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 NEIGHBORS 7

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   Author's Notes: NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series.  Book
Two deals with the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40-something
couple into the bisexual, anything goes, Gold Club.  After a few short
weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and Candice willing
commit heretofore-unthinkable sexual acts.  (MF, M+F, M+F+, Mf, MM, FF,
MmF, oral, anal, exhib, interr, ws, mast, inc, preg, cons)

   NEIGHBORS By Art Martin CHAPTER 7

   SATURDAY - WEEK ONE

   Next morning I slept late.  When I awoke I felt much better.  What was
done was done.  I only hoped the desperate strategy would work.  With a
clear mind and no distractions I plowed through the Sea Coast deal and
decided it had merit.  I wrote up my recommendation to my investors and
e-mailed it by 1:00 PM.  With that done, I had to find something to do.  My
ass was no longer so sore and my dick had healed sufficiently that I could
be back in operation by tomorrow.

   I thought about Sandita, the girl I was with two weeks ago.  She had
given me her telephone number and told me to call her next time I was in
town.  She was a pretty Latino girl, about 5'8" with a very nice body.  Her
brown skin, dark nipples, dark hair and dark eyes sharply differed with
Candice's Scandinavian features.  Sandita said we could skip the titty bar
scene and just get right down to business.  I knew I was in the clear with
all my previous whores.  She was the only one who could have given me an
infection and it was going to be a couple of weeks before I knew for sure.
If she was clean, then there was no problem.  If she wasn't clean, then
it's too late to do anything about it anyway.  It just wouldn't matter if I
slept with her or not, I reasoned.  I decided to give her a call.

   A man answered.  "Buenos dias!"

   "May I speak to Sandita?"

   He called for her in Spainish.  "Sandita!  Telefono!"

   "Si?"

   "Sandita?  This is Jim Levert."

   "Qui,n?"

   "Jim Levert.  We spent the an evening together about two weeks ago and
you gave me your phone number and you told me to call you when I was in
town again."

   "Oh, si!  How are you Jimmy?"

   "Fine.  I know you have to work tonight, but if you're off Sunday and
maybe Monday, I was thinking we could get a condo down in Galveston and
walk the beach, party, play house, whatever."

   "Si!  Monday I work, but I takeoff Sunday.  Sounds like fun!  You know I
can make $200 a night at the club."

   "I'll make it worth while.  Sunday night, $200."

   "Si!  That's good!  I take off night and get paid too!"

   "Yeah, you get paid.  I'll see you at the club tonight.  I'll have some
dances with the other girls, but at closing we go to Galveston."

   "That's two nights!"

   "I'll pick you up at the club at closing Saturday night and bring you
back Monday in time for work."

   "That's two nights, Jimmy, $400."

   "Okay, $400."

   "I bring my bag!"

   "See you tonight, Baby!"

   I gathered up my things and checked out of the hotel.  It was well after
checkout time, but they weren't about to piss off a steady customer and I
avoided paying for another day.

   I headed towards the Gulf Freeway in my rental Cadillac, stopping at an
adult toy store on the way.  I picked up an assortment of condoms,
including a large selection of French ticklers, some lubricant, and a
vibrator.  I called ahead to a leasing outfit and found a fairly remote
condo on the beach south of Galveston.  I drove on down, picked up the
keys, beer, wine, suntan lotion, beach towels and snacks, plus a few cans
of whipped cream.

   The beach house was well south of Galveston, and was one of an isolated
group of ten units.  It was after Labor Day and the season was over. 
Curiously, there was a line of traffic cones across the drive, as if
blocking it off, forcing me to maneuver around them.  The beach houses all
appeared vacant except for one, and I wasn't so sure about that.  Out in
front was a white pickup, the type with large toolboxes along the sides. 
Perhaps it belonged to some sort of worker.

   I took in the supplies and looked out onto the breakers of the Gulf of
Mexico.  There was a couple lying on the beach.  As I studied them I
realized that they were naked.  I guess they thought they were alone and I
wasn't about to spoil their day.  I took a beer and sat by the window,
watching nature.  I was soon rewarded with my front row seat, as the couple
started screwing.  They put on quite a show in the late afternoon sun.  I
wanted to jack off, but decided I didn't need to rub my dick raw again.  It
was late and the couple got up, gathered their things, and started walking
back when they noticed my car.  They saw me in the window.  I waved and
they scrambled inside.

   I decided I could take a walk now.  I changed into my now favorite black
brief swimsuit and headed out the door.  I thought the couple may be
watching for me, and to relieve their embarrassment, I peeled off the suit
and walked the beach nude with it in my hand.  I'd never done anything like
this before, parading around naked, except in the privacy of my own home.
It felt great with the sea breeze blowing on my balls!  The fact that I was
being watched was somewhat erotic.  I only had thirty minutes of daylight
and soon it was nearly dark.  Just as I got back to my unit, a girl's voice
rang out.

   "Hi!"

   She was standing at the door of her condo and walked towards me.  She
was dressed now in light green bikini pants and a white T-shirt cut off at
midriff.  Her nipples showed through the fabric.  She was in her
mid-twenties about 5'6" with short auburn hair, green eyes and a generous
crop of freckles.  Her ears were pierced several times each and she sported
a belly ring.  I found her toe rings very sexy.

   "Sorry I surprised you earlier," I offered.  "I didn't mean to embarrass
you."

   She giggled.  "It was a shock.  Josh and I thought we were the only ones
here." She checked me over.  I had to struggle to keep cool and not be so
crass as to get a hard on.

   I explained, "I got in late.  You put up the traffic cones?"

   "Josh did.  Didn't think anyone else was going to be here and we wanted
to discourage sightseers.  Are you here alone?"

   "At the moment, yes.  But I'm driving into Houston to pick up my girl
friend tonight."

   "How long are you staying?"

   "Until Monday or Tuesday, I guess."

   "We're staying until Tuesday." She smiled and added, "Well if no one
else shows up around here, come join Josh and I on the beach tomorrow."

   "Just might do that!  I'm Jim."

   She offered her hand.  "Karen."

   "Pleasure to meet you, Karen."

   About that time Josh came out and joined us.  He now had swim trunks on.
He was a little shorter than his girlfriend, and had a dark complexion, a
black mustache and black hair.  I thought he might be Hispanic.  He too
appeared to be in his mid-twenties, and like many his age; he sported a
tattoo on both arms, some sort of vine around on one arm and a sunburst on
the deltoid of the other.  He also had multiple-pierced body parts, ears,
tongue, eyebrow, and one nipple.

   "Hey Josh, this is Jim.  Him and his girlfriend will be staying until
Monday or Tuesday!"

   "Great!  We'll enjoy the company.  Josh Broussard." He was a Cajun.

   I shook his hand, "Jim Levert." At six foot even and a very lean 195
pounds, I towered over him.

   I invited them in, got a round of beers, and a bar of cheese with
crackers for an appetizer.  Seeing that they were being modest, I slipped
my suit on.  We chatted for a while and it became obvious that despite my
home problems, this was going to be a really fun weekend after all.  It was
just what I needed to take my mind off Candice and what Mike was doing with
her.

   I found out that they had been living together for the past two years
and were thinking about maybe getting married next year.  They were
dabbling in nudism, having gone to a clothes optional resort near Cancun
this past spring.  They lived near Port Arthur, where Josh worked for a
refinery and Karen was a waitress.  I noticed that though neither were much
overweight, they both lacked good muscle tone, and it appeared to me that
in a few short years, they would both probably look like hell.  Not
surprisingly, Josh was a bit coarse.

   When Josh finished his beer, he looked at me and raised the empty
bottle. I was nearly finished with mine and I was not about to be impolite.
I nodded and said, "Sure!"

   He said, "Cher!  Bring us a beer!"

   Karen stood up and walked over to the refrigerator.  That's when I
noticed the bikini bottoms were a thong style, and showed off her ass
without anything being left to the imagination.  As she walked away,
displaying the ripe full moons of her buttocks, Josh grinned and gave me a
thumbs up.  Apparently, he was proud to have his girl show off her ass to a
total stranger.

   When she returned I decided to be bold, "Nice ass!"

   She turned around to give me another look.  "Thanks!  You have a nice
ass too!"

   Josh crassly added with a laugh, "She likes your dick too!"

   "Josh!  Do you have to be so vulgar?"

   They really weren't the sort of couple Candice and I would normally
socialize with, but what the fuck?  They were available and had
possibilities.  I complimented her on the butterfly tattoo on her right
ankle and then she pulled up the T-shirt to show me the rose tattooed on
her left breast.  Pink areolas.  Oh yeah!  This was going to be an
interesting weekend!  But just as I thought I might be getting some nookie,
Josh killed the party.

   "Come on, Karen, we gotta go!"

   "Okay, Josh.  We'll see you on the beach tomorrow!"

   "I hope to see all of you!"

   She giggled and added, "If no one else shows up, you will!  Goodnight!"
They headed back to their condo.

   It was 9 o'clock.  It would take me one and a half hours to drive to the
club and I really didn't need to be there until just before the 2 AM
closing time.  I decided to take nap before leaving at 11:30, which should
allow me an hour or so at the club to feel up a couple of girls.  I
overslept and didn't get going until almost midnight.  Plenty of time to
get there, but little time for warm up entertainment.

   I got to the club less than thirty minutes before closing, and I looked
around for about five minutes before I found Sandita in a booth, gyrating
topless on the lap of some black guy.  I watched amused as she kept pushing
his hands away.  Last time I was with her, she told me that the black guys
were lousy tippers, and she only gave them what they paid for, nothing
extra, a strictly legal dance.

   I stopped a girl with big tits walking by, slipped her a twenty and
asked her to go tell Sandita that Jim was here.  Sandita quickly left the
black guy as soon as the music stopped and came bounding to the table where
I had I sat down out, not bothering to cover herself with her pull over
dress.

   "Jimmy!  Jimmy!  Where you been?  I thought you weren't to show up!"

   I took in her sumptuous body.  She had a pretty face, great legs, a fit
and firm 38-26-38.  She was a fine looking Tejano slut.  I sheepishly
offered, "Took a little nap and overslept."

   "I'm so glad you're here!  Es almost closing time.  Can I stay here with
you, till closing?"

   "Sure, Baby!"

   About that time the big titted girl sat down by my other side.  "Hi,
Jim! I'm Josey.  How about a double?"

   "Josey, Jim es taking me to the beach for a few days!"

   "How fun!  Next time can I come too?"

   "Maybe, Baby, maybe," I answered.

   Sandita signaled a waitress.  "You want a beer or something?"

   "Yeah, sure."

   "Can Josey and I have something too?  I'm so thirsty!"

   "Sure Baby, whatever you want."

   Sandita placed the drink order.  "Bring a beer, be sure it's cold, and
two glasses of white wine."

   Josey pressed her case, "Thanks, Jim, now how about a double dance?"

   "Sure, if you let me suck your tits."

   She answered by taking off her dress.  I peeled off two twenties, one
for each girl.  The music started and they were both all over me and I was
all over them, feeling their tits, their ass, their pussies, getting pelted
in the head by flying boobies and sucking on a tit whenever I could catch
one in my mouth.  The music was too short, but hell, it was fun!  I'm sure
the black guy felt discriminated against, as he began protesting to a
waitress, and then he left the club making a commotion as he left.

   The drinks came.  I only had time to drink half a beer before the lights
came on full and everyone was told to leave, which was fine by me.  The
girls slipped on their dresses.  Josey gave my dick a several squeezes and
said goodbye, while Sandita went to the back to get her bag.

   As we drove towards Galveston, I reflected that it cost me close to
ninety bucks during less than thirty minutes that I was in the club.  Three
dollars a minute plus!  A new per minute record!  Man, you could go through
some money in that joint and still have to go home and jack off!  I almost
felt sorry for that black guy.

   "Nice car you have!  I love Cadillac!  I'm so glad you called Jimmy!  I
need a couple of days off.  You know, dancing es hard work!"

   "Fucking's hard work too, baby!  By the time I drop you off on Monday
afternoon, I plan on you being very tired."

   "No, Jim.  Fucking es not hard work, fucking es fun!"

   "Then let's have lots of fun!"

   "Si!  Lots and lots of fun!"

   "I found us a place about twenty miles south of Galveston.  The place is
deserted except for a young couple who might like to party with us."

   "Four hundred dollars for you and me!  Extra if there are more."

   "Extra!  You might get an extra dick, and I might get some extra pussy!
I don't know what they will want to do.  No guarantees!"

   "No, extra if there are more."

   "Okay, look.  I don't know if they will join us or not.  We'll just have
to see how it plays out.  If they don't join us, fine.  If they do, that's
fine too.  How about we make it $450 no matter what happens?"

   "Five hundred!"

   "Okay, okay, five hundred.  Anything goes and you put out nonstop!!"

   "Okay, anything goes!  Nonstop fucking!  We have lots of fun!"

   "Good.  Now I told them you were my girl friend."

   "I am your girl friend!"

   "Yes, you are, Sandita.  By the way, what's your last name?"

   "Sanchez."

   "Sandita Sanchez.  I like the way that sounds."

   We arrived at the condo a little past 4:00 AM.  We got down to screwing
immediately and we screwed until dawn.  She was very appreciative of the
effect that the French tickler had on her, as she was used to just being
used by a "date" without regards to her pleasure or lack of pleasure.  Just
after dawn, as the sun rose over the Gulf, we dozed off.

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