Chapter 37

Lon got his latest challenge at about ten a.m. "Sonya's mother is a problem," Candace announced. "We think that more than just one scene with Hank is required -- she doesn't seem to see that as serious enough."

"Okay. Did you have anything in mind?" Lon asked.

"Well, she needs an exam and birth control," Candace replied. "I was thinking that we could bring her here and have the doctor examine her and do her and then you guys could come up with something. We were thinking that between you and Toby and Randy, you should be able to come up with a plan..."

Lon thought about it. "I'll call Toby and Randy. It would be nice if we had a place to hide..."

Candace nodded. "Well, there are the booths, but maybe we can do better. Adele is supposed to call me about some drapes... You boys would need to run out to the store and get something to hang them from -- some kind of ceiling track would be nice, if you can do that with the suspended ceiling..."

Lon wasn't going to waste effort over nothing. "Let me know if you get them. Any ideas?"

"Well, the idea of Sonya doing Dirk really upset her..."

Lon smirked. "I'll bear that in mind. Let me know if you can put the thing together and get her here, okay?"

"Will do," Candace nodded. It was time to call Louise.

"Ward Eight. Nurse Carter," Louise answered the phone.

"Louise, it's Candace. Look, did you wear your doctor out? We need another exam -- on Jiang Yi."

Louise tittered. "I'll check -- the poor boy got drained yesterday -- Beth took him home, you know..."

"This is the same guy she wanted to play with a while back, isn't he? The one I told her she had to show me first?" Candace asked.

"Yes. Things have changed some, since, haven't they?"

"Yeah," Candace agreed. "I'm nasty, but I'm no Domme. No staying power. Still, I'd like to meet this guy."

"I'm sure it can be arranged," Louise chuckled.

"Okay. I'd like to get Jiang Yi at five-thirty and have her examined in the playroom. Then the boys are going to try to impress upon her the idea that she REALLY needs to be cooperative," Candace explained. "The doctor need not hang around for that."

"Okay, I'll ask and get back to you," Louise replied.

"Let me know fairly soon, so I can get everyone moving," Candace admonished.

"No problem." Louise hung up.

Meanwhile, Lon was on the phone to Toby. "Mama says that Sonya's mother is a problem and we need to fix it."

"Great..." Toby groused.

"Mama is gonna try to bring her to the playroom for an exam -- turns out she isn't on birth control, no surprise -- and then we can deal with her, some way. She suggested we bring in Randy, too," Lon explained.

"God knows what we're going to do, besides have some kind of three-ring circus," Toby complained. He could fix Jiang Yi's issue directly, but he couldn't really tell Lon or Randy that and expect one or both of them to believe him. That left cooking up something wild and wooly to use to break the Oriental woman's spirit. Well, that might be a good idea, anyway, if they could come up with something...

"Worst case, we bring in the dog," Lon opined. "Mama says she freaked over that..."

"Okay, let's check with Randy about it. We can do some kind of hood action and bind her up some, then make her jump through some hoops, I guess. Once she's too exhausted to give us any crap, we can video her doing just about anything..." Toby suggested.

"It's a plan," Lon agreed.

Adele called about eleven-fifteen. "I got the curtains -- and I'm sure they're what you're looking for, but they're pretty big -- they were hanging in a small theater!"

"Well, we can work with that," Candace replied. "Better too long than too short."

"Okay," Adele agreed. "I'm going to wait until I see you, then take them out back and put them beside a dumpster. You scoop them up once I'm out of sight -- that way Mr. Chong won't figure out that we're working together."

"I'll be there about noon," Candace promised.

Louise called right after. "I'll bring the doctor over about five -- or Beth will, probably. That way he can be there right at the start."

"Okay, great! I'll get the others moving!" Candace replied.

Toby got a hold of Randy and the trio met at Randy's. "This stealth stuff is hard to pull off," Toby complained. "We need a van or truck or something without windows."

Randy got reflective. "I know a dude down at the junkyard that has an old ratty work van. He might let me have it for a couple hundred."

"That'd help a lot!" Toby enthused.

"Well, if he thinks you're happy about it, he'll jack up the price -- but I know him. He wants it gone," Randy explained.

"Let's go look at it and see what he says," Lon suggested.

The van had to be twenty years old; it wasn't hard to be less than enthusiastic. On the other hand, the trio agreed in whispers that it met their requirements. But the guy wanted two hundred fifty dollars, and the boys only had come prepared for two hundred -- most of which was Toby's. Randy pulled the other two together for a moment and consulted in whispers before approaching the guy, a heavy black guy in greasy coveralls. "How about two hundred and taking the rest in trade?" Randy offered.

"For what?" The guy, whose name was Ed, cocked his head.

"Pussy."

"Some skank?"

Randy shrugged. "What do you care? I'll put a bag over her head so you don't have to see. Besides, we want to keep it anonymous."

Ed eyed him, so Randy shrugged. "You ain't getting anything fresh for fifty bucks..."

Ed grimaced. "You got that right." Shit, he didn't know where he could get ANYTHING for fifty bucks... "When?"

"Soon as we get back," Randy replied. "You have the registration and the bill of sale -- we'll have the money and the piece of ass."

"Awright," Ed nodded. "I ain't doing any rape shit, though."

"No problem." Randy waved and they got back into Lon's car. Randy called Alyssa. "Have Trish meet us outside her place," he instructed.

"What for?" Alyssa asked.

"You don't want to know."

They stopped by Toby's and got a hood -- a silk and leather job with eye covers that left the mouth exposed -- then went to pick up Trish.

Trish was standing out in front of her apartment building in a red top and a jean skirt. "Randy? You wanted me?"

"Yeah, get in. You're gonna earn your keep," Randy replied.

"Okay..." Trish looked uncertain. She got in the back seat.

Toby took charge of her. "Turn and face that way," he instructed, pointing out the window. "You're not supposed to know us." The minute she did, he dropped the hood over her head, pulling the laces tight.

"Hey!" Trish whined, reaching up to grab the hood.

Randy reached around and slapped her hands. "Did anyone tell you that you could do that?" he asked. "Why can't you follow the simplest fucking instruction?"

Trish stopped and let Toby finish tying off the hood. "Where are we going? What are you going to do?"

"We're going somewhere to take care of some business," Randy replied. "And you're gonna do as you're told, understand?"

"Randy..."

Randy smacked her face; blinded, she never saw it coming. "Do you understand!?"

"Yes, Randy."

"Do you remember what we told you that you were gonna do for us?"

"Uuuhhh..."

This time, he just ran his hand past her nose, clipping it painfully. "You fuck who we say, when we say, and how we say -- remember?"

"Yes, Randy." Under the hood, Trish's eyes were watering.

"We've got a job for you. The hood you're wearing will keep the guy from ever recognizing you, so that's covered -- and you're not gonna see him, so THAT's covered. You're gonna fuck him and show him a good time, and if and when he asks you whether you want to or not, the answer is yes, got it?"

"Yes, Randy..." 'God! They're pimping me off!' Tears ran.

Randy wasn't done. "Why is that, do you think?"

"Why is what?" Trish asked feebly.

"Why are you gonna do all this?"

"I don't know..."

Randy assumed a tone of martyred patience. "Because you're a slut, Trish -- remember? You're a three-hole slut, and we own you! Now, repeat that back..." To emphasize his control, he rubbed her face through the hood.

Trish got it. "I'm a three-hole slut, and you own me..." she muttered brokenly.

"Well you don't have to sound all upset!" Randy reproved. "After all, that makes you valuable to us! You be sure and act happy for your customer, now, Slut."

"I don't want to be a whore!" Trish wailed.

"If you mean prostitute, you're not. If we point you at a dick, you fuck it," Randy replied, "Simple. You won't be collecting money, or anything -- anything that goes down outside of what you're doing is OUR problem. You just suck cock and fuck -- that's it. Understand?"

"Yes, Randy." Trish's misery wasn't alleviated, by any stretch -- but she had her instructions...

"You wearing panties?" Randy asked.

"Yes."

"Take 'em off. Somebody give her a dick to play with so she doesn't sit around moping." Randy instructed.

Toby was the only one close, so he tugged down his shorts. "Give me the panties." Trish pulled them off and gave them to him. "Now bend down..."

Trish found a big cock in her mouth, so she started sucking. Toby moved her head however he wanted it. It was the right thing to do; by the time they arrived at the junkyard, Trish was mentally prepared for her role in things.

Ed came out with the papers in his hand. "Got the money?" Randy waved it. "That the bitch?"

"Yeah. Get out of the car, Slut." Trish stumbled out.

"What's with the mask?" Ed asked.

"I don't want her name all over, in case I decide to use her for something else," Randy replied. "No sense ruining her rep by letting the whole world know how she is. Where do you want her?"

"I took the liberty of throwin' an old mattress in the back of the van..." Ed replied.

"Perfect," Randy nodded. "Lead her over and go to it."

Ed took the bitch by the hand and led her to the open back doors of the van. "Climb up." The bitch did so; in the process, her jean skirt rode up, showing her puffy pussy. "Nice twat," Ed observed, grabbing a handful of her inner thigh.

Trish stopped where she was and muttered "Thank you," distantly.

That was enough for Ed; he swatted her on the ass, grunting, "Move on up," and followed her into the van, unbuttoning his coverall to expose his cock. Pulling her around by the upper arm, he grunted, "Here -- get acquainted," pulling her face into his crotch.

The club in her face was thick, but she'd had longer -- recently. The man's crotch smelled like sweat and dirt and motor oil -- and male musk, which was primarily what the cock tasted like. Trish was past complaints; she just sucked him, allowing him to manhandle her head as Toby had.

"Lemme see them tits," Ed gasped gruffly, hauling at Trish's top. Somehow, it got up over her shoulders before he shredded it. Trish hurriedly undid her bra and Ed collected her fat, round orbs in his rough dirty hands. Trish had no choice but to groan and gurgle around his thick meat.

Fortunately for Trish, Ed was too anxious to fuck to make her suck him for very long; moments later, realizing that if he stayed where he was he was going to finish in her mouth, Ed hauled her up off his erection and grunted, "Lay back -- it's time to fuck."

"Yo!" Randy stuck his head in. "Use a rubber, Man! I dip that, and I don't want any surprises!" Fortunately, there were some in the glove compartment of Lons' car; Randy had been digging frantically for them during most of Ed's version of foreplay. "Here!"

Grumbling, Ed got the thing on, then rocked Trish back and poked at her pussy. Penetration took a bit, and getting her lubed took even longer, but eventually (well, after about forty seconds) Ed was long-stroking her. Trish grunted and gasped under the impacts as Ed went nuts in her vagina; Ed didn't seem to mind that she wasn't screaming out her joy or telling him how wonderful he was.

It didn't last that long, either; Ed managed maybe two minutes before grunting and jamming himself into her and filling the rubber with his seed. He was off her pretty quickly, too, backing out of her vagina and hauling off the rubber and tossing it on the ground. Backing out of the van, he nodded. "Good shit. You boys need anything, you bring that back and we'll make a deal. In fact, if you need seats or something, shit, go get 'em." He waved at the junkyard behind him.

"Thanks," Randy nodded. "Hey, you've got a machine shop, right?"

"Yeah."

"We might want to use it sometime. If we do, we'll bring someone along to entertain you -- we've got a couple more..."

Ed grunted. "Yah. Whatever." He signed over the registration and the bill of sale. "You're all set. Drive careful -- I bet you ain't got insurance." Grinning, he walked off.

Randy tossed the keys to Toby. "Why don't you drive." Toby nodded and got in up front. "The playroom," Lon declared.

Toby started the van and followed him down the dirt drive for a few feet, then stopped, looking at the fence. Waving wildly, he got Lon's attention; Lon backed up and shut down his car. "Hey, what's that?" he asked.

Lon eyed the item sticking up above the fence. "Looks like one of those tables..." He pounded on the side of the van, "Randy! Get out here!"

Randy popped out the back doors, "What?"

"See that?" Lon pointed.

Randy squinted. "Yeah." Turning to Trish, he said, "Stay in here. We'll be right back." Closing the van door, he led the trio back up the dirt lane.

"Well, that shit ain't in my yard," Ed told them, "but I can probably get him to give you the fucker." He got on the phone, and came back. "Tell Earl I sent you."

Ten minutes later, the boys were lugging a medical exam table out of the adjoining junkyard. "Thanks, Man!" Randy said, waving as they loaded it into the van. Grabbing Trish's discarded clothing, he hauled her out and took her to the car. "Get in -- duck your head..."

Trish was crying quietly. Randy unlaced the hood and pulled it off. "Why are you bawling? You did good! You did everything you were told and didn't start any shit..."

"I feel... dirty..." Trish sobbed.

"You don't want to get wrapped around the axle over who you fuck and where and why and how and all that shit," Randy told her. "You fuck who we say to fuck, and you do a good job, and we'll keep anything too shitty from happening. On the other hand, if you piss us off..." He shook his head; she was sniffling and carrying on... He pulled her head into his lap. "Come here. Settle down..." He grabbed a handful of bare breast and hugged her to him.

The problem with that was that it made him horny. Her head in his lap didn't help, either. "Damn!"

"What?" She gazed up at him, worried.

"Me getting a hard dick doesn't help you feel any better."

"Well," she sniffled, "actually, it DOES! It means maybe I'm still desirable after... that..."

"What was so bad about it?" Randy asked.

"Well... I mean aside from the fact that I don't think I'd have wanted to have sex with him anyway, he smelled -- like dirty oil, actually. And he was rough."

Smelling like dirty oil wasn't going to be anything refutable. "Rough? We're not always gentle..."

"No, but he was -- I don't know -- rushed, grabby. He acted sort of like a starving dog with a steak, you know? It was... scary." Trish shivered.

"Well, he probably doesn't get a lot," Randy guessed.

"It seemed that way," Trish agreed. "I'm gonna have nightmares wondering what he looked like..."

"Well, he wasn't super-ugly, or anything," Randy replied. "Besides, you're pretty picky -- it's something we're trying to cure you of."

"I -- That was a mistake," Trish replied. "I underestimated you. Am I ever gonna live it down?"

Randy shrugged. "Maybe, someday. Besides, there are plenty of other dudes. You don't have to put up with me."

Trish looked unhappy and put her head down. Toby made a mental note to talk to Randy about Trish.

Adele looked up and noticed Candace through the storefront windows of Chong's, stepped back inside, and gathered up the heavy curtain. "Took you long enough," old man Chong grunted.

"I got tied up," Adele replied. The drapes were large and heavy and took two trips -- which meant that she surprised Candace taking the first load as she delivered the second. "Well, this will have to do," she chuckled.

"They're perfect -- with the possible exception of length," Candace replied quietly. "Thanks!"

"No problem," Adele replied. "See you later!" She headed back inside.

There was a van in the driveway when Candace got back to the house. Cautiously, she headed inside and down the stairs where there was some kind of banging going on. Lon was the first person visible. "What's with the van?"

"We needed an enclosed vehicle," Toby replied from off to one side. "Look what we found!"

Candace took a look; Randy Hayes and a black girl she wasn't sure she recognized were wiping off what looked like a doctor's exam table -- complete with stirrups! "Where on Earth did you get that?"

"A friend of a friend," Randy replied.

"How rusty is it?" she asked.

"Nothing a little sanding and paint won't fix," Toby replied. "The cushions are fine and the fittings are stainless steel."

"Well, it's convenient, I guess," Candace replied. "I've got drapes out in the car."

Lon puffed out a sigh. "That's great, but it's gonna mean more work."

Candace nodded. "You'll need to run out and get something to hang them with. Why don't you and Toby go get them?" Lon nodded, waved at Toby, and the pair headed up the stairs.

Candace approached Randy and Trish. "You're...?" she asked.

"Trish," the girl replied.

"Oh, yes, I remember," Candace replied. "Welcome, I guess."

"Thanks, I guess." Trish looked wildly unhappy.

"What's the matter, Hon?" Candace asked, moving closer.

"They made me..." Trish couldn't get it out.

Randy had no issues. "We were short money for the van, so we had Trish fuck the guy."

Candace grimaced. "That's not terribly nice."

"Maybe not, but it won't be the only time it happens, will it?" Randy challenged.

Candace grimaced. "No, I guess not."

"Look, nobody is planning on putting her on the street to earn money, but we had something he wanted and he had something we wanted -- besides, she thinks she can be picky. You should have heard what she said to me!" Randy rasped.

Trish broke down and started bawling, loudly. "Why don't you help the guys and leave her with me for a bit, Randy," Candace suggested.

"Sure." Having Trish cry bothered him.

Outside, Toby stopped, alerted to an emotional uproar. "Shit." He got moving again.

"What?" Lon asked.

"Randy's riding Trish real hard -- and she doesn't need it."

"Hey, it's up to him..." Lon argued.

"Yeah, but I don't think he gets it." Silence reigned as the pair hauled chunks of heavy black fabric out of the trunk.

Downstairs, Candace moved to console Trish. "I'm sure it wasn't a lot of fun, but these things happen..."

"It's not that -- it's Randy!" Trish wailed.

"Oh?"

"The other thing wasn't fun, and I'd like to take a shower -- but Randy -- he's so hard-hearted..."

"Why is that?" Candace asked.

"I... insulted him, that first day," Trish replied. "I was used to him being kind of goofy and ogling girls... I said I didn't want to fuck him. He... he was so totally different, suddenly -- I wasn't prepared... We had sex anyway, of course -- and I wished I'd kept my big mouth shut!"

"You want him to do you again?"

"More than that, even," Trish admitted. "He's strong and tough and demanding -- I get all mushy inside -- but he hates me!"

"Oh." Somehow, Candace wasn't surprised. "Give him time, Hon, and do what he tells you to do -- whatever it is. I'll try to talk to him for you, okay?"

"Would you?" Trish asked, hopeful.

"Don't expect miracles," Candace cautioned. "This bunch of boys doesn't respond well to persuasion. They have their thumbs on all of us -- even me!"

"Really?"

"Really," Candace grimaced. "Hey, have you ever hemmed anything?"

Outside, Toby looked up as Randy arrived. "You're riding Trish pretty hard."

"She's snooty."

"She's learned already. Ed wasn't any catch, and she did as she was told. You know she likes you, right?"

"She thinks I'm a fat pig," Randy retorted.

Toby shook his head. "You fucked that out of her. She wants you to handle her like Damian handles Alyssa, now. She wants to be your main squeeze."

"You're full of shit!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Got something in mind?" Randy replied.

"Not right now," Toby replied. "I'm telling you, though -- you toss her a crumb and she'll climb into your lap, Man." He paused moment. "On the other hand, part of what has her running is your attitude -- not taking any shit. If you give her a little hope, but don't go limp on her, she'll follow you around like a puppy dog."

"Yeah, right!" Randy snorted, grabbing an armload of fabric.

Lon grimaced. "Listen to Toby, Man -- he's right a LOT more often than not. Shit, even I can see she has the hots for you! You're killing her when you slam-dunk her like you have been."

"Yeah, well, I'm not sure I want her..." '...any more,' he finished in his mind. Randy had lusted after Trish for a while, but never had any chance of getting anywhere with it. Now, things were different -- but she'd pissed him off, and he wasn't feeling any too forgiving. Still, it might be interesting to see if the guys were right...

Candace took the drapes and began measuring them against the areas identified for closing off. The area that featured the ten-foot ceilings wouldn't require a lot of modification, but the seven and a half foot areas in front of the booths would take a lot more work. "Can you boys go to the store for the traverse system?" she asked. "If you can, I might be able to get the end area drape ready..."

"Okay," Lon replied. "Sally will be along shortly -- I think she knows something about this stuff. She can help until we get back. Toby can keep an eye on things here..." He eyed Trish significantly. Toby nodded; the pair headed out.

"Tell me again about the van?" Candace asked.

"It's enclosed -- no windows in the back," Toby supplied. "That will allow us to transport people without them knowing where we're going."

"Oh," Candace nodded. "Good idea."

"If Sally is more help, I'll take Trish outside to clean it some when she gets here," Toby said.

"Good," Candace nodded. "I'd like to use it to pick up Jiang Yi, if possible."

Toby nodded. "Until then, I can help here. By the way, where is the video camera?"

By the time the boys got back with a set of overhead tracks and some fastening equipment to use in attaching it to the ceiling, the drapes had been laid out and Candace and Sally were hemming them while Trish and Toby cut off excess fabric. Toby suggested that they use some of the heavy drapery fabric to soften the interior of the van, too. Cleaning the van hadn't occurred, though, simply because Lon and Randy had taken the van -- which was good planning, actually, considering the tracks were eight-foot strips...

Once they had returned, though, Toby and Trish were soon free to go outside. The van was pretty crusty, inside and out, so Toby had to get cleaning materials from Candace. Trish worked inside, while Toby did the exterior; Toby 'suggested' to Trish that she work nude, since she hadn't brought a swimsuit or anything. Trish didn't argue -- there had been too many mistakes made lately. The mattress Ed had supplied wasn't that awful, despite the fact that he hadn't been any too clean when they frolicked on it; Toby decided to leave it where it was for the time being.

Trish hated the work; it reminded her too vividly of her early afternoon. The smell of dirty oil was probably primarily psychological, but it made her nearly gag, anyway. Toby recognized the problem and reached out to adjust the aversion -- not removing it, just putting an end to the link to the van, linking it with her cleaning efforts. Trish didn't realize when it happened, exactly, but she did notice that the whole thing faded away...

It was almost four when everything that could be done had been; the drapes for the area in front of the booths were folded and stacked out of the way, and the others were up. The exam table was clean, and the boys were discussing tactics for the evening when Beth arrived with Dr. Rankin at four-thirty. Sonya had been called, and quietly warned that her mother would probably not return that evening; it was suggested that she should go see Alyssa. Candace had called Jiang Yi and informed her that the doctor was arranged for and that she would be around to pick her up at five-thirty.

Sally and Trish were out back; Trish was swimming, nude, at Candace's suggestion -- a further treatment for the trauma of her noon hour. Sally, still not allowed to swim due to her piercings, was sitting on the pool edge, talking with her. Masks and such were by the wayside; the boys had decided that Trish was thoroughly indoctrinated -- but Randy was sitting nearby, watching. Having gotten past the fact that they knew one another, they were discussing their situation. "How do you handle this?" Trish asked.

"I came in from the outside," Sally replied, "and I'm pretty much tied to one guy. But I do what he says, because he's serious about what he wants from me and he could walk, any time."

"What does that mean -- you came in from the outside?"

"I volunteered," Sally clarified. "My, um, boyfriend was already a member of the group. In order for me to be close to him, I needed to become a member." She grinned ruefully. "Basically, they have the same thing on me that they have on you."

"Why would you do that?" Trish asked, aghast. "Why would you set yourself up like that, deliberately?"

Sally made a face and looked away. "Two reasons, I guess -- he's worth it, and I like it."

"Now I REALLY don't understand!" Trish exclaimed.

"You don't know everybody, do you? They've been hiding their faces, right?" Sally asked. "My boyfriend -- although he probably wouldn't want me calling him that in front of you -- he's... well, he's a lot better than a girl like me can reasonably expect to catch. But HE found ME, and I'm happy about it. I'd do anything for him -- literally!"

"And the other piece?" Trish asked.

"He's... strict with me. He owns me, basically. Oh, I know, nobody can own you without your cooperation -- but he has mine. He has that blackmail material, and I make the occasional mistake that I have to live down. He... tests me -- and I try hard not to fail him, but it happens. I like being held to a higher standard, though. I like being tested. I like knowing he's watching me and that he owns me and that he thinks of me as his property." She eyed Trish. "You're an unwilling slave -- but I'm a willing one. I have a master; others will think he's my boyfriend, but he's more than that. And I like it that way." She waved Trish forward. "Look at this..." She raised her skirt, displaying her piercings. "See those? He did them -- every one. Do you know what they're for? He has this lock..."

Trish's eyes got as big as saucers. "No!"

"Yes!" Sally's face was, to Trish, inexplicably happy as she insisted, "They're to keep me from having sex with anyone else! They haven't healed yet, but when they do, he's going to lock me up!"

"And that's a good thing?" Trish exclaimed.

"Yes -- it means I'm his..."

"It means he doesn't trust you!"

"It keeps others out," Sally insisted, "whether it would have been with my permission or without. But more than that, it says that he owns me -- don't you see that?"

"Well, yeah -- but I don't think it's for me," Trish replied.

"Oh, it's NOT for everyone -- but it's okay for me, so it's how we do things." Sally shrugged. "You need to do things your own way, as much as they'll let you."

"How much is that?" Trish wondered.

"You know, I really don't know," Sally replied. "I think a lot of it has to do with you. There are women in the group -- older women -- who pretty much do as they please; they just get sex from the boys..."

"You mean, like that lady Candace?" Trish asked.

Sally smiled. "Candace is pretty much her own woman, with most of the guys -- but one of them makes her do things she doesn't want to -- or she SAYS she doesn't want to -- regularly." She shook her head. "It's an attitude thing, mostly -- all of them could be in big trouble, too, if what they were up to got out -- and the young guys are in the driver's seat. But most of them just ignore it... It's like, 'What's the worst thing that can happen? I get fucked?' That's what they're here for!"

"So I should think like that?" Trish asked.

"I don't think they're ready to let you, yet," Sally replied, flicking a glance at Randy. "But at some point, they may -- especially if you, um, volunteer a little, or something."

"I got volunteered to fuck some nasty mechanic today -- blindfolded!" Trish wrinkled her nose.

Sally shrugged. "I bet you end up fucking half of the football team -- that's something I'm hearing from my master. Not all at once, of course -- and they plan to keep things as anonymous as they can -- but it could happen."

"Jeez!"

Sally shrugged. "Better than dirty old mechanics..."

"Yeah, I guess..." Trish sighed. Sally was telling her to make the best of things -- and maybe that was the way to go. In the end, no one was going to accuse her of being a lesbian...

About then was where the wheels almost fell off; Damian called Candace and told her, "Pa wants to come around with his estimate."

"What?" Candace was jarred. "I don't know -- we've got something going down this evening. Did your mother tell you about the trouble we're having with Sonya Ho's mother?"

"No..."

"She's... not responding well to control."

"Yeah? What's the plan?" Damian asked.

"Lon and Toby have it. Hang on -- I'll let you talk to them." She chased down Lon, "It's Damian -- he wants to know what's going on."

"Hey," Lon grunted into the phone.

"Hey, what's up?"

"We got Ms. Ho coming here for the doc to look her over -- but then we're gonna ride her hard and put her up wet, and hope she figures out that she needs to play ball," Lon supplied.

"What's Toby got to say about it?" Damian asked.

"He seems pretty confident. It's me and Toby and Randy..."

"Hey, how about we kill two birds with one stone, Man? Pa wants to come around with his estimate for the job. He's been burnin' the midnight oil -- I think he wants some pussy, you know?"

"Timing sounds tight," Lon mused. "He might have to hang around for a bit..."

"Hey, for pussy? He'll hang..."

"Okay. Give us two hours -- is that okay?"

"Should be fine," Damian agreed.