Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 35 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: MF MMMF ir D/s

Chapter 35

	Julio Vasquez sat at the breakfast table and glanced around; Mama and
Papa were elsewhere.  "Bonita?  That woman...  What did she look like?"

	Bonita eyed her brother and smiled widely.  "You would be horrified,
Big Brother."  Pursing her lips, she added, "It was good, wasn't it?"

	Julio masked his irritation.  "Perhaps."

	"Would you see her again?" Bonita asked.

	"I didn't SEE her the first time!"  Julio quelled Gabriel with a
glance.

	"You didn't answer my question," Bonita noted, eyeing him sidelong.

	Julio rolled his eyes.  "Perhaps."

	"I could make some calls..."

	Julio rubbed his face.  "You could do a little, shall we say,
preliminary investigation, I guess."

	"I will look into it," she promised gravely, covering her amusement.

	Gabriel opened his mouth, but Julio pointed at him, "You owe me!"  At
Bonita's questioning glance, he explained, "I took him to his woman last
night."

	"His woman?" Bonita arched an eyebrow.

	"They're having sex.  That makes her a woman..." Julio noted, "Even
at their age."

	"Trish Horner's sister Lillian?" Bonita clarified.

	Gabriel colored.  "Yes."

	"Mama forbade you."

	"She merely refused to transport him to an assignation," Julio
replied smoothly.  "I saw no reason not to facilitate.  After all, it was not
the first time."

	"Do you think this should be encouraged?" Bonita asked.

	"It will not stop," Julio replied.  "The most Mama can do is drive it
underground.  Better that everyone acknowledges it, so that they don't take
foolish chances.  Such things fester."  He eyed his sister.  "I disapproved
of Terence."

	"You still do."

	Julio waved a hand.  "I begin to understand -- both sides of the
equation, in fact."

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	Luis Garza woke up a very happy man.  He'd never, EVER had his balls
drained the way Phyllis had done it overnight, and he felt like a million
dollars!  When he started mauling Phyllis big hooters, she'd diffidently
related that she was a little sore -- but before he could get all
philosophical about it, she added, "But I could suck you..."  Afterward, Luis
had to think that it couldn't have been worth it for Phyllis, but it had been
GREAT for him!

	Phyllis had even cooked breakfast, and when he had showered and put
himself together and was getting ready to leave, she diffidently offered, "If
you'd like to come back..."

	Whether they were a match made in Heaven or not was open to question,
but the interlude had been more than satisfactory for them both -- and that
led to a serious inclination to repeat it.  Luis backed Phyllis against the
wall and pressed a serious kiss onto her lips, largely because he'd realized
overnight that she got off on being manhandled a little bit.  "Maybe Tuesday?
Give me your number -- I will call."  You just didn't pass up good, willing
pussy -- you just DIDN'T!  Phyllis didn't know it yet, but if she wanted a
live-in boyfriend, she was on the right track...

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	Iris came in after lunch and related what she knew of the Noreen vs.
Harmon issue to Candace, but there weren't any significant additions to the
information available.  Candace directed her to a group doing sheetrock work
on the third floor that included Luis, but he wasn't interested -- he'd had
plenty, thank you very much, the night before!  Amy, cruising the scene with
Toby, smiled...  Luis caught sight of the red-haired witch and decided to
approach her.

	"Thank you," Luis announced himself.

	"You did us a favor," she replied enigmatically.  Sifting through the
details of Luis' memories of the previous night, Amy's eyebrows went up.
"Perhaps two, actually.  She is ours, you understand -- we have a grip on
both her and her older daughter -- but she needs regular service.  Since you
seem inclined to continue providing it, it seems convenient for us to allow
it.  Leave the daughters alone -- the older one has other commitments and the
younger is really too young and is in love, anyway.  But Phyllis...  Do as
you please.  Just remember that if we need her we will call for her."

	"It shall be as you say," Luis agreed formally, thinking, 'This one
is truly a witch!  I will stay on her good side...'  All thought of messing
with Fred, now or in the future, went by the wayside.

	Amy, on the other hand, headed downstairs as soon as the audience was
over, moving as if her tail feathers were on fire!  <Check THIS out!> she
announced, placing a hand on Toby's shoulder to provide a link.

	<Julio Vasquez and his brother Gabriel?  Let's see if we can get some
information from Terence and Bonita...> Toby mused, surprised.  Sending Luis
off to see Phyllis had apparently brought opportunities, as well as
complications...  Luis was the only member of the third floor sheetrocking
team abstaining; the other three apparently had no compunction regarding the
provision of cocks for Iris to play with.  Toby's surveillance gear on the
third floor was working perfectly; he had two different views of Iris, draped
over a stack of wallboard, taking a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth
and jacking a third with one hand.

	Tabitha, naked, was helping tile the second floor men's showers.
She'd already serviced the team she was working with and was planning to
shift to the women's showers in a bit and take the team there on, then save
Cletus Brown and Mace McKesson for dessert...

	Jiang Yi was nerving herself for the offer; the kitchen team had just
finished putting the new granite countertops in place and was preparing to
quit for the day.  Appliances would be delivered on Monday.  "I, uh..."

	"Yes?"  The older guy, Vernon Parsons, looked up, irritated.  The
flat-faced gook bitch had been a pain on a couple of occasions, in the way
and getting all particular about this and that...

	"I am to provide the incentives..." Jiang Yi mumbled.

	Garth Patrick, the younger of the pair by quite a few years, eyed her
and said, "Pass.  My girlfriend wouldn't like it."  Jiang Yi rocked under the
hit, figuring he probably didn't even HAVE a girlfriend.

	For Vernon, on the other hand, this offered a couple of
opportunities.  Getting his dick wet was big, but so was getting back at a
'customer' for being a pain in the ass...  "Where?"

	"There are some bedrooms..." Jiang Yi ventured.

	"Lead on."  Turning to Garth, he added, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Garth nodded; he'd picked up the undercurrents clearly.  Vernon followed
Jiang Yi up the hall and into a bedroom.

	Once there, Jiang Yi closed the door for privacy.  As she turned to
Vernon, he asked, "You suck, don't you?  Cocks, I mean."  He grinned a little
nastily, and Jiang Yi realized that he felt himself free to insult her.

	"Yes," she nodded, retaining her composure.

	"Bring it."  Vernon sat on the bed and reached for his work boots,
then stopped.  "Why don't you undress me, first?"  Jiang Yi knelt to go to
work on the laces of his left work boot and Vernon added, "Get naked first."

	Now, Vernon wasn't a seriously nasty guy, but he was pretty prickly
right about then.  He'd broken up with a long-time girlfriend three months
before and was in the midst of a serious dry spell -- and the vibes he was
getting from women said it was going to last a good deal longer.  Vernon was
getting to be old enough and worn enough that even his musculature and
farmer's tan weren't a draw anymore for women and he was irritated that so
many of them were so shallow as to not be able to see his worth.  Add in
Jiang Yi's earlier nitpicking and her current submissive attitude and Vernon
was playing to the Dark Side a bit -- so he put the woman through hoops.

	Jiang Yi got out of her stretchpants and top and Vernon saw another
opportunity to needle her and took it, announcing, "Maybe I'll just go on
home."  He had no intention of doing anything but fucking the homely bitch,
but she didn't know that...

	"No, please!"  Jiang Yi draped herself over his lap, surprising
Vernon.  Was she that hard up?

	"Well, awright..." Vernon pretended reluctance.  As Jiang Yi again
addressed his work boot laces, Vernon resolved, 'I'm gonna use this cunt like
toilet paper!'  She was wide open, and he was going to get even for every
time some bitch ever took advantage of him...  "Hurry up!" he goaded, and
Jiang Yi only rushed to comply.  Vernon knew that there had to be a reason
she was being so cooperative, but as long as it was there, he would take
advantage of it.

	Jiang Yi pulled off Vernon's boots and socks and had him stand to
pull down his jeans and boxers.  As his cock came free, Vernon demanded,
"Kiss it!"  Jiang Yi, who was doing penance for some unknown sin committed
against Frank, complied, and then resumed removing Vernon's jeans at his wave
to do so.  Would she worship a man to get and keep his attention?  Yes.  If
Frank was really angry and spurned her, she might have to find this Vernon
person...  Vernon threw his shirt over his head and settled back onto the
bed.  "Okay, suck!"

	Jiang Yi leaned in and sucked in Vernon's cock, which had been
swimming in sweat the entire day -- and while she was getting used to that,
he took her head in his hands and took control, taking no prisoners, fucking
her face.  Jiang Yi, in a fine masochistic funk, took it, gagging and choking
as he poked her throat, spit running down her chin and neck to roll through
the valley between her small, splayed breasts.  Periodically, she managed to
bury her face in his pubes, his fat glans lodged in her throat -- but it was
probably one attempt in four or five.  Still, Vernon was enjoying himself,
and that was what counted.  Between the head trip triggered by his abuse of
his total control over her and being able to physically maximize his pleasure
by putting her exactly where he wanted her, Vernon got off in a relatively
short while, saving Jiang Yi some wear and tear, whether she knew it or not.
"YEAH!  FUCK!  TAKE IT, SLUT!" Vernon roared as he unloaded his balls in
Jiang Yi's mouth.  Jiang Yi swallowed the copious flood; Vernon had been
saving it up for a while...

	Vernon relaxed his control so he could enjoy the aftermath.  "Keep me
hard, Bitch."  She was homely, but you had to admit she was game...  "Do you
take it up the ass?  Just nod..."  Jiang Yi did so.  "Find a rubber and lube
-- I don't want to catch anything."

	'Let's see...'  Jiang Yi backed off Vernon's cock, continuing to jack
him as her eyes swept the room.  'Candace said every room had lube and
rubbers -- even vibrators...  The night table?'  She extended herself so she
could open a drawer without letting go of Vernon.  'Yes!'  She fished out the
items, one-handed.  Underlying it all was the worry, 'What did Frank say,
exactly?  Did I have to be fucked in the pussy?  Is this going to count?'

	"Climb up on the bed," Vernon directed, taking the lube bottle from
her.  "Keep me hard while I grease your ass."  Vernon hoped he could retain
his hardon after that humongous cum -- he REALLY wanted to do this...  The
chunky gook bitch seemed to know her way around a cock; she was rubbing his
pre-cum on the underside of his glans and that was doing a pretty good job of
keeping him firm -- that and sheer willpower.  Poking his finger into her
asshole helped firm things, too.  She grunted and groaned but didn't seem to
be a complainer.

	Jiang Yi could count the number of times she'd had her ass fucked on
the fingers of one hand -- and have a couple left over -- but she COULD do
it, so she WOULD do it -- anything to be able to go home and grovel at
Frank's feet!  She bore the intrusion of one, and later, two, of Vernon's
thick fingers as stoically as she could -- which, truth be told, was pretty
calmly.

	"Awright, rubber time..."  Vernon indicated that Jiang Yi was to do
the honors and she stumbled through it, having some trouble identifying which
way the sheath was rolled before getting started.  Then she adjusted her
stance on all fours at Vernon's urging and positioned herself near the edge
so he could take her standing up.

	It hurt, of course.  It wasn't pleasant for Vernon, either, at the
start.  Jiang Yi limited herself to a soft, grunting whine while Vernon
forced his thick probe past the stubborn resistance of her protesting
sphincter.  Once he had his glans poked through, Vernon slathered lube onto
his shaft generously; the damned rubber didn't make things any easier!  Then,
for a bit, things were TOO easy, while he worked to get rid of some of the
excess.  Finally, there was enough friction to make things good without
setting fire to his cock or the gook bitch's ass... and after that, it got
good!

	Things were just as uneven for Jiang Yi.  The penetration burned and
felt like he was removing the lining of her colon with sandpaper, after which
there was a period where he slipped into her depths seemingly without
resistance, and Jiang Yi wondered if blood was the lubricant.  But then
things backed off, and the period of easy slippage had helped quell the burn
and the whole thing got oddly pleasant...  Vernon got going pretty well and
his low-hanging balls smacked into her pussy regularly and he periodically
pinched her ass, causing her to clench -- something both of them found
enjoyable enough that Jiang Yi started doing it rhythmically on her own.
Jiang Yi didn't orgasm, but she managed to enjoy the fuck -- and realized
that it was possible to orgasm, properly prepared.

	Sometime during the fuck, Vernon's will to abuse Jiang Yi fled.  He
concentrated on enjoying himself, realizing that she was cooperating as fully
as she could.  The fuck was smelly and messy, but that wasn't anybody's fault
but Vernon's -- he was the one who wanted an unannounced ass-fuck.  Vernon
pumped and stroked, enjoying the feel of Jiang Yi's anal ring in particular,
until his balls crept up in his scrotum and discharged themselves through his
rod and into the rubber.

	"This is fuckin' messy," Vernon noted mildly as he relaxed after
unloading his cargo of wigglers.

	"I don't have anything..." Jiang Yi muttered, casting about.  "There
is a bathroom close by..."

	"Why don't you run or waddle or whatever to the bathroom and bring
back something?" Vernon suggested.

	'He seems less irritated...' Jiang Yi mused.  "All right..."

	Vernon unplugged, placing a hand under his shrinking, shit-covered
dick.  "Hurry!"  Jiang Yi waddled out, naked, her ass cheeks clenched, trying
to keep from gaping open and dribbling on the floor.

	Fred, standing in the hallway, discussing progress with Candace, eyed
this, amused.  "Got enough pussy on hand?" he asked Candace.

	"We've got three working, and one or two on standby," Candace
replied.  "Abigail isn't doing anything, but she can, and Janice has, so she
can.  In a pinch, I probably could.  Tabitha is working, of course --
although she wouldn't consider what she's doing as work -- and one of our
newer members is handling a team on the third floor, Toby told me."  She
watched Jiang Yi disappear into the bathroom.  "Jiang Yi is taking a personal
interest in the kitchen help."

	"Lookin' good," Fred grunted.  Louise might be coming around, but she
wasn't there yet.  Fred stood there, looking at Candace thoughtfully.

	Candace could read his mind without any problem.  Grinning, she said,
"Come on, I know what you want..."  Taking his hand, she led Fred into the
bedroom Toby had slept in the night before.  "I could use a little -- I
haven't been out in I don't know how long!"

	Less than five minutes later, she was undulating in orgasm under
Fred's urgent strokes, wailing, "Yeah!  Fuck me, Honey!  Beat me with that
thing!"  Fred wasn't Damian -- that was more a temperament thing -- but there
was nothing wrong with his technique or his equipment!  Candace gave herself
over to the joy of being pounded hard by a big cock with plenty of muscle
behind it.

	'Damn!' Fred grunted to himself, 'Pretty good shit!  I should have
done this before now!'  Damian wouldn't mind -- he had that slip, Alyssa.
Candace had a kid running around somewhere who might not be thrilled, but she
would only be an occasional piece, anyway...  It never occurred to Fred to
wonder why he'd never managed to meet Candace's boy, Lon...

	It was good, hard, pounding sex -- and it didn't last long, but
Candace got off twice and Fred got his and that was all they were there for.
When it was over, Fred climbed up off Candace and said, "Thanks!" and pulled
his jeans back on, and Candace said, "You're welcome!" and started getting
back into her tank top and shorts and that was it -- and it was all either of
them wanted from the episode.  It was 'Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am' -- and
that was how they wanted it...

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	Meanwhile, Toby and Amy called Terence from the speakerphone.  "Have
you spoken to Bonita recently?" Toby asked.

	Terence chuckled.  "She's in the car with me -- we're going to the
movies!"  Handing the phone to Bonita, he said, "Put it on speaker -- it's
Toby."

	"Hello, Toby?" Bonita ventured.

	"I'm here, too!" Amy announced herself.  "We were wondering if Julio
has said anything about what he did at the club the other night..."

	Bonita giggled.  "He asked me to make, um, 'a preliminary
investigation' into whether the girl might want to see him again..."

	"Oh, really?  That kind of dovetails with what we heard," Amy
replied.  "Did you know he had sex with Phyllis Horner last night?"

	"Why, no!" Bonita replied, eyes wide in shock.  "He just told me that
he took Gabriel to see Lillian..."

	"Phyllis had a construction guy over and he decided to share," Amy
related, giggling.  "I guess they did it a couple of times..."

	"Wow!  So what do you think that girl will say?" Bonita wanted to
know.

	"She'll say yes," Toby interjected.  "We'll call and check, but I'd
be willing to bet..."

	"Ooh, boy!" Bonita chuckled.  "That girl -- what is her name?"

	"Kelly," Toby supplied.

	"She was big -- but maybe not as big as Phyllis."

	"Yeah, maybe not," Amy agreed.  "We'll let you know..."

	"Okay!  Let's make Julio sweat a little -- he has a big head," Bonita
suggested.

	"He'll sweat when she gets her hooks into him!" Amy replied, "He'll
sweat plenty!"

	Bonita giggled.  "Yeah, maybe you're right.  He'll want to do things
the same way..."

	"Only we won't let him!" Amy retorted.  "Oh, we'll agree to it, but
there will be an 'accident'..."

	"Oh, BOY!"  Bonita's eyes watered, she laughed so hard!  "You'll
light the room?"

	"Oh, yeah!" Amy declared.

	"Oh, the sooner the better, then!" Bonita cackled.  Terence was
grinning from ear to ear.

	"We'll call you back with a day..." Toby announced, and broke the
connection.

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	"Kelly!  Phone!" Wanda Samuels announced, eyes dancing.

	"What?"  Kelly opened her bedroom door.

	"Here." Wanda handed Kelly the phone.

	"Hello?"

	"He wants to see you again."

	"WHAT?"

	"You heard me!" Amy couldn't suppress a giggle.

	"You're serious?"  Kelly's eyes got HUGE!  Wanda cackled.  "When?"

	"You tell us.  How about Tuesday?"

	Kelly pursed her lips.  "The same way, I bet."

	"Yeah, well, we figure once you've got him pinned to the bed, if the
lights come on..." Amy murmured.

	"You wouldn't!"

	"Why not?  He has to see you sooner or later!  If you're in control,
what's he gonna do?"

	"Well, never come back..."

	"You're gonna know who he is -- and where he lives...  And he's
ALREADY hooked..."

	"You're insane!"  But Kelly was grinning from ear to ear.

	"So how about Tuesday?" Amy asked.

	"Yeah, okay."

	"Okay, we'll bring you in about eight o'clock and schedule him for
thirty minutes later.  Sound good?"

	"Sounds GREAT!" Kelly bubbled.  "See you then!"  She handed the phone
back to her sister, a smile virtually transforming her face.  "Hey, Sis -- do
you think I've lost weight?  I swear..."

	"I KNOW I have!" Wanda declared.  "I think it's sex..."

	"I'm gonna go weigh myself!" Kelly announced, stumping off.  Thirty
seconds later, Wanda heard her shriek, "FIVE POUNDS!  I've lost FIVE POUNDS!"

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	Bonita didn't get home until after ten.  Julio was watching
television in the living room, alone.  "How is eight-thirty Tuesday?" Bonita
asked.

	"For what?" Julio frowned.

	"To meet that girl again, Big Brother -- you asked me to check into
it."  Bonita hid a smile.

	Julio looked mildly irritated; he didn't like having things dictated
to him.  "Why did you set a date?"

	"We needed to schedule the room..."  Bonita followed this with a
liquid shrug.  "I can tell them no.  I don't know when they could reschedule
for, but I'm sure you wouldn't have to wait long..."

	Julio sighed, exasperated.  "I'm sure it would be a long involved
procedure..."

	"Well, she isn't a member, either..." Bonita pointed out.

	"Very well," Julio grunted, rolling his eyes.  "I didn't ask you to
set a date..."

	"I could cancel it..."

	"No, no, expectations have been set, no doubt.  I will deal with it."

	"Very well..."  Bonita swept out of the room, through the dining room
and kitchen and out the back door before activating her cell phone, watching
the house.  "He said yes!  He was grumpy about having his schedule dictated
for him, but not enough to cancel the date!"

	"What do you think that means?" Amy giggled.  She was at home, as was
Toby -- the next day was a school day.

	"That he swallowed the affront to his ego to accept the date?  That
says so much..." Bonita giggled.

	"He's not gonna know what hit him!" Amy laughed.

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	Jiang Yi came home about six and very diffidently presented herself
before Poppa Frank.  "So, how's your kitchen?" Frank asked, killing a beer.

	"It's close, Frank.  The appliances arrive tomorrow, I think."

	"You be sure you're there to look 'em over," Frank grunted, "It's
Monday -- you ain't workin'."  He eyed her for a moment.  "So, did you do as
you were told?"

	"Yes, Frank," Jiang Yi bobbed her head.

	"Tell me."

	"I sucked one, and he fucked my ass," Jiang Yi related.  "The other
one... wouldn't play."  She wrung her hands.  "Frank, what did I do wrong?"
It was a wail.

	Frank eyed her.  "That's for me to know and you to worry about.
You're still a club bitch -- that means you're a bulls-eye for strange dick,
anyway.  This'll keep you from gettin' uppity, in any case."

	"What can I do for you, Frank?"

	Frank thought about it.  "Lessee.  Bring me a beer.  Figure out
what's for dinner.  And if you're bored after that, you can come in here and
soak my dick in spit for a while."

	"Yes, Frank."  Jiang Yi headed off.

	"And get nekkid!  We ain't expectin' company, and I might want to see
what the guy did to your ass!" Frank yelled over his shoulder.

	"Yes, Frank!"

	Frank chuckled evilly.

	Teela and Sonya watched all this from the top of the stairs.  Sonya
virtually lived there, now, and they'd deliberately taken up station to watch
for Jiang Yi's arrival.  Teela rolled her eyes and Sonya shook her head.
"You know she didn't do anything, right?" Teela whispered.

	"So you say."

	"Trust me -- I asked.  Poppa is just keeping your mom on her toes."

	"If he did that to me," Sonya whispered, "it would be horrible.  Mom,
though...  She seems to thrive on his abuse!"

	"I don't think either of them REALLY thinks of it as abuse," Teela
opined.  "I think it's more like Poppa is making sure that your mom knows
he's paying attention to her.  If he gives her a load of crap, she knows he's
paying attention and won't take any of hers."  Teela eyed Sonya, adding, "I
hear she can be a real mean bitch..."

	"She used to scare the shit out of the kitchen staff at the
restaurant," Sonya admitted, "and I've taken quite a bit of heat, one time or
another -- but not since Poppa Frank..."

	"See?" Teela shrugged.  "If it ain't broke, don't fix it..."

	"Yeah."  Sonya nodded.  "Speaking of broke...  Rick is taking you to
Homecoming, right?"

	"He's taking both of us, Sweetie.  We're his women, whether he likes
it or not!"  Frankly, Rick hadn't been complaining, of late...  "Come on, the
show's over."  Teela waved her virtual half-sister up and headed back to her
bedroom and the history paper she'd put off all weekend.

	Downstairs, Jiang Yi returned -- naked -- with a beer for Frank.
"It's my second," Frank grunted, eyeing her.  "There -- you didn't have to
find a way to ask.  So did that sumbitch like your asshole?  Turn around and
let me see it."

	"Yes, Frank -- he came, anyway."  Jiang Yi turned her back to him and
suffered various pokes and prods and squeezes.

	"In a rubber, right?" Frank clarified.

	"Yes, Frank."

	"Good.  You turn up pregnant or with the clap, I want to be able to
narrow the list of culprits to me."

	No one was in a position to see Jiang Yi's face as she processed that
remark, 'Pregnant?'  It was too bad -- Frank would have gotten a kick out of
it.

	"Awright, you're blockin' the TV.  What's for supper?"  Jiang Yi
shifted to her right, out of the way of the TV.

	"Be bim bop."  This was a Korean offering, fried egg, thinly sliced
beef and vegetables, preferably cooked in stone bowls and served over white
rice.

	"Good.  We got any kimchi?"

	"Yes, Frank."

	"Don't roll your eyes -- you like what that shit does to the taste of
my cum, anyway.  We've got Korean red chili sauce, too, right?"

	"Yes, Frank."

	"Put some on mine -- I know the girls can't handle it.  How long?"

	"Fifteen minutes, Frank."

	"Awright.  I figger you have to watch it, huh?"  Frank had never
looked at her throughout the entire conversation; his eyes were on the TV,
even while he accused her of rolling her eyes.  But he wasn't REALLY watching
TV -- he was just pretending -- and Jiang Yi knew it.

	"I have to cook the meat and the eggs..."

	Frank sighed and looked put-upon.  "So the blowjob will have to wait
until after supper, I guess."

	"I'm sorry."

	"Food's more important.  Go on, then."  He gave her ass a gentle
swat.  Jiang Yi minced off.

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	Luis Garza sat in his small apartment, looking at the untidy mess,
and thought about women -- women who cooked and cleaned -- and, most
important, drained a man's balls regularly.  Phyllis did all three -- and
while she wasn't a swimsuit model, Luis wasn't known for his collection of
swimsuit models -- or any other type of woman, for that matter.  When Luis
came at the whole thing from that direction, Phyllis was the best he'd ever
had!

	Was she objectionable?  Well, she was a little jiggly.  How bad was
that?  When Luis was a teenager, Phyllis wouldn't have gotten a second look,
but now?  Hey, it hadn't been a problem Saturday night or Sunday morning --
and it wasn't going to stop him from going back.  Was he in love?  No.  Was
he in lust?  Hell, yes!  Would lust morph into love, given time and a little
commitment on Phyllis' part?  Even Luis knew the answer to that; he was
slowing down already so she could catch him...  She was going to have to
accommodate his need to be the man and exercise his machismo -- but he'd
already seen the signs that she was fully capable of doing so.  The man-trap
had been sprung -- and Luis was well aware of the fact that it wouldn't kill
him.  Maybe he was lucky; without that weird revenge deal on Fred, this would
have never happened...

	It could still crash and burn -- but he was going back, probably
Monday.  And if it didn't, things were gonna be different -- for a while,
anyway.

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	Luis wasn't the only bachelor male with his leg in the mink-lined
trap -- Adele had invited Big Ed over for a home-cooked meal and some quiet
cuddling Saturday night and the pair were reaching the point where they were
becoming comfortable with one another.  Love wasn't going to be a word
bandied about in conversation for a while -- Ed was uncomfortable with the
concept -- but if pressed, Ed would admit reluctantly that he was fond of
Adele...  Someone once said that men disappoint women because they don't
change, and women disappoint men because they do; Ed was a bachelor and knew
nothing else -- and would be a slow learner, even though he saw the benefits
clearly.  Women just hadn't been a feature in his life -- not because he
didn't want one, but rather because he just wasn't in demand -- so at this
late date he had no idea how to fit one in and no real expectation that it
would be permanent.  After all, it hadn't happened to date...  Ed fully
expected that he would go over to Adele's house one evening and she would get
pissed because he got axle grease on the couch or something and that would be
the end of women -- for the rest of his life.  Did he want that?  No.  HELL,
no!  With every visit, he became more addicted!  But he had no idea how on
Earth he was going to keep it from happening...  In the meantime, he tried to
make sure he was clean and on good behavior -- not his best, because Adele
seemed to like it when he was a little rough and raunchy.  They talked, but
he avoided some subjects because he didn't want to offend her.  That ass of
hers, for instance -- he'd like to try it -- but the hankering wasn't so bad
that he wanted to chance losing access to Adele's pussy by pissing her off,
asking for it!  That little titless slip of a daughter of hers sat around
eyeing him all the time, licking her lips -- she was scary, that one, but
everybody said that every male who came through the door got a blowjob from
her.  He hadn't, and he wouldn't ask because the very fact that he was exempt
from the rule was an indication of his favored status with Adele -- but what
would happen if one dark night he had a moment of weakness and the little
shit blew him?  Would he find his big ass on the doorstep when Adele found
out?  Ed was male, after all, and for a male, sex is about opportunity -- and
Brie CERTAINLY offered an opportunity -- and for something a little exotic,
at that!  Was Ed a pedophile?  Fuck no!  But if that little Lolita crawled
into his lap and batted her big brown eyes at him and started playing with
his cock, who was exploiting who?

	THAT was the kind of thing that made Big Ed leery and reduced his
expectations...