Chapter 31

Clearly, I don't get it. I listened as Jack told Frieda to offer the bartender a blowjob, and you'd have thought she was getting a popsicle or something. Peanuts from the bar, maybe. There wasn't any uproar over it; she didn't get upset that he would just hand her off to some old bald guy on a whim; he'd merely given her something to do and she was off to do it, just like that...

The jukebox started up and one of the two guys Jack had talked to wandered over. "Can I borrow one of your women?"

"Go ahead," Jack waved grandly. "I'm overstocked. I can only dance with so many." I nerved myself to get up and go with him -- but he took Maureen, instead! I sat there, blinking -- did I have 'uptight bitch' written on my forehead in lipstick? Maureen looked surprised, too, but she got up and went off with him. Jack took Beth out, leaving me sitting with Tara, who had taken Frieda's seat. I watched my sisters dance; Beth cuddled up to Jack and smiled and they didn't do much but cling to one another and rock -- but I could tell she was happy, and that Jack was fond of her just by the looks on their faces. It was a side of Jack I hadn't seen; it seemed like he'd been so busy directing things since I'd met him that he hadn't really expressed any affection for anyone. The look on his face as he held my sister to him, though, spoke volumes -- that and the little touches and hugs and caresses. Beth is a head shorter than Jack is; he made do by kissing her on the top of the head. He had a hand up under her blouse, rubbing her back, and a hand on her ass, squeezing, the whole song -- and Beth loved it, I could tell. He wasn't groping her, really -- it was more a possession thing. He was saying 'this is mine' and she was agreeing with him.

Frieda came back; Tara moved to Maureen's vacant seat. As Frieda set out the drinks, I asked, "Is Jack like that with all of you?"

Frieda mustered a wistful smile. "You don't know, do you? I'm here because Beth batted her eyes at Jack and said, 'Pretty please?' Tara's here because she always wanted to do the total slave thing -- and because of her kids; maybe mostly because of her kids. Keisha is with us because of Tara's kids -- Hell, Jack hasn't fucked her yet! She's also around because she's a natural mother. But Beth? Beth was love at first sight! I know -- I was there!"

I was amazed! "Beth?"

"Beth." Frieda nodded. "They met at the grocery store, at my checkout. He got a drop shot down her tank top and went ga-ga! She bent over to get something in front of him and he almost started rubbing her ass, right there! He asked her for a date and she got all chicken and flubbed it, but I put them back on track..." She shook her head, remembering. "He picked her up from work and they were fucking like bunnies before the night was over! By the next morning, they were a done deal!"

"When was this?" I asked.

Frieda grinned from ear to ear. "Monday."

"What?" I gasped. "You're shitting me, right?"

"Nope." Frieda shook her head. "I met Jack officially Tuesday. Tara met him then, but she didn't get picked up until last night -- same with Keisha."

"So it's been, what, three or four days?" I gasped.

Frieda shrugged. "If this was a pickup, we'd have had, like twenty minutes, you know? Jack knows his shit -- he's already got two concubines in the colonies. This time, he's looking for different stuff -- mothers and stuff. I guess he learned his lesson with the first batch."

I couldn't get over this -- Beth, hooking up with a guy, like, overnight -- and becoming a concubine! My dumpy big sister with the braces and the lisp! She was up there, dancing... So was Maureen -- and the guy was running his hand under her top, rubbing her back... I have to admit, I was suddenly jealous...

The other guy came over just as the song was ending. He was harder, harsher, not as polite as the other guy. "So, you wanna dance?" he asked. I could be an idiot, or I could get up to dance; I got up. The song ended, but he just held my wrist. "Don't worry about it -- I fed the box." I wasn't going anywhere -- he was holding my wrist and wasn't planning on letting go. We didn't talk about it, either; he didn't threaten me or anything -- it was just out there, clear. "What's your name, Honey?"

"Judith."

"Well, Judy, I'm Troy -- and that's Tony." Troy waved at his partner.

"That's Judith," I corrected him.

Troy didn't accept correction at all -- gracefully, or otherwise. "Nobody calls you Judy?" I shook my head. "I'll start the trend, then."

And that was the end of it. The next song started and he pulled me into his embrace and held me at the waist -- his hands on bare skin under my top -- and ground himself against me. I found myself with my arms on his biceps or around his neck while he maneuvered us to and fro, our crotches melded together. At some point, he looked down my tank top and my cleavage and said, "Those are nice..."

It was rude -- but it was a compliment. It took me a moment to decide what was more important, then I mumbled, "Thanks."

I really hadn't noticed before how close dancing is to sex. Troy made that clear at the outset. When I danced with Troy, it was 'dirty dancing' -- and the same was true of Tony, for that matter. They just didn't allow for anything else -- and I discovered that I really didn't care...

We danced to three songs, then Troy took me to a table along the back wall. Tony had Maureen there and they were sipping drinks, having come off the floor one dance back. Jack and Beth were still out there, ignoring us, it seemed like. "What do you want to drink?" Troy asked. I ordered a rum and coke and he went off to get it -- but Tony said, "This is a good song," and the next thing I knew I was back on the floor.

Tony was the charmer. He would make a move, and if you noticed, he would cajole you and give you the 'Come on, you know you want to,' line. If you got firm with him, like I did the first time he slid his hand under the waistband of my skirt and palmed my bare ass, he would shrug and I would find myself seated at the table before the song ended -- after which Troy would haul me out for the very next song.

Troy invariably went straight for whatever Tony had hit as a roadblock -- and he gave no ground. When he dragged me onto the floor after Tony dropped me over the hand on my ass thing, he went right after it. When I protested, he said, "So you give it to Tony?" When I sputtered that I hadn't, he stuck his hand under my skirt and grabbed a butt cheek anyway and said, "Who are you trying to kid, here, anyway?" And when I tried to reach back to extract his hand, he spun me on the floor and when he finished, my back was to him and his hand was on my left breast under my blouse! It was 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' -- any time I bucked Troy, he upped the ante! I finished that dance set with BOTH of Troy's hands making lumps under my skirt, kneading my cheeks, and thankful I wasn't topless! We did three as usual, and they let me sit one out and suck down an entire rum and coke before Tony hauled me up again. Tony usually did two -- while Troy and Maureen talked, apparently -- and then he would let me slide for one or hand me off to Troy. Then he would sit one out and pull Maureen onto the floor for one and when Troy finished his three, Tony was rested...

But I wasn't! Every time I sat, I had to pant and gasp and suck down a rum and coke to get some liquid in me -- and if I begged off Tony, he would take Maureen out and Troy would take me out the very next song for three again!

I got hot, my legs got rubbery, and rum and cokes were flooding my system with alcohol; I had to lean on them and let them balance me and hold me up. That led to lips on my neck and hands just about everywhere -- and I wasn't complaining because I was aroused and becoming languid from exhaustion. "Hot, are you?" Troy asked. "Just do that thing you girls do where you tie a knot in your top and make it a midriff." When I opened my mouth to protest, he rolled his eyes and said, "Just do it," -- and I knew if I didn't, he would find a way to make me wish I had, so I did it... The next time he took me out, I got dizzy and asked for a non-alcoholic beverage -- and got one, I think, but I was far gone already.

Maureen announced that it was bathroom time; the guys seemed to understand the convention, because they let me go, too. "How are you holding up?" she asked.

"They're holding me up, at this point," I panted. "And they're octopi. Both of them have eight arms, I swear!"

"Tony seems nice," she opined.

"Yeah..." I replied weakly. Tony was giving Maureen something just short of equal time, it seemed to me -- and she wasn't fussing about it. But Troy wasn't giving her anything I could see -- and that meant I was getting about three times the attention...

When we got back, Troy got up and slid me in between him and Tony on the bench along the wall -- and Maureen settled on the other side of Tony. Troy pulled me against him and slid his hand up under my top to cup a breast and I grabbed his hand. "Settle down," he rasped. "Your sister isn't bitching. How come you've got to be so uptight all the time? No wonder your old man isn't paying you any attention!" I leaned up and looked across Tony to Maureen -- and Tony had his hand in her top! And she was all relaxed about it... "Jack isn't my old man," I muttered, settling back.

"I meant this guy," Troy replied and picked up the table centerpiece and slid some paper out from under it. He parked them on the table in front of me and shoved his hand back up under my top. "Your sister says things aren't too good at home..."

I picked up the papers -- they were pictures, printed two to a page on standard paper. They wouldn't have won any awards, but they were clear enough... clear enough to recognize Dan -- and that blonde -- in a clinch in an elevator!

Every page got worse. I was shaking like a leaf when I got to the bottom of the stack. Thinking you knew something was different than being pretty sure -- but seeing it in living color with a time stamp of earlier this evening trumped everything! Troy pulled me against him and I had two choices -- scream and fight, or settle back -- and I went limp, the pictures trickling out of my hand and onto the floor while Troy mauled both of my breasts and murmured, "Seems like he likes his women hot and spicy -- do you do hot and spicy, Judy? I think you need to learn..."

Dan and I were done, no matter what. Tomorrow, I would kneel up to some man -- even if it was Daddy! And if no one wanted me, I would come back here... Against the backdrop of my pain, I heard him say, "I bet that one lets him play with her titties..." I needed no proof of THAT! I placed my hands over his, holding his in place while her squeezed them and milked my nipples.

We did that for a dance, then Tony hauled me onto the floor -- and I let him take me where he would and do with me as he pleased. Emotionally, I was numb, a zombie, the knowledge that my old life was truly gone robbing me of any will. But physically, I was aroused; I'd been pinched and tickled and rubbed and fondled and molded and patted and caressed for hours and I was a bundle of nerve endings looking for titillation...

Tony took my lips, then invaded my mouth and attacked my tongue with his -- and I reacted instinctively, returning his efforts. By the end of the second dance, we were dry-humping standing up on the dance floor; my mind, blank, let my body do what it wanted, and it wanted pleasure!

Tony led me back to the bench; Maureen was gone, back at Jack's table. We continued to kiss and grope each other hotly; I felt a little guilt, distantly, that I was stealing Maureen's man -- even though I knew I wasn't. Then he was trying to pull my top over my head and I started feebly contesting it whimpering weakly. We were in a bar, for God's sake! Had we been somewhere private -- ANYWHERE private -- I wouldn't have fought... "Come on, Babe," Tony murmured, "You need to loosen up! Isn't this how things went wrong?" But he stopped -- not that it mattered, since my top was up around my neck and the air conditioning was blowing across my rock-hard nipples!

I was draped along the bench and Tony continued to milk my stiff points and cup and squeeze my breasts while sucking my tongue and he ran a hand up my leg under my skirt, caressing, and my toes pointed and I raised a knee as fingers slid over my labia, rubbing my hooded hot button... Something about that bothered me -- not the sensations, which were wonderful, but something else, and Troy's voice said, "That's it... Spread your legs so I can tickle your pussy..."

I struggled weakly and broke free of Tony's lips to look down along my body -- and Troy was there, his hand under my rucked-up skirt! "Noooo..." I whined quietly -- and Troy got that look on his face and said, "There you go again! When are you going to learn to relax and let your slutty side have its day in the sun? Now cut the shit and go back to what you were doing..." His arms were between my legs; I couldn't close them. He looked me in the eye and flipped up my skirt and I watched, breathless, as his hand went back to work in my wet slit. Then Tony leaned down and kissed me again and I surrendered for a while.

The next time I surfaced, Troy's face was buried in my crotch and I was holding Tony's erect cock in my right hand, jacking it gently, my hand loving the flesh sheathed steel feel of it. I looked around; we were still in the bar. Looking around, I could see several people watching with expressions ranging from disinterested to carnivorous -- but Tony, hot-eyed, hissed, "Suck it!" and backed out from under me, leaving me flat on the bench with my knees up and Troy's tongue drubbing my clitoris. I turned my head and Tony picked it up and manhandled my mouth over his cock and I tightened my lips around it and let him pump me back and forth, rolling up on one shoulder but not disturbing Troy... Sometime later, Tony's cock muffled my scream of joy when Troy bit down gently on my over-stimulated clitoris, triggering an orgasm. While I lay boneless in the aftermath, Troy pressed my knees to my shoulders and crawled up and I watched with one eye as he tore his way out of his pants, one handed, knowing what came next and not caring at all...

It was as if I'd never had sex before! Troy wasn't gentle; he entered me like he did everything else -- with authority. Once he was set, he started driving his cock into me and bashing my pubic bone with his as he bottomed out. I was coming down off an orgasm and blindly hoping for another and it was... perfect! Just perfect! I never seriously dropped off the plateau! Tony distracted me for a moment as he went nuts and poked my throat and filled my mouth with his flood -- and I remembered that it was the nectar of the gods and smiled and swallowed. Then I was able to turn my entire attention to Troy and it was like someone had turned up the volume!

"Grab your knees!" he grunted, and when I did, he went after my nipples -- and lightning streaked here and there and energized the fire he'd already lit in my core and I realized that I had a BIG one coming... coming... Tony covered my mouth to stifle the scream as lightning flashed and thunder roared and I rocked, senseless, under it all...

I couldn't hold my knees, so Troy rocked forward over me and grabbed my shoulders and did some kind of strange maneuver that got his legs shifted around and the next thing I knew I was on top and Troy was driving up from below. I looked around, but it was too late to get excited about it -- I was naked on a bench, fucking!

I wasn't the only one. Jack had Beth bent over a chair back and was just entering her as I looked over. The look on Beth's face as he slid home in her was indescribable; I knew SHE didn't care that we were doing this in a bar! Frieda was knelt up in front of a bald guy wearing an apron -- I recognized the bartender. Tara was on the pool table, her head hanging over; some guy was shoving his cock in her mouth, fucking her face! I had this perfect view of his ass cheeks flexing and his heavy balls swinging back and forth and every once in a while one or the other of her eyes, dependent upon which direction his testicles were swinging. Some redneck was pulling off his work boots, mumbling that he'd always wanted a piece of black... As I watched, he climbed up on the table and I could see him settling in between Tara's legs over the shoulder of the guy fucking her face.

Somebody was missing... I thought for a bit, but my head was fuzzy, even though my eyes worked perfectly. Then a familiar voice said, "Tony?" behind me, and a hand that had been playing with my butt withdrew and Tony's voice said, "Huh? Oh. Okay. Get naked, Babe..."

Below me, Troy's face took on a scowl and he turned his head, cranking it around to look toward the bar. "Harley!" he yelled, "Can you get hard? Come over here and open up this little bitch's ass for me, willya?" Troy wrapped his arms around me so I couldn't back away and kept pumping, looking me in the eye and rasping, "Don't whine. You can quit pretending that you're as pure as the driven snow, because everybody knows you're a slut. Now do old Harley a favor and suck him hard so he can drill you chubby little ass and quit worrying about it." I didn't argue; I didn't have the will for it.

Harley was sixty, I think, with a short, fat penis covered by a wrinkled foreskin. It was going to hurt my ass -- and it didn't matter. It was a little raunchy tasting starting out -- and that didn't matter, either. Troy was doing a fine job of distancing me from anything but his piston boring out my womanhood. It took me a couple of minutes -- and I stopped once for an orgasm -- but Harley firmed up to a decent length and a vaguely worrisome girth. Someone said, "Here, poke her ass with this stick of butter," and Frieda stepped into sight, grinning. She looked off to her right, behind me, as Harley forced the butter against my ass -- but I was distracted by a familiar voice yelling, "Oh! OH! OH, TONY!" and managed to ride it out while Harley wore down the corners of the stick by rubbing my anus with it.

"Shit," he groused, and I wondered vaguely what the problem was until Frieda said, "Gimme that and go get her to fluff you back up."

I was probably better off with Frieda greasing me up, anyway. She was gentle but thorough and I threw another orgasm from Troy's pounding and Frieda's fingering. Then Harley was ready again -- and it hurt, but nowhere near as bad as anticipated -- and then it got good -- and then it got REALLY good -- and then I screamed like a banshee when Harley started pumping goo into my rectum, setting off a real A-bomb of an orgasm and triggering Troy's eruption in my vagina!

After that, I was done. I was too pooped to pop! Troy crawled out from under me, grumbling about fat bitches, and I drifted off for a minute or two. When I woke up again, Frieda was standing there, grinning down at me. "Let's get you back in your clothes," she said, "It's time to go home." I sat up and looked to my left; Tony was stretched out atop Maureen and they were kissing -- still connected. The sounds were telling; I had known that they were there, but I hadn't seen anything because I was facing the other way. Now, there was no question -- all three of the Hopkins sisters had gotten sexed -- even the one who WASN'T going to be a concubine! I watched, more or less fascinated, as Tony's penis, now lank and slowly shrinking, popped out of Maureen's vagina and a gooey flood of cum trickled out behind it. Frieda handed me my tank top and skirt and I climbed into them, sore in places I'd never been sore before.

I'm not sure when it turned into an orgy, exactly -- Frieda blowing Jock might have triggered it. We were all pretty worked up from watching Troy and Tony work Judith over. Maureen, who had been getting bits and pieces of Tony's attention, was seriously worked up.

Tara was, too. She looked over at me and asked, "Master? Are we comin' back here?"

"No, we're gone tomorrow," I told her. "That's certain."

"I'd like to, uhh, say goodbye to some of the boys..."

Okay, I knew what she wanted; I even knew how she wanted it! "Go get up on the pool table," I directed. "Hang your head over. I'm going to declare open season; you make whoever comes to visit happy, understand?"

"Yes, Master!" Tara's eyes glowed. She headed for the pool table. I got up and headed over to the bar where the rest of the audience was seated, wondering when ten p.m. had come and gone. The good news was that the restaurant was empty, so now that things were getting hot and heavy there was no one present but bar patrons.

Bellying up to the bar, I made the announcement: "Tara wants to say goodbye. If you ever wanted a piece of her, now's your chance -- she won't be back!"

Some guy looked at me and asked, "No shit?" I waved at the pool table; Tara was on her back, naked. "Fuuuuck!" He got up off his stool and headed for the table. Someone else hopped down behind him, yelling, "Hey, I want her mouth!" In no time, she was taking it at both ends, just like Judith. I went back to the table and pulled Beth out of her chair and bent her over it. Beth was all cooperation as I sank into her to the root and started pumping slowly while watching the goings-on.

Maureen sat fidgeting, "Dammit!"

I eyed her. "What?"

"I like Tony..."

"Go get you some," I replied. "You're a big girl -- and you've got plenty of company." Tony was just backing out of Judith's mouth; from the look on Maureen's face, I hoped he was capable of a quick turnaround. When Troy heaved himself over on to his back, taking Judith with him and Tony started playing with her ass, I was torn; I wanted that ass poked -- but Maureen was rocking back and forth, clearly wildly aroused by all the sex going on around her. She didn't let me interfere; seeing Tony's erection, she headed off to steal it from her sister. She was direct about it, too -- she went right up to Tony and started jacking his cock! Tony took the hint and spread Maureen on the bench behind her sister and plugged into her without a whole lot of ceremony.

I wondered if I had to unplug from Beth and do the dirty deed, but Troy handled the substitution by yelling for some old guy named Harley. I worried a little about Harley, looking at him -- he didn't look like he was up to it -- but it gave Judith cock-sucking practice, and I would settle for that if I had to.

Frieda hopped up and headed for the kitchen, returning with a stick of butter for Judith's ass; I reflected that Frieda was a great little organizer. After some byplay that indicated that Harley couldn't stay hard while farting around with a stick of butter, Frieda even took over lubing Judith's ass while Judith re-inflated Harley's cock with her mouth. On the second attempt, Harley got himself successfully inserted in Judith's ass and at that point, he got pretty spry; Frieda hung around and played with his balls a bit, but it wasn't needed, apparently. With everybody handled, I settled in to give Beth what she deserved.

It was a treat. Dottie and Tina were... dutiful... and they liked cock -- mine in particular -- but Beth was ecstatic any time I was plugged in. She seemed to glow and her ass danced and she made it VERY clear that there was no place she would rather be than hanging off my dick! It was just a different attitude... I don't know where a virgin learns to work a pussy like that, either; maybe we just fit together perfectly or something. No, there was more to it than that, I'm sure -- she would just milk me, pulsing and squeezing --PARTICULARLY during an orgasm! This time, once I stopped taking in distractions, we got going and I couldn't have torn myself away if someone had brandished a knife and started cutting throats! I lit off like some kind of heavy gun, feeling the recoil as I put flechette rounds of semen down range in her hot, wet pussy, looking for full coverage of the target and a bulls-eye on the center of her cervix if I could get it. As I absently rubbed her back while I settled back to dry-firing, I wondered if I'd hit the target sometime since Monday night and she was pregnant already. It wasn't for any lack of trying on either of our parts...

Somewhere in there, Judith screamed bloody murder and I looked over to see her howling and Harley OBVIOUSLY getting a huge nut, his face a rictus -- and Troy similarly in the throes of orgasm below Judith. Clearly, she'd hit the big time...

I kissed Beth on the back of the neck and said, "If you're going to the Ladies Room, do it now, this thing is winding down."

Frieda grinned at me. "You throw quite a party, Master!"

I chuckled. "I had help! See if you can get the troops moving -- we've got a big day tomorrow..."

I got into my pants and wandered over to Troy, who was similarly occupied. "Are we tight?"

"Yeah..." He eyed his running partner, mildly irritated. "I'm a little pissed at Tony, though."

"He was preoccupied," I said charitably, "and Maureen needed to have her pussy oiled, too, apparently. Besides, Harley apparently did a bang-up job, once he got going."

"Yeah." Troy chucked. "When it came right down to it, Judy didn't care, either, did she?"

"No, she didn't," I agreed. "No, she didn't."

"Sluts." Troy snorted and chuckled and headed off to the bar to get a beer.

Maureen wriggled into her borrowed tank top as I passed by. "I don't want Troy -- he has a bad attitude -- but..."

I shrugged. "There are other fish in the sea, but if you limit yourself to recommending that Tony stop by tomorrow -- without Troy, and without going into what's going on there -- he can make up his own mind whether you're important or not. Tell him it's a special event and you've been invited and you're inviting him, if he'd like to come..." I'd seen women get instantly hung up on a guy after sex before -- and it usually wasn't returned. Usually, the woman was looking to mate, and the guy was looking to unload his balls. Given what had gone on tonight and Tony's reputation, I didn't hold out much hope for Maureen -- but it was her life...

Tara was the last girl up; she looked like a bukkake babe, her face and body covered in cum shots. Jock was bitching about the pool table cover, but I couldn't have cared less. It took Beth and Frieda both to get her to the Ladies Room for cleanup, but she was radiant -- she'd been used, HARD, just the way she'd always wanted. She couldn't even talk and her lips were swollen from taking it in the face and throat. As we backed out of there, she managed to croak, "Bye, boys!" and wave, smiling.

The house was quiet when we got back; apparently Oliver had had a quiet evening... We all headed for bed in the den as planned, no one really vying for position since everyone had gotten sex of some type. I had Beth set her alarm for seven and hoped that was good enough.