Chapter 11

Jack was a surprise -- no, Jack was a SHOCK! For the first few minutes, it was, eh, no big thing -- which was just as well, as Beth was happy and I did NOT want to go messing with her first love! Friends don't flirt with friend's lovers, you know?

We got seriously off on the wrong foot; I asked Jack what he did for a living, and he said he was in the military -- which boded ill for Beth, since there isn't a military base for hundreds of miles! Then Beth popped up with "He's a recruiter!" -- which is almost worse, since EVERYBODY know they're liars and cheats! Then he comes out with some tale about just being an admin weenie, which only made him look lame...

Then we got into Beth's wild story -- and I had to give him credit; he fought me every step of the way! The first words out of his mouth were, "Well, a gentleman doesn't tell." After that, he checked with Beth every time it came time to reveal something. Heck, he even tried to cover Mrs. H.'s ass! It was like pulling teeth, but when it was over, it was clear that Beth's wild story was true! I managed slowly to pull who and what and where and when-- even how -- out of him, with Beth's help -- but that left why... Why did Mrs. H. roll over and let Beth take Jack to bed? What magic spell did Jack weave that shut her down? I wasn't naive enough to believe that MY little talk with Mrs. H. turned the trick... I pinged him on it, "But there's more to it, isn't there?"

Jack tried to look innocent. "Why would you say that?"

"Because wild stuff like that doesn't just happen," I argued. "There have to be extenuating circumstances. I mean, I talked to Mrs. H. last night and tried to put some sense in her head, but I don't see her just telling you to make yourself at home." I flicked a glance at Beth. "Besides, Beth hinted that there was more."

The next bit was, well, weird...

"I see," Jack replied, and turned to Beth. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"I got a little queasy," she admitted. "Daddy was worse."

To this day, I have NO IDEA what that meant! While I was trying to puzzle it out, Jack got up and said, "I'm going to hit the Men's Room. Maybe we'll discuss this when I come back." I was like, 'Yeah, okay...' What the fuck?

I forgot all about it, though, because Troy and Tony showed up.

Beth and I had been trying to get Troy and Tony's attention for months. We'd even farted around that very night, making derisive noises about what 'studs' they were and laughing and trying to get a rise out of them. Beth thought it was a game -- and it was, but she didn't know the rules. I thought I did, but I'd been missing a couple up until that night...

Troy and Tony were more or less the reason we frequented Ray's. The food was good, but it wasn't THAT good, you know? Mostly, we went to Ray's because I wanted to -- and I wanted to because I had a guilty little secret...

The first time I'd come into Ray's, it was just before ten, and they were shutting down the restaurant side of the place, but you could still get a meal if you sat at a table on the bar side. I was alone; Beth was doing some family thing and I'd done a late shift at the store. So I sat there, eating my ribs and drinking a beer, watching Troy and Tony and this girl... She was a little drunk, and the two of them were taking turns dancing with her to slow tunes, grinding. She seemed... ambivalent; the guys were tag teaming her, never leaving her alone -- and feeling her up under her blouse and playing with her ass. She would fight it, feebly, off and on, but she never got loud -- merely petulant. There was something in her tone that rang my chimes; I sat there chewing and drinking and staring while they worked her over.

After a while, she was so exhausted that she couldn't stand up; they took her over to the bench along the back wall and sat her there, behind the center table, while they took either side. They fed her shots while they pawed her, relentlessly. They had her blouse open and her bra undone and while she tried to control one's hands, the other one would grope her and they would suck her neck and fondle her hooters (which weren't much bigger than mine) and rub her crotch. I think it was the sounds that fascinated me; her whining and groaning and sounding balky and them both talking to her in this oh, so reasonable tone. The whole thing took me back...

I was seven when Mom (Mommy, back then) remarried. Stepdaddy worked where she did, at the factory. I got out of school at two-thirty, which meant that they had to hire a sitter for me until they got home around five-thirty.

Over the summer when I was eight, Stepdaddy's brother, (I called him Uncle Bart) got laid off. Summer was bad -- more hours babysitting meant more money and that meant less for take-home pay for Momma and Stepdaddy. So Uncle Bart stepped in...

Hey, it was all fine at the start, you know? Slap and tickle, pinch and giggle... we played and roughhoused and he chased me all over the house and we did Hide and Seek... We got to the point where I was spending a lot of time on his lap, sitting on this hard thing while he rubbed my legs or my sides -- or my flat chest...

Uncle Bart took it slow and easy; it was two months before I saw his cock. By then, I was well into the joys of masturbation; I wasn't cumming yet, but his fingers rubbing my bare cunny felt GREAT! I would sit on his lap and he would run his hands all over me while we watched cartoons -- I was totally in love with the guy, you know? One day we got around to discussing the wet spots he got in his pants and how I had to straddle the hard ridge in his lap -- and a week later I was jacking his pee-pee while he rubbed me -- naked, usually, so that when he shot his juice on my chest and belly it didn't mess up my clothes...

I got my first orgasm about a week after he started licking me out -- and then I was REALLY hooked! Sucking his pee-pee was a clear quid pro quo thing; I enjoyed it, I got good at it, and it kept the mess down.

If things had stayed that way, I'd have probably never had a problem; even after I became old enough to realize that Uncle Bart was a pedophile, I wouldn't have given a shit. But there came a Sunday during football season when I climbed onto Uncle Bart's lap and got a little too familiar in front of Stepdaddy...

He didn't say anything right away; he just watched out of the corner of his eye. Mommy was out shopping or something -- football wasn't her thing. I figured that I wasn't going too far -- just rubbing myself off on Uncle Bart's erection through our clothes while sitting on his lap. But I got a cum, and it was just a little TOO obvious... Stepdaddy sent me off to get him and Uncle Bart a beer, and when I got back, they were in a pretty tense conversation. They didn't want me to get it all, but there was stuff flying like, "She's MY stepdaughter -- who told YOU that you could get in it?" Anyway, after about ten minutes of fierce whispers, they came to an agreement -- and that's when the 'reasonable requests' started coming in...

"Come here, Baby," Stepdaddy waved me over. "You've been having a lot of fun on Uncle Bart's lap? It's okay, you can tell Stepdaddy about it. Why don't you show me?" By the next commercial, I was naked, blowing Stepdaddy -- only he wasn't as nice as Uncle Bart...

I was Uncle Bart's Favorite Girl -- but I was Stepdaddy's Little Slut, and it went downhill from there. Cunt, whore, cum-dumpster -- I caught on real fast to what Stepdaddy called girls who participated in what I'd come to think of as 'Uncle Bart's Special Fun.' Uncle Bart tried to ameliorate things, but Stepdaddy was just an asshole. Things kept escalating...

So I sat there in Ray's, listening to Tony use that same tone of voice on this girl that Uncle Bart used on me the first time Stepdaddy stuck his dick up my ass... "You love Stepdaddy, don't you? He loves you. You want to give him a present, don't you? This is special -- Stepdaddy will love you forever! It will only hurt a little until you get used to it, then it will be fun -- and we can do it all the time... But this first time, you need to give the gift to Stepdaddy, because he's your Stepdaddy and he loves you..."

I couldn't hear what Troy was saying, but I could see him pressing the girl's head inexorably into his crotch. In a minute or two, he'd broken that barrier, and her lips were rolling up and down his erection -- and Tony had both hands under her skirt...

Uncle Bart was always gentle; Stepdaddy never was. When it came time to push the edge of the envelope, Uncle Bart would cajole and rationalize and explain while Stepdaddy just took whatever it was he wanted. Then Uncle Bart would come behind him and try to make it better...

I got double-teamed a lot. I would suck Uncle Bart's pee-pee for comfort while Stepdaddy pounded his cock in my ass and called me every kind of slut, bitch, whore -- he had a whole list. Mommy was a stupid cunt and I was a chip off the old block. But I was still Uncle Bart's Special Girl...

Troy and Tony did it differently; Troy was the abuser, jamming the girl's face onto his cock, while Tony just fucked her, doggie-style. She got into it, and started throwing her ass back at him -- and I watched, mesmerized, and wanted them to fuck me SO BAD!!!

It had gone on for over a year -- almost two -- after Stepdaddy found out. He would fuck Mommy senseless, then bring his pee-pee covered in cum and/or Mommy's juices in for me to suck -- then he would stick it up my ass, if he had any left. Lots of times, I don't think he would cum in Mommy, even -- he would just wear her out (she got HUGE orgasms, and after three or so, would be exhausted and pass out, too weak to move), then come into my room and get me to empty his balls. Sometimes, he didn't even fuck her -- he would wear her out with a big vibrator, saving himself for me. Mommy was blind and stupid and satisfied; it took a long time for her to get up the moral courage to do anything. But that Sunday she walked in on Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart double-teaming me and Stepdaddy talking about how he was gonna bust my cherry and sell my dirty fuck hole to black guys -- and Mommy's, too -- she decided enough was enough. Even then, it wasn't an instant thing -- she let Stepdaddy talk her down and things went on for another week or so while she rounded up a lawyer and a private eye in secret so she had the goods on him... Ultimately, Stepdaddy didn't go to jail because I begged Mommy not to fuck over Uncle Bart...

Troy and Tony turned that girl every which way but loose, there on the bench. They totally subjugated her. She fucked them and she sucked them and she sucked Jock the Bartender and she got felt up and jacked off on by a couple of other guys -- and I watched and drooled and wished it was me... And I KNOW that when they finally turned her loose and she crawled out of there, she thought it was all her fault... She'd led them on, somehow, and they'd seen the slut hidden in her and let it out and ultimately she'd given in to her slutty impulses -- or at least, that's what they'd brainwashed her to believe...

They wouldn't have had to work that hard on me -- I hadn't had a man since Uncle Bart.

Anyway, I started dragging Beth there, after work, hoping to see the whole thing happen again -- actually, hoping to participate! Instead, we saw Troy and Tony get into it with guys fairly regularly about dancing with their dates, running probably every other guy off, but we never actually SAW them get that far with another girl -- probably because Beth wouldn't spend more than a couple of hours in the place. We would come in after work and eat and hang out for a while, but Beth would want to go home before the restaurant end closed. I took to trying to get a rise out of them, and urged Beth to assist -- more or less figuring that if we got them going, I could keep Beth calm long enough for them to get her liquored up and work her over. I figured that would get us both laid (okay, I know -- I'm not right in the head; I'd actually convinced myself I'd be doing her a favor) -- but they ignored us, treated us like furniture...

... Until that night! Jack probably hadn't made it to the Men's Room door before Tony was feeding money into the jukebox and punching in a slow one. Troy came directly to us from the pool table, announcing, "Heckle and Jeckyll -- where did you two magpies get a date -- the boy scouts?"

"He's the pool boy," I carped. "If you're lucky, we might have an opening for a groundskeeper."

"Yeah, yeah," Troy countered, "so which of you is he with?"

"We're a package deal," I retorted, "Aren't we, Beth?" Beth, out of her depth, nodded. I was trying to figure out why they were suddenly interested -- and the answer seemed somehow to be Jack. A light was beginning to dawn; I didn't remember ever seeing them dance with anyone UNLESS they'd been part of a couple -- and I'd seen them mess with a couple of guys who complained...

I was still putting the pieces together when Jack returned. Troy looked up and said, "Oh. You're back."

"That I am," Jack agreed.

Troy was more than a little drunk; he dismissed Jack for a second, looking at me, then said, "We were asking the girls to dance -- you don't mind, do you?" He copped an attitude -- basically, 'Do you wanna fight about it?'

Jack surprised me by answering, "Actually, I DO mind, since I have some claim on one of them."

Troy and Tony both blinked in surprise -- I guess they had Jack figured for a pushover. Then Tony said, "The little one? Okay, no problem; Chubby can probably take the heat a lot better. Come on, Honey," and he grabbed Beth and lifted her out of her chair by her upper arm, "Let's dance a slow one. Do you do the mambo? The horizontal mambo?" Uh oh! Naturally, they would pick TONIGHT to get grabby...

Jack got insistent. "You guessed wrong, I'm afraid -- that one belongs to me." Knowing these guys, there was gonna be a war... I suddenly realized that was the whole idea -- fucking with the girl's date was all part of their game. They'd roll over him, which isolated and intimidated her...

Troy grunted "Tough!" and made a grab for me.

"That one is my guest," Jack insisted. Troy ignored him, grabbing my wrist. Beth started looking like a rabbit; Tony was shifting her around so he could feel her up. "That's enough!" Jack barked. "Return the lady to the table."

Troy yelled "Fuck you!" and grabbed a beer pitcher and took an awkward swing at Jack -- who let it go by, then grabbed him and pulled him from where he was bent over the table and slammed a knee in his chest! Troy got this bug-eyed look and his mouth opened and he fell on the floor, having trouble breathing -- and I looked at Jack in amazement, thinking, 'Holy Shit!'

Tony was as surprised as I was! "Hey! What did you do that for?"

"He seemed to think I would look good covered in broken glass," Jack replied, REALLY calmly. "I recommend that you release my woman -- NOW!"

"You don't own her!" Tony argued. "Come on, Honey -- I'll show you a good time..." He reached out to cop a feel of one of Beth's hooters.

I swear to God -- Jack went RIGHT OVER the TABLE! He grabbed Tony by the wrist, and Tony flung Beth out of the way so he could take a swing at Jack. But Jack was already there -- with a shot to the jaw that came up from the floor, I think -- and Tony's eyes rolled up and he hit the floor, with Jack still holding onto his wrist. Troy, who still wasn't breathing right, went crawling over and tried to do SOMETHING -- pull Jack off-balance, maybe. Jack looked down at him and said, "You're kidding, right?" I watched Troy's lips move; the crazy bastard tried to call Jack a motherfucker -- not that he had any air for it. Jack shook his head and reached down and held Troy by the neck for a second or two, and Troy went boneless!

Jack pulled Beth into a hug and said matter-of-factly, "Nice place. You girls come here often?"

I was just AMAZED! "All the time. They do, too -- and this is the first time they ever paid any attention to us! Do you know you just levitated right over the table? That was AWESOME!"

Jock, the bartender appeared, wiping his hands on a towel, and he and Jack had this real calm discussion about whether Troy and Tony were seriously busted up or not and how they did this all the time. Jock mumbled something about weapons...

"You mean they're armed?" Jack asked.

"It's happened," Jock allowed.

Jack searched them and found a couple of knives. I just couldn't believe how he was acting -- like this kind of thing happened all the time and it was no big thing... "Have you ever seen them play that game before?" he asked.

Beth shook her head; me, I was sure my guilt was written all over my face! "Once, maybe." I told him. "I've seen them get into it over girls with other guys, but I didn't make the connection. I saw them handing around a girl once -- there didn't seem to be another guy around." I warned him that Jock had gotten some that time and might not be reliable.

Jack moved around to a chair he could see the bar from. By now, Troy and Tony had managed to crawl off, Tony holding his wrist. Jack waved our waitress over, "Maybe we should move to a booth."

"Maybe you should leave, Mister," the waitress countered. "Those two don't have much sense when they're sober."

Jack thought about it -- like he was deciding whether he wanted to bother or not. "Do you girls want dessert? Drinks?" Beth and I shook our heads. "Check, please!"

We went out to the car, but as we were getting in, Jack looked off a couple of rows over in the parking lot at a truck and said, "Wait in the car." I looked over in time to see Troy waving a gun! Jack said something to him, and Troy said something back -- and Jack rushed him! I don't know what happened next, but Troy collapsed -- and there wasn't a shot, thank God! Jack went over to the truck and I saw Tony -- they talked a bit, apparently amicably, then Tony helped Jack put Troy in the truck. Then he came back to the car and leaned in, saying, "You two are DEFINITELY going to have to find another place to eat!" But he gave me the eye for a second, then added, "Since the troublemakers are leaving, let's go in and have another drink."

Beth was shaking like a dog shitting peach pits, but Jack was right -- it was safe, now; besides, he was daring me, kinda. So I got out; bless her heart, Beth got a grip and followed.

The bouncer was watching the door; he'd seen the earlier mess but Jock had waved him off. He asked Jack about Troy and Tony; Jack opened the front door and waved at the pickup pulling away from the parking lot and said the fun was over. After a second of thought, he waved us on in. Then Jack turned to me and asked, "Where were they sitting when they handed that girl around?"

'Shit!' He had me. The look he gave me told me he'd read me like a book! I limited myself to pointing at the location -- a bench seat along the back wall of the place with three tables and facing chairs in front of it and muttering, "Over there..." I couldn't even LOOK at Beth -- but of course she STILL had no idea what was going on...

"Let's sit there, then," Jack said, waving us forward. When we got there, he rearranged the chairs so that I sat on his left and Beth sat on his right while he sat on the bench facing the bar.

The waitress arrived before we were even settled. "You're back..."

Jack treated the earlier incident as no big thing, telling her that Troy and Tony had left for the evening, and asked us what we wanted to drink. I ordered a margarita and Beth followed suit; Jack ordered a beer. While we waited, Jack gave Beth some attention, since she was clearly nervous.

Jock came over with the drinks, himself. "We don't want no trouble."

Jack made it clear that Troy and Toby were done for the evening -- and surprised Jock by handing him some gun parts and telling him that the rest of the thing was in the parking lot somewhere -- then told him to leave us alone; there would be no trouble. Jock went away... Then Jack pulled a game console or something out of his pocket and handed it to me saying, "Take a look at this -- it's the latest thing. I'm thinking about getting Beth one."

I picked it up and looked at it; the screen displayed some patterns like a screen saver -- so what? I turned it over in my hands, "That's all it does?"

Jack looked at me and said, "It's enough." Beth snorted into her margarita, like I'd said something funny.

I flashed her a look, but answered Jack, "If you say so. So what now?"

"You wanted to know the rest of the story, didn't you?" Jack asked.

'Hot damn!' I thought. "I'm all ears!"

"All right," Jack replied. "First thing's first. What would you do to get off this rock?"

THAT rocked me! I had to think for a second -- what was he up to? Then I got it; Jack had a decent CAP score, and he was feathering his nest! THAT was probably why Mrs. H. had rolled over -- although there might be more to it -- but it was a pretty good reason for him to be able to tuck Beth under his wing. Me, on the other hand -- I'd been stiffed before -- and I told him so, "Look, Jack, I'm really starting to like you -- you get more impressive by the minute -- but I'm not Beth. At this point, you could tie a piece of twine around her neck and she would follow you everywhere if, when and until you got lucky and stumbled into a pickup -- no offense Sweetie! -- but I'm not built that way. I've been fooled before, and I just can't lock myself down for a maybe. If it happens and we are together or can get that way, I'll be the first one to get naked and jump on your cock, but for now I need to hold my options open."

Jack sat back in his chair and nodded -- and didn't seem surprised.

I turned to Beth and apologized -- I mean, she's SUCH an innocent, but she has feelings, you know? "Sweetie, I wasn't trying to be mean. Jack, here, more than rates anything you need to do to keep him. I'd marry him, if I were you, while you wait. But I can't stick myself out there on a maybe and run the chance that I'll be in the Ladies Room when the walls come down -- or that Jack might just decide I'm not as hot as some other chick on site at the last second. I'll be happy to hang out with you guys, and if it happens, I'll want to interview, but I can't go joining a harem in waiting..."

Beth didn't get upset -- in fact, I was pretty surprised at how she passed it off! Instead, she turned to Jack and put her hand on his and said, "Jack, can I handle this?" Jack shrugged and agreed; I think he was as surprised as I was. I braced myself for Beth to turn her puppydog eyes on me and whine, "PLEEEEEZE!" -- but instead she reached in her purse and fished out a piece of paper and said, "Read this..."

So I unfolded it and started to read. It was a print of some official-looking document... 'Let it be known to all who view these presents that Elizabeth Grace Hopkins...' 'HOLY SHIT!' I'd seen a couple of these -- and without exception, it meant that the girl involved was GONE -- shipped off to a colony world! I goggled and looked up at Jack, "I've seen a couple of these. Is it genuine?"

Jack cocked his head. "I don't know -- what is it?"

I figured he was jerking my chain -- but the look on his face when I passed it to him said that Beth had surprised HIM, too. "Yes," he replied, passing it back.

I was FLOORED! "It says she's already -- you're already..." I croaked.

Jack just nodded. "Yes."

THIS was a horse of a different color! THIS wasn't, 'Hang out with me and be my slut -- and if I get picked up, I'll take you with me, maybe...' UH UH! THIS was, 'Sign on the dotted line and it's a done deal!' No WONDER Mrs. H. rolled over and let Jack pound Beth in her own bedroom! She probably went in to watch hoping Jack would take HER, too! I took a BIG slug of my margarita, composed myself, and took the plunge, "Could I, like, get a dog collar?"

Jack grinned; the dude's got a sense of humor! "Spikes, or those diamond-shaped metal studs?"

"Oh, spikes, of course." I grinned back.

"You'll have to take it off if I decide to suck your neck, or whatever," Jack teased.

"That's fine, I'm sure..." I got serious. "What am I signing up for, exactly?"

Jack got serious, too. "The standard concubine thing," he replied. "Sex on demand -- and anything else I want, for that matter. Kids. In return, you come with us when I'm done here and I support and protect you and give you a place to live -- until we irritate each other beyond tolerance, at which point, I try to find you another place to live." He gave me a look. "I'm doing this for Beth; I don't promise love, although I love Beth and I love both of my other concubines -- it's way too early for that. But if it works, it works."

Beth rocked in her seat and looked worried, but Jack was being straight up -- which was a pleasant change from what I'd gotten from the OTHER guys I'd dealt with. "That seems fair. No promises you can't keep," I muttered, letting Beth know it was all cool.

Jack nodded and continued in the same no-bullshit vein, "There are no guarantees -- I can't predict the future. But I meet my obligations."

I waved the paper. "This was effective last night." There were still questions -- like, 'Why are you still here?'

"That's right."

"When are you leaving?"

"Saturday."

"If I say yes, when is it effective?"

"As soon as you pass the test drive..." Jack said. There was more, but I was absorbing the news that made it real... I mean, it was all well and good for Jack to make the offer based on the fact that Beth wanted me to come -- but how far were we gonna get if he just bought a pig in a poke? This was safer; I didn't want him to hand me off right away because he didn't like something about how I fucked or whatever...