Chapter 30

The only thing that got Louise past the counter at Chong's was the fact that Alyssa was along. After glaring at them, the wizened patriarch let them pass and they entered the rear of the store where Adele was tending a dry-cleaning machine. Adele led the pair out the back door, murmuring, "I see I still have a daughter."

Louise smiled. "I believe that she's even generally in one piece. I didn't see any indications of violence either last night or this morning."

"I'm fine," Alyssa muttered, blushing.

"Here is the item you asked for," Louise said, brandishing a medicine bottle. "Don't use them all in one place."

"We're off to the doctors on Tuesday," Adele assured her. "You should have heard the noise when I asked for time off!"

Louise chuckled. "Okay, I'm off. I'll drop Alyssa off on my way. Talk to you later!" Rather than further irritating Mr. Chong, they circled back around from the alley.

Once in the car, Louise asked, "Are you behaving yourself? Damian seems pleased..."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And how are things on your end? Is dealing with Damian a fate worse than death?"

"Oh, no, Ma'am!"

"You don't have to call me Ma'am, Baby." Louise eyed Alyssa sidelong, "So he's being good to you, generally?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'd hate for you to be TOO miserable -- although you certainly didn't LOOK miserable this morning when I walked in!"

"I'm not. I..." Alyssa stopped short; 'I like it' made her sound like some kind of fool... "It's going well, I think."

"Good. Watch out for Fred, Baby -- he doesn't have any manners, as you've probably noticed."

"Yeah..."

"It'll all shake out," Louise assured her. "Call me if you need anything." Louise let Alyssa off in front of her house and drove off, leaving her wondering what she meant.

"Hey, Toby, I want to talk to you about Fred Carter -- you got any time to come by? It might be smart if Damian was here, too... I've got a couple of ideas..."

"I'll call Damian. Where?"

"My place. The ideas kind of revolve around the playroom..." Lon related.

"Okay."

Damian wanted to talk to Toby about the possibility that some of the new members might react unpredictably, anyway, so the triumvirate met at Lon's around ten. "So what's up?" Toby asked.

"Well, we pretty much agreed to pull Fred's chain," Lon replied, "but it occurs to me that it would be nice if we had some work done in the playroom."

"Like what?" Damian's ears pricked up.

"Like a bathroom down by the laundry -- maybe even a shower or two, you know?"

"Yeah, great idea!" Toby enthused.

"If Fred rolls over, we can offer him a swap -- a couple of hours of carpentry for a blow job -- something like that," Lon theorized.

"What do you think?" Toby asked Damian.

"Might work," Damian allowed. "Somebody is gonna have to keep an eye on him constantly, though."

"True," Lon agreed. "And it shouldn't be me, unfortunately. Probably Terence is best for the job. The other thing we can do is put a little fear into him -- maybe let him know he was on video and that he REALLY doesn't want to fuck with us..." He eyed Damian. "Failing that, we could tell him that everyone in the group knows..."

"Do we want to whack him that hard?" Damian asked.

"How about we just hint -- unless he gets stupid," Lon offered. "You know we're gonna jerk his chain, anyway, right?" He paused. "I don't want to go as far as we did before..."

"You know, there is the possibility that he might like that, properly presented," Toby pointed out. "No offense."

"None taken," Damian grunted.

"Well, I don't want to be involved with delivery," Lon rasped. "And I bet YOU don't, either, Toby!"

"Yeah, but you never know," Toby insisted. "Let's not close any doors -- for anybody!"

"Fine, whatever. In a couple of days, we'll have some more new girls to stick behind the wall, at least. What do you think? Can he DO plumbing, for instance?"

Damian shrugged. "Well, he's more of a carpenter, but he knows what has to be done. What if he brings in somebody for specialty work?"

Lon and Toby shared a glance. "Same deal? Minus the additional control measures if he gets stupid? We'll want you or Terence to vouch for his buds..."

Damian nodded. "Let's be real careful about them, though. We won't have a handle..."

"Maybe we can work something out," Lon mused. "Does your dad do anything that might look like furniture or cabinetry? What about this?" He displayed a picture of a pretty fancy looking bench with stocks attached. It was padded and meant to be knelt on.

Damian eyed the thing. "Yeah, dungeon equipment. Pa might not be expert -- but you know who HAS fooled with wood and leather? Big Bro!"

"Yeah? Okay, picture this -- we bring in a chick and stick her in the stocks with a bag over her head. Some time while our visitor is getting his nut, we drag off the bag and get a frontal shot, so you can see who she is... Dude won't be able to see for the stocks. We can tie it to video, if we need to -- instant leverage."

"I like it. You need to show this shit to Big Bro -- it'll give him something to do out in the garage for a couple of weeks. We can use a couple of the girls to help him figure out proportions and stuff..." Damian enthused.

"Cool."

"We'll need money," Toby pointed out.

"Well, we'll get Fred to wholesale it, for starters," Lon replied. "Mama won't be pleased, but she can kick out a few bucks. Money-raising ideas would be welcome, though." His glance brought no immediate response, so he turned to Damian. "Do you want to be here when I call him? It's not gonna be that nice. This is just the setup, anyway -- you get to make the offer, if he rolls over. I don't want you all pissed, though..."

"I can handle it," Damian replied. They discussed tactics for a bit, then...

"Hullo?" Fred Carter barked into his cell phone.

"Boy Lover! Up to your old tricks, I hear!" a weirdly familiar voice taunted.

"Who the fuck...?"

"Come on, Man, you know who this is. You want a reminder?"

"No!" Fred got up from where he was measuring a stud and headed outside. "What do you want?"

"Well, conversation, for starters. I hear you're up to your old tricks -- showing your dick to teenage girls..."

"Where did you hear THAT!?" Fred rasped.

"It's a small world, Man," Lon replied. "I never figured our paths would cross again, but I know people in that group you're trying to get guest privileges to -- the one your sons are in. I got a chance to provide a consulting opinion, I guess you'd call it, on how smart it would be to grant any access to your sorry ass!" Lon paused. "Wanna know what I told 'em?"

Fred went grey, holding the phone to his ear. "Uuuhhh..."

"I told 'em you were controllable, Man -- and that if you gave 'em any shit to let me know. Not that they can't do you up already for being a pedophile! I figure it's up to you, now. Your little secret's got a bit wider audience -- I had to show one or two of them pics to prove I had a handle on you. I don't have to tell you that they were properly impressed..."

"Shit..." Fred's lungs didn't seem to be pulling in any air.

"I figure they feel safe enough to make you an offer. You can accept whatever they decide to give you or you can walk and never bring it up again. Either way, though, more people know. If I was you, I'd take the deal -- and be prepared when somebody shows up with the bill. You've got nothing to lose."

"What do you mean?" Fred gasped.

"You know what I mean, Man. Sooner or later, somebody is gonna want to play. Well, you play. Simple. You like that shit, anyway -- you know it and I know it. Have a nice day..." Lon hung up.

Fred went to the nearest object he could sit on -- in this case, someone's car -- and sat; his legs weren't going to carry him very far. Shit! That whole thing was supposed to be all over! Now it was back -- with a vengeance! If the boys found out...

Damian shook his head. "I bet he could build a wall with the bricks he's shitting after THAT!"

"Well, Terence made it simple for you when he told your dad that he wasn't told why your dad had been blackballed because he's a relative. You can use that to smooth his feathers when you talk to him," Lon pointed out. "Was it too much?"

"No, not if he doesn't run like a rabbit, I guess," Damian grunted. "If he does, though, we'll have issues -- we'll have to come up with some other way to get those improvements done."

"Even money says he rolls over," Lon wagered.

"No bet," Damian retorted. "When you work as hard as he does to hide something, it's for real. When do you think I should hit him up?"

"I think I'd give him a day to stew," Lon guessed, "unless he brings it up himself."

"Cool," Damian nodded. "Now for the next thing. Alyssa's gonna call in the first pair for tomorrow. She's worried about one of them -- Maddie Reyes. She says Maddie is scared to death of guys -- her papa beats every woman in sight..."

Toby nodded. "We don't want her going off the deep end."

"Who's up?" Lon asked.

"If we're rotating, it should be Rick and Randy or Rick and Hank," Damian pointed out. "But I think Toby ought to be around to read Maddie -- he's good at figuring out where their heads are."

Lon shrugged, turning to Toby. "On you, Man."

Toby shrugged back. "I'll advise. Rick and Rain Man should do it, if I get to choose. Rick will probably have Teela along; she can show them the ropes. That might help."

Lon shrugged. "Not as good as Sally, maybe -- but she's, um, indisposed."

The others nodded. "Nipple rings next?" Damian asked.

"Nah. This has a purpose -- a couple, actually. If I do nipple rings, then I have to think about using them for something. I figure they'd just be in the way," Lon replied.

"I might threaten Alyssa with it," Damian mused, "but I don't know if I'd actually DO it."

"Think I'm going too far?"

"Nah," Damian waved a hand. "Different strokes..." Toby nodded. "Okay, I'm headed out," Damian added. "I'll call you with the results. Oh, hey, give me those furniture pics -- I'll show them to Big Bro."

"Hi, Damian," Alyssa answered the door.

Damian stepped in and put his hand on the back of Alyssa's neck, caressing it. "Hi, Babe. You ready?"

"Does it have to be Maddie and Tabitha?" Alyssa asked, eyeing him nervously.

"Well... Probably not. Why?"

"Trish called..."

"Trish Horner?"

"Uh huh."

"So...?"

"I told her I'd see what I could do," Alyssa reported.

"Who would call Sonya?"

"Me, probably," Alyssa sighed. "Trish didn't say anything about checking with Sonya."

"We play the hand we're dealt, I guess," Damian shrugged. "Can you put your phone on speaker?"

"Sonya."

"Hey, Sonya. Alyssa."

"Hey."

"Trish called -- you busy tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"Got a swimsuit?"

"Yeah, not that it gets much use." Sonya didn't belong to the 'Y'.

"Well, I got a friend with a private pool. We could go over there around one or so and hang out, then come back to my house and do the usual overnight. How's that sound?"

"This gonna be cool with your friend?"

"Yeah. Who knows? Maybe..." Alyssa hung out the idea that her imaginary friend might have lesbian tendencies.

"Maybe what?" Sonya asked, making sure.

"Maybe we can put it all together."

"Yeah? Cool. I'm in," Sonya affirmed.

"Okay. Be at my house around twelve-thirty. My brother is gonna chase down a van to drive us over."

"Is he gonna be around?" Sonya asked.

"Maybe, but I'm sure he has other plans," Alyssa assured her.

"Cool. I don't want to feel like a bug under glass," Sonya muttered.

"See you then!" Alyssa ended things.

Damian chuckled. "I bet we get past THAT pretty quickly! Go ahead and ring in Trish..."

"Alyssa!" Trish greeted her gaily. "Got news?"

"Yeah, I managed something," Alyssa admitted. "I'm going over to a friend's place, and they have a pool, so we're gonna start out there. How's that?" Alyssa asked.

"Any thirteen-year-old dweebs that are gonna stare at me in my suit?" Trish asked.

"Does Brie count?" Alyssa grinned.

"No, she won't be leaving any puddles of drool," Trish shot back.

"Okay. We've got a ride at twelve-thirty. Sonya will be coming, too, so we're all set. Cool?"

"Cool! See you then!" Trish enthused. This was great! A private pool -- no punk kids. Maybe they could sunbathe or something... 'I'd better shave...' Trish headed upstairs to get her pubes under control, cleaning up the little 'V' that pointed to her clit.

Damian got on the phone to the others. "They switched up," he announced to Toby. "Now we've got to worry about Sonya Ho."

"What's the issue?" Toby asked.

"She might be a total lez," Damian explained.

"Yeah, that could be a problem," Toby admitted. "Not that we can let her off the hook. Maybe we can use her to fill in or something... Let's see what's really up with her before we worry too much."

"Cool. Do Rick, willya?"

"Okay."

"Rick, you're up!"

"Up? For what?"

"You and Rain Man get the pair coming in tomorrow. Alyssa is going to lead them to the playroom tomorrow at about one," Toby explained.

"Who are they?"

"Sonya Ho and Trish Horner."

"Man, I dunno if I'm up to this..." Rick ventured.

"You'll be fine -- and I plan to be around, and Damian will be there, too, probably, since Alyssa will be," Toby assured him. "There IS a possible complication, though -- Alyssa thinks that Sonya may be a lesbian."

Rick rolled his eyes. "What do I do THEN?"

"Make her eat Teela?" Toby suggested, "for starters? Maybe we'll bring Candace in, too, to ride her. But let's wait and see, first."

"How am I gonna tell?"

"I'll be there -- do you trust my judgment?"

"Yeah..."

"That's a worst-case scenario, anyway -- and a fall-back position. On the first pass, we just produce the evidence and let them know they're screwed -- THEN we figure out how, exactly. I'm sure you can present that. Maybe you want to let Teela do it?" Toby goaded.

"Who gets who?" Rick asked.

Toby thought about it. "If it was me, I'd break the color barrier, either on the first pass or the second. You and Rain Man ought to talk." He went on to explain the scenario and the available resources, ending with, "Call me if you need anything."

"Okay." Rick gathered himself. Toby was right about one thing -- it was time to call Teela...

Damian handled Randy. "Yo, Rain Man!"

"Yeah?" Randy came in from the kitchen.

"Trish Horner. Sonya Ho. You. Rick."

"Huh?"

"You're gonna break in Horny Horner and the Ho."

"Holy shit!"

"Relax, Man. Toby and I will be there for backup -- but you and Rick are running things -- better give him a call and do some planning. Havin' Teela around is probably a good idea, too, because we're not sure whether the Ho is a lezzie or not," Damian advised.

"Fuck! Then what?"

"We stick her nose in as many twats as we can find, I guess," Damian shrugged. "And maybe make her do dick, anyway. It's not her call, really."

"What about Horner?" Randy asked.

"Ummm... She has really sensitive breasts..." Alyssa offered. "I really don't expect her to be a problem."

"Okay, cool," Randy grunted. "We gonna play hard-ass?"

"I'm thinking you should start easy and get as hard as it takes to bring them along," Damian advised. "If you need help, Toby and I will be there."

"I need to call Rick..." Randy left the room.

"Okay, Babe, I'm going home," Damian told Alyssa. "You know the basic plan -- you're going swimming at Lon's. Bring 'em in the side door straight into the playroom and try to keep 'em from noticing exactly where they're going on the way. Other than that, take your cues from Rick and Randy. I'll be there, too." He gazed into her eyes, "Are you good with this?"

"Yes. I'm good with it."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Damian gave her a squeeze and walked out.

Lon briefed Candace and Toby briefed Beth; both would be available, but Beth would be at home. Damian briefed Louise and Terence -- and gave Terence the furniture drawings. Terence's eyes lit up. "Mostly solid wood," he mused.

"Yeah, right up your alley," Damian agreed. "I bet Beth knows a little bit about this stuff..."

"Yeah..." Terence wandered off and spent two hours on the Net. Then he called Beth. "We're looking at a pillory, and maybe stocks," he related. "Maybe a spanking bench."

"Oh, my! I shiver just thinking about it!" Beth exclaimed.

"Gonna need money for parts," Terence mused.

"How much?" Beth asked. "For this, I can find a little. Will two hundred dollars get it off the ground?"

"Shit, I'd think so!"

"We want them to look nice, as well as be functional..."

"Good stain, polyethylene finish..." Terence replied, "That's not expensive. We'll need leather and some nice fittings."

"Velcro is great for restraints, handled properly," Beth advised, "but nothing beats leather for the feel."

"Can you help?"

"Sure, Sweetie! I'd be thrilled!" Beth enthused. After a few minutes' more discussion, Terence hung up happy.

Rick told Jean, who had the usual reservations, but recognized that she was powerless. He also went over and told Teela, who embraced the plan wholeheartedly. The whole fantasy got Teela going; she was a total dynamo, screaming out her orgasms at the top of her lungs until Pop pounded on the door and told Rick to muzzle her, somehow. "Okay, so, she's happy!" Poppa Pendergast growled. "What about the rest of us?"

Later, that comment brought on a whole different issue. "Now that we've got Coach," Teela mused, "what about Poppa?"

"Do you have any idea what he'll put up with?" Rick asked.

"Quite a bit, maybe..." Teela mused.

"Well, we're gonna need the help, certainly," Rick grunted. "And I don't REALLY see why we have to limit things to mothers and sons..."

"Maybe when things settle down a bit..."

Rick rolled his eyes, "Like THAT's gonna happen! I'll talk to some people. How will your Poppa take it, do you think?"

"I think he's overdue, don't you?"

"Oh, probably. Do we want to expose him to the entire can of worms, or just a sample?"

"Maybe we should talk to him about it some -- carefully. I'm guessing that young girls might not be the way to start him out," Teela theorized.

"Well, we'll need something to get a grip on him -- unless you're enough of a handle. That's probably not my call..." Rick mused. "The way Mom and Candace are, I'd have to think that Beth, Louise, and Adele are his audience."

"Well, that's plenty!" Teela laughed.

"Yeah, no doubt."

Sally spent the afternoon with Lon, coaching him -- but NOT in a bathing suit and moving pretty gingerly. "Do they hurt?" Lon asked at one point.

"Well, not bad -- but I know they're there," Sally replied. "I'm glad that I can wear skirts..." Upon examination, Lon found that the skin around her piercings was a little pink, but nothing serious. Nonetheless, he was unsurprised to find that she had minor issues with irritation.

To take her mind off it, he teased her, "Well you can't swim, but you can sunbathe..."

"Not and watch YOU," she retorted.

"Well, not everything is for score," he chuckled. "Besides, I like looking at you." Sally ended up pulling her clothes off and doing her coaching nude; the up-side was that Lon felt romantic, afterward, and they did a lot of necking...

Dinner Friday evening at the Carters was a little strained; Fred didn't know what his sons knew, and it bothered him -- a LOT! Damian and Terence agreed to go with Terence's original assertion that they were being kept in the dark due to their relationship to Fred, which simplified things -- but Fred was a bear, due to his uncertainty, so Damian decided to broach the subject if his father didn't.

Fred was a mess; as far as he was concerned, the situation was one of those classic disasters where you KNOW you're going to get nailed but you can't stop it. He could walk away from the whole thing -- tell Damian he wasn't interested -- but then the people in the group who knew his dark secret wouldn't have any reason to keep quiet about it. If he went ahead and accepted whatever limited agreement that the group proposed, at least he would get laid... And then there was that other thing -- the dark added requirement that the taunting voice on the phone had added to the mix. That scared Fred to death - mostly because it held a fatal attraction... He would never have exposed himself to the situation he found himself in during that incident willingly, at the time -- but it had a profound effect on him; now, approached with the same scenario, he might repeat it, willingly, to fulfill his need to sate that facet of his sexuality. Even now, there was no admitting it, consciously, but he felt the draw and knew instinctively what it was.

Damian approached him while he was alone in the living room, watching TV -- by pre-arrangement; he'd waved his mother and big brother off. "What's up? You're pretty jumpy..."

"I think maybe I opened a fuckin' can of worms when I asked your brother about where you guys were getting pussy," Fred grunted.

"Nobody seems that excited," Damian shrugged. "We haven't had any guests, so that got some discussion, but we're looking at some kind of trade..."

Fred's brows came together. "What kind of trade?"

"We have a kind of clubhouse. We'd like to have some shit done to it. They're thinking you give us some work and we give you a favor -- kind of a sliding scale thing, I think -- so much work for a blowjob, more for a fuck -- that kind of thing. Of course there are a bunch of rules..."

"Like what?"

"Like Big Bro or I take you there and bring you back and you don't try to find out where it is. Like we're gonna do everything we can to make whatever pussy you get anonymous. You know about me and Big Bro -- but that's about all the people they want you to be able to identify. Any bitch you dick will be wearing a mask or something -- or you will."

Fred remembered having THAT done to him. "Huh. They say anything bad about me?"

"No. Big Bro asked what the original problem was, and hit a wall. But we don't have any older guys right now, anyway -- that may have had a lot to do with it," Damian lied.

"What kind of shit do they need done?" Fred grunted.

"The place is a finished basement -- or half of it is. There's an unfinished laundry room, too. We'd like to have a bathroom -- or at least some showers."

"More than one?"

"I'm thinking two, anyway. It's a group, you know? Sweaty sex? Doing a big tiled area with a bunch of shower heads is how I'd do it, but there might not be room or something."

"Plumbing is usually a bitch in the basement. Easy to get water in, but a bitch to get it out. Drains below the sewer outlet," Fred mused. "When can I see it?"

"Sunday?" Damian guessed. "The place is in use tomorrow."

Fred nodded. "So, what'll I be getting?"

"Fuck, I dunno," Damian shrugged. "Up to very recently, things have been more or less by consent -- but we're getting a new crop in that we can basically tell what to do. I don't expect they'll give up anything prime, but it'll be pussy, and it'll probably be young. It'll probably take a couple of days to set up, too, so maybe for starters it'll just be head -- but one thing you've got going for you is that we're suddenly looking at more pussy than we've got dick to cover."

Fred smirked. "That's gotta be tough..."

"Well, you know how it is -- you don't make a bitch go to a party then tell her she can't have any cake... They get stupid." Damian eyed his father, knowing that he would get a kick out of his way of phrasing it.

Fred did, too -- he grinned widely. "Sometimes you've got to slap 'em around some."

"Yeah," Damian nodded, "but sometimes that backfires, too."

Fred nodded, reminded of how he'd lost his LAST steady piece of ass. "Yeah, sometimes. They can get moody, too -- you never fucking know."

Damian nodded. "You've got to have a reason when you light 'em up -- preferably one that they can accept. You can ride it pretty hard, but slapping 'em around just because don't fly."

Fred said nothing, merely looking wary. Damian waited a bit, then asked, "What do I tell them?"

Fred thought for some time, then grunted, "I'll look at the work on Sunday and we can talk then about what I'm gonna do and what I'm gonna get for it. It's gotta be worth it. What if I need help with something?"

"Besides me and Big Bro?" Damian asked. "We'll try to hook up something similar to what you're doing, I guess. A whole crew would be out, though -- there ARE limits to what we can scare up."

"Awright," Fred grunted. "But I don't need no surprises."

"Neither do we," Damian replied.

Fred was better after that; after a bit he went out for a congratulatory drink. Apparently, no one was pushing any direct threats his way, and this cooze for work thing might be a pretty good deal...

Louise, on the other hand, was suspicious of Fred's behavior in general and the change after his talk with Damian in particular. "Boy, what did you and your Pa talk about?" she asked.

"Pa's been a fucking bear lately and Lon had this idea that we need some upgrades to the playroom," Damian explained. "We're looking at giving Pa guest privileges in return for some carpentry work. We figure it'll keep him from going nuts or getting too snoopy and we'll get some shit done..."

Louise glared. "I don't suppose you talked to Candace about this?"

"No. But it was Lon's idea. Lon also called Pa up and told him that he was keeping an eye on him, to keep him straight. He hinted that if Pa fucked around and got out of line, his shit would go public."

"I don't like it!" Louise ranted. "I don't like it AT ALL!"

"Well, we needed to do something -- Pa has been all over us over the group. This will help us control him. You're not giving him anything..."

"And I WON'T, either!"

Damian nodded. "That's a given. But we were short on dicks going in, and Pa HAS a dick and right now it's getting him into trouble. This will cool him out some."

"It's fucking dangerous, and the girls need to know about it!" Louise ranted.

"Okay, so tell 'em," Damian replied. "But some of us need to be there."

"I'm on the phone, NOW! We need to handle this right away!" Louise got up and walked out.

"Guess I'd better get on the phone, too..." Damian grunted. Terence shook his head.

It took an hour and a half to get everyone involved -- plus a couple -- together at Candace's and another two hours of ranting and raving before everyone settled down some. The Carpenters, Tollivers, Carters and Flanders were all present for the 'discussion'. Candace and Louise in particular were pissed because they weren't read into things at the outset, but Toby summed it up, "We have been dealing with this thing with Fred as it came -- and we needed to keep it under control. Lon's idea works -- and it will actually benefit us, properly handled. We still have Fred's blackmail material to hang over his head, too."

"I want something, then," Louise grated. "I want to see the bastard get fucked."

Lon nodded. "We sort of planned for something like that. In fact, I told Fred that if he accepted the deal, that sooner or later somebody was gonna ask him to suck a dick or whatever -- and that he'd better roll over and do it, or else."

"I wanna see him with a dick up his ass!" Louise ranted. "And I want him to know I've seen it!"

"Right away?" Lon grimaced. "That might not be good... We don't really have anyone available who wants to do that..."

"No, it'll wait -- unless he gets going hard on the divorce front. That would be prime time. Who are you gonna find to fuck him, for that matter?" Louise complained.

"Okay, Mama -- we know YOU won't," Damian placated. "But why shouldn't someone else? We'll be there, and if he isn't on his best behavior, we'll can him -- and he knows it. Shit, maybe one of you older gals can teach him some manners! If not, well, there is young stuff that is gonna need to be ridden -- and his attitude might help some with a couple of them..."

"I don't like this at all," Jean complained.

Rick grimaced. "Fred, or older guys in general?"

"Why?"

"Well, there's Teela's dad..."

"What?"

"Pop Pendergast is a nice guy -- but he's been doing without since Teela's mother died, generally. Teela thinks it wouldn't hurt him to get a little -- maybe from older chicks..." He paused. "Our grip on Teela works for him -- but we could augment it, if necessary."

"Is this a 'guest' thing, or full membership?" Candace asked.

"I was thinking full up," Rick replied, "but we could start out with the guest thing."

"This is out of hand," Jean warned.

"Maybe -- but if we don't balance things, it'll get worse," Toby advised. "This is two more males we're talking about -- versus six females."

"Have you figured out how we're going to handle anonymous fucking?" Beth asked.

"Well, we have the masks and hoods," Lon replied, grimacing.

"I've been thinking about it," Beth replied. "What about a big, heavy black curtain? You can lay the woman out with it at waist level, high enough above the floor so that there's too much of it there to just lift off easily. Your guy gets the bottom half only."

"It's a plan," Lon agreed. "We were thinking about stocks, since heavy ones would keep the guy from seeing the woman's face and would keep the woman captive -- mostly for the girls, you understand," he placated.

"That's good, too," Beth agreed, "but we don't HAVE stocks..."

"If you'll help me, we can work on them tomorrow," Terence offered.

"Come get me around noon, Sweetie -- unless one of us is needed here?" Beth queried.

"No, we'll have plenty of people on site," Damian replied. "Too many, maybe. Besides, we'll know where you are." He looked around. "How fast can we rig this curtain?"

"Pretty fast," Candace sighed. "Jean, would you go out with me tomorrow shopping?"

"Sure."

"That brings us to money. I'm not made of the stuff, you know!" Candace ranted.

"Well, there won't be any labor costs, and Fred can get parts wholesale -- we've already kind of put that on the table. It'll be a lot cheaper than it could be."

"It had BETTER be!" Candace rasped.

"You don't think it's a good idea?" Damian asked mildly, eyeing her. "You want folk tripping upstairs to your bathroom, seeing your shit, maybe figuring out where they are?"

"Uh, no..."

"Well..."

"Okay, okay!" Candace backed down. "How soon will it all be ready?"

"ASAP," Damian assured her. "Maybe we'll get Pa to put in something temporary until he can do it up brown."

"Okay."

"What about transport?" Toby asked. "There are too many windows on what we're using."

"We need a panel van -- preferably full-size. We can curtain off the front..." Lon theorized.

"We need it yesterday," Damian added. "Tomorrow, latest."

"We'll have to use Beth's van again," Lon mused. "The good news is that nobody ever looks out those tinted windows. Have Alyssa keep them talking."

"Right," Damian nodded. "Rick, talk to Randy about that."

"Will do," Rick replied.

"Okay, so..." Lon looked around. "Are we done?"

"I guess -- but you boys can't just make these decisions on the fly!" Candace groused.

"Sometimes we have to," Lon argued. "But we'll try to get better coverage in the future, okay?" The meeting broke up.

Louise did some heavy thinking on the way to work; as a result, she had a proposal of her own when things settled down. "Since we're looking to get older guys in for various purposes, we have something else to worry about that isn't covered."

"Oh?" Beth asked, blinking in surprise. "What?"

"Birth control. Alyssa tells me that a couple of the girls are definitely not on it and wouldn't be able to talk to their families about it. We need coverage," Louise explained.

"Okay..." Beth eyed her friend.

"Next week we'll be back on rotation with dear Dr. Rankin..." Louise looked sly. "If we get him a guest deal for some pro bono gyno exams and prescriptions, we can offer him some fun in return!"

"Candace will probably flip!" Beth objected, "at least if I play. She forbade me..."

"Candace isn't REALLY a mistress to you," Louise scoffed. "Damian does better. Even Toby does better! Forget her! I'll talk to Lon and Toby -- not to mention Damian. What's good for the goose is good for the gander..."

"Well, I'm all for it!" Beth enthused. "The boys are right -- we need more cocks..."

"I'll drop it on Damian in the morning," Louise promised.

"Great!"