Chapter 29

Those who went on to Beth's -- everyone but Candace -- arrived somewhat washed-out. Both Beth and Toby took note of this -- Beth sadly, and Toby with an eye toward fixing the problem...

Parking everyone in the living room, Beth got down to business. "So what's up, exactly?"

"I want medical supervision," Lon announced, "while I pierce Sally's pussy lips!"

"Oh!" Beth blinked. "What for?"

"This." Lon reached in his bag of supplies and fished out the picture.

"Oh, WOW!" Beth's eyes popped. She locked eyes with Sally, "You've seen this? You know what's up?"

"Yes," Sally affirmed. "I'm all for it!"

"I would be, too," Beth replied, eyeing the picture hungrily. "This is HOT!"

"I think so, too!" Teela interjected, "but I'm content to watch. Maybe Lon can do my clit hood or something, sometime..." Brie, viewing the picture for the first time, went goggle-eyed.

"This looks involved," Beth mused. "What do you know about it?"

Lon fished a stack of papers out of his supply bag. "Quite a lot -- I wouldn't do something like this on the spur of the moment!" He handed the materials to Beth, who began perusing them.

"What else do you have there?" Beth asked.

"The materials to do the piercings with," Lon replied.

Beth nodded and glanced around; Sally was a big girl, after all -- too big to try to drape across the coffee table. "Let's lay things out on the kitchen table."

For the next fifteen minutes, Beth assumed her professional persona, examining Lon's collection of documents and materials. When she was finished, she asked, "Have you ever done this? Some people surprise themselves over the sight of blood. Do you have any idea what it's going to feel like?"

"I've been practicing on fruit and such, to get the proper depth," Lon replied. "And I poked myself a few times in the arm..."

"This isn't her arm you're talking about, but the flesh is somewhat similar," Beth replied. "Let's see what you have here..."

Lon had some hollow needles and several rings. "These are called captive bead rings," he explained. "You hold them open with special pliers and put the bead between the tips. They're good in that they tend not to catch on things and they will work with the lock..." He brandished the lock, a specially made item with a curved shackle that could be removed totally.

"You won't be able to use that right away," Beth pointed out.

"I know," Lon agreed. "She'll need to heal for a couple of weeks at least, then I have some larger rings that are light but can be run between the pairs..."

"Six to eight weeks, more like," Beth argued.

Lon shrugged. "For the lock, certainly. But I want her protected before school starts."

"Protected..." Beth tasted the word. "We'll see. I'm going to want to see you every couple of days, Sweetie, until these things are well along in the healing process."

"Okay," Sally agreed.

"What does her mother say?" Beth asked Lon, knowing the answer.

"She doesn't get a say," Lon replied, eyeing Sally. Sally looked back, apparently unperturbed.

Beth knew that she could complain about it -- and possibly alienate Lon -- or let it go; she chose the latter. "So, where, then?"

"On the table?" Lon asked.

Beth thought about it. "It's sturdy -- but I'll want to wipe it down with something, first. Get out of your clothes, Sweetie," she directed Sally, then left the room.

Sally got out of everything; when Beth got back, she muttered, "I guess you could have left the top on..." She poured alcohol on the tabletop and wiped it up with paper towels, twice. "Okay, up you go."

For Sally's mons, Beth produced Betadine. "The color will be an issue for a couple of days," she related, "but you're not going to be showing it off, anyway." She wiped Sally down thoroughly. "You're drippy," she observed.

"Yeah," Sally blushed.

"You may dry right up the first time he pokes you," Beth chuckled. She handed Lon some rubber gloves. "Shall we?"

Lon nodded. Producing the lock, he placed it against Sally's mons. We need two up here..." he indicated the shackle end. "And two down here, near the opening..."

Beth produced a marker. "Here, then?" She made some dots. "And here?"

Lon replaced the lock. "Yeah," he agreed.

"Do you want to start at the top, where it's easier?" Beth asked.

"Only if it doesn't bring me problems later," Lon replied, totally intent on what he was doing.

Sally, sitting there on the table with her legs splayed, asked nervously, "Is it going to hurt more in any one place?"

Beth thought about it. "Probably not. It's a degree of difficulty thing. I think he'll be more comfortable after he's done one or two, so I suggest starting at the top."

"Okay," Sally said faintly. Now that the moment was here, she was getting fluttery...

Beth pulled Lon aside. "Faster is better at this point," she counseled. "Did you practice with the clamp?"

"Well, not a lot..." Lon admitted.

"Want me to hold the clamp?"

"Okay."

"Let's do it, then. Get a needle..." Lon did so. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

"We're gonna do this so fast..." Beth whispered. "I'm gonna talk to her; don't pay any attention -- just watch me clamp it and go for it, okay?" Lon nodded. "Here we go..." Approaching Sally, she said, "So, Sally, do you use an electric razor down here?"

"Uhhh..." Sally glanced up at Beth confused -- but Beth was clamping her left labia... "Ouch!" She looked down to see Lon reaching for a ring; there was a needle through her outer lip... "Uuuhhh..." She watched Lon follow the needle with the open end of the ring, blankly. "Razor?" Lon was pushing the ring through and rotating it -- and Sally was still dealing with her surprise.

Lon picked up the pliers and the bead, wedged open the ring, and seated the bead. "So, what do you think?"

Beth examined the piercing closely. "Nice job." She sopped up the little bit of blood present with a gauze pad. "How was it?" she asked Sally.

"Quick..." Sally looked a little shocky. "It stings a little, but it was over before I really realized..."

Beth grinned. "Old nurse trick -- I distracted you."

"I noticed that you clamped more flesh than I expected..." Lon ventured.

"You don't want it just hanging in a fold of skin," Beth replied. "Was the skin puncture what you expected?"

"More like an apple than an orange," Lon mused. "Even thinner than a banana. Good thing I did my arm." He eyed Beth. "Again?"

"Ready when you are."

Sally looked back and forth from Beth to Lon. The piercing stung, but it wasn't anything unbearable. She felt oddly helpless, like she couldn't move; there was pain, but not a lot of fear. The two of them were acting like a practiced medical team, rather than -- what? -- torturers? A tattoo artist? They were reassuring, in any case...

Lon picked up another sterile needle and unwrapped it; Beth stepped around to his left and gently clamped up a hunk of Sally's right nether lip -- and Lon poked the needle through, without pause, then reached for a second ten gauge ring. Sally watched, feeling as if she was floating above herself, disconnected. Lon inserted the ring and closed it with the bead and reached for the lock, holding it above the pair of piercings to ensure that the hasp would be able to pass through the rings when the time came. "Yeah, that's good." Putting the lock down, he said to Beth, "Same side at the back, I guess." Sally just watched; the operation was so deceptively smooth...

Beth had another clamp full of labial flesh when Lon returned his attention to his work site after unwrapping his third needle. Eyeing it closely, he grunted, "Just a touch lower, I think."

"Go for the bottom corner," Beth suggested. "Things are a little bit out of shape right now." Lon nodded and the needle passed through Sally's flesh. Sally's stomach was complaining, some -- rebelling at the attacks, apparently. Seconds later, Lon had finished with ring number three and he and Beth were examining it. "Too far out?" Lon asked.

"No. Pull your legs closer together, Sweetie," Beth directed Sally. Numbly, Sally did so. Lon grunted, nodded, and Beth directed, "Okay, Sweetie, pull them back apart for us..." Sally did so, and Beth gusted, "Here we go," with a nod at Lon, who reached for another needle.

Ring number four went in like clockwork; Lon was examining the results critically when Sally asked faintly, "Can I pass out now?"

Lon grinned. 'What a sense of humor...' "Sure!"

There was a crash; Sally flopped back onto the table and went limp. Beth laughed out loud.

Sally hadn't been kidding, obviously; the pain and tension and the odd helpless feeling suddenly changed up on her once they were finished -- and she lost it, totally, and fainted dead away!

Beth went off and got a wet rag for Sally's face. "Four IS quite a few, you know," she observed. "It's not like she was sedated." She dabbed at Sally's face. "She was a regular trouper, actually."

"Yes," Lon mused, lifting one of Sally's legs back up onto the table; they'd both dropped off when she went limp, leaving her in a poorly balanced state. "Come on, Babe, time to wake up..." Teela stepped up and lifted the other leg into place for him.

Sally waved an arm to get the wet rag out of her face; Beth stepped back. "My pussy hurts!" she groaned.

"Bad?" Lon asked.

"Huh?" Sally visibly pulled herself together. "No, not that much. I'll be fine. Sorry!"

"We pushed you some," Lon allowed.

"Yeah," Beth agreed. "One piercing can be stressful, and we did four -- very professionally, though..." She nodded at Lon.

After that, things shook out some; Lon and Beth helped Sally with aftercare, and Rick and Teela took Randy and Brie home, then went home, themselves.

Meanwhile, Toby got on the phone: "Coach, are you busy?"

"Not tremendously," Martin replied. He was in his office going through old playbooks, composing one for the upcoming season -- and actually working at it.

"I wondered if you might like to meet Ma..." Toby ventured.

"Why?"

"She's been without for a few days, and everybody here is either played out or not allowed, if you know what I mean... I mentioned this before."

"You know, I really didn't realize how soon I would be put out to stud," Martin muttered, surprised. "Is there really that much work out there?"

"Well, yeah, I guess there is," Toby replied. "Adele and Candace are handled, and Louise was last night. Jean..." Toby left that alone. "Basically, that leaves Ma. Even Brie and Alyssa and Teela and Sally are tanked up, for now..."

"Hmmmm. Does she cook? I could drag Hank over about seven..."

"Yeah, hang on..." Toby headed into the kitchen, where Beth was wiping up the table after 'the operation'. "Ma? Could you cook for a couple of bachelors tonight? They'd be VERY grateful..." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh? Who?" Beth asked.

"Coach and Hank."

Beth dimpled. "Sure."

"Will seven o'clock give you enough time afterward to accept their gratitude?" Toby asked.

"Oh, yes. Plenty of time."

Coach was chuckling when Toby put the phone to his ear. "We'll see you then.," Coach said, and cut the connection, then yelled, "Hank! Get into a clean shirt -- we're going out for home cooking!"

Dinner was nice -- and the after-dinner entertainment was even nicer. Physically, Martin found Beth to be less than appealing, on first glance -- and he wasn't particularly pleased with her orgasmic response. But the first time she swallowed his cock whole, Martin re-evaluated her as a sex partner. Beth took two loads from Hank -- one orally and one vaginally -- interspersed with the same sequence from Martin -- and went to work extremely pleased with herself. Martin got a boost, too, since he hadn't been certain that he could still generate two loads in relatively short order. Hank figured he'd died and gone to Heaven -- he had hot and cold running pussy! 'I may never have to beat off again!' Hank mused happily as he drifted off to sleep.

Fred Carter was parked in his recliner watching baseball in his shorts when Damian wandered in and cleared up any lingering doubts in Fred's mind about whether the boys were getting pussy or not by hauling along some big titted, big assed little bitch into the room behind him and parking them both on the couch. "What the... Who the fu... Who is this?" Fred sputtered.

"This is Alyssa," Damian replied, delivering a clearly meaningful look to his father. "She's mine."

Fred blinked. Those two words said a bunch of things -- things like, 'I'm fucking this,' and 'Don't get any fucking ideas.' Damian confirmed that impression by hauling the cunt across his lap and fishing under her blouse for a tit. As for the cunt, she eyed Fred, but she didn't SAY a damned thing -- not even the usual feminine squeal at having her goodies fondled in public! Fred and the cunt watched each other for a while before Fred ventured, "If you're gonna fuck her, take her out of here. It ain't nice to work somebody up and not share -- you know your mama ain't giving any up these days."

The cunt didn't explode like Fred figured she would -- but she did blush pretty good. Damian's response was, "Does that include blowjobs?"

"It does if I don't get one," Fred replied, still watching the cunt. Damian shrugged and went back to watching baseball. The cunt didn't take her eyes off him, so Fred asked, "Should I know the little bitch?"

The cunt flinched. Damian chuckled. "Pa is just trying to get your goat, Babe. Ignore it." Turning his attention to his father, he said, "She's Rain Man Hayes' little sister."

Fred grunted. "How many sisters has he got? She don't look like that slip I saw the other day..." He eyed Alyssa. "You like to ogle dicks like your little sister?"

Alyssa's eyes popped and she opened her mouth -- and Damian stuck two fingers in it, muffling any response. "I heard you was making like a pervert with twelve-year-olds," Damian drawled, smiling lazily.

Fred shrugged. "Little slip wanted it. She was the most action I'd seen around here in months."

Neither Damian nor Alyssa bothered to argue with Fred -- both knew better. Damian merely snorted and went back to television and mauling Alyssa's heavy breast -- for entertainment. The cunt kept watching him, so Fred reached down very deliberately and scratched his balls. Alyssa looked away, and Fred chuckled. For the next half-hour, that's how the game was played -- Fred would catch her looking and proceed to adjust himself -- and Alyssa would watch him like a hawk until he did, then look elsewhere while he did it.

As before, Louise put an end to it when she came in to call them to supper. "Oh, hello, Alyssa -- I didn't know you were here!"

"Miz Carter..." Alyssa tried to sit up, but Damian didn't let her.

Louise rasped, "Poor thing -- you're going to think we're all perverts! Let her up!"

"She's fine, and she knows everything she needs to about me..." Damian replied evenly.

"And too much about your old man, I imagine," Louise replied, turning on Fred, hands on her hips. "You could put some pants on, for God's sake!"

"I could, but it don't seem necessary," Fred replied. Turning to Alyssa, he added, "Your mama like to look at dick, too, like you and your sister?"

"Fred!" Louise erupted.

"She'll get used to him," Damian placated. "He already knows he ain't getting any. He's just showing off."

"It's not right," Louise groused.

"Maybe not, but you're just egging him on," Damian replied. "He'll give up in a while."

"I'm sittin' here!" Fred rasped. "Quit talking about me like I ain't!" Pissed off, he got up and walked out.

"You shouldn't be mauling the poor girl on the couch in front of him," Louise pressed. "I'm sorry, Baby -- I really DID raise my boys to have manners..."

"She needs to learn, Mama. Pa makes a fine object lesson. When she's comfortable with his crap, she'll be just about where she should be. I'm not letting her play girlfriend yet -- she needs to understand slut, first, and get rid of her attitude." Clutching Alyssa to him, he added, "You were doing fine, though, Babe. I was proud of you." Alyssa looked like she was thinking about saying something, but she subsided into his embrace and said nothing, watching Louise.

"Boy, this thing you do..." Louise looked exasperated. "I'm not always behind it."

"Yeah, I know."

"Come to dinner. Put her between you and your brother at the table."

"Yes, Mama."

Louise turned her attention to Alyssa. "Fred's bark is worse than his bite -- and if he ever tries anything let everyone else in sight know, okay, Baby?"

"Okay," Alyssa agreed.

"Get your hand out of her top and let's go eat, then," Louise directed.

Dinner was mildly tense, but Fred didn't start anything. Soon after, he went out; he couldn't deal with the images that his imagination started serving up when it became evident that Alyssa wasn't going home. It was just as well, too, there being only so much of Alyssa to go around; since Damian and Terence shared a room, Damian couldn't exactly leave Terence out totally while he had sex with Alyssa in the upper bunk, so she got to practice blow jobs on Terence. If Fred had hung around, the noises coming from upstairs would have added to his disquiet no end...

Adele didn't hear the news about Alyssa until she got home; Randy more or less nipped her stewing over it in the bud by exclaiming, "Jeez, Mama! She's with Damian at his house! What's the worst that can happen -- that she gets fucked?"

"I don't like it," Adele insisted.

"Okay, Damian can move into Sissy's room -- how's that?" Brie interjected.

"Uh, maybe we'd better let well enough alone," Adele backtracked. From experience it appeared that a little bit of Damian was a whole lot of anyone else... "I'll call Louise and check on things."

"Louise?"

"Hi, Adele."

"Alyssa is there?"

"Yes. I suppose Damian didn't ask. He doesn't like to admit that anyone else has any control over him when he's doing the kind of thing he's doing with Alyssa. Is there a problem?"

"Is she okay?" Adele asked.

"Yes. I'm thinking that tonight is more about her being his girl than abuse. Reinforcement, you know? He was being good to her any time I was watching," Louise replied.

"Do I need to worry?" Adele asked.

"I don't think so. You know, underneath all of his bluster, he has a thing for her. If I was you, I'd just let it ride and not worry about the apparent extremes -- she looks pretty happy to me."

"Well, okay. I'm not sure I like the idea of him just waltzing off with her..."

"She's here, Adele. Somewhere else might be different," Louise advised. "I'll speak to him about clearing such things with you, first -- but it will need to be out of Alyssa's earshot."

"Okay," Adele sighed. It WAS a done deal, after all... "Oh, another thing..."

"Yes?"

"Do you have any more of those morning-after pills? I've, uh, been busy, and I haven't been to the doctor yet. I don't see him until Tuesday."

"I'll chase some down and send them over with Terence in the morning. What time do you leave for work?"

"I'm off to the laundry at seven," Adele replied.

"Oh, damn. I won't get off until then," Louise grumbled. "Where do you work? Have you done anything since the other night?"

"Chong's, on Seventh. And, yeah... I've been real popular, lately." Adele couldn't keep the smile out of her voice.

"That's nice, isn't it?" Louise chuckled.

"Yeah..." Adele just missed humming.

"I'll stop by after work and bring you one," Louise promised.

"Thanks! I'll be in the back -- not Chinese, you know..." Adele chuckled.

"No? You no brack Chinee?" Louise gabbled. The pair giggled their heads off. "Okay, I gotta go. See you in the morning!" Louise closed things out, then yelled upstairs, "Damian! Can I see you for a moment? Without Alyssa?"

"Coming..." Damian slouched down the stairs.

"Boy, you just can't kidnap that girl -- her mama isn't that easygoing!"

Damian eyed his mother. "Is it cool?"

"This time. Next time, you chase Adele down off-line and get permission -- hear?"

"Yes, Mama."

"We aren't set up to entertain girls, anyway. And there's your father..."

"Pa better keep his hands to himself!"

"What are you doing tonight?"

"We worked it out," Damian replied.

"Be careful what you turn her into, Boy -- you're gonna need to live with the results!" Louise warned.

"We're about done with the rough stuff," Damian replied. "It'll be fine."

"Okay. I'm headed for work."

"Bye, Mama," Damian gave her a kiss and a wave and headed back upstairs.

Things didn't slow down for Louise and Beth until after one a.m. "You're looking feisty," Louise observed.

"I'm doing okay," Beth admitted. "I had an interesting afternoon -- an interesting evening, too!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, a whole crowd came by at five -- Lon and Sally were the main ones, though. I assisted while Lon pierced Sally's labia majora in four places..." She eyed Louise sidelong.

"No shit?"

"No. Chastity piercings. He put in rings -- and he has this weird lock..." Beth explained.

"He did it himself?"

"Yes. It was very impressive -- he had written notes on the techniques and procedures, and all of the equipment -- and he had me there to assist and make sure nothing went wrong," Beth related.

"Wow!"

"I'll say! You should have seen him, too! I'm going to ask Candace what he's planning on majoring in in college -- he had the whole thing down, very professional. You'd have thought he was a doctor!"

"And it was a good job?" Louise asked.

"Very," Beth replied. "He'd evidently practiced with the needles on various things -- but not the ones that he used on Sally -- they were all packaged and sterile. The whole thing was very well done."

"Interesting. Then what happened?"

"Dinner. Coach Garber and Hank. And a little fun afterward..." Beth smiled.

"I hear Hank is something," Louise smiled. "How is Coach?"

"Well, a little older and maybe not so hard-charging -- but quite good!" Beth related. "I got two rounds with him..."

"I'll have to stop around and see him," Louise mused.

"Take food," Beth advised. "Bachelors eat so poorly..."

Louise looked at the schedule. "Days next week -- that will make things easier..." The two women shared a smile.

Fred Carter got home at about one a.m., drunk -- but not as drunk as he had been before. The bar had been his second target; his first was the least notorious of his locations for getting 'the other thing', where he'd managed an anonymous blowjob through a glory hole. It was good, and it took the edge off -- but it wasn't totally satisfactory. It was missing something. Somewhere in the middle of his third beer, Fred had stumbled upon part of it, anyway -- it was anonymous. The very thing that had made it good and safe by not exposing his identity made it too impersonal to fulfill a craving that Fred couldn't even describe...

Friday morning came early, and featured Terence standing over him and shaking him, saying, "Get up, Pa. Time to go to work."

"Is there coffee?" Fred groaned.

"Yah." Terence walked out.

After taking a leak in the bathroom, Fred staggered out to the kitchen in his shorts. Alyssa was there, at the stove, dressed in a pair of baby blue panties and an old faded red muscle shirt of Damian's that didn't fit very well -- and did strange and interesting things to Alyssa's tits. Fred crashed in a chair and grunted, eyeing her, "So she stayed the night?"

"Yeah." Damian's eyes challenged.

"We ain't set up for that."

Terence opened his mouth to describe the compromise, but Damian shot him a glance and he shut it. "Yeah. Got to work on that."

Alyssa, who had deliberately not looked around while she was being discussed, asked, "Would you like some pancakes, Mr. Carter?"

Fred and Damian locked eyes, and Fred decided to keep it civil; his head hurt too bad to start anything that required brainpower. "Yeah, Sweet Thang, that'd be fine -- that and a half-gallon of coffee and three or four Advils."

Alyssa immediately started hunting in upper cabinets for coffee cups. "Go left one," Damian instructed, "Get a travel mug."

Fred sat watching the girl stretch to reach things, thinking, 'Big ass on her...' She turned and displayed the fact that her movements had set the shirt askew, almost baring a nipple through the armhole of the shirt. 'Nice tits,' Fred added to his thought process. Alyssa hauled on the shirt with one hand while approaching Fred with the mug in the other; when she bent to deliver it, Fred got a drop shot for his eyeballs down her impressive cleavage. Alyssa realized her mistake, but Fred didn't press, instead saying, "The pills are in the end cupboard on the right, Sweet Thang. I need three or so..."

Alyssa headed off; Damian reached out to touch her thigh as she passed him. She was still smiling as she turned back, spilling pills from the bottle into her hand. This time, she didn't bend as low while making the delivery -- but Fred didn't need major changes in his blood pressure, anyway. He smiled and nodded and sucked in some coffee to cool in his mouth and use to wash the pills down.

Things were quiet for a while; Fred got a stack of pancakes that Alyssa had delivered to Damian, but he passed over, saying, "You need to get to work." Fred got several bites in before asking Terence, "You got anything like that?"

Terence pursed his lips. "Not right now. Maybe next week. There's plenty to do without me having a steady."

"You remember what we talked about the other night?" Fred pressed.

"Yeah." Terence glanced at Damian. "He's running the talks."

Fred grimaced. Back to Damian -- and another reason not to fuck with the boy -- or his cunt. 'Well, I'm being good...' "Okay." He bolted down the rest of the pancakes and got up. "Thanks, Sweet Thang." He was late, but he needed a shower...

"That went well," Terence observed when the bathroom door had shut behind his father.

Damian grunted. "Nothing like last night." Alyssa dropped a second plate in front of him -- and he passed it to Terence before dragging her onto his lap. "You done good. I might keep you, yet."

Alyssa smiled. "I'm gonna burn a pancake."

"Gimme a kiss, then." Damian released her and Alyssa went back to the stove, smiling. The more she heard about this, the more it looked like Damian wasn't just fooling around with her. Getting stupid and overconfident didn't seem like a good idea, but having Damian for a boyfriend did -- and there didn't seem to be much difference between that and what was going on right now... Well, except for the sex, maybe -- but Alyssa knew that some of the girls at school were having sex with their boyfriends; she'd called a bunch of them sluts, one time or another, but the shoe was on the other foot, now -- especially since for her, sex wasn't limited to Damian. It was good sex, though -- and it beat the shit out of trying to corral Dirk! She flipped a pancake, musing. As things stood, she DEFINITELY had no reason to put on any airs around anybody -- but was that so bad? The attitude thing had come from boys, anyway -- boys who leered at her tits but wanted nothing else to do with her besides making rude comments about her ass. When Dirk came along and started fulfilling her needs, she needed to hold others off to keep them from learning of it. Then when Dirk brought her control over the other girls, she needed her attitude to maintain her control and to keep her from having to suck their pussies in return.

Now, she had all the male attention she could handle -- and then some! How many boys had she fucked? At least four... And she'd blown a couple of guys, too...

Damian's dad was kind of scary -- he'd treated her like a total slut the night before, but he'd been halfway decent this morning. (Fred prompted this thought process by passing through headed for work.) Terence was nice, if kind of huge and ugly -- and he had a nice dick -- Mama seemed to like it! Sooner or later there would be several other guys, to hear Damian tell it...

Besides, there were the videos -- not only that totally awful set with Dirk, but now they had video of her fucking and sucking Damian and those other guys that afternoon during Damian's weird game. Given all of the evidence, she was screwed and couldn't POSSIBLY escape -- or pretend that she wasn't a slut, for that matter. But with things going the way they were, who cared?

This whole complacency thing was a change -- but it had literally been hammered into her that every time she got stubborn and willful, bad things happened. On the other hand... She gazed over her shoulder at Damian, who seemed to sense her eyes on him and looked back, his expression wary until she smiled, then pleased and satisfied. All she had to do was not get stupid, and wonderful things happened...

As for her girlfriends, well, they were going to be a mixed bag. Maddie, for instance -- Alyssa didn't know what to tell Damian about her, but if he treated Maddie like he'd treated her, initially, she would go off the deep end.

Tabitha was the flip side of the coin; she'd probably take to being tied to the dog run if someone would come out and fuck her, the poor bitch. Maybe they should give her to Dirk... That brought a snicker. Alyssa flipped three more pancakes onto a plate and returned to Damian, "Will you eat these?"

"Yeah. What about you?" His arm snaked around her waist.

"Mine will be ready in a minute." Alyssa mused a moment. "Damian? About Maddie..."

"Yeah?"

"Her daddy beats women -- and girls. I'm afraid that if you..."

"Oh. Okay. We'll bring Toby in -- he can read minds, it seems like. We'll go real gentle," Damian assured her. "What about Tabitha?"

"She won't be a problem," Alyssa giggled. "Let me go so I can turn those..." Damian did so, and Alyssa continued from the stove, "Tabitha will probably be happy to do anything you ask of her." She flipped the pancakes, then waited for them to brown.

Damian busied himself with butter and syrup until she returned with her plate, then tucked her in next to him. "What about the others?"

"Trish will be all right, I think," Alyssa mused. "She loves to have her titties played with and she has a big clit. Sonya might be a problem -- she thinks she's a lesbian. I'm not so sure..."

"And the other two?" Damian asked.

"They'll roll over," Alyssa predicted. "They'll be happy to, I think. Bonita likes to suck pussy, but her folks are in an uproar because she hasn't nailed a guy down yet. And Brenda just doesn't get a break -- mainly because she's built more like a skinny guy than a girl."

Louise walked in at that point. "Hi, kids... Baby, that's a dangerous outfit!"

"She survived Pa this morning, but he was hung over," Terence chuckled.

"What were y'all talking about?" Louise asked.

"The other girls," Damian replied, and related Alyssa's opinions.

"What about birth control?" Louise asked. "Is it going to be a problem?"

"Some of them are on the Pill or something, I'm pretty sure," Alyssa guessed. "But Bonita wouldn't be -- she's Catholic and her parents want her pumping out babies. They're from Mexico -- different culture."

"So we would need to fix it for her," Louise mused. "Well, maybe I have an idea. When is the first round again?"

"Tomorrow, if we get it fixed," Damian replied. "We were looking at Maddie Reyes and Tabitha Hart."

"I don't know them..." Louise muttered.

"Well, we could show you videos," Damian smirked. "They're both gonna be problem children, I think. Alyssa's probably right."

"Tabitha won't be, from her description..."

"But we're gonna have to hang a pork chop around her neck to get anybody to fuck her," Damian grinned.

"Damian!" Louise rasped. "I'm sure we'll find some way to make the poor girl happy." Turning to Alyssa, she said, "Go get ready, Baby -- I'm going to take you home. I need to see your mama, anyway."

Damian frowned at his mother's hijacking of his control over his girlfriend, but he let it -- and Alyssa -- go. "I'll be over later to be there when you call those girls..."