssa's bedroom erupted in various snorts and snickers. "You would take me to Wimpy's?" Maddie burst out. Wimpy's was a VERY public hang-out...

"Well, yeah," Hank replied, confused. "If you don't like Wimpy's, then maybe..."

"NO! Wimpy's is fine! I'll be there!" Maddie yelped. "I'll be right there!"

"Okay... See you then..." Hank hung up, more than mildly confused.

Randy cocked his head, grinned, snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. Maddie, bright red with embarrassment, got down and fished him out and started sucking while everybody else laughed and jeered and made cat calls.

"Damn! I was looking forward to that burger for a second, there," Tabitha pretended to be put out.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to miss Hank makin' a fool of himself, so y'all make sure Maddie does a good job and I'll take you anyway -- how's that?" Randy offered magnanimously.

"Way cool!" Tabitha waddled up and dropped to her knees beside Maddie. "Lick his balls -- he'll like that..."

The others' 'help' hampered Maddie somewhat, but Randy came in her mouth after a reasonable period of fumbling. Randy insisted that she swallow -- but allowed Tabitha to teach her how to snowball, so she only ended up with half of his load. It wasn't that bad.

"Gimme them panties," Randy directed. Maddie stood and pulled her panties from beneath the knee-length skirt she'd come out in and handed them to Randy solemnly. "You can have 'em back after you show Hank they ain't there," Randy told her, adding, "Okay, everybody in the van!"

"I'm so embarrassed..." Maddie husked as they rode along.

"What for?" Tabitha asked. "Blowing Randy? He can ask for it any time. Shit, I was gonna do it." She grimaced. "You see how he shot me down, though."

"We've all given head to guys we don't know," Trish grunted. "At least he's a group member..."

"Really?" Maddie looked amazed.

"You didn't get the clubhouse tour," Trish related. "There are these booths..." The rest of the ride was one revelation after another...

At the football field, Maddie, Alyssa, and Brie tumbled out of the van; Trish and Sonya and Tabitha chose to stay hidden. They went through the concrete tunnel to the bleachers and found Hank and Toby sitting on the team benches. Maddie couldn't bring herself to do anything more demonstrative than stand at the rail -- but Hank bounded up and jumped into a position across from her. "Hey."

"Hi." Maddie looked shy.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes." Maddie couldn't look up.

"Here I am. What can I do for you?"

"Are we...?"

"What?"

"Ummm. I'm so stupid. Sorry!" Maddie made to leave.

Hank grabbed her arm. "What? What do you want to know?"

"I... This whole thing -- I'm being stupid. I know the answer..."

Hank pursed his lips. "If you did, you wouldn't be asking. Tell me." His eyes bored into hers. "Now."

Maddie took a breath. "Are we... dating?"

Hank pursed his lips, drawing back a bit. "That's complicated."

"Yeah." Maddie dropped her head.

"There's a lot of ifs, ands, and buts, I guess -- and you're not supposed to get a swelled head or anything -- but the short answer is yes."

"Wh--what?" Maddie looked up, nonplussed.

Hank was grinning. "Guess you didn't know the answer after all." Leaning forward, he assumed a more serious expression. "We can't talk about it here, but you know you have responsibilities to the group. But it's already been decided that you're mine -- and that means publicly. I don't know whether you are really into the idea, but you're my girlfriend until I say different -- and I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for THAT to happen."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay!" Maddie's smile lit up the whole bleacher. "I'll be good -- promise!"

Hank, somewhat taken aback, muttered, "I know..."

"They're both idiots, I swear to God!" Alyssa muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, well, it's entertainment..." Randy muttered back. Waving over Toby, he said, "Any chance one of you guys can help bankroll me? I've got a whole vanload of chicks I told I was going to feed burgers..."

"How did that happen?" Toby asked.

"Well, I was getting a blow job and not thinking straight..." Randy admitted.

Toby chortled. "Yeah, I'll go along."

"Great!"

"We'll be ready in a few," Toby waved Hank back down and they headed back to the team benches.

"Jeez, Hank, who did YOU kill?" grunted Bobby Beckwith. "Isn't that Maddie Reyes?"

Hank eyed him. "It might be..."

"What's up with that?"

"I'm taking her to lunch when you guys quit sweating all over me!" Hank grinned.

Bobby shook his head, throwing sweat all over at least six people. "Like that?"

"Yeah, like that!" Everybody laughed.

The football team wasn't really in a position to be going to Wimpy's -- but there were plenty of others there, and seating a party of eight at the peak of the lunch rush was difficult and highly visible. Maddie fairly glowed; Hank made it clear that they were together by word and deed, for all to see.

Randy waited until they were finally seated to ask, "Have you told him?"

"Uh, no..." Maddie got a blank look.

"Well?" Randy pressed.

"Um, Hank?"

"Yes?" Hank looked up from his menu. They were seated across from one another.

"I'm um, not wearing any panties..."

THAT got his attention! "No? Why not?"

"There was this bet..." Maddie was bright red.

"What about?"

"Whether you'd want to be seen with me, you know, in public."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well... You don't have to... After all, I'm just a..."

Hank cut in, overriding whatever term Maddie was going to finish up with -- 'whore,' undoubtedly -- "Valued possession?"

Even that might not have been in most women's top ten answers, but Maddie's heart fluttered in her chest. "Really?"

"Really." Hank looked around. "What's going on?"

"Maddie thinks she's ugly or something," Tabitha supplied. "She can't figure out why a boy would want her."

Hank chewed this over. "Good."

"Huh?" Maddie blinked.

"As long as you think that, I don't have any worries about you looking elsewhere. Works for me." Hank sat back in his seat. "Show me."

"Here?" Maddie glanced around guiltily.

"Come around here and sit beside me." Four people had to move to get it done, but Maddie eventually settled on Hank's right. "Okay, let's see it..." Maddie carefully pulled up her skirt, keeping the mass of fabric below table level. Hank looked; yeah, there was her furry little pelt, all right. "Spread your legs."

Maddie did as she was told -- and Hank slid his hand over her pubes and engaged her clitoris with his middle finger. Maddie grabbed his wrist, "What are you doing?"

Hank grinned at her. "It's mine -- I'm gonna play with it. You hung it out there..."

"B--but..."

"No excuses. Try not to attract too much attention when you cum."

Maddie couldn't go anywhere -- she was sandwiched in the booth. The eyes of the girls around her gleamed as they watched, predatory, for the first sign of weakness in her. It was embarrassing, humiliating, exciting, arousing -- and Hank's fingers were unerring in their attack. She couldn't breathe. Her breasts tingled, making her want to touch them; she settled for holding Hank's arm against her. First, she couldn't sit still, then the tension caused her muscles to betray her and she began to shake. Her vision became a tunnel -- and anywhere she looked was someone's grinning face. The pleasure...

The onlookers watched Maddie's eyes go glassy, watched her wriggle in her seat under Hank's relentless fingering, watched her begin to shake. Then her head went back and her eyes rolled up and her mouth opened -- and Alyssa, thinking quickly, stuck a finger in her mouth to give her something to do other than scream. Maddie convulsed several times, going, "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" around Alyssa's finger before collapsing back against the seat. When she came back to herself, she mumbled, "Oh, gawd!" and covered her face with a napkin while everyone snorted and snickered at her expense.

Hank pulled his gooey hand from under the table and stuck it in Maddie's face. "Clean it!" When she made to use the napkin, he shook his head and directed, "Suck. Let me know you enjoyed it."

More embarrassment. More humiliation. Maddie discovered that she didn't care; it added something to the experience. She made oral love to his hand -- and was still doing it when the waitress arrived. Hank calmly extracted his middle finger from her mouth and wiped it on her inner thigh, asking, "Have you looked at the menu yet?" then turning to the waitress, "We'll need another few minutes." The waitress made a face, carefully wiped it resuming a neutral expression, nodded, and moved off. "Who do you belong to?" Hank asked.

"You." Maddie clutched his arm.

Hank turned to Randy -- who was grinning from ear to ear, obviously bursting to share something. "Was there anything else to this bet?"

"She gives a pretty good blowjob," Randy replied.

Hank suppressed a flash of jealousy. "Good. Is that it?"

"Yeah." Randy nodded.

Maddie had felt Hank stiffen. "I'm sorry..."

"You did nothing wrong," Hank told her. "Randy has the right."

Randy could see what was up, though. "I'll ask next time."

"You don't have to," Hank replied. "And she'd better do a good job, too!" They were the right words, but things were subdued until after the waitress returned. After that, though, Hank seemed to have gotten over it and lunch went fine.

After lunch, everyone rode back to the football field, and after an interval of watching the team work out, Randy loaded the girls in the van and took them home.

Meanwhile, Candace got an odd phone call: "Hey, this is the club lady, right? The one I did the bathroom for?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

"Who is this?" Candace asked carefully.

"Fred Carter," the voice replied. "You said you know my boys..."

"Okay," Candace gathered herself. "What do you want? If this is some kind of..."

"Hey, hey, no harm, no foul!" Fred placated. "I need a favor -- that's all!"

"Why come to me? Why don't you ask the boys?"

"It's, uh, private. I don't want the boys to know."

Candace found her interest piqued. "Okay, what DO you want?"

"I want to talk to a couple of guys -- I think they're in the club -- a big muscular blond kid and a smaller guy with dark curly hair. They seem to hang out together. The blond kid has a girlfriend named Mary -- big girl."

"What do you want with them?" The 'Mary' thing would have thrown Candace off if she hadn't seen that scene in the clubhouse between poor Sally and Fred...

"I need to ask them a couple of things," Fred related.

"Like what?"

"It's personal. Can you chase them down?"

"I'll ask around. Somebody will know them," Candace said smoothly.

"They use the clubhouse..." Fred insisted.

"I'll find them," Candace assured him.

"I appreciate it," Fred muttered.

"Let's try not to do this again," Candace replied and hung up.

Lon and Sally got home at three. "Fred Carter called me," Candace said without preamble, "looking for you!"

"Any idea why?" Lon asked, frowning.

"No, he said it was personal," Candace replied. "I don't like having him call me... He described you and Toby, generally -- and Sally. Said he needed to talk to you -- and he couldn't go through Terence and Damian. That was it."

Lon called Toby. "Life just gets more and more complicated," Toby sighed, rubbing his eyeglasses. "What do you want to do?"

"Buy one of those throwaway cell phones and call him," Lon replied. "Put him on speaker. I have a feeling this is gonna be interesting."

Toby sighed. "Can you get it? I'll be over after practice."

"Yeah, I'll get it."

Two hours later, they were sitting in Lon's room. Sally had been sent home. The phone was cheap and had no speakerphone capability, so Toby connected it to some old MP3 player speakers Lon had lying around.

Fred was in his truck, headed home. "Hello?"

"Boy Lover! I hear you want to talk..." Lon offered in greeting.

"Uh, yeah. Gimme a second, willya?" Fred found that he was shaking. He looked around for a place to park, and found one.

"Hey, it's your quarter, Man," Lon chuckled.

Fred parked. "Okay, I'm set -- I was drivin'."

"Okay, so, what do you want, Boy Lover?"

"This... ain't easy. I, uh, want... more."

"More?" Lon grinned at Toby. "More what? More of Mary? Not gonna happen."

"No." Fred gathered himself. "More of the other stuff."

"More dick? Dude, we're not a dating service," Lon chided.

"I get that, but I don't know anywhere else..."

"Don't tell me you don't know where to find gloryholes!" Lon said scornfully.

"Public ones ain't safe, you know?" Fred replied, "I don't want to catch nothin'."

"And that's our problem?" Lon asked, "How?"

"Well, I'd have to stop fucking girls in the club," Fred threw out. "Then you'd have to pay me..."

Toby blinked. "He's got a point..."

"What EXACTLY do you want, Boy Lover? Ass? Dick? Both?" Lon asked.

"I... Uh... What can I get? I'd like to be... comfortable..."

Lon blinked. "You mean like not through a hole?"

"Yeah. I know it's askin' a lot..."

"Dude, you have no idea!" Lon retorted, "We don't exactly have hot and cold running queer boys looking for black dick around here!"

"Yeah," Fred said miserably, "I get that."

"What will you take?" Lon asked.

"Whatever," Fred said hollowly. "I need to know just how bad it is..."

Lon grinned. "The itch?"

"Yeah."

"Poor baby," Lon chuckled. "All right. This could take a while. It might take days -- or weeks. Maybe we just can't do it. But we'll try. Don't call us -- we'll call you!"

"Okay."

"Bye, Boy Lover. Sweet dreams!" Lon laughed derisively and hung up.

"Holy shit!" Toby exploded, "Now what?"

Lon shrugged. "Dunno. What about Clint?"

Toby shook his head. "He and Terence..."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yeah -- don't broadcast it, okay?"

"I thought... Bonita..."

"Terence goes both ways -- or he thinks he does. Clint may, too -- but he isn't sure, either," Toby related.

"So, what else?" Lon asked. "Are we pissed at anybody?"

"A couple of people," Toby replied. "Maddie Reyes' dad, for one. I think maybe Bonita's big brother Julio. But that's a little close to home for Terence."

"Yeah," Lon nodded. "Julio is pretty slick, too -- it might backfire some way."

Toby nodded. "Probably about a million girls would be pleased to death, though."

"What's this with Maddie?"

"Her old man beats the shit out of her -- and anyone else in reach, too, probably."

Lon frowned. "I've seen him at the bank -- he's a little fat guy with a bad attitude."

"So..."

"He thinks he's Napoleon, or something. Works in the loan department -- and gives everybody a rash of shit."

"We'll need to talk to Hank -- but Hank wants to kick his ass, anyway."

"Okay. Tomorrow. It can wait. Besides, Boy Lover might want to stick his dick in an ass and he might want some head -- and he might want the other end, too -- but I'm hearing that he wants it romantic..." Lon mused.

Toby shrugged. "Sucks to be him..."

Lon burst out laughing.