Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 4 of 31
Universe: The Pact
Summary: School begins, and brings with it new challenges for the group --
including one Amy Winston.  Will she be an ally, or an adversary?
Content: beast D/s ir 1st blackmail

Chapter 4

	When Toby wound down a considerable time later, Amy wasn't impressed.
"I don't think I like your little club," she announced.  "It's full of
persecution, exploitation, prostitution..."

	"Tabitha's thing isn't a club function," Toby objected.  "It comes
from her mother!"

	"It's white slavery!" Amy argued.

	Toby sighed.  "Guilty as charged -- but the results haven't really
been all that bad..."

	"Speaking as a volunteer member of the group -- and there are several
-- the benefits outweigh the issues!" Teela declared.

	"But you've already admitted that you're special," Amy retorted.

	"Sally isn't -- and she's happy, too!" Teela insisted.

	"There's nothing to say that Lon isn't just using her!" Amy retorted.
"What about Trish?  Or Sonya?"

	"The jury is still out," Toby replied, "but..."

	"You best friend's mother is pregnant -- by you..." Amy accused.
"What are you going to do about that?"

	"Whatever she wants," Toby replied, "but she HAS a boyfriend her age,
now, who knows ALL ABOUT it!"  Toby had been careful not to reveal that Coach
was a group member.

	"Yeah, that's convenient..."  Amy shook her head.  "This is a train
wreck!"

	"But it's working!" Toby protested.

	"Yeah.  Why?"  The accusation was one Toby couldn't answer with Teela
present -- not adequately, anyway -- and Amy knew it.  "What about all of the
adult women you have scattered all over the place?"

	"They're getting attention -- and that's all most of them want," Toby
replied.

	"What about this Jiang Yi?  Sonya's mother?  It sounds like she's a
problem all the time!" Amy accused.

	Teela snorted.  "Um, not lately -- unless you want to count the fact
that she's crashing at my house every night.  She's in love..."

	Toby blinked.  "What?"

	"Poppa and Jiang Yi are, like totally domestic," Teela related.
"It's like somebody said, 'Look at these two puzzle parts and tell me what it
says...'"

	Amy glared accusation at Toby -- but Toby was clearly surprised.
"Really?"

	"You should hear 'em.  Poppa pretends to treat her like dirt, and she
pretends not to know any better -- and they're fucking like bunnies.  Jiang
Yi screams even louder than I do when she cums!"  Teela shook her head,
grinning.  "Sonya is just totally dazed by the whole thing."

	Amy shook her head angrily.  "Maybe this thing has had some success
-- but it's almost as bad as MY first time!"  She went on to relate the
mechanics of her awful introduction to sex -- leaving out the psi powers
piece.  "How is this better?"

	"We're not drugging anybody," Toby declared.  "We're not lying to
anybody, either.  But we ARE kind of forcing girls who otherwise wouldn't be
brave enough into hook-ups..."

	"Using blackmail..." Amy insisted.

	Teela waved it off.  "It just jumpstarts them.  Those girls were
doing each other and dogs, because they couldn't get up the nerve to mix it
with guys!  I'm sorry, but Dirk is better than Toby?  I don't THINK so!"  She
thought a minute.  "You know what?  We have our test case -- Miriam!  Toby,
what's going on with that?"

	Toby rubbed his face.  "I'm worried about it.  I gave her to Randy
and Alyssa.  Alyssa was supposed to answer her questions and try to talk her
out of joining.  If that fails, Randy is supposed to see just how motivated
she is..."

	"How?" Amy arched an eyebrow.

	"Sex, at least," Toby replied.  "It was left up to them.  After that,
if she is STILL game, we employ Dirk -- or if Randy and Alyssa can come up
with something else as good, that's okay, too."

	"No wonder you're worried!" Amy delivered a significant look that
added, 'since you're not there to mess with her head!'

	Toby sighed.  "Um, Teela, I think the damage has been done.  If you
want to bail, you can.  Thanks for your help."

	"Okay."  Teela flicked a glance at Amy.  "Let me know if we're all
going to jail so I can dress up nice for the newspapers."  She swayed out.

	"I know what you're thinking," Toby started, then grimaced.  "Well,
not literally, but it's been written all over your face.  No, I don't meddle
in their heads and tell them they're having a great time and should be
someone's sex slave for life.  Usually, at an initiation, I just watch to
make sure the guys don't go too far or in the wrong direction.  If a girl
doesn't need a certain kind of treatment, but does need another, I push
things that way.  Tabitha, for instance, was thrilled to death right off --
she didn't need coercion, it was 'What do you want me to do?' instead.  Why
harass her?  Alyssa got the worst of it, I think -- and she had a really bad
attitude.  It's cured.  I don't condition acceptance, I tune the approach..."

	"And you're doling out sex to half the football team!" Amy rejoined.
"You have the girls locked down, but you trust the boys?"

	"Guys, um, tend to understand which side their bread is buttered on,"
Toby said defensively.  "They aren't going to go complaining because somebody
got them some sex..."

	"But they might complain if someone STOPPED!"

	"Yeah..."  Toby rubbed his face.  "Now that you're here, there's an
obvious solution..."

	"Oh, SURE!  I'm going to go wading in this muck?  Why should I?"

	"To make sure it is what it should be," Toby replied.  "I honestly
don't think any of the guys is an out-and-out predator, like the guys who
hurt you -- but I can't tell.  You should go through all of them and see if
we're screwing up -- and if we are, you and I can try to come up with a non-
invasive solution..."

	"Cute," Amy groused.  "You KNOW I was going to do that, anyway."

	Toby smiled crookedly.  "Yes.  Look, this thing got away from us.
I'd like to make it secure and make sure no one gets hurt.  It DOES WORK
making couples and providing sex to people who want it.  You can help; I'm
sure you can also bring it all down and fix it so that half of us spend the
next twenty years in little orange suits and the rest of our lives being
persecuted, too -- and you can probably do it in such a way that I'd never be
sure it didn't happen naturally.  But is that really a super-duper solution?
Would that make you better than me?"

	Amy eyed him.  "How do we explain the fact that I'm not fucking
around?"

	"Well, you're a volunteer.  Different rules.  Tela and Sally -- well,
Teela, anyway -- are precedents."

	"They have boyfriends.  That's their reason for not being in the
general pool," Amy pointed out.  "I don't."

	Toby pursed his lips.  "It would make sense if..."

	"Don't go all noble on me!" Amy interrupted, sensing his direction.

	"Well?  It fixes things.  Besides, who is the one guy in the world
you can't turn to mush directly?" Toby countered.

	"Mmmm, yes -- and vice-versa..." Amy mused.

	"Exactly.  I think I'm up to dealing with a girl whose mind I can't
read -- the training wheels can probably come off," Toby grinned.

	"Well...  No sex.  I'm not up for that, yet.  I guess we'll have to
act like..." Amy mused.

	Toby shrugged.  "From my end, it isn't exactly difficult.  You..."
He waved up and down, pointing at her with his hand.

	Amy arched an eyebrow.  "I'm glad you approve."

	Toby grimaced.  "Maybe I should go get those training wheels."

	Amy sighed.  "I'm being a total bitch, aren't I?"

	"From what I read in the operator's manual, I need to eat a candy bar
or something so I don't have to answer that," Toby grinned crookedly.

	Amy grinned ruefully.  "You might make it to the end of the block if
someone kind of chases you and shoves you back to the vertical every once in
a while."  The reality here was that Toby wasn't exactly unappealing, either
-- even if you discounted that thing in his pants.  And sooner or later, Amy
was going to have to climb back up on that horse, too.  After all, the sex
had been marvelous -- it was just the duplicity and callous exploitation that
went with it that was so bad.  Amy realized that when she DID have sex again,
SHE might need 'training wheels' in the form of a male whom she could read
and whose motives were pure.

	Toby was studying the floor.  "Actually, I've been... abstaining a
lot more than I thought I would.  It generally doesn't seem quite fair.  When
I DO have sex, I tend to... merge... with the girl...  It's nice for
everyone.  But I can just be there when others have sex and feel how it's
going for the girl.  That's one reason I have a tough time believing we're
hurting anybody; aside from maybe Trish, nobody has gotten that excited about
sexual abuse."

	"I think it is because you have set expectations," Amy replied.
"They expect that they're going to have sex with whoever you point a finger
at, so it's business as usual, more or less, once they get used to the level
of coercion."

	"Okay..." Toby agreed.  "But wouldn't that be the problem you had?
Those guys set expectations that they never intended to meet.  If they had
approached you and said, 'Why don't you come to so and so's party and I'll
hook you up with this guy and you've got, like, fifteen minutes to show him
something that will make him want you -- no promises, but if you strike out
you can try someone else.  Oh, and, by the way, sex is probably one way to
go...' wouldn't it have been all cool?  If you actually showed up, wouldn't
it have been par for the course?  Then if he climbed up off of you and said,
'Sorry, not interested,' would it have been so much of a blow?"

	"That's not what's happening here!" ranted Amy, "And it's not what
happened there!"

	"In most cases," Toby argued, "it's something close.  It's sex -- as
anonymous as we can make it -- for the guys and the girls.  We get ours --
but look around and see how many couples THAT has generated.  The girls
practice sex until they get good at it with guys who were trained by older
women and know what they're doing, then they have sex with other guys -- and
if they make an impression, they're free to capitalize on it.  In the
meantime, they're not embarrassing themselves by having to sleep around in
public.  There is no censure -- no 'You're a slut and I'm not' -- everybody
has been there and done that."

	"You make it sound so simple!" Amy jeered.  "What he DID think was,
'Another cherry picked!  Next!'  And he yelled for the next guy to come in
and use me for a cum bucket..."  Amy covered her face and her shoulders
shook.

	Toby closed in awkwardly and put his arms around her.  "Right.  He
lied.  He led you to believe that you had a shot with him, when the reality
was that he was looking to use you.  But girls make the decision to go out on
that limb all the time in the back of parked cars and stuff -- and while
sometimes they're being misled, sometimes they do it with their eyes wide
open -- and if they lose, it wasn't because they were cheated, it was just
because the dice didn't fall their way.  What happened to you was close to
rape -- if not the real deal.  But if you had gone up to that room knowing
you were going to have sex and knowing that you only had a ten percent chance
of beating out the competition, it would have been something else, wouldn't
it?"

	"Shut up!" Amy whined.  "Quit being so goddamned reasonable and just
hold me!"

	"I can do that," Toby murmured.  Holding Amy was VERY pleasant, even
if she WAS crying all over him.

	Eventually, she settled down.  "You know, I haven't really been able
to share that properly with anyone..."

	"It probably would have been a great way to get a psych evaluation,"
Toby replied softly.  "That's another thing we have in common."

	"You're just full of convincing arguments why we should be a couple
aren't you?" Amy said, stepping back a bit.  Her tone wasn't confrontational
-- merely teasing.

	Toby shrugged and grinned.  "That's just me being logical and
reasonable..."

	That got him a swat, leading him to wonder -- as all males do --
where girls got the right to do that.  Amy moved on, "Since you're so sure
everything you're doing is right and fair, is there a way to check on your
test case?"

	"I'll call."  Toby dialed the communal Hayes cell phone.

	Alyssa answered.  "Hi, Toby."

	Toby put his phone on speaker.  "What happened?  How's it going?"

	"You would NOT believe it!" Alyssa all but erupted.  "I tried, Toby!
I told her about being whipped and stuff -- told her she was gonna get used
and abused.  It didn't faze her, so I got Big Bro to take us there where you
are to show her the dungeon.  We even put her in that pillory thing!  She
seemed to get off on it, so Big Bro hooked her up with ALL KINDS of bondage
stuff and we showed her the tables and the booths and the hooks --
everything!  She acted like we'd taken her to Disneyland or something!"

	"Does that make sense?" Amy asked.

	"You know, you never know.  The reason we have the stuff we have is
because Ma LOVES that stuff!" Toby replied, shrugging.  "Maybe Miriam does,
too."

	"Maybe you scrambled her brain before you handed her off!" Amy
accused.

	"If I had, I wouldn't be so worried, would I?" Toby retorted.  "So
what are they doing now?" he asked Alyssa.

	"Fucking.  Doggie-style.  I'm glad Momma is at work -- Miriam is
LOUD!"

	"Did Randy do anything else, or did he just fuck her?" Toby asked.

	"We've been doing crazy shit for an hour," Alyssa replied.  "Miriam
is wearing Dirk's spare collar and a leash..."

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	Their arrival home introduced an immediate complication -- Brie.
Nobody had thought of it.  Brie, being Brie, wanted to know all about the
whole thing, too.  Alyssa had to drag her off very quickly for the condensed
briefing while Randy maintained Miriam in place.  Distraction and an urgent
need to maintain control of his charge while distracted by Brie led Randy to
close up on Miriam and clamp a hand on her throat; Miriam froze in place,
then slowly raised one hand -- not to tear at Randy's fingers, but to trace
them.  When Randy realized what was going on, he made to let up -- not that
he was choking Miriam -- but she chased his hand with her neck, pressing it
against his palm.  Randy, nonplussed, clamped back down, thinking, "This is
one strange bitch..."

	Miriam couldn't explain the thrill she felt, being restrained like
that by a powerful hand and arm -- but she was.  When the hand let up, she
didn't think about it -- she wanted its containment.  Whoever the guy was, he
obliged her by clamping back down, so she stood there, her heart thudding in
her chest, feeling his side against her back and his hip against her ass and
his taut arm wrapped around her right side, his forearm against her right
breast and his hand clutching her throat.  They stood like that for a couple
of minutes while the voice of the girl who had been directing her and the
voice of an obviously younger girl went back and forth, probably two rooms
over.  They were too quiet to understand -- which was no doubt the point.
Several minutes later -- the guy was obviously becoming impatient -- they
both came back and the older girl said simply, "She wants to play."

	Body language declared the guy's irritation.  He stepped away, but
maintained his grip on Miriam's neck and pulled downward.  Miriam went to her
knees -- not because he dragged her there, merely in response to his
guidance.  There was a LOT of vehement hand-waving, then he let go of Miriam.
The older girl said, "Lie down on your back."  Miriam stretched out on the
carpet.  "Sit on her," the older girl directed, and the younger one sat on
Miriam's stomach -- none too gently -- giggling.  "Yell if she gets up," the
older girl cautioned, and then left.

	The guy and the older girl were more careful and quieter -- Miriam
could barely make out even the barest sound of their voices as they discussed
her fate.  They were gone longer than the girls had been; Miriam had the
younger girl bouncing on her stomach and giggling for distractions.  They had
both hands interlaced and the young one was leaning here and there while they
pressed back and forth on each other, playing, when the older pair returned.
"Okay, you can get up," the older girl directed, and Miriam did so.  "We're
going to play 'Simon Says'," the older girl announced -- and they did, the
younger girl providing the directions, for a good twenty minutes.  Mistakes
were punishable by a very hard swat on the ass from the guy's big hand -- a
big surprise the first time, when the younger girl's giggle and announcement
of "You screwed up!  Hold still!" came so quickly before the stinging slap on
her ass that Miriam had no time to prepare.

	By the end of twenty minutes, Miriam judged that she had hopped,
skipped, crawled, rolled and kangaroo-hopped through several rooms and she
was naked, having been instructed to remove all of her clothing at one point
or another along the way.  She was on her knees on linoleum when the older
girl announced the change to the next event by instructing her, "Hold still."

	Miriam held still while a dog collar and leash were attached around
her neck, then responded to tugs by crawling forward -- and out a door!  For
ten minutes, she was led around on all fours, naked, outdoors, through grass
and along brick walks that she HOPED were in the BACK yard, and not the
FRONT!  Part of the time, the younger girl rode her like a pony; the rest of
the time, she was just led here and there, heeling to her master like a dog.
At one point they stopped and the older girl asked, "Can you pee?"

	Shocked, she managed to gasp out, "Not right now, I don't think --
Sorry!"

	"Be sure you don't ask for a while," the girl had replied brusquely.

	Then they went inside and her new master (for want of a better
description) began teaching her tricks, using whichever one of the girls he
felt like for an interpreter.  Miriam learned that if he made a clapping
pattern on his chest that sounded like a horse galloping, she was to go to
him as quickly as blind blundering allowed.  A simple single snap of his
fingers meant, 'kneel' -- and two snaps?  "Suck his cock," the older girl
directed in explanation the first time it occurred.  Another single snap
stopped her and returned her to her kneeling position.  "Put it away first,"
she was told in critique.  That wasn't easy -- it was HUGE!  A circle drawn
on the top of her head meant 'turn around,' and running his finger along her
spine from her neck to her hips meant 'go to all fours.'  They practiced this
for several minutes, the girl telling Miriam, "It looks like you're gonna be
a club slut.  You'd better remember these commands, because if you get past
this and past your initiation, they could come at any time -- anywhere!  Do
you understand?"  And Miriam, her voice choked with emotion, had verified
that she did understand, her imagination presenting her with the most amazing
public settings for the incredible humiliation of kneeling before this
unknown male and sucking his cock...

	Alyssa had just shaken her head; the more they fucked with Miriam,
the more excited she seemed to get!

	Randy led Miriam to his bedroom by the leash, and up onto the bed,
then snapped his fingers. Miriam knelt.  He ran his finger down her back and
she went back to all fours.  He removed his clothes; she waited patiently,
blind.  Then he knelt up behind her and rubbed his cock along her gash.  And,
last, but not least, he started tugging the leash.

	Miriam reached between her legs, adjusted his cock at her opening,
and backed onto it.  Simple.

	It really was -- Miriam had been ready for hours.  Yes, it was her
first time, but she'd played with vibrators and dildos and hairbrush handles
and God knew what - all she'd never had was a dick.  And now she had one, and
there was NOTHING like the real thing!  Nothing at all...

	After that, it was all about fucking.  Randy put his hands on her
hips (one hand holding her leash) and fucked.  And fucked and fucked and
fucked...

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	"They've been at it for, I dunno, fifteen minutes?  Twenty?" Alyssa
complained.  "All she says is 'Ogod'..."  She held up the phone and Miriam
obliged her by panting, "Ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod, OH, GAAAAWD!!"
Randy reached up and grabbed her neck to keep her from falling forward on
him, and kept stroking; Miriam settled on her haunches for a few seconds,
then started moaning "Ogod" again.

	Amy shook her head.  "Unbelievable.  You did something."

	Toby raised his hands.  "Swear to God."  Into the phone, he said,
"Can you guys come here?  We can video better, probably.  Then you can take
Dirk back with you."

	"Okay," Alyssa agreed.  "I think he's about to finish."

	"We'll be waiting," Toby told her.  In the background, Miriam wailed,
"OGAAAAWD!" and was suddenly cut off as the connection went dead.

	Alyssa was right; Randy had his fingers laced around Miriam's neck to
keep her from going anywhere and was pounding her like a jack hammer, getting
those last few crucial strokes in before his balls let go.  That took no time
at all, so he went to a slower ram and pulse, ram and pulse pattern while his
balls emptied.  This was a fine piece...

	Miriam was ecstatic.  She'd confronted Toby in the hopes that
whatever it was, the initiation led to the promise of one or more future
fucks -- quality time with a real, live guy -- maybe not then, but sometime
in the future.  But it had been so much more than that; the fear, the
excitement, the challenge to her courage of literally blind obedience,
placing herself, constrained, in the hands of another had taken her breath
away, even BEFORE the incredible sex!  And the sex itself had been amazing!
Miriam had been masturbating with phallic devices since she was twelve; she
was one of those less-often-seen women who got more pleasure from her vagina
itself than clitoral stimulation -- or, at least, had a much richer
experience that way.  Her master's big, thick cock satisfied in ways that no
toy had ever approached!  When he flooded her insides with his juice, it was
more than an orgasm -- it was a culmination.  Her daring in risking it all
had been repaid a hundredfold!

	Randy rubbed her flanks, luxuriating in the feel of her hot pussy.
This one...  This one had put up with more shit than any dozen girls he'd
ever seen -- and NEVER ONCE had she uttered the words, "But, Randy..."  She
never objected, never complained -- she just rose to the occasion.  They'd
only walked her around the back yard, but Randy was sure SHE didn't KNOW that
-- she COULD have been on the front sidewalk, naked, on her hands and knees,
being led around on a leash!  Hell, what she DID was gutsy enough!
Obviously, she got a kick out of being challenged like this...

	Brie, who had watched the entire sexual episode, was sitting in the
corner, masturbating.  Alyssa eyed her, then sidled up to Randy and whispered
in his ear.  Randy nodded and whispered back; there was a complication to the
idea, but what was the worst that could happen?

	Randy backed out of Miriam and went to get the video camera while
Alyssa directed Miriam, "Roll over on your back."  Miriam did as she was
told.  "This next piece is part of your initiation.  You've been real good,
so the boss man believes that you can do this, too -- which is a stretch for
me, but you've been pretty good.  We're gonna be taking pictures and video of
this, so don't be surprised, okay?"

	"Okay," Miriam nodded.

	Alyssa turned to Brie.  "Sit on her face -- she's gonna lick you
out."

	"Yippee!"  Brie hopped up and straddled Miriam's head.

	"We have to take off the mask for the video," Alyssa related.  "The
Boss Man does NOT want you to open your eyes -- even a crack!  I don't see
you doing this right, but he has faith in you; when you're done, he expects
you to STILL be unable to tell anyone who we are!  Do you understand?"

	"Yes."

	"Will you do it?"

	"I promise."

	Randy nodded his approval; Alyssa circled the bed to a point where
she could remove the blindfold.  "Let's get started," she directed, whipping
it away.  Brie settled on Miriam's face, and Miriam started licking, holding
Brie's little buns in her hands to help position her properly.

	They videoed three orgasms -- close-up, back to get a full view --
every angle they could think of.  As far as they could tell, Miriam never
opened her eyes -- and even if she had, she'd have probably been blinded,
usually, by the camera's lights.

	But Miriam had been true to her promise and never looked -- not even
once.

	When they were done, they hauled a sated Brie off Miriam's face and
told Miriam to roll over and Alyssa replaced the blindfold.  "This MIGHT be
enough for your initiation," Alyssa related.  "You know the girl you just
gave a tongue ride is only twelve, right?  Oh, well.  You wouldn't -- but she
is.  I figure it's illegal -- don't you?"

	"Probably," Miriam croaked.  Her tongue was cramped, a bit.

	"Have you ever eaten a chick out?" Alyssa asked.

	"No."

	In the background, Randy shook his head in amazement.  Why couldn't
ALL chicks be like this one?

	Ten minutes later, they were dressed and on their way.  Miriam was in
the back of the van, fully dressed, but still blindfolded -- and still
wearing a collar and leash.  She sat silent, hugging herself.

	"How are you doing?" Alyssa asked.

	"I'm... great!" Miriam replied, displaying real enthusiasm.  "How are
things as far as you're concerned?"

	"I really don't see where you could have done any better," Alyssa
replied.  "I think you've made an impression."

	"Good."  Marian dimpled -- and Alyssa went back to shaking her head.

	A few minutes later, they were back at Carpenter's.  "Okay, we're at
the dungeon," Alyssa related.  "Watch your step."  Randy had gone ahead to
talk to Toby -- and Amy, he discovered.  Alyssa stuck Miriam in Booth Three
-- and didn't worry about her messing with the blindfold, given Miriam's
track record.

	"Alyssa said she surprised you guys," Toby said quietly.

	"Surprised doesn't cut it," Randy replied.  "She did a LOT more than
that!  Here, we got this..."  He handed over the camera.  "Dunno if it's
enough -- but it's something..."

	Toby extracted the footage of Miriam eating Brie and the three of
them viewed it.  "This is really good," Toby opined, "but I'm not sure it's
good enough.  It might be a grey area -- and Miriam seems to be pretty brave.
Since we have Dirk..."

	"Yeah."  Randy nodded.  "No sweat.  She still hasn't seen me or
Alyssa -- and she hasn't heard me.  We took a risk with the blindfold for the
video, but she's been... well, perfect!  I don't think she looked."

	Toby nodded.  "Okay, have Alyssa bring her in here, then get out of
sight.  I'll get Dirk."  He headed off.

	Alyssa brought Miriam in, still blindfolded and leashed.  After a
whispered consultation, Randy circled around in front of Miriam and ran the
back of his hand from her neck to her waist.  "New command," Alyssa told
Miriam.  "Take off all your clothes."  Miriam got started without comment
while Randy arranged a mat atop the pool table.  "Climb up," Alyssa directed,
and Miriam did so; before she was settled, Randy snapped his fingers and she
knelt up obediently.

	What happened next surprised everyone present.  Randy hopped up on
the table and brushed stray hairs back from Miriam's forehead, then caressed
her face and neck before fondling her breasts and sucking each nipple briefly
in turn.  Finally, he leaned around and traced his hand down her back -- and
Miriam, obedient, went to all fours.  He got off the table and reached in to
spread her stance a bit and rubbed her ass, then walked off, heading up the
inside stairs.

	Alyssa stepped up beside Miriam and whispered, "You can do this -- I
did.  You're kickin' ass, here!" and followed her brother out.

	When they were gone, Amy removed the blindfold.  "We're hearing that
you get an A plus on your report card, Miriam," Amy related.
"Congratulations!  Are you ready for the last act?"

	Miriam looked a little shaky, eyeing Dirk, but she swallowed and
said, "I've been a bitch all afternoon..."

	"You've been impressive," Toby agreed, "But we're just not sure that
what we have is quite enough.  Dirk here is... insurance... and while you've
broken new ground in other areas, you won't even be the first today with
Dirk.  Does that make you feel better?"

	"Yes, some," Miriam nodded.  "I'm ready."

	Getting Dirk up on the table proved to be a trial -- and keeping him
there, another.  But they got some fine footage of him licking Miriam's
crotch, with a sweep to get her face, and some good shots of him mounting her
-- three different times, basically without success.  Then he hit a hole --
and Miriam shrieked while he drove the point of his ugly pink cock into her
ass -- but she held still long enough to get the penetration shot.  Dirk
backed off after a few seconds, anyway -- but he was more interested after
that; a minute or so later, he slammed home in Miriam's pussy and hunched his
way through a good twenty seconds of some serious dog fucking before
withdrawing, dribbling semen, and jumping down off the table.  "That's
PLENTY," Toby declared.  "Miriam, there is a bathroom down the hall.  Go get
dressed and cleaned up -- you're a graduate!"

	"Th-thanks!" Miriam said shakily.  Collecting her clothing, she
staggered off.

	"What was she thinking?" Amy asked quietly.

	"She understood why some women might WANT to fuck a dog," Toby
related.  "Dirk is good sized -- and pretty aggressive about it, once he's
planted.  With training..." he shrugged.

	"I guess..."  Amy shook her head.  Dirk hadn't impressed her.

	"I'm thinking I'll leave her to you," Toby replied.  "You can ask her
questions and stuff without me around.  I REALLY don't know how I'm going to
prove I didn't mess with her at all, but..." he shrugged.

	"Okay, but I want to talk to the guy for a minute," Amy replied.
"What's his name?"

	"Randy Hayes.  Rain Man.  Alyssa is his sister.  The young girl in
the video is her other sister, Brie."

	"That's the one who loves to suck?"

	"Yeah."  Toby went off to get Randy.  "Amy wants to ask you some
questions about Miriam."

	"Why?" Randy asked.  "Isn't she just a slut?"

	Toby shrugged.  "I think she's just trying to figure out why Miriam
seemed to take to what you guys did."

	"Yeah, well..."

	"Do it as a favor to me, okay?  I'm handling her..."

	"Okay."