Chapter 31

Vince was wasted, physically and mentally. The first fall with the big black had ruined his self-confidence -- and being fed his cock thoroughly subjugated him. The second fall took virtually no time at all, it seemed like -- the psychological victory robbed Vince of the will to fight -- then that Fred guy waved at Eddie Ray and said, "You warm him up while I recover from the blowjob a little." After that, the big black didn't give Vince a lot of shit as anticipated; he never waved his color in Vince's face after those first couple of remarks made while shoving his cock between Vince's lips after the first fall. Eddie Ray, on the other hand, rubbed it in as he pumped Vince's colon, telling him, "A week ago, Fred didn't know a damned thing about wrestling. Now look at him!" and "You KNOW he's not in your weight class, right? The guy is like stone!"

Little Nicky, on the other hand... The kid LIVED with his head in between Eddie Ray and Vince, sucking Vince and keeping him erect and hot and bothered while first Eddie Ray, then that Fred guy fucked and fucked and fucked -- the black guy would probably have torn Vince's ass to ribbons if Eddie Ray hadn't spunked him good, first. Vince hated the bottom -- he only gave it up to Eddie Ray out of fairness -- but Little Nicky's lips on his joint made it, well, more than just so-so... Vince unloaded his balls in Little Nicky's mouth twice -- and he was hard and enervated, but couldn't get off a third time when Fred finally flooded his ass with man-juice. Of course, the upside of the whole thing was also the downside -- Vince wasn't SUPPOSED to get a nut with a big black dick sliding in and out of his ass!

After that, they made him return the favor to Little Nicky, blowing him while Eddie Ray pumped the little twink's ass -- not just because Eddie Ray wanted it, either, but because Nicky wanted it that way. You'd have thought it was Christmas from the look on Nicky's face while he took a dick!

They'd hauled the furniture around and now they were all just hanging out, mostly, watching gay videos on the tube. Then Fred turned to Vince and asked, "So, do you guys do chicks?"

Everybody in the room kind of went "Huh?"

"You're not gay?" Vince burst out.

"Nah," Fred replied, shaking his head. "I like pussy -- a lot. I've got a wife and kids. I just like this, too." Vince turned an eye on Eddie Ray, who shrugged; Eddie Ray knew, after all...

"Pussy... I dunno," Vince mused. "The big problem with pussy is that it's attached to bitches, you know? And bitches are just fucking weird..."

Nicky grimaced. "I LIKE girls -- but as friends, you know? I really don't think I have anything they'd want..." Eddie Ray just shrugged.

"Well, I get it," Fred agreed, "but there is a lot to be said for pussy. I know they're trouble and all..."

"What we just did," Vince made his presentation, "There were rules, you know? One of us won, one of us lost, and when the time came I paid up. Straightforward, you know? With guys, it's a yes or a no and they play fair and everyone gets it. Chicks want to tie sex up with six other things. And they're NEVER straight up about ANYTHING!"

"Yeah, I'm with you there," Fred agreed, "but without pussy we wouldn't be here. And it's MADE to take a dick, you know?"

"Well, you can have mine," Vince growled. "I don't want any of the shit. Closest I want to come is Squirt, here." He ruffled Nicky's dark curls. Nicky smiled -- but Eddie Ray looked thoughtful.

Once Ray finished with Misha, he was finished. Tad and Anita and Mac and Donna hung out because none of them had another place to play. Chuck was done after Iris -- having gotten his before with Bernice, he was flagged. Alonzo's Friday night was complete, too, as was Pete Franklin's, so Randy piled them into the van and headed off, with Bernice riding shotgun. Bernice waited until they were well on their way before asking diffidently, "About Miriam..."

Randy rubbed his face. "What about her?"

"Well, I mean, would she really put up with me..."

Randy sighed. "Yeah, probably. It isn't up to her -- and she likes it that way. But she would spend a lot of time and effort trying to earn first place."

"So..."

"So it's not gonna go down that way," Randy finished.

"Oh." Another strikeout. Bernice sighed -- clearly, she couldn't even play second fiddle for a decent guy...

"I owe her, BIG time. I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna cut her loose..."

"What?" Bernice blinked.

"Don't get no ideas!" Randy waved a finger in her face. "It's more about her. She wants things -- attention -- control. I don't see me making her happy. She wants to give things that I don't want to take. It all started out so right -- but I was playing and she was deadly serious. Now... I can't play any more. I'm gonna hurt her -- I don't want to, but it's all gonna crash. She's better off with Frank."

"Frank beat her and fucked her in the ass!" Bernice erupted.

"See? You don't get it," Randy replied. "did you hear Miriam having a fit about it?"

"Well, no..."

"That's because I told her she'd failed and needed to be punished. She was supposed to watch you fuck me and get all lovey-dovey and not say shit," Randy explained.

"But that's not FAIR!" Bernice argued.

"No, it isn't. But according to her rules, she failed because she is supposed to earn her place as first bitch by being better that the competition -- under any and all circumstances -- not by whining about fair. Her rules, not mine!" Randy added, holding up a finger.

"But, why?"

Randy shrugged. "It's how she is. She sets these rules for herself -- and she wants ME to set rules for her. Early on, when I was testing her, it was just fun. Then she was the only chick to ever take me seriously, and she put herself out there for me at the camp and it was just wild! But then I figured out that I had an end to hold up -- and I'm just not that kind of dude, you know? She wants somebody who can be a fuckin' bastard at the drop of a hat. You remember when they did that beating thing last week? Miriam is into that -- that kind of thing makes her hot. She probably wouldn't enjoy it like that woman does, but for her to do it and endure it -- it proves that she'll do anything for her man. When you have to prove shit like that, you need to have a guy who wants it. Well, I'm just not that guy. I just want an old lady who says 'Yes Randy' and doesn't give me a rash of shit all the time and follows instructions. I know that sounds close to what Miriam wants, but she wants more than that -- she wants to be told to do crazy shit. To make her happy, I'd have to think up crazy shit -- regularly. And I'd have to treat her like shit -- and whatever y'all think of me, I'm not THAT sorry a motherfucker!"

"What are you going to do?" Bernice asked.

"Try to find a way to tell her goodbye without hurting her too much," Randy replied, eyeing her. "Any ideas?"

Bernice rubbed her face. "No."

Randy let everyone out -- including Bernice -- and headed back to the clubhouse. Bernice felt bad about leaving Jasmine -- but Jasmine was with Isaiah and they were asleep when she crept up to check...

And they weren't the only couple asleep. Janice was curled up in Mark's arms and Ben was draped over Gina on the pool table. None of them appeared to be going anywhere soon. Clint, Terence, Brenda, and Bonita opened up the couch in the playroom and were sleeping in a tangle on it. Damian took Alyssa home -- and climbed into bed with her; Pete Phifer and Tabitha went home to Trish's with Bobby and Trish -- which caused an issue at Horner's...

When Tabitha came to live at Horner's, Lillian was thrilled to death, because Phyllis moved Lillian out of Trish's room into the tiny room she'd been using for an office so that Trish and Tabitha could room together -- and not have to worry too much about discussing their club duties in private. When the girls and their boyfriends sneaked in at midnight, they did THAT quietly enough, but then the couples got tangled up in each other and started making some pretty adult noises, even though they weren't actually having sex. They awakened Phyllis, who hadn't been sleeping well anyway, and after putting up with the noises next door for a few minutes, Phyllis hopped up and went barreling into the girls' darkened room, rasping, "Hey! Y'all can't be coming in late like this and raising Hell -- you'll wake up the boys and your sister!" in a stage whisper.

"Oops!" Trish yelped.

"Uh oh," Pete muttered.

"What the...?" Phyllis threw the light switch. "You can't bring no..." Her eyes lit on Bobby, "white boys..."

"This is Bobby, Momma," Trish ventured.

"Okay..." Phyllis eyed him, dazed.

"He's my boyfriend."

Phyllis licked her lips. "Is this a club thing?"

"Well, it is and it isn't," Trish said carefully.

"Mostly it isn't," Bobby added.

Phyllis scratched her head, perplexed. "Then what are you doing here?" She turned to Pete, adding, "You, too..."

Tabitha hung her head. "We didn't want them to go home yet."

"Y'all should have stayed at the party," Phyllis opined.

"Yeah, well, it was kinda crowded," Pete offered his first comment.

"Uh huh. Well, I don't run no cathouse," Phyllis announced.

"Momma! Do you have ANY IDEA how many times...?" Trish retorted.

"Trish!" Phyllis was scandalized at having her sex life raised in front of a couple of young boys!

"Well?"

"What about your sister and your brothers?" Phyllis retorted.

Trish rolled her eyes. "They've heard it all before!"

"Not from YOU!"

The males eyed one another. "I guess..." Pete mumbled.

"Take 'em into the living room -- and don't, well, you know," Phyllis grunted. Tabitha took Pete by the hand and led him out -- but Phyllis forestalled her daughter and Bobby. "I, uh..."

Trish took the hand she was holding and pulled it around her, causing Bobby to step in close. "This is how it is."

"What about the club?"

"It's... changing," Bobby replied. "Some of the rough stuff is going away. We're, well, dating."

"Y'all are having sex, too, though, aren't you?" Phyllis probed.

"Yes." Bobby nodded.

Phyllis eyed her daughter, "And that's okay?" Trish hadn't been handling the requirement to have sex with boys well...

"With Bobby it is," Trish nodded.

"Oh. Okay." Phyllis grimaced. "Actually, it's NOT okay -- but it's a done deal, isn't it?"

"Yes, Momma."

Phyllis clearly had other questions, but she stepped back. Trish kissed her on the cheek as she passed, "Thanks, Momma."

Phyllis watched them go, mumbling to herself, "A white boy?"

"Now what?" Bobby asked quietly when they hit the living room.

"We be quiet," Trish replied, tugging him onto the couch. Tabitha and Pete were already wrestling on the floor in front of the coffee table.

"What about your mother?"

"She's not going to be happy," Trish replied. "She should have gone to the party, like last week."

Bobby was thunderstruck! "Your mom...?"

"Isaiah turned her every which way but loose!" Trish giggled.

"Damn!" Bobby chuckled. "What about us?"

"She'll get used to it. You know parents -- she'll want to talk about it. But it'll be okay." Trish pulled Bobby in for a kiss.

Phyllis went back to bed -- and fought with her libido and her imagination -- but didn't spy on the couples. As a result, she didn't catch Lillian...

The uproar awakened Lillian and she crept up the hall to listen in on her mother's harangue, the ducked into the bathroom as Phyllis headed back to bed. After waiting fifteen minutes to make certain that Momma had settled down, Lillian headed for the living room.

Sure enough, there was Sis, cuddled up with a white guy! Heck, he was even BLOND! Tabitha was on the floor with some big dude, making grunting noises. Everybody was making sloppy kissing sounds! Lillian crept around the table in the dining room, cutting toward the left end of the couch where she could see everyone better. She ducked down behind the end table as Tabitha looked up and hissed, "Trish! Has your momma gone to bed?"

Sis backed up and craned her head at the doorway and Lillian was glad she'd moved; "I think so," she announced, "Why?"

"I gotta have a little more..." Tabitha attracted Lillian's attention away from the bulges the white boy's hands made in Sis's nightgown while his hands worked over her breasts by scooting down and tearing at her boyfriend's pants. He tried to wave her off, but Tab was sure determined! After they tussled a bit, he hunched up and went "Uh!" and then settled back, holding Tabitha's head -- and Lillian realized that she was witnessing her first blowjob!

"Pete!" Sis hissed, "You keep her quiet!"

"Uh, kay..." the boy grunted -- but Tab wasn't making anything but wet sucking noises, anyway. Lillian's eyes were locked on the shadowy staff as it appeared and disappeared from between Tabitha's lips.

About that time, Sis gave out with a moan and gasped, "Momma wouldn't stop now, and I'm not going to, either!" Sis slid off the white boy's lap and started undoing his pants.

"Are you sure, Honey?" the white boy asked.

"Shhhh..." Sis started tugging and the white boy raised his hips; Lillian peeked over the couch arm as Sis skinned his underwear down, too, then did what Tab was doing, closing her mouth over his dick while she knelt on the floor in front of the couch! Tab's boyfriend was black, so it wasn't that easy to make out details, but the white boy's dick shone in the dim light; it was AMAZING! Sis sucked it in like a big popsicle, rolling her lips up and down it and washing it with her tongue while the white boy tensed and grunted and gasped in harmony with Tabitha's boyfriend. There was this smell in the air -- maybe more than one! Hot boy -- and maybe hot girl, too! It made Lillian's pussy itch something fierce -- just like Gabriel did!

Tabitha's boyfriend mumbled something and Tab swung her big ass around until it was within reach -- which kind of messed up Lillian's view of her sucking him, but replaced it with him STICKING HIS FINGERS RIGHT UP HER PUSSY! He started moving them in and out and in no time they were making wet, sloppy sounds while Tabitha moaned and groaned around his dick!

"Come up here..." the white boy croaked, and Sis climbed up on the couch, still sucking him. She threw one leg up onto the couch back and knelt on the other and the white boys hand slid over her belly... Lillian watched the white boy working his middle finger over her sister's clit from a distance of maybe two feet! If she ducked her head, she could still see Sis's mouth moving up and down his big pinkish-white cock between her big jugs...

Tabitha suddenly lurched up and spun around, then crawled over her boyfriend, raised herself and reached under -- and sat -- and both she and her boyfriend went, "UUUHH!" Then she started bouncing up and down and although Lillian's vantage didn't allow her to see it, she knew that Tabitha' boyfriend's dick was disappearing inside her, again and again... They were FUCKING! HOLY SHIT!

Listening to the fleshy smacks seemed to drive Sis up the wall; she let out a whine and said, "Bobby, please?"

"What about your momma?" Bobby asked.

"I don't CARE!" Sis pulled her leg down and crawled over Bobby's lap.

'I'm NOT missing THIS!" Lillian decided, and popped her head up over the top of the couch just as Sis rubbed Bobby's dick between her pussy lips and started settling on it. It was AMAZING! The thing HAD to be six or seven inches long, and it just DISAPPEARED inside Sis's pussy! Then she raised herself and it showed up again -- well, most of it; the big puffy pink head stayed inside her -- and her pussy lips were all wide open and puffy until she started down again, at which point they closed some, but were STILL pretty puffy... Up, down, up, down -- every time, Sis seemed to be moving a little faster, panting. Lillian, mesmerized, raised up a bit further to watch the show and Sis detected the movement and turned her head -- but she was too busy with what she was doing, apparently, because her eyes popped and she took a HUGE breath -- and Bobby stuck three fingers in her mouth to keep her from screaming as her eyes rolled up in her head and she started shaking and jumping and grinding herself against him! Bobby started making these strained grunts and hunching -- and Lillian looked down at where the two of them were smashed together and white goo appeared there! Sis spread it around, hunching and bucking, then flopped forward, panting; Lillian could see her roll her head to the right while this Bobby guy sucked her neck. Lillian though she was safe -- then Sis opened her eyes and looked right at her, but raised a finger to her lips, then waved her away. Lillian nodded and got up; she'd seen PLENTY! As she looked behind her from the doorway, Sis was watching her over the couch back -- and Tabitha was going "MMMMM! MMMMM! MMMMM!" around her boyfriend's fingers while she flashed up and down on his dick...

Phyllis wasn't the only Horner female who had to masturbate like mad before going back to sleep.

Randy carried Chris, Misha, Iris, and Frank on the next load -- and Miriam, up front. Miriam was thoroughly chastised, and couldn't bring herself to say anything to Randy -- and Randy liked it that way. Still he looked for something to say as he let her off, and ended up with, "Things aren't going well."

"I'll do better!" Miriam promised.

"That won't help," Randy sighed and pulled away from the curb, leaving Miriam VERY disturbed.

The other four had an interesting time in the back of the van. Because Iris needed to maintain her anonymity, she kept her mask -- but she'd already had a run-in with Frank, so he didn't see any reason not to be familiar... "Get enough?" he grunted.

The interlude with Chuck had been nice, but the atmosphere at the party had been permeated with sex and Iris could have used a bit more. As a result, she replied, "I think so."

"It's a yes or a no," Frank replied, eyeing her.

"Yes." Iris firmed the answer.

"You're lying," Frank declared in response. "When are you gonna take that mask off?" he added, thinking, 'Bitches. They ALL lie...'

"When I'm safe."

Frank grunted a chuckle. "And when is that? You're NEVER safe..."

The remark was unsettling; Iris changed the location at which she planned to remove the mask as a result. "At home, I guess."

Frank chuckled and patted the seat beside him. "Come sit with me -- you're crowding those two." Iris hesitated, and Frank rasped, "Come on, I've already stuck my tongue down your throat and felt you up!"

Iris got up and tentatively settled herself beside him on the adapted bench seat. "We can't do anything."

"Well, not much -- not here," Frank agreed -- but he reached for her leg and started running his hand up and down her thigh.

"Don't," Iris muttered, putting her hand atop his.

"Why not?"

"It's a tease."

"See?" Frank muttered. "You wasn't done. If you was, it would just be a tickle." 'Why am I doing this? I tossed the tubby little bitch at the party... I stuck my dick in two bitches -- that wasn't enough?'

"Well, I'm done now, obviously," Iris insisted.

"Howcum? Because you left?"

"Well, yes..."

'Silly bitch,' Frank thought, 'She still doesn't get it.' He resumed rubbing.

Iris eyed him and tried to hold his hand in place, but Frank reached across to fondle her left breast and that took priority. "Stop, now! We're not going to do anything in here!"

Frank shrugged. "Maybe not." His fingers remembered a very wet, puffy, furry pussy -- and for some unknown reason, they wanted in there again... He subsided, but didn't remove his hand from Iris' thigh.

Misha whispered to Chris, "Come home with me."

"What about your mom?" Chris whispered back.

"She'll be okay. It's not like she did without."

Chris grunted, nodded, and settled back.

A couple of minutes later, they arrived at the school. The four of them disembarked, Misha and Iris heading for their car, Chris for his, and Frank for his. Frank watched the others, noting that Misha and Iris didn't separate. Having them side by side turned the lights on in his brain -- 'Shit! The old bitch is Misha's mother!' The knowledge was more ammunition for him to use on her... When the pair and Chris convoyed out of the parking lot, Frank followed, hanging back some.

Toby called Fred. "How is it going?"

"We're done I think," Fred replied, "Just hanging out."

"How did it go?"

"Everybody seems happy."

"Cool. I guess we'll be along to take everybody home soon," Toby replied.

"They just have to get to school, right?" Fred asked. "If so, I can get 'em there."

"That'd be GREAT!" Toby gushed.

"No sweat -- I got it."

"Cool!" Toby hung up and looked at Amy. "Fred is handling transport. Let's go home."

"Okay," Amy said quietly. It was going to happen, then...

Randy wanted to go home, but there were several couples hanging out at Carpenter's. Toby called him, rambling on about wanting to take Amy home, so he capitulated and wandered back to the clubhouse. Everyone seemed to be asleep; Ben and Gina on a mat on the pool table, Terence and Clint and Brenda and Bonita in a boy-girl-boy-girl cluster on the downstairs couch, Mac and Donna on a mattress on the floor, Tad and Anita on the upstairs couch, Isaiah and Jasmine in one bedroom and Mark and Janice in the other. Finally, Randy checked the master bedroom, expecting to find Damian there -- but Candace was alone. Randy was standing there, hopping from foot to foot, when Candace struggled up, somehow disturbed by his entry. "Hmmm? Randy? What's up?"

"Everybody is asleep. I need to be around to take them home."

"Well, Honey, why don't you crash on a couch or something," Candace replied, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"They're both taken. Bedrooms, too. Even the pool table."

"Really? Wow! Quite a crowd..." She eyed him for a moment. "Come to bed, Hon. I'm tired right now, though..."

"That's fine." Randy crawled under the covers and spooned up to her. "This okay?"

"Yes, very nice..." Both were asleep in moments.

Frank waited down the block until Misha and her mother got out of their car and Chris got out of his and they went inside before pulling up to the curb out front. Lights came on and went out here and there; Misha and Iris had discussed Chris staying the night on the way home, and Iris had decided that, late as it was, she would take a nice, relaxing soak in her tub while her daughter and Chris went another round. She was in her room putting on a dressing gown when the knock on the door sounded. "Who...?" 'Surely not...' Iris thought to herself as she padded to the door, barefoot.

Frank already had the doorknob turned; when Iris' head blocked the light coming through the peephole, he pushed it open, causing her to stumble back. "You!" she gasped.

"You said not in the van..."

"You can't just..." But Frank was on her and her feet went out from under her and she found herself on her back on the living room floor with his hand over her mouth!

"Shhh! You'll disturb Chris and his squeeze!" Frank hissed. He lifted his hand.

"I'll do more than that! Leave this instant or I'll call the police!"

"That's fucking stupid and you know it!" Frank replied. "What are you gonna tell them? I came home from an orgy and one of the guys that fucked with me there showed up to rape me? Oh, by the way, I had sex with a couple of underage guys?"

Iris flinched. "What do you want?"

"Oh, come on!"

"Is this how you meet women?"

"Fuck, not likely!" Frank chuckled. "Come on, you silly bitch! You know and I know you didn't get enough! So let's fix it!"

"You're not exactly romantic!" Iris hissed.

"Okay, maybe not -- but you were being an idiot cunt, so I just cut to the chase, you know? Why did you have to lie and pretend -- and why were you gonna do without? You weren't hurting any when I had three fingers in that wet pussy of yours..."

"You have a nasty mouth!"

"Am I telling the fucking truth?"

"That's not the point! This is rape! Home invasion!"

"I just opened the door..."

"Nobody asked you to!"

"Oh, for shit's sake..." Frank shifted his weight and slid his hand up Iris' inner thigh. "Will you cut the shit already?"

"Stop that!"

"What part of 'I have you by the cunt hairs' do you not understand?" Frank rasped. "Chuck's goo is up inside you, you know. You start screaming rape and they take a DNA test and there will be two of us -- both underage. You WANT another dick -- and I was plenty good enough at the party..."

They were telling points -- every damned one of them. Iris shut up while she thought about it. "Look, if I fuck you, will you promise not to do anything like this again?"

"No." Frank's fingers found her nether lips. "Settle the fuck down. It would be different if you hadn't been sitting in that van wishing you'd had another dick. Just pretend you invited me home -- it's what you SHOULD have done in the FIRST place!"

He was bigger, more muscular, and he had a point -- several, in fact. 'I'm fucked -- so I might as well go along with it.' "Close the door. You don't have friends waiting to make this a gang-bang, do you?"

"Would you like one?" Frank snorted.

"No thank you." Iris sighed. "Let me up -- the bath is running."

"Are you done being fucking stupid?"

"Yes." Resignation hung there in her voice.

"Okay." Frank got up off her and helped her to her feet, then, holding her wrist to keep her from going anywhere, he closed -- and locked -- the door. "We don't want any more visitors." He put the chain on, too, eyeing Iris -- and she got it: There would be a delay while she undid the chain if she decided to run for it.

"Frank -- that's your name, right? Frank? This isn't how you meet nice girls."

"Maybe not," Frank agreed, "but it IS how you handle cantankerous sluts who wander around unable to figure out whether they really want to fuck or not!"

"Gawd! Do you hate women?" Iris wondered.

"No, but I don't trust 'em any further than I can throw 'em!" Frank replied. "And in your case, that probably isn't far..." Iris gasped in outrage and Frank chuckled. "Why do I have to sugar coat everything? Can't you live in the real fucking world?"

"You're rude! You're saying nasty things -- deliberately! Why would any woman want to be with you when you act like that?" Iris snapped.

"There is a few out there," Frank replied. "Ones who don't have any illusions about how things really are..."

"Things aren't REALLY as filthy as you seem to think they are!" Iris rasped, tugging his arm. "Come on, before the bathtub overflows!"

"Fine." Frank let Iris lead him to the bath. The tub was full of bubbles -- and a rubber dildo that Iris had laid out on the toilet seat brought an evil grin to his face. "So, I interrupted play time in the bathtub, huh?"

Iris reddened. "Okay, well..."

"Isn't a real dick better than that shit?"

"You are SUCH an asshole!"

"So do you need a bath?" Fran switched tracks. "Where is your old man, anyway?"

"Gone."

"He get tired of listening to your shit?"

"Damn you!" Iris bent and opened the drain and then tugged Frank toward the bedroom, "Let's fuck and get it over with so you can go piss off someone ELSE!"

So they had angry sex. Problem was, it was GREAT angry sex! Frank was rough and unfeeling and used Iris like toilet paper -- but his pounding attack brought her to climax twice before he jerked his cock out of her and squirted first on her belly, then her tits and finally all over her face. "Why did you have to do that?" she panted.

"To keep you in your place!" Frank gasped back, then crawled back between her legs and plugged himself into her again to enjoy his post-orgasmic sensitivity in her hot twat.

"Frank?" Frank turned his head; Chris and Misha were standing there. "What are you doing here?"

"We had unfinished business," Frank replied, "obviously." He turned a warning look on Iris.

"Go away, you two," Iris waved tiredly, "There is no reason to expose you to his dubious charms any more than I have to." Both of them were bothered, but they left the room. "Are you done?" she asked Frank.

"I dunno. If I'm not gonna wake up with a butcher knife in me I might hang out for another piece after I get a nap," Frank allowed.

"I don't see why I should make any promises. Do you treat ALL your women like shit?"

"Pa says it keeps 'em from having expectations."

"I don't think I want to meet your Pa," Iris muttered. Frankly, it was the wrong thing to say...

Frank chuckled evilly. 'You are about the dumbest cunt...' he mused as he slid his half-erect cock from her and draped himself over her splayed left leg. "Don't go no fucking where," he told her, throwing an arm over her just under her breasts.

"Fine." She was gooey, and angry, but tired and sated. Apparently, it was the price she was going to have to pay for her satisfaction. Well, aside from bruising her ego, it hadn't been THAT bad...

In a few minutes they were both snoring.