Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 12 of 88
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The Governor of the colony of Nuevo Angelino recognizes that the ad-
hoc educational system in use in his colony isn't producing sponsors -- so he
sends a team to Earth to collect some professional educators with a
Confederacy perspective.  This results in a new and unusual kind of pickup...

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Fdom

The Academy

Chapter 12

Frieda:

	"So we come back to my original question," Jack murmured.  "What
would you do to get off this rock?"

	THIS time, I was up for it!  "Anything.  Name it."

	"Are you a virgin?"

	"Technically -- in one hole," I answered, then went for shock value,
"My stepdad and his brother left my pussy alone." Beth let out a gasp and I
added, "Probably because I wasn't quite eleven when Mom filed for divorce,
and she warned him that if he gave us trouble he would go away for
pedophilia."

	"You were still lucky, I bet," Jack opined.

	So much for shock value...  I eyed him, "You're not surprised."

	"I've seen your CAP scores -- or had them interpreted for me,
anyway," Jack replied.  "I don't want to be seen as an abuser; would you give
it to me?"

	"You're fine -- we understand each other.  You're not trying to tell
me you love me and that I ought to be nice to you," I told him.  "I'd be
happy to fuck you."

	"God..."  Beth covered her face.  Beth knew a little bit, but I'd
never gone into the gory details...

	"It's all right, Sweetie," I told her, patting her shoulder.  "Jack
is handling things just right.  He's not being mean -- he's telling me what I
need to hear -- straight up, the way I need to hear it."  I turned to Jack.
"You know a shrink?"

	"I know an AI," he replied.  After a second, he added, "I could pass
on the test drive, but that would be doing both of us a disservice, wouldn't
it?"

	He was right...  "Yeah," I agreed.  "You wouldn't know if I was any
good, and I would feel like a charity case -- like I hadn't earned it.  What
do you want?  Name it.  The cherry is no problem -- I've been wanting to get
rid of that for years."

	"How's your head?" Jack asked.  He wasn't talking about the one on my
shoulders; he wanted to know how I GAVE head...

	"I'm out of practice," I replied honestly, "but I'm told it's like
riding a bicycle."

	Jack nodded and patted the bench on his left.  "Get naked and climb
up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob."  Then he patted the bench on
his right.  "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to learn how."

	I started undressing, then caught Beth dithering, "Sweetie, I can
walk, but YOU have NO CHOICE!  Get moving -- your man gave you an
instruction!"  I undid my jeans and stepped out of them.

	"Jack?" Beth gulped.

	"Now, Babe," Jack said gently.  "Don't worry -- I can empty the place
if I have to.  Nobody is going to do anything."  He was real gentle with her
-- it was SOOO cute...  Finally, she settled down and got on with it.

	I crawled up on the bench and went digging in Jack's pants for my new
toy.  It was NICE!  A BIG sucker!  Circumcised, too!  I told Beth, "You hit
the jackpot here, Sweetie -- this thing is BEAUTIFUL!  And a good two inches
longer than Uncle Bart's..."  I couldn't WAIT to taste it....  "Cut, too!  No
nasty goo under the foreskin..."  I worked it like a popsicle a couple of
times, sucking it in, tasting his pre-cum... "Yeah, just like riding a
bicycle..."  I went for it then, taking the huge joint all the way, lodging
it in my throat.  I hadn't done that in a LOOONG time, but once upon a time,
I'd been quite practiced at it...

	"Holy shit!" Jack gasped, stiffening.

	Secure in the knowledge that I'd made an impression, I swallowed
around it, then popped back off it, smiling.  "Am I passing?"

	"Oh, yeah..." Jack gasped, looking dazed.

	"Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart weren't this big -- but I was a lot
younger, too, so I had to learn deep throat," I told him.  "It still works, I
see..."

	"I hope they're under a jail somewhere," Jack croaked, "but..."

	I grinned.  "Yeah -- you reap the benefits..."  Turning to Beth, I
said, "Come closer, Sweetie, and let Auntie Frieda teach you all about
sucking dicks..."

	We took turns.  I would give him a stroke or two, then pop up and
hand off to Beth while critiquing her performance.  Jack slouched back and
enjoyed it -- and that was his job, wasn't it?  I didn't mind; I was having a
gay old time!  This was a fantasy come true!

	Jock came around sniffing after some, and Jack told him he could
fucking forget it!  That wasn't good enough for me -- I let him have both
barrels!  "You had probably fifty opportunities, and you blew it, Buster!
Now he owns me -- and YOU'RE out of luck!  HA HA HA!"

	Jack grinned at him and told him to get the fuck out -- and I think
it tickled him, because suddenly he was holding my head in place while he
poured cum in my mouth!  No problem -- I LOVE cum!  Uncle Bart's fuck juice
used to be my favorite snack -- and Jack's tasted better, if anything!  I
made sure he got everything he was going to out of his orgasm, then pulled
Beth over and snowballed her; she needed to learn how to handle her man's
cum!  She was surprised -- first from the kiss, then from me unloading baby-
juice in her mouth -- but she handled it like a trouper...

	"Good stuff, huh?" I grinned, backing off.

	Beth gulped and nodded, then grinned back.  "Thtickth in my
bratheth..."

	"It's a snack for later," I chuckled.  That lisp...  I figure Jack
thinks it's hot.  Maybe it is...

	The waitress showed up about then.  "You wanted something?" she
asked.  I swear to God her knees were knocking...

	"Another beer for me and two more margaritas for my girls," Jack
replied.

	"I didn't expect this, earlier," she muttered.

	Jack proceeded to bait her, "They tended to do this kind of thing,
didn't they?" he asked, meaning Troy and Tony.

	"Well, yeah."  She turned pink.

	"And management tolerates it," Jack pressed.  She admitted it.  "Yet
you work here..."

	"I..."  There wasn't shit she could say -- and she knew it.

	"Bring us our drinks, Honey."  Jack waved her off.

	I felt a little sympathy, so I muttered, "You were rough on her."

	"When did you see them pass around that girl?" Jack asked.

	'Uh oh -- now it's MY turn!'  "It's been months."

	"How many times do you figure it's happened?" Jack pressed.

	"Several..."

	"And she's still working here," Jack accused.  "She's a cocktail
waitress -- she can find work elsewhere.  She likes it.  She likes to watch.
The bartender is probably fucking her."

	'Shit, he's got HER number, too!' I realized.  "So she has issues.
Sounds like concubine material."  Eyeing Jack sidelong, I changed the
subject, "So, did I pass?"

	He pulled me against him.  "You pass.  Welcome to sex slavery."

	"Promise me you'll fuck me soon," I whispered.

	"You're not allowed to make demands," he replied.

	"Yes, Master," I grinned.  Sure, I can do the slave girl thing...
"Can I beg a lot?"

	"That's allowed."  But Jack turned his attention to Beth at that
point.  I got it; Beth was gonna need reassurance that she hadn't fucked up
asking Jack to pull me in...

	The waitress came back, and I realized that she might be fun.  "Can I
play with her?"

	"Okay."

	I went right to work...  "Stay a while, Honey.  Pull up a chair -- we
know you like to watch."  The waitress froze and looked over at the bar,
licking her lips before taking the bait.  Yeah, she was hooked, all right.  I
could tell -- largely because I had no reason to talk...

	Jack sat back, grinning, his arms around us, mauling my left nipple
and Beth's right for the waitress's entertainment, and let me work. "Are you
married, Honey, or do you just wear that ring to keep the flies away?" I
asked.  "Where's your old man?"

	The waitress flicked a transparent glance at Jack before replying,
"God knows.  Technically, I'm still married -- but it's only because I can't
find him to serve papers.  He hasn't done nothing for me for a while..."  You
ever wonder why all black chicks fracture English the same way?  I mean, they
went to the same English classes I went to, didn't they?  Fuck it...  "How
many kids?"

	"Three.  A boy and two girls.  How did you know?"

	"You've got the look."  'DUH!  You've got a baby roll, Honey, and
those jugs have been full of milk...' "So how often do you have to fuck the
bartender?"

	Watching her eyes bug was sweeeet!  Finally, she dropped her eyes to
the table top and muttered, "Depends.  He likes white chicks better -- and
the other waitress is white.  Still, she isn't on and you've probably stirred
him up -- I'll probably have to give him a blowjob, anyway, tonight.
Otherwise?  Every couple of weeks.  Longer than that if Troy and Tony drum up
anything.  Like I said, he prefers white chicks."

	"Is it a problem?" I asked.

	"Not usually."  She put her head down and I knew I could dig some
more...

	"Come on, Honey..."

	"I'm gonna want more tonight," she whispered, blushing.

	Yeah, I knew she was good for it!  I turned my head and regarded my
new master, "You like chocolate, Jack?"

	He blinked. "Don't know -- never tried it.  But I've got my hands
full."  He was looking at her, though.

	I was, too, out of the corner of my eye.  She didn't disappoint;
she'd have gotten under the table and blown him right there...  I shrugged.
"What's your name, Honey?"

	"Tara."

	"You like your men to be able to handle themselves, don't you,
Honey?" I teased.

	"Yes."  Tara licked her lips.

	"In fact, I bet you like it for them to handle YOU..." I twisted the
knife.

	That did it!  "I... gotta go.  Other customers..." She was OUTTA
there!

	I leaned against Jack's shoulder and giggled.  "How many women can
you have, anyway, Jack?"

	Jack blinked.  "You know, I really haven't asked.  I'm at four now."
Guys are such simple creatures...  Oh, they aren't stupid -- they just go at
everything via the front door, you know?

	"Maybe you should," I teased.  "How many do you think you can
handle?"  He was hard; I reached into his lap and started playing with that
hot, sweet cock.  I could smell his brain cells burning -- but I was messing
with his attention span...

	"Stop that, you!  You're distracting me!" he grunted

	"Yes... Master..."  I grinned from ear to ear.

	"Drink up -- we're about done here, I think," Jack announced, then
softened it with words to the effect of 'Don't choke or anything.'

	"Okay," I replied.  "We can watch the boys watch us.  Beth, Sweetie,
wiggle your shoulders."  The results were HILARIOUS!  I bet six of them went
cross-eyed!

	Beth didn't get it.  "Why would they look at these floppy things?"

	"It's how we're wired, Babe, it's how we're wired..." Jack told her,
mauling her right jug.

	After a while, Jack sent us off to the Ladies Room to dress, and when
we came out, it was time to leave.  Jock, the idiot fuck, actually yelled,
"Come back and see us!"

	Once in the car and moving, Jack asked Beth if there was any reason
to go to her place.

	Beth shrugged.  "I don't know, Jack.  Daddy might need to talk to
you..."

	Jack nodded and announced that we would all collect cars and head
over to Beth's -- but we might end up sleeping at his place.  That worked for
me...  He and Beth were playing touchie-feelie games in the front seat, so I
sat up and reached over the seat to rub his chest -- but Jack ordered me to
put on a seat belt; something about not wanting me to go flying through the
windshield if he forgot to pay attention to his driving.

	"No blowjobs in the car, then?" I teased.

	"Not while moving, anyway."

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Oliver:

	I had to start somewhere, so I had Vera leave the babydoll nightie on
-- without the panty; after all, I CERTAINLY enjoyed looking at her in it!
Besides, for once, things were all about me...

	Whether Jack would bring Beth home was open to question; they'd
talked about it, but as ten p.m. arrived and neither Beth nor Jack had showed
up, it began to look like they'd gone elsewhere.  A few minutes after,
though, Beth's key turned in the lock.  I nudged Vera, directing, "Go greet
them."

	The joker in the deck was Beth's friend Frieda.  As she came through
the door, Vera looked back at me, stricken, but I shook my head and pointed
at the door.  "Good evening," Vera croaked formally.

	Beth stepped up to give her mother a hug and Jack stopped and stood
in the background, watching the pair, but Frieda said, "Nice outfit, Mrs. H!"

	Vera opened her mouth to say something, but Jack, sensing an
opportunity, no doubt, interjected, "Vera is no longer married; she became a
concubine this morning."

	Vera paled and staggered as if she'd been struck; Frieda ignored it,
her attention on Jack.  "Yours?"

	Jack, however, nodded at me.  "Oliver's."

	"Sweeet!" Frieda exclaimed.  "That's pretty much everybody, I guess."
She turned to Beth.  "Did you bring yours in?"

	Beth blinked.  "No..."  She glanced at Jack, who frowned in thought,
then nodded at the door.

	As Beth reached the door, Frieda announced, "I don't have one."  Then
with an impish expression, she added, "Guess I'll have to go naked!"

	That got a gasp from Vera and a gasp from Beth -- and a gasp from me,
too, actually.  Jack cleared his throat and said, "I've, uh, taken on
Frieda..."

	I grinned at him.  "My condolences."  The girl was DEFINITELY a
handful!

	Jack looked bemused and turned to Beth, who had stopped in the door.
"Go get it -- I want to see it."  Beth nodded and resumed her errand.

	I became aware that Vera was covering her breasts and her crotch with
her hands.  "Vera!"  I said sharply, "Drop your hands!"

	"Ollie!" Vera turned to me and pled.

	"Now!" I reiterated.  "Hands at your sides, hanging naturally.  You
are on display -- BE on display!"  I watched as Vera stood there and worked
to regain her dignity.  When she had control, she turned back to Jack.  "Can
I get you anything?"

	"We just came from drinks and dinner," Jack replied -- but he gave
Vera the once-over, deliberately, from head to foot.  She blushed scarlet.
Addressing me, he said, "There are other things that can be done.  Even
holding her wrists behind her back will pull her shoulders back and raise her
chest."

	I didn't have to say anything -- a look told Vera to comply.  I knew
she was suffering from the humiliation -- but I also knew it was good for
her.

	Jack turned to Frieda.  "Our host's concubine is uncomfortable.  Get
naked."

	"Yes, Boss." Frieda had no issues with the directive, apparently; she
started divesting herself of her clothing, right where she stood.

	Vera eyed Jack.  "Why her?"

	"Beth asked me to," was the answer Jack gave.

	"Don't worry," Frieda told Vera, "The LAST thing I would EVER do is
fuck this up for Beth."

	Beth came back in then with a bag in her hands.  Jack turned to her
and said, "Go dress as your mother is.  Take Frieda.  If you can't find
anything for her to wear, she can stay naked, but I'm looking for basically
this standard."  He waved at Vera.

	"Yes, Jack."  My daughter ducked her head obediently and led Frieda
upstairs.

	Jack settled into a chair, sighing.  "So how's it going?"

	"Differently," I admitted, patting the couch beside me Vera arranged
herself there more or less as she had been when the others arrived.  I
resumed what I'd been doing -- fondling her right breast; she blushed a bit,
but said nothing.  "We've realized that our roles really ARE oriented
properly, but both of us are used to pretending otherwise."

	"I'd say things are moving in the proper direction," Jack opined.
"New concubines generally have a thing with nudity, embarrassment, and
humiliation.  On colony ships, we tend to enforce it until they get used to
it.  Here, the environment really doesn't support that, but you seem to be
moving in the right direction."

	"The lingerie thing wasn't my idea," I admitted, "but I'm enjoying
it."

	"Vera's thinking, then, obviously," Jack smiled.

	"Actually, it was Beth," Vera admitted.  "I guess she discovered last
night that her sleepwear isn't fetching."

	Jack pursed his lips and nodded.  "I wanted her nude, but she has a
body image issue."

	Vera shrugged.  "Well, she's not..."

	"Actually, she is," Jack broke in.  "To me, anyway.  Weird as it may
seem, I've seen enough supermodels to last me a lifetime.  Confederacy
medical technology can body-sculpt just about anyone -- and does.  Beth is...
natural..."

	I don't know which of us was more flabbergasted -- Vera or myself!
After I'd gathered myself a bit, I asked, "So what are your plans for the
evening?"

	Jack smiled.  "I think that if my concubines have any say in the
matter, we're going to be having a lot of noisy sex."  He eyed me, "I can
take them to my hotel room if you like..."

	I thought about it.  "No, that's not necessary, as long as you're
comfortable."

	Beth and Frieda came down the stairs at that point, Beth dressed in a
babydoll identical to Vera's and Frieda in some high-necked but filmy thing.
Such was the size difference between herself and Beth that the arm holes on
the thing displayed the sides of her conical breasts and the whole thing
floated around her a bit.  Frieda -- being Frieda -- bunched the fabric
between her breasts, reorienting things so they stuck out the armholes -- and
stuck her tongue out, into the bargain.

	Jack rolled his eyes.  "She's somewhat irreverent..."

	"Somewhat," I agreed.

	Looking somewhat put upon, Jack turned to Frieda.  "Take it off,
then.  Beth, give us a spin so I can see the full effect, then take yours
off, too."

	"Jack!" Beth gasped, "That's my DADDY!"

	"Beth!" I snapped, exercising the voice of parental authority, "Do as
you're told, Young Lady!"  I'm not sure where it came from, but I'm sure it
was the correct thing; Beth and Vera were both shocked, however.

	"I..."  Beth looked back and forth between us.  Then she slowly did a
three-hundred-sixty degree spin for Jack, collected the hem of the nightie
and pulled it over her head.

	Jack flicked his eyes at Vera, but I was ahead of him.  "Vera..."

	Vera gave me a look of exasperation, but got up, removed her
clothing, and resumed her position against me.  I resumed fondling her
breast.  Jack pulled his girls onto the chair arms -- Frieda seemed much more
comfortable with the whole thing than Beth, but my daughter DID get the
point, eventually.  Jack turned to me and said, "So, what's on television?"

	They stayed the night -- and had noisy sex in Beth's room.  But then,
we did, too, in ours...

Beth:

	What a night!  It seemed like I went from one period of stress and
fear to the next!  First, Jack and Frieda did NOT hit it off -- and THAT
sucked, because unlike the usual situation when your lover and your best
friend don't get along, we didn't have TIME for it to sort itself out!  Only
Jack could win -- I was going with him, regardless, and that wouldn't --
couldn't -- change; the question was whether Frieda would just lose, or lose
BIG!

	Jack isn't much of a liar; he had nothing prepared for Frieda in the
way of safe answers to her questions -- and I don't think my efforts helped
much.  When Jack got up and went off to the bathroom, I was afraid I wasn't
going to be able to help Frieda...

	I didn't even get a chance to talk to her about it!  Suddenly, Troy
and Tony were hanging over us, out of nowhere!  I have NO IDEA why they came
rushing over after all this time, but BANG!  There they were -- and they
weren't even particularly nice about it!  When Jack got back, things spiraled
RAPIDLY out of control -- but Jack did some AMAZING things and Troy and Tony
were out for the count!  Frieda thought it was cool, but I nearly peed my
pants!

	Jack seemed inclined to stay, but the waitress seemed worried that
Troy and Tony might get really stupid, so we left -- and walked RIGHT INTO it
in the parking lot!  Jack did Troy AGAIN and then put him in Tony's truck;
Tony had better sense, I guess.  Anyway, they left -- and Jack decided that
it was safe, so we went BACK inside, instead of going home so I could recover
from the excitement!

	Ever since the whole Troy and Tony thing started, there had suddenly
been this side thing between Jack and Frieda; it was like Jack heard
something I didn't while they were talking -- something personal to Frieda.
From what I could tell, Jack was just asking questions about Troy and Tony --
but it seemed like they were on a different wavelength or something; I
couldn't figure it out.  But based upon one of those questions, Jack settled
us in a different spot in the back of the bar -- and Frieda looked guilty
about it.

	The bartender came over and I was amazed AGAIN!  I hadn't seen any
gun in the parking lot, but Jack fished some pieces of one out of his pocket
and handed them to the bartender, telling him the rest of the thing was
outside!  OMIGAWD!  The whole thing had been even uglier than it looked!

	Then Jack fished out the GameBoy that hypnotizes people and handed it
to Frieda -- and Frieda went bye bye...  That was the first indication that I
had that Jack had decided to do anything for Frieda and I was so happy...

	Frieda was elsewhere for a couple of minutes -- then suddenly, she
was back, tossing the thing on the table, saying, "That's all it does?"  I
nearly choked on my margarita...

	So Jack got down to business -- and as usual between him and Frieda,
it didn't start well.  I mean, okay, I KNOW I'm a sheep -- but Frieda HAD to
remind me how much wiser she was in the ways of the world...  She was rude
and crude about it, too, as usual -- talking about Jack tying a piece of
twine around my neck and leading me around and how under the proper
conditions she would be HAPPY to jump on his penis -- but that's just
Frieda...

	Fortunately, I had a plan; I put my hand on Jack's and asked, "Jack,
can I handle this?"

	Jack gave me the nod and I reached into my purse and pulled out my
'marriage certificate' and handed it to Frieda, saying, "Read this."  Okay,
so it's not a marriage certificate -- if anything, it's a bill of sale,
showing that I'd sold myself into slavery -- but it was a VERY clear way to
get my point across!  It got Frieda's attention in about two seconds!

	Characteristically, she asked Jack -- rather than me -- whether it
was genuine -- and Jack had no idea what I'd given her, which worked in my
favor, too, as it helped prove that it was.

	After that, it took one question for Frieda to make the leap -- and,
being Frieda, she had to make a joke of it...  "Could I, like, get a dog
collar?"

	Jack played along, asking her if she wanted spikes or studs...  I
sure hope Jack doesn't get tired of me -- I'm too slow to come up with quick,
cute remarks.  I WAS rather proud of myself over the whole document thing,
though...

	So Frieda asked, "What am I signing up for, exactly?" and Jack
replied, "The standard concubine thing...  I'm doing this for Beth; I don't
promise love, although I love Beth and I love both of my other concubines --
it's way too early for that.  But if it works, it works."

	That bothered me; I could see Frieda balking.  It was kind of harsh.
Oddly, Frieda was good with it.  Frieda glanced down at the paper.  "This was
effective last night."

	"That's right," Jack agreed.

	"When are you leaving?" she asked.

	"Saturday."

	"If I say yes, when is it effective?"

	"As soon as you pass the test drive," Jack told her.  I was, like,
'Test drive?'  Frieda didn't even, blink, though, and Jack moved on... "So we
come back to my original question -- what would you do to get off this rock?"

	Frieda put on her game face, "Anything.  Name it."

	"Are you a virgin?" Jack asked.

	"Technically -- in one hole.  My stepdad and his brother left my
pussy alone," Frieda replied.  "Probably because I wasn't quite eleven when
Mom filed for divorce, and she warned him that if he gave us trouble he would
go away for pedophilia."

	I was FLOORED!  Frieda and I had skirted around this topic some, one
time or another, but she just unloaded it on Jack like it was a weather
report!  Even weirder was the fact that Jack didn't seem to be any too
surprised -- something about having had her CAP scores analyzed...  Then he
said, "I don't want to be seen as an abuser; would you give it to me?"

	"You're fine -- we understand each other.  You're not trying to tell
me you love me and that I ought to be nice to you," Frieda replied in a flat
voice.  "I'd be happy to fuck you."

	Good old Frieda -- if it's rude, crude or socially unacceptable,
that's how she'll put it.  Frieda would tear up a church picnic -- on
purpose!

	"It's all right, Sweetie," Frieda told me, patting me on the
shoulder.  "Jack is handling things just right.  He's not being mean -- he's
telling me what I need to hear -- straight up, the way I need to hear it."
She eyed Jack.  "You know a shrink?"

	"I know an AI," Jack replied -- whatever THAT means!  "I could pass
on the test drive, but that would be doing both of us a disservice, wouldn't
it?" he asked.

	Frieda seemed happy with the idea...  "Yeah.  You wouldn't know if I
was any good, and I would feel like a charity case -- like I hadn't earned
it.  What do you want?  Name it.  The cherry is no problem -- I've been
wanting to get rid of that for years."

	"How's your head?" Jack asked.

	"I'm out of practice -- but I'm told it's like riding a bicycle,"
Frieda replied, her eyes on Jack's.

	Stupid me, I thought he was talking about her head!  "Get naked and
climb up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob," Jack directed, patting
the bench on his right.  "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to
learn how."

	"I was like, 'What?'  But Frieda was in there pushing, making sure I
didn't screw up...  "Sweetie, I can walk, but YOU have NO CHOICE!  Get moving
-- your man gave you an instruction!"

	Still, this was kinda out there, you know?  It was VERY public!  But
it was what Jack wanted...  Besides, Frieda was almost naked already!  I
wasn't even ABLE to look toward the bar, but I got out of my clothes and
climbed up on the bench just in time for Frieda to announce, "You hit the
jackpot here, Sweetie -- this thing is BEAUTIFUL!  And a good two inches
longer than Uncle Bart's..."  Then she just SWALLOWED the thing!  And it's
HUGE, you know?  Just, 'Glurk!' -- and her nose was in his pubic hair!  I
could tell Jack was shocked, too -- but he was enjoying it!  Then she pops up
and talks about how her stepdad and her uncle used to require her to be good
at it, like it was the most normal thing in the world...  Still, when she
looked up at me with that smile on her face and said, "Come closer, Sweetie,
and let Auntie Frieda teach you all about sucking dicks..." I knew what I was
supposed to be doing.  Actually, having my head down, either watching Frieda
or trying to copy her, was easier to deal with than thinking about everybody
watching, so it was easy to throw myself into it.

	I remember one break, towards the end of things.  The bartender came
up and started talking to Jack.  Frieda popped up and lit into the guy!  "You
had probably fifty opportunities, and you blew it, Buster!  Now he owns me --
and YOU'RE out of luck!  HA HA HA!" she announced sarcastically.  That put an
end to THAT!

	It also put an end to the blowjob, apparently, because Jack lost it
real soon after!  He held Frieda's head down (which made me glad it wasn't ME
down there) telling her to finish him; Frieda didn't seem to have any problem
with it.  Then she shocked me --twice -- first by wanting to kiss, then by
shoving cum in my mouth!  It was cool, though; it tasted okay, but seemed to
coat my braces.  Fun, you know?  Naughty.  Sort of what I'd expect from
Frieda...

	The waitress showed up and Jack ordered more drinks -- then she said
something and he started riding her for tolerating the kind of thing we were
doing.  Frieda tried to come to her rescue, but Jack just said that the woman
was there because she liked it -- or she wouldn't be there.

	Frieda's attitude was like, "Yeah?  So?"  She asked Jack if she was
in and he grinned and said yes.  Then they went back and forth over whether
she was allowed to ask him to fuck her -- typical Frieda stuff, from a banter
point of view.

	The waitress came back and she was acting chastened, so Frieda saw an
opportunity to mess with her, "Stay a while, Honey.  Pull up a chair -- we
know you like to watch."  This embarrassed the waitress - but she sat.

	Jack pulled me to him, which caused me to come up against something
he'd put in the seat; I picked it up and put it in my lap.  Jack whispered to
me, "Don't pull the trigger -- you won't like the result."  I hadn't realized
that the thing was a weapon; it looked sorta like, well, brass knuckles --
but a trigger?  Jack just grinned and played with my right nipple.

	Meanwhile, Frieda was questioning the waitress; evidently, she was
married, but the guy was a scumbag, and she had a couple of kids.  She was
older and black.  After a couple of innocuous questions, Frieda unloaded on
her, "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?"

	Okay, I can't do it, and I get to be Frieda's practice dummy a lot --
but I DO like watching the result when Frieda gets one in!  She did this
time; the black woman took it like a slap in the face!  Then, oddly, she
answered Frieda, saying, "Depends.  He likes white chicks better -- and the
other waitress is white.  Still, she isn't on and you've probably stirred him
up -- I'll probably have to give him a blowjob, anyway, tonight.  Otherwise?
Every couple of weeks.  Longer than that if Troy and Tony drum up anything.
Like I said, he prefers white chicks."

	I was surprised, but Frieda kept probing -- and it turned out that
the waitress -- Tara -- apparently didn't mind all that much...

	Frieda was recruiting, apparently.  "You like chocolate, Jack?"

	Jack hesitated and said he didn't know; I think Frieda surprised him.
Frieda went back to baiting poor Tara until she said something that
frightened her off, then she started quizzing Jack about how many women he
could handle.  Jack shut her down and settled back to watch while Frieda and
I did things to tease the customers.  It was humiliating and embarrassing,
but there was a power trip to it, too, so it was exciting and arousing!  I
got wet and drippy watching hot male eyes track my poor floppy boobies; why
anyone would want to wasn't clear, but they were doing it...  After a bit,
Jack announced that it was time to go, so we went and got dressed and headed
out.

	Once in the car, Jack asked if there was any reason to go to my
house.  I thought Daddy might want to talk to him, so we went back to the
store and collected our cars and convoyed home...