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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 20

   THURSDAY - WEEK THREE



   Next morning, things hadn't improved on the rig.  We were still stuck,
and had gone from Plan A, to Plan B, and now we were on Plan C.  I asked
for an update around 5 PM or if and when they got free.

   I sat down with my laptop and prepared an e-mail advisory to my
investors, informing them of the drilling problem.  I didn't mention that
our main objective appeared to be depleted.  No sense in giving them too
much bad news, especially when the degree of depletion was unknown and
there was always the possibility of one of the secondary objectives being
good.

   I knew it was going to be a long day, so I wacked off to relieve my
amative urges, to the visions of lovely Latrisca and me doing nasty,
naughty things.  Damn, she was one sexy broad.  I made a mental note to ask
her to hang out with me on the days Gina was away on a trip.

   I went searching for a good cup of coffee and stopped at a crowded caf,.
I went inside and sat down.  The waitress delivered the menu and poured me
a cup of coffee.  I looked up at her and it was Karen!  Not recognizing me,
she turned and moved to another table before I could speak.  I watched her
intently.  Short auburn hair, about 5' 6".  I was sure that it was her.

   A few minutes later she came to take my order.  "What would you like
today Sir?"

   I looked up from the menu and straight into her green eyes, "I want your
pussy."

   Speechless, she stared back, still not putting the face and place
together.

   "Karen.  It's me, Jim Levert, Galveston."

   "Oh my god!  Jim!" She hugged my neck and jumped up and down nearly
pulling me out of the booth.  She made quite a scene with her enthusiasm.
"What are you doing here?"

   "Came to fuck you."

   "Shhhh!!!  Not so loud!"

   I explained why I was there.

   "Can you come over to the house tonight?"

   "Probably.  I can't see having to get back to the rig before midnight at
the earliest."

   "Good!  Oh, I'm so glad to see you.  That was a fun weekend wasn't it?"

   "Lots of fun.  How's Josh?"

   "He's about the same.  I know he'll be glad to see you." She look around
quickly, "I'd better take your order, we're very busy this morning."

   I pointed at the menu.  "Give me the Country Boy Special with bacon,
eggs over easy."

   She hurried off.  Damn small world.  I knew she was a waitress, but I
had no idea where she worked.  What good luck.  Seeing her reminded me just
what a nice tight fuck she was and I got a hard on.  Damn!  I'd just beat
my meat a little while ago, and here I was feeling horny again.

   A few minutes later she brought my breakfast.  She put down a piece of
paper along with the order.  "Here's our number and address.  Call us
around 5:30.  I can fix a gumbo for supper.  You want me to call a girl
friend for you?"

   I thought a moment, "No, four's a crowd.  Besides it's you I'm coming to
see."

   As she poured me another cup of coffee, she whispered, "A threesome it
is."

   I ate my breakfast and left her a fifty-dollar tip for the six-dollar
breakfast.  I knew I wouldn't need the motel room tonight so after jacking
off again, I checked out.  I decided to hang around the rig watching porn
movies all afternoon, but before I left town I went to a drug store and
stocked up on condoms and a tube of KY.  I found a truck stop and went in
looking for a French tickler.  I found what I wanted.

   At the rig the day went by slowly, with no progress being made on
freeing up the stuck drill pipe.  I watched Playboy for several hours. 
Jack's videos were better than some of the stuff shown that afternoon, but
other material was graphic enough.  The image of Ben's dickhead
disappearing into his sister's ass kept coming to mind along with the image
of old fat Jack putting it to my daughter.

   Around 5 o'clock I was about to leave when word came down off the drill
floor that the pipe had worked free.

   Hallelujah!!!!

   We would have to circulate the drilling mud and get the drilling mud
back into good condition for logging.  Then we would have to ream out the
trouble spot, and circulate bottoms up before we began tripping the drill
pipe out of the hole.  That'd take eighteen hours approximately, and 11:00
AM tomorrow would be show time, give or take a few hours.

   I was in a good mood as I drove back towards Port Allen for my visit
with my beach buddies.  I called about 5:45, and Josh answered the phone.
He was cordial but not ebullient.  I asked him if I could bring something
over.  He suggested I bring some beer.  I stopped and bought a couple of
cases, a mix of domestic and Mexican brews.

   I arrived at the address, a small white wood frame house of no
particular architectural style other than the functional school with one
forlorn bush for landscaping.  Gathering up the two cases of beer and a bag
of ice, I made it up the stoop and rang the doorbell with my left pinkie.
Josh answered, dressed in blue work clothes that covered his tattoos and
some of his pierced body parts.

   "Whoa!  I was thinking of a six-pack!  Come on in Jim!" He beamed as he
looked at all the brew.  I had scored my points with him.  "How have you
been, buddy?"

   "Fine Josh, just fine."

   "Karen said you were here for an oil well, and that there was some
problem."

   "Problem was fixed, oh about an hour ago.  I don't need to be back out
there until late tomorrow morning."

   "Where are you staying?"

   "Uh, I guess here?"

   He lowered his eyebrows as he replied, "Oh, you think you can just give
my girlfriend fifty bucks and then come over and fuck her all night?"

   I detected a trace of hostility in his voice.  "Uh, I don't mean to be
presumptuous Josh.  Maybe I should leave."

   "Look asshole.  Galveston was fun, but I don't like you paying her fifty
bucks for a fuck."

   "That was a tip for breakfast!"

   He broke out into a grin and said, "Oh, in that case, you're welcome to
stay and fuck her all night!"

   I laughed to shake off my tension.  He had me worried there for a
moment.

   "Where's the pussy du joir?" I inquired.

   "In the kitchen.  Lets get some of this on ice to keep it cold."

   She was at the stove stirring her pot of gumbo, still in her waitress
uniform.  I walked up from behind and reached around and caressed her
breasts while I kissed and nibbled her ear.

   "Hmmmm!!  Hi, Jim!" She turned and kissed me deeply.  My hands went from
her tits to her ass and I squeezed her cheeks while working my fingers in
her crack.  "Can you stay tonight?"

   "Yeah, if Josh will let me."

   "I'd cut him off for a month if he didn't!  Now leave me alone until
supper is finished, or we'll never eat."

   "What do want to drink?" asked Josh.

   I chose a dark Mexican brew and we sat at the kitchen table drinking
while Karen cooked.  I thought of their interest in Crystal Springs and
what Bob had told me about the place.

   "Josh, are you and Karen still interested in going to that nudist camp,
Crystal Springs."

   "It's a resort.  Yeah, we're interested.  However our friends can't seem
to get any information from them."

   "I know some people who are members, and they might be able to help.  I
understand that they are very careful about who they will consider for
membership."

   "You have to be a member?"

   "Yeah, it's members only.  They are very careful about protecting their
members from blackmail or whatever."

   "Blackmail?

   "Yeah.  Actually it's an outdoor fuck club where anything goes.  I
understand the place is beautiful, very scenic.  Before they will even
consider you, you must be recommended by a member, as they don't take
unsolicited applications.  Next they do a thorough background check to make
sure you are who you say you are, and not the cops or any one with a
criminal record.  They also require quarterly medical screening for
sexually transmitted diseases.  There's a hefty membership fee you must
pay, plus annual dues and day use fees."

   "How hefty?"

   "I'm not sure, but a couple of thousand at least."

   His head dropped a few inches, "A couple of thousand?!"

   "I'm not sure about that.  But if you want, I'll find out.  I'll also
get you that recommendation you need to get your foot in the door, if
you're interested.  Maybe I can get you in as a guest."

   Karen turned from her stove and added, "Well we're very interested.  At
Galveston, you expanded our sexual horizons far beyond anything we had
previously considered.  We need someway to express that sexuality.  It
sounds like the place for us to go."

   She served up the bowls of chicken and sausage gumbo over rice.  I
discovered that she's a pretty good cook.  We continued our discussion of
Crystal Springs and sex in general.  Apparently Galveston was a real eye
opener for Karen.  She discovered anal sex, which she now regularly enjoyed
and she confessed to have a burning desire to be taken by two men at once,
and she wanted to try three.  Josh said he found that three-way and
four-way sex was exciting, and that he a hard on thinking of me doing Karen
tonight.  Both expressed frustration that since Galveston there hadn't been
an opportunity for group sex.

   "What about sex with your friends, the ones who wanted to go to Crystal
Springs?"

   Josh said, "We invited them over, but we never got around to asking them
if they wanted to really party.  I guess we're just too damned shy."

   As Karen finished clearing the table, Josh reached around from behind
and began unbuttoning her dress, giving me a show as he stripped his girl,
unbuttoning the entire dress from top to bottom and then slowly removing it
from her shoulders and arms.  She wore a blue topaz in her belly.  He
removed her bra, freeing her freckled tits and revealing her rose tattoo.
He tweaked and gently pulled on her nipples causing them to become erect.

   He had her turn around slowly, showing off her thong panties before he
invited me to remove them.  I pulled them down to her ankles and butterfly
tattoo.  She stepped out of them and as she did her ringed toes were an
instant turn on for me.  I began sucking her toes while Josh continued his
manipulation of her nipples and breasts.  Her toes were salty from her
day's work.  I still stunk of cigarette smoke from the rig trailer, and I
had already earlier caught a whiff of BO from Josh.  We all needed a bath
and as I stood I suggested we all shower and clean off the day's grime.

   Josh said, "Good idea, I think I smell!" He reached out began
unbuttoning my shirt and then he made a show for Karen of stripping me,
inviting her to remove my underwear.  I was surprised but pleased when he
grasped my dick and stroked it to erection while Karen watched.  Josh too
had cravings ignited in Galveston that he wanted fulfilled.

   Then it was my turn to strip Josh.  Removing his long sleeve work shirt
I revealed his sunburst tattoo on his right deltoid and the vine tattoo
circling his left bicep.  He wasn't wearing his nipple ring tonight.  Once
Karen removed his drawers I returned the favor of fondling his dick as be
continued to toy with mine.  It was going to be grand night of sex.

   In the crowded shower I bathed Karen while Josh bathed me.  He paid
particular attention to my asshole, running a soapy finger up my ass.  I
didn't object and he correctly surmised that my ass was his for the taking
tonight.  I turned around and soaped him down.  He closed his eyes and
smiled as I in turn explored his ass with my fingers.  He too wanted it
where the sun never shines.

   They only had a standard double bed in their small bedroom so we settled
into the living room.  The carpeted floor was just fine for what we were
about to do.  We were getting it on in various combinations and I had
already used and discarded on the floor three condoms plus the French
tickler, while Josh had discarded the one condom he had used on me.

   We were locked in a double dick duo with me on top, fucking away at her
ass, when suddenly there was a crashing noise.  The front door flew open
and in rushed half a dozen armed, black clad ninja's with the letters DEA
across the back!  The bastards didn't knock or identify themselves, they
just broke the door down like some god damned Nazi's!  I couldn't believe
it.  I didn't have a chance to move off of Karen before an M-16 was at my
head, with the agent ordering me not to move.

   "God damn, look at that!" exclaimed one agent.

   "Fucking perverted cockroaches!  All right, show's over guys.  Search
this whorehouse, we know it's here!"

   Suddenly I had a real sinking feeling.  What if Josh was dealing in
dope? Shit!  What am I doing here?

   "God damn, look at all the used rubbers!  She must be crawling with
crabs!"

   The muzzle of the M-16 banged my head.  "Okay asshole, hands behind the
head.  Now slowly get up."

   From the position I was in it was damned near impossible to get up with
my hands behind my head, but I struggled and managed to stand, soft dick
still covered in latex.

   "Okay whore, hands behind the head.  Now slowly get up." He pointed to
Josh, "You, stay still and don't move!  All right, slowly, hands behind the
head.  Now slowly get up."

   We had to stand with our hands behind our head while they searched the
house.  The agents were gawking and snickering, hurling insults at us. 
Karen was in tears the entire time.  As I stood there naked, I could see
across the street through the broken front door, and after about ten
minutes, a white van pulled out of the opposite driveway and drove off.

   We continued to stand for forty-five minutes as the DEA agents searched
the house in vain.  They tore the hell out the place trying to find what
they were looking for.  They didn't even find a marijuana roach.

   We overheard an agent talking on the radio.  "Pappa Bear, Pappa Bear,
this is Little Bear One.  Negative on 379 Elm.  Roger, I repeat, negative
on 379 Elm."

   Josh exclaimed, "You dumb bastards!"

   "You shut up!"

   "No, you shut up!  This is 376 Elm!  379 is across the street!"

   The agents looked at each other in disbelief.  One looked outside at the
number above the door.  "Says 379."

   Josh was red in the face, "It's 376!  The six is missing a nail, it's
hanging upside down!"

   "Oh, shit!  God damn it!  God damn it!" exclaimed Little Bear One, as he
realized his error.

   Josh continued to rub it in, "The guy you're looking for drove off about
thirty minutes ago.  You watched him drive away!"

   "Uh, I'm sorry folks, there's been a mistake," Little Bear One said as
he desperately tried to find a way to extricate himself from the mess he
was now in.

   I spoke up, "Just who the hell are you?  I want to see some ID!"

   "I don't have to show you shit!"

   "Now I know why you assholes are called pigs!  You act like pigs!  This
was an illegal intrusion tonight!"

   "I'm sure you wouldn't want it known what was going on here tonight."

   "What was going on?  We were fucking!  Nothing illegal about that!  On
the other hand you grossly violated our constitutional rights against
unreasonable search, not to mention the property damage you caused."

   "We had a search warrant!"

   "For across the street, not here!"

   "You'll have to take that up with our headquarters.  Okay men, clear out
of here and search the house across the street.  Make damned sure it's 379
Elm!" Little Bear One left with his men without ever properly identifying
himself.

   Josh and Karen surveyed the damage to their home.  Everything was thrown
on the floor without regard to its value.  Karen held a broken vase.  She
was now really bawling.  Josh picked up the phone and called the Port
Arthur Police, telling them that a half a dozen men broke into his house
and had ransacked it while holding us at gunpoint.

   "No, they didn't identify themselves, but they're now across the street
ransacking Peter Moss's mother's house.  You better hurry."

   Within five minutes several police cruisers were at 379 Elm Street, and
a dispute broke out.  Josh and I dressed and went across the street to talk
with the police officers.  I demanded that they identify Little Bear One
and his merry band of incompetents.  I also had the police inspect Josh and
Karen's home and document the damage.  While the officers and agents
argued, the white van pulled into the driveway.  The van was immediately
surrounded by armed DEA agents who searched the van, finding nothing but
groceries and the 72-year-old lady driver.

   We watched the circus from Josh's front porch.  Little Bear One was
going berserk.  Josh started laughing as the situation across the street
continued to deteriorate.  I asked him, "What's so funny?"

   "Peter Moss."

   "Who is he?"

   "Congressman Peter Moss, Mrs.  Moss is his mother!"

   "No shit!" Little Bear One had walked into a buzz saw!



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