Chapter 12

"So we come back to my original question," Jack murmured. "What would you do to get off this rock?"

THIS time, I was up for it! "Anything. Name it."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Technically -- in one hole," I answered, then went for shock value, "My stepdad and his brother left my pussy alone." Beth let out a gasp and I added, "Probably because I wasn't quite eleven when Mom filed for divorce, and she warned him that if he gave us trouble he would go away for pedophilia."

"You were still lucky, I bet," Jack opined.

So much for shock value... I eyed him, "You're not surprised."

"I've seen your CAP scores -- or had them interpreted for me, anyway," Jack replied. "I don't want to be seen as an abuser; would you give it to me?"

"You're fine -- we understand each other. You're not trying to tell me you love me and that I ought to be nice to you," I told him. "I'd be happy to fuck you."

"God..." Beth covered her face. Beth knew a little bit, but I'd never gone into the gory details...

"It's all right, Sweetie," I told her, patting her shoulder. "Jack is handling things just right. He's not being mean -- he's telling me what I need to hear -- straight up, the way I need to hear it." I turned to Jack. "You know a shrink?"

"I know an AI," he replied. After a second, he added, "I could pass on the test drive, but that would be doing both of us a disservice, wouldn't it?"

He was right... "Yeah," I agreed. "You wouldn't know if I was any good, and I would feel like a charity case -- like I hadn't earned it. What do you want? Name it. The cherry is no problem -- I've been wanting to get rid of that for years."

"How's your head?" Jack asked. He wasn't talking about the one on my shoulders; he wanted to know how I GAVE head...

"I'm out of practice," I replied honestly, "but I'm told it's like riding a bicycle."

Jack nodded and patted the bench on his left. "Get naked and climb up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob." Then he patted the bench on his right. "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to learn how."

I started undressing, then caught Beth dithering, "Sweetie, I can walk, but YOU have NO CHOICE! Get moving -- your man gave you an instruction!" I undid my jeans and stepped out of them.

"Jack?" Beth gulped.

"Now, Babe," Jack said gently. "Don't worry -- I can empty the place if I have to. Nobody is going to do anything." He was real gentle with her -- it was SOOO cute... Finally, she settled down and got on with it.

I crawled up on the bench and went digging in Jack's pants for my new toy. It was NICE! A BIG sucker! Circumcised, too! I told Beth, "You hit the jackpot here, Sweetie -- this thing is BEAUTIFUL! And a good two inches longer than Uncle Bart's..." I couldn't WAIT to taste it.... "Cut, too! No nasty goo under the foreskin..." I worked it like a popsicle a couple of times, sucking it in, tasting his pre-cum... "Yeah, just like riding a bicycle..." I went for it then, taking the huge joint all the way, lodging it in my throat. I hadn't done that in a LOOONG time, but once upon a time, I'd been quite practiced at it...

"Holy shit!" Jack gasped, stiffening.

Secure in the knowledge that I'd made an impression, I swallowed around it, then popped back off it, smiling. "Am I passing?"

"Oh, yeah..." Jack gasped, looking dazed.

"Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart weren't this big -- but I was a lot younger, too, so I had to learn deep throat," I told him. "It still works, I see..."

"I hope they're under a jail somewhere," Jack croaked, "but..."

I grinned. "Yeah -- you reap the benefits..." Turning to Beth, I said, "Come closer, Sweetie, and let Auntie Frieda teach you all about sucking dicks..."

We took turns. I would give him a stroke or two, then pop up and hand off to Beth while critiquing her performance. Jack slouched back and enjoyed it -- and that was his job, wasn't it? I didn't mind; I was having a gay old time! This was a fantasy come true!

Jock came around sniffing after some, and Jack told him he could fucking forget it! That wasn't good enough for me -- I let him have both barrels! "You had probably fifty opportunities, and you blew it, Buster! Now he owns me -- and YOU'RE out of luck! HA HA HA!"

Jack grinned at him and told him to get the fuck out -- and I think it tickled him, because suddenly he was holding my head in place while he poured cum in my mouth! No problem -- I LOVE cum! Uncle Bart's fuck juice used to be my favorite snack -- and Jack's tasted better, if anything! I made sure he got everything he was going to out of his orgasm, then pulled Beth over and snowballed her; she needed to learn how to handle her man's cum! She was surprised -- first from the kiss, then from me unloading baby-juice in her mouth -- but she handled it like a trouper...

"Good stuff, huh?" I grinned, backing off.

Beth gulped and nodded, then grinned back. "Thtickth in my bratheth..."

"It's a snack for later," I chuckled. That lisp... I figure Jack thinks it's hot. Maybe it is...

The waitress showed up about then. "You wanted something?" she asked. I swear to God her knees were knocking...

"Another beer for me and two more margaritas for my girls," Jack replied.

"I didn't expect this, earlier," she muttered.

Jack proceeded to bait her, "They tended to do this kind of thing, didn't they?" he asked, meaning Troy and Tony.

"Well, yeah." She turned pink.

"And management tolerates it," Jack pressed. She admitted it. "Yet you work here..."

"I..." There wasn't shit she could say -- and she knew it.

"Bring us our drinks, Honey." Jack waved her off.

I felt a little sympathy, so I muttered, "You were rough on her."

"When did you see them pass around that girl?" Jack asked.

'Uh oh -- now it's MY turn!' "It's been months."

"How many times do you figure it's happened?" Jack pressed.

"Several..."

"And she's still working here," Jack accused. "She's a cocktail waitress -- she can find work elsewhere. She likes it. She likes to watch. The bartender is probably fucking her."

'Shit, he's got HER number, too!' I realized. "So she has issues. Sounds like concubine material." Eyeing Jack sidelong, I changed the subject, "So, did I pass?"

He pulled me against him. "You pass. Welcome to sex slavery."

"Promise me you'll fuck me soon," I whispered.

"You're not allowed to make demands," he replied.

"Yes, Master," I grinned. Sure, I can do the slave girl thing... "Can I beg a lot?"

"That's allowed." But Jack turned his attention to Beth at that point. I got it; Beth was gonna need reassurance that she hadn't fucked up asking Jack to pull me in...

The waitress came back, and I realized that she might be fun. "Can I play with her?"

"Okay."

I went right to work... "Stay a while, Honey. Pull up a chair -- we know you like to watch." The waitress froze and looked over at the bar, licking her lips before taking the bait. Yeah, she was hooked, all right. I could tell -- largely because I had no reason to talk...

Jack sat back, grinning, his arms around us, mauling my left nipple and Beth's right for the waitress's entertainment, and let me work. "Are you married, Honey, or do you just wear that ring to keep the flies away?" I asked. "Where's your old man?"

The waitress flicked a transparent glance at Jack before replying, "God knows. Technically, I'm still married -- but it's only because I can't find him to serve papers. He hasn't done nothing for me for a while..." You ever wonder why all black chicks fracture English the same way? I mean, they went to the same English classes I went to, didn't they? Fuck it... "How many kids?"

"Three. A boy and two girls. How did you know?"

"You've got the look." 'DUH! You've got a baby roll, Honey, and those jugs have been full of milk...' "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?"

Watching her eyes bug was sweeeet! Finally, she dropped her eyes to the table top and muttered, "Depends. He likes white chicks better -- and the other waitress is white. Still, she isn't on and you've probably stirred him up -- I'll probably have to give him a blowjob, anyway, tonight. Otherwise? Every couple of weeks. Longer than that if Troy and Tony drum up anything. Like I said, he prefers white chicks."

"Is it a problem?" I asked.

"Not usually." She put her head down and I knew I could dig some more...

"Come on, Honey..."

"I'm gonna want more tonight," she whispered, blushing.

Yeah, I knew she was good for it! I turned my head and regarded my new master, "You like chocolate, Jack?"

He blinked. "Don't know -- never tried it. But I've got my hands full." He was looking at her, though.

I was, too, out of the corner of my eye. She didn't disappoint; she'd have gotten under the table and blown him right there... I shrugged. "What's your name, Honey?"

"Tara."

"You like your men to be able to handle themselves, don't you, Honey?" I teased.

"Yes." Tara licked her lips.

"In fact, I bet you like it for them to handle YOU..." I twisted the knife.

That did it! "I... gotta go. Other customers..." She was OUTTA there!

I leaned against Jack's shoulder and giggled. "How many women can you have, anyway, Jack?"

Jack blinked. "You know, I really haven't asked. I'm at four now." Guys are such simple creatures... Oh, they aren't stupid -- they just go at everything via the front door, you know?

"Maybe you should," I teased. "How many do you think you can handle?" He was hard; I reached into his lap and started playing with that hot, sweet cock. I could smell his brain cells burning -- but I was messing with his attention span...

"Stop that, you! You're distracting me!" he grunted

"Yes... Master..." I grinned from ear to ear.

"Drink up -- we're about done here, I think," Jack announced, then softened it with words to the effect of 'Don't choke or anything.'

"Okay," I replied. "We can watch the boys watch us. Beth, Sweetie, wiggle your shoulders." The results were HILARIOUS! I bet six of them went cross-eyed!

Beth didn't get it. "Why would they look at these floppy things?"

"It's how we're wired, Babe, it's how we're wired..." Jack told her, mauling her right jug.

After a while, Jack sent us off to the Ladies Room to dress, and when we came out, it was time to leave. Jock, the idiot fuck, actually yelled, "Come back and see us!"

Once in the car and moving, Jack asked Beth if there was any reason to go to her place.

Beth shrugged. "I don't know, Jack. Daddy might need to talk to you..."

Jack nodded and announced that we would all collect cars and head over to Beth's -- but we might end up sleeping at his place. That worked for me... He and Beth were playing touchie-feelie games in the front seat, so I sat up and reached over the seat to rub his chest -- but Jack ordered me to put on a seat belt; something about not wanting me to go flying through the windshield if he forgot to pay attention to his driving.

"No blowjobs in the car, then?" I teased.

"Not while moving, anyway."

I had to start somewhere, so I had Vera leave the babydoll nightie on -- without the panty; after all, I CERTAINLY enjoyed looking at her in it! Besides, for once, things were all about me...

Whether Jack would bring Beth home was open to question; they'd talked about it, but as ten p.m. arrived and neither Beth nor Jack had showed up, it began to look like they'd gone elsewhere. A few minutes after, though, Beth's key turned in the lock. I nudged Vera, directing, "Go greet them."

The joker in the deck was Beth's friend Frieda. As she came through the door, Vera looked back at me, stricken, but I shook my head and pointed at the door. "Good evening," Vera croaked formally.

Beth stepped up to give her mother a hug and Jack stopped and stood in the background, watching the pair, but Frieda said, "Nice outfit, Mrs. H!"

Vera opened her mouth to say something, but Jack, sensing an opportunity, no doubt, interjected, "Vera is no longer married; she became a concubine this morning."

Vera paled and staggered as if she'd been struck; Frieda ignored it, her attention on Jack. "Yours?"

Jack, however, nodded at me. "Oliver's."

"Sweeet!" Frieda exclaimed. "That's pretty much everybody, I guess." She turned to Beth. "Did you bring yours in?"

Beth blinked. "No..." She glanced at Jack, who frowned in thought, then nodded at the door.

As Beth reached the door, Frieda announced, "I don't have one." Then with an impish expression, she added, "Guess I'll have to go naked!"

That got a gasp from Vera and a gasp from Beth -- and a gasp from me, too, actually. Jack cleared his throat and said, "I've, uh, taken on Frieda..."

I grinned at him. "My condolences." The girl was DEFINITELY a handful!

Jack looked bemused and turned to Beth, who had stopped in the door. "Go get it -- I want to see it." Beth nodded and resumed her errand.

I became aware that Vera was covering her breasts and her crotch with her hands. "Vera!" I said sharply, "Drop your hands!"

"Ollie!" Vera turned to me and pled.

"Now!" I reiterated. "Hands at your sides, hanging naturally. You are on display -- BE on display!" I watched as Vera stood there and worked to regain her dignity. When she had control, she turned back to Jack. "Can I get you anything?"

"We just came from drinks and dinner," Jack replied -- but he gave Vera the once-over, deliberately, from head to foot. She blushed scarlet. Addressing me, he said, "There are other things that can be done. Even holding her wrists behind her back will pull her shoulders back and raise her chest."

I didn't have to say anything -- a look told Vera to comply. I knew she was suffering from the humiliation -- but I also knew it was good for her.

Jack turned to Frieda. "Our host's concubine is uncomfortable. Get naked."

"Yes, Boss." Frieda had no issues with the directive, apparently; she started divesting herself of her clothing, right where she stood.

Vera eyed Jack. "Why her?"

"Beth asked me to," was the answer Jack gave.

"Don't worry," Frieda told Vera, "The LAST thing I would EVER do is fuck this up for Beth."

Beth came back in then with a bag in her hands. Jack turned to her and said, "Go dress as your mother is. Take Frieda. If you can't find anything for her to wear, she can stay naked, but I'm looking for basically this standard." He waved at Vera.

"Yes, Jack." My daughter ducked her head obediently and led Frieda upstairs.

Jack settled into a chair, sighing. "So how's it going?"

"Differently," I admitted, patting the couch beside me Vera arranged herself there more or less as she had been when the others arrived. I resumed what I'd been doing -- fondling her right breast; she blushed a bit, but said nothing. "We've realized that our roles really ARE oriented properly, but both of us are used to pretending otherwise."

"I'd say things are moving in the proper direction," Jack opined. "New concubines generally have a thing with nudity, embarrassment, and humiliation. On colony ships, we tend to enforce it until they get used to it. Here, the environment really doesn't support that, but you seem to be moving in the right direction."

"The lingerie thing wasn't my idea," I admitted, "but I'm enjoying it."

"Vera's thinking, then, obviously," Jack smiled.

"Actually, it was Beth," Vera admitted. "I guess she discovered last night that her sleepwear isn't fetching."

Jack pursed his lips and nodded. "I wanted her nude, but she has a body image issue."

Vera shrugged. "Well, she's not..."

"Actually, she is," Jack broke in. "To me, anyway. Weird as it may seem, I've seen enough supermodels to last me a lifetime. Confederacy medical technology can body-sculpt just about anyone -- and does. Beth is... natural..."

I don't know which of us was more flabbergasted -- Vera or myself! After I'd gathered myself a bit, I asked, "So what are your plans for the evening?"

Jack smiled. "I think that if my concubines have any say in the matter, we're going to be having a lot of noisy sex." He eyed me, "I can take them to my hotel room if you like..."

I thought about it. "No, that's not necessary, as long as you're comfortable."

Beth and Frieda came down the stairs at that point, Beth dressed in a babydoll identical to Vera's and Frieda in some high-necked but filmy thing. Such was the size difference between herself and Beth that the arm holes on the thing displayed the sides of her conical breasts and the whole thing floated around her a bit. Frieda -- being Frieda -- bunched the fabric between her breasts, reorienting things so they stuck out the armholes -- and stuck her tongue out, into the bargain.

Jack rolled his eyes. "She's somewhat irreverent..."

"Somewhat," I agreed.

Looking somewhat put upon, Jack turned to Frieda. "Take it off, then. Beth, give us a spin so I can see the full effect, then take yours off, too."

"Jack!" Beth gasped, "That's my DADDY!"

"Beth!" I snapped, exercising the voice of parental authority, "Do as you're told, Young Lady!" I'm not sure where it came from, but I'm sure it was the correct thing; Beth and Vera were both shocked, however.

"I..." Beth looked back and forth between us. Then she slowly did a three-hundred-sixty degree spin for Jack, collected the hem of the nightie and pulled it over her head.

Jack flicked his eyes at Vera, but I was ahead of him. "Vera..."

Vera gave me a look of exasperation, but got up, removed her clothing, and resumed her position against me. I resumed fondling her breast. Jack pulled his girls onto the chair arms -- Frieda seemed much more comfortable with the whole thing than Beth, but my daughter DID get the point, eventually. Jack turned to me and said, "So, what's on television?"

They stayed the night -- and had noisy sex in Beth's room. But then, we did, too, in ours...

What a night! It seemed like I went from one period of stress and fear to the next! First, Jack and Frieda did NOT hit it off -- and THAT sucked, because unlike the usual situation when your lover and your best friend don't get along, we didn't have TIME for it to sort itself out! Only Jack could win -- I was going with him, regardless, and that wouldn't -- couldn't -- change; the question was whether Frieda would just lose, or lose BIG!

Jack isn't much of a liar; he had nothing prepared for Frieda in the way of safe answers to her questions -- and I don't think my efforts helped much. When Jack got up and went off to the bathroom, I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to help Frieda...

I didn't even get a chance to talk to her about it! Suddenly, Troy and Tony were hanging over us, out of nowhere! I have NO IDEA why they came rushing over after all this time, but BANG! There they were -- and they weren't even particularly nice about it! When Jack got back, things spiraled RAPIDLY out of control -- but Jack did some AMAZING things and Troy and Tony were out for the count! Frieda thought it was cool, but I nearly peed my pants!

Jack seemed inclined to stay, but the waitress seemed worried that Troy and Tony might get really stupid, so we left -- and walked RIGHT INTO it in the parking lot! Jack did Troy AGAIN and then put him in Tony's truck; Tony had better sense, I guess. Anyway, they left -- and Jack decided that it was safe, so we went BACK inside, instead of going home so I could recover from the excitement!

Ever since the whole Troy and Tony thing started, there had suddenly been this side thing between Jack and Frieda; it was like Jack heard something I didn't while they were talking -- something personal to Frieda. From what I could tell, Jack was just asking questions about Troy and Tony -- but it seemed like they were on a different wavelength or something; I couldn't figure it out. But based upon one of those questions, Jack settled us in a different spot in the back of the bar -- and Frieda looked guilty about it.

The bartender came over and I was amazed AGAIN! I hadn't seen any gun in the parking lot, but Jack fished some pieces of one out of his pocket and handed them to the bartender, telling him the rest of the thing was outside! OMIGAWD! The whole thing had been even uglier than it looked!

Then Jack fished out the GameBoy that hypnotizes people and handed it to Frieda -- and Frieda went bye bye... That was the first indication that I had that Jack had decided to do anything for Frieda and I was so happy...

Frieda was elsewhere for a couple of minutes -- then suddenly, she was back, tossing the thing on the table, saying, "That's all it does?" I nearly choked on my margarita...

So Jack got down to business -- and as usual between him and Frieda, it didn't start well. I mean, okay, I KNOW I'm a sheep -- but Frieda HAD to remind me how much wiser she was in the ways of the world... She was rude and crude about it, too, as usual -- talking about Jack tying a piece of twine around my neck and leading me around and how under the proper conditions she would be HAPPY to jump on his penis -- but that's just Frieda...

Fortunately, I had a plan; I put my hand on Jack's and asked, "Jack, can I handle this?"

Jack gave me the nod and I reached into my purse and pulled out my 'marriage certificate' and handed it to Frieda, saying, "Read this." Okay, so it's not a marriage certificate -- if anything, it's a bill of sale, showing that I'd sold myself into slavery -- but it was a VERY clear way to get my point across! It got Frieda's attention in about two seconds!

Characteristically, she asked Jack -- rather than me -- whether it was genuine -- and Jack had no idea what I'd given her, which worked in my favor, too, as it helped prove that it was.

After that, it took one question for Frieda to make the leap -- and, being Frieda, she had to make a joke of it... "Could I, like, get a dog collar?"

Jack played along, asking her if she wanted spikes or studs... I sure hope Jack doesn't get tired of me -- I'm too slow to come up with quick, cute remarks. I WAS rather proud of myself over the whole document thing, though...

So Frieda asked, "What am I signing up for, exactly?" and Jack replied, "The standard concubine thing... 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."

That bothered me; I could see Frieda balking. It was kind of harsh. Oddly, Frieda was good with it. Frieda glanced down at the paper. "This was effective last night."

"That's right," Jack agreed.

"When are you leaving?" she asked.

"Saturday."

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

"As soon as you pass the test drive," Jack told her. I was, like, 'Test drive?' Frieda didn't even, blink, though, and Jack moved on... "So we come back to my original question -- what would you do to get off this rock?"

Frieda put on her game face, "Anything. Name it."

"Are you a virgin?" Jack asked.

"Technically -- in one hole. My stepdad and his brother left my pussy alone," Frieda replied. "Probably because I wasn't quite eleven when Mom filed for divorce, and she warned him that if he gave us trouble he would go away for pedophilia."

I was FLOORED! Frieda and I had skirted around this topic some, one time or another, but she just unloaded it on Jack like it was a weather report! Even weirder was the fact that Jack didn't seem to be any too surprised -- something about having had her CAP scores analyzed... Then he said, "I don't want to be seen as an abuser; would you give it to me?"

"You're fine -- we understand each other. You're not trying to tell me you love me and that I ought to be nice to you," Frieda replied in a flat voice. "I'd be happy to fuck you."

Good old Frieda -- if it's rude, crude or socially unacceptable, that's how she'll put it. Frieda would tear up a church picnic -- on purpose!

"It's all right, Sweetie," Frieda told me, patting me on the shoulder. "Jack is handling things just right. He's not being mean -- he's telling me what I need to hear -- straight up, the way I need to hear it." She eyed Jack. "You know a shrink?"

"I know an AI," Jack replied -- whatever THAT means! "I could pass on the test drive, but that would be doing both of us a disservice, wouldn't it?" he asked.

Frieda seemed happy with the idea... "Yeah. You wouldn't know if I was any good, and I would feel like a charity case -- like I hadn't earned it. What do you want? Name it. The cherry is no problem -- I've been wanting to get rid of that for years."

"How's your head?" Jack asked.

"I'm out of practice -- but I'm told it's like riding a bicycle," Frieda replied, her eyes on Jack's.

Stupid me, I thought he was talking about her head! "Get naked and climb up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob," Jack directed, patting the bench on his right. "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to learn how."

"I was like, 'What?' But Frieda was in there pushing, making sure I didn't screw up... "Sweetie, I can walk, but YOU have NO CHOICE! Get moving -- your man gave you an instruction!"

Still, this was kinda out there, you know? It was VERY public! But it was what Jack wanted... Besides, Frieda was almost naked already! I wasn't even ABLE to look toward the bar, but I got out of my clothes and climbed up on the bench just in time for Frieda to announce, "You hit the jackpot here, Sweetie -- this thing is BEAUTIFUL! And a good two inches longer than Uncle Bart's..." Then she just SWALLOWED the thing! And it's HUGE, you know? Just, 'Glurk!' -- and her nose was in his pubic hair! I could tell Jack was shocked, too -- but he was enjoying it! Then she pops up and talks about how her stepdad and her uncle used to require her to be good at it, like it was the most normal thing in the world... Still, when she looked up at me with that smile on her face and said, "Come closer, Sweetie, and let Auntie Frieda teach you all about sucking dicks..." I knew what I was supposed to be doing. Actually, having my head down, either watching Frieda or trying to copy her, was easier to deal with than thinking about everybody watching, so it was easy to throw myself into it.

I remember one break, towards the end of things. The bartender came up and started talking to Jack. Frieda popped up and lit into the guy! "You had probably fifty opportunities, and you blew it, Buster! Now he owns me -- and YOU'RE out of luck! HA HA HA!" she announced sarcastically. That put an end to THAT!

It also put an end to the blowjob, apparently, because Jack lost it real soon after! He held Frieda's head down (which made me glad it wasn't ME down there) telling her to finish him; Frieda didn't seem to have any problem with it. Then she shocked me --twice -- first by wanting to kiss, then by shoving cum in my mouth! It was cool, though; it tasted okay, but seemed to coat my braces. Fun, you know? Naughty. Sort of what I'd expect from Frieda...

The waitress showed up and Jack ordered more drinks -- then she said something and he started riding her for tolerating the kind of thing we were doing. Frieda tried to come to her rescue, but Jack just said that the woman was there because she liked it -- or she wouldn't be there.

Frieda's attitude was like, "Yeah? So?" She asked Jack if she was in and he grinned and said yes. Then they went back and forth over whether she was allowed to ask him to fuck her -- typical Frieda stuff, from a banter point of view.

The waitress came back and she was acting chastened, so Frieda saw an opportunity to mess with her, "Stay a while, Honey. Pull up a chair -- we know you like to watch." This embarrassed the waitress - but she sat.

Jack pulled me to him, which caused me to come up against something he'd put in the seat; I picked it up and put it in my lap. Jack whispered to me, "Don't pull the trigger -- you won't like the result." I hadn't realized that the thing was a weapon; it looked sorta like, well, brass knuckles -- but a trigger? Jack just grinned and played with my right nipple.

Meanwhile, Frieda was questioning the waitress; evidently, she was married, but the guy was a scumbag, and she had a couple of kids. She was older and black. After a couple of innocuous questions, Frieda unloaded on her, "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?"

Okay, I can't do it, and I get to be Frieda's practice dummy a lot -- but I DO like watching the result when Frieda gets one in! She did this time; the black woman took it like a slap in the face! Then, oddly, she answered Frieda, saying, "Depends. He likes white chicks better -- and the other waitress is white. Still, she isn't on and you've probably stirred him up -- I'll probably have to give him a blowjob, anyway, tonight. Otherwise? Every couple of weeks. Longer than that if Troy and Tony drum up anything. Like I said, he prefers white chicks."

I was surprised, but Frieda kept probing -- and it turned out that the waitress -- Tara -- apparently didn't mind all that much...

Frieda was recruiting, apparently. "You like chocolate, Jack?"

Jack hesitated and said he didn't know; I think Frieda surprised him. Frieda went back to baiting poor Tara until she said something that frightened her off, then she started quizzing Jack about how many women he could handle. Jack shut her down and settled back to watch while Frieda and I did things to tease the customers. It was humiliating and embarrassing, but there was a power trip to it, too, so it was exciting and arousing! I got wet and drippy watching hot male eyes track my poor floppy boobies; why anyone would want to wasn't clear, but they were doing it... After a bit, Jack announced that it was time to go, so we went and got dressed and headed out.

Once in the car, Jack asked if there was any reason to go to my house. I thought Daddy might want to talk to him, so we went back to the store and collected our cars and convoyed home...