Chapter 31

At Carter's, things had loosened up, once the ice was broken. Terence had erupted into Bonita's mouth within seconds of Clint; clutching Clint's dick while it pulsed semen into Brenda's mouth proved too exciting for Terence to maintain his cool. After that, Terence wandered off naked to find some blankets and pillows while the girls and Clint removed the coffee table from between the couch and the TV and opened it up, giving them all a bigger surface to move around on. They all ended up crosswise on the couch, Bonita down in front, followed by Terence -- and after some negotiation between them, Clint next, leaning on an arm to be able to see over Terence, with Brenda taking up the rear, sitting up. The movie had moved on to another scene -- coincidentally a foursome.

"Why are you so hopped up on the idea of seeing Terence and I do things?" Clint asked Brenda.

"Because you guys are dragging your feet," Brenda replied, looking up from her focus of attention, which was masturbating Clint. "Because we have a stake in things. What happens if one -- or both -- of you decides he likes boys better?"

Clint flashed her a look. "How serious a problem is that for you?"

"I don't know yet," Brenda admitted, "but it WOULD be a serious problem for Bonita."

"I like it," Terence rumbled. "I like about everything I've done. I'd like to be able to do it all without worrying about it -- but I don't think guys are gonna replace gals." He reached under Bonita's armpit to squeeze a breast. Bonita sighed.

"And that leaves me," Clint sighed. "And I don't know."

"Right," Brenda agreed. "I can probably play second fiddle, if that's the way you want it -- but I'd like to be able to have expectations, going in..."

Terence rolled over on his back -- which made things tight, given the layout -- and looked up at Clint. "It's all bullshit, Man. Game over. The girls aren't a problem -- they're supporting us. Who's on top -- well, is it really an issue?"

"Maybe not," Clint murmured, reaching tentatively for Terence's cock. "I'm just... nervous."

"Aahh... You said one time you liked to watch a particular type..." Terence gusted.

Clint sat up, concentrating on Terence's cock so he didn't have to look at anyone. "Yeah. Muscular, rough-hewn, gym rat types. In the flicks, it's generally no-holds-barred, but fair -- no top and bottom stuff. They trade off."

Brenda, who had shifted to massaging Clint's shoulders, murmured, "That explains Terence. I'd love to see him oiled..."

"Yeah," Clint admitted. "White guys don't generally show up so well." He seemed mesmerized by his efforts at masturbation. "You'd probably look good oily, too, Brenda."

"Thanks!" Brenda took it as the compliment it was.

"Scoot this way..." Terence requested. Clint slid sideways, bringing his cock into comfortable range for Terence. Terence wrapped his hand around it and started sliding it up and down. "It was your cock, Man. That's what did it for me. It's just... nice."

Bonita rolled over to watch, caressing Terence's arm. She'd promised to put up with this -- could she? Terence squeezed her hand when it reached his. Yeah, she could...

"Bren...?" Brenda got it -- and got out of the way. Clint got up on his hands and knees, nerved himself, and brought his mouth to Terence's throbbing meat.

"Uuuhh!" Terence shifted his attack on Clint's erection to the one dictated by Clint's position, coming in from behind, between his legs. It was a little awkward, and Clint shifting position to bring his ass closer to Terence didn't seem to help. Terence rolled Clint's balls in his hand and ran a finger along his perineum.

"Uuuhh!" Clint threw back his head. "It's scary how good that feels!"

"Let's try sixty-nine," Terence croaked.

Brenda wanted to play, but she knew that she dared not. Instead, she sat back and slid her hand between her legs. This was hot -- hotter than the video, because it was real! She glanced at Bonita, whose expression indicated that she was feeling left out. "Come here, Mamacita. Let the boys play," Brenda directed, holding out her arms. Bonita crawled into them, grateful for the comfort they provided.

Meanwhile, Clint and Terence were discovering that having Clint straddle Terence wasn't that great a solution. There was a slight difference in height, for one thing, and getting Clint down and into range for Terence wasn't working. Even if that looked to work, Terence had no way to pull Clint in and out... "Sides?" Terence grunted.

"Awright." They rolled toward the TV, since the girls were on the other side -- and it worked. Now they could adjust -- and each had some freedom of movement, something Terence had been lacking. It was still an upside-down kind of thing -- for Terence, at least, who had more experience at it -- but it was doable...

Clint was somewhat tentative -- inexperience caused him to worry about doing something wrong. He was amazed at how Terence just got into it -- the guy was all over his cock, sucking, moving his head, licking... It was great! "Wow, Man!"

Terence backed off. "I'm not sure this is the best way -- it's hard to get at the underside of the head..."

"Well..."

"It's okay, Man. I'll just do you and then you can do me, all right?" Terence offered.

"Okay..." The pair of them disconnected and rolled flat, then Terence waved Clint to the mattress edge and dropped to the floor. "This works better." He sucked in Clint's erection and started working on it.

Terence was right; Clint could tell the difference. Terence was hitting spots that just weren't accessible the other way -- and the improvement was noticeable! "Yeah, shit..." Clint gasped. "Fuck! Damn, that's great, Man!"

Terence popped off for a moment to say, "Scoot up. Don't worry, I'm not looking to set up a butt ride -- but you liked what I did earlier..."

"Yeah..." Clint did as he was asked. Nobody had ever messed with him behind his balls like that -- he'd had no idea... "You did this..."

"Yeah, a bunch of times," Terence admitted. "The guy would be pissed if I told you who it was, but we were slowly building up to anal. Then girls came along..." He shrugged and resumed sucking.

Brenda cuddled Bonita as they watched. "Does this bother you?"

"Not as much as I thought it might," Bonita admitted. "It's... kind of exciting to watch."

"Spread your legs a little," Brenda directed, and slid her fingers over Bonita's mound to play with her clit. Bonita sighed and settled back to enjoy the familiar touch of her first lover.

Despite a recent cum, Clint was highly aroused; much of sex is in the mind, and this was a fantasy come true for him. Terence was doing an amazing job -- even taking him in deep, occasionally, despite his length! The blowjob was a wet dream come true, and the extras, like Terence massaging his balls with gentle fingers and sliding his fingers along the line between the back of his ball sack and his asshole were enough to drive Clint wild! But Clint wanted more...

Clint rocked back and braced himself on his elbows, trying to find a way to give Terence more access to his ass. Terence, zoned out and totally into what he was doing, took a moment to notice, but he backed off and asked, "What's up?"

"You can... do more..." Clint panted. "Trying to let you at it."

"Oh..." Terence was surprised. After all the careful negotiation it had taken to get them this far, Clint was jumping out there... "Okay. Put your feet up on the edge." This opened up things, pivoting Clint's anus into view.

Clint watched with hot eyes as Terence, still jacking him with one hand, gently raised his balls with the other and licked behind them. "Yesss..."

"Tell me when you want me to stop," Terence murmured.

"Keep going!" Clint reached down to take over masturbation, freeing up Terence's other hand. Terence went ahead and did what Clint obviously wanted -- he whipped his tongue around the crinkled ring of Clint's anus! "AAAHH!" Clint groaned. His ass surprised him -- it was incredibly sensitive! "Yeah! Shit! Fuck!"

Terence was reaching the edge of his envelope -- he and Damian hadn't really gone much further than this! Clearly, Clint was gonna want a tongue -- and maybe a finger -- in there... and maybe more... He went to work tonguing Clint's bung, listening to his hisses and groans of pleasure. Clint wasn't nasty on the outside, but Terence wondered what he would run into inside...

A gradual increase in tongue pressure brought penetration. Clint wailed, "Ahhh, shit!" and pumped his cock like a maniac, grunting, "Yeah! Yeah!"

So Terence poked Clint with his tongue for a bit, somewhat amazed at how much Clint was enjoying it -- but to move on, he needed help... "Brenda!" Terence yelled, "Take over while I go get some lube!

"Up, Mamacita!" Brenda released Bonita so she could move. "Help suck or something!" She hopped down and knelt beside Terence.

"He likes having a tongue in there..." Terence explained. "He's gonna want it again..." Brenda nodded and took Terence's place, sliding her tongue into Clint's open hole. Terence hopped up and dashed out, headed for his bedroom.

Two minutes later, he was back. Clint had cooled some, but not a lot; Bonita was licking his glans as he masturbated, and Brenda was obviously as deep in him as her tongue could reach. Terence knelt and started lubing up a finger. "Dude..."

"If I change my mind, you'll be the first to know!" Clint panted.

"Awright..." Terence relieved Brenda at Clint's anus, applying a slick finger to the pulsing opening -- which swallowed it happily to the second knuckle.

"Uuhh!" Clint groaned -- but it was lust, not pain. Someone in the porn industry once said that anal sex is all about attitude; if you don't want it, it's rape and it's horribly painful and an intimate invasion of the most vile nature -- but if you DO want it, it can be an extremely pleasurable experience and any initial discomfort can be ignored. Clint wanted it; the more he got, the MORE he wanted it! Terence's finger was an invited guest! Terence eased the finger in over several strokes, keeping things well lubed. Suddenly, Clint jumped! "Whoa! What was that?"

Terence stopped dead. "Did it hurt?"

"No, it felt... weird..."

"Where?"

"In deep. Now, on the front side. Yikes!" Clint stiffened.

"Sorry!" Terence apologized.

"No, no! It just makes things... urgent... It's like I'm gonna get a nut right then!" Clint gasped.

Terence thought about it. "Hey, maybe it's that thing that the doctor pokes you for -- some gland... The one that makes your dick hard?"

"Yeah, that's probably it," Clint panted. "It's cool -- do it again..." Terence felt around and Clint jerked. "Yeah... I like it! It's weird -- I'm going limp, but I feel like I'm gonna shoot every time you touch it!"

"Want me to stop?"

"No. Keep it up..." Clint stopped masturbating, encouraging Bonita with a hand on her head to start sucking seriously, instead of just licking occasionally. Bonita flicked a glance at Terence, got a nod, and went ahead.

"Can I?" Brenda asked, her eyes glowing. Terence looked surprised. "He might want me to..." she mumbled.

It was on Clint, who thought about it. This was actually a pretty cool reaction to all this from her. "Yeah, okay." He engaged Terence's eyes. "I'm gonna want you to... do it... She can, like, go for two while you get ready..."

"This is so cool!" Terence let her lube her hand and take over, talking her through a rather hesitant Prostate Massage 101 with Clint's help. "It's not like there is a bump or anything, unless you press -- then you can kind of feel it..." Terence murmured.

"Yeah! There!" Clint gasped. Brenda had long fingers -- like everything else on her -- but they were narrower than Terence's, which made inserting a second finger easy. Clint, watching her glowing eyes as she fucked his ass with her fingers, couldn't believe she could get so into the whole thing... She was dead on, too, once she found it -- Clint felt like he was going to explode, despite the fact that the cock Bonita was dutifully nursing was decidedly lank...

Meanwhile, Terence slathered on the lube. He did his best to soak his cock, but the stuff didn't have much in the way of staying power. "Are you sure about this?" he asked Clint, fisting his thoroughly slimy tool.

"Yeah," Clint gasped, nodding. "Bring it!" He understood now why Robby had been in such a tearing hurry...

Terence nudged Brenda aside; she slid back reluctantly, but cooperated in trying to get Terence nosed into Clint's open anus before her fingers withdrew. Then she sat back to watch Terence penetrate what she hoped was her new lover's ass.

Clint groaned in pain; Terence's cock was decidedly wider than two of Brenda's fingers! But when Terence stopped, he waved him on, thankful that Terence was such a gentle soul. The guy was just hot all over...

Terence took it VERY easy. There was a stopping point at five inches or so -- it seemed that going on hurt Clint more than he could handle. Terence limited himself to that and began moving inside his friend.

"Come in from below a little bit, so you hit the... yeah, like that!" Clint puffed, draping his legs over Terence's shoulders. "Good, good..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Clint gasped. "It hurts some, sometimes, but it hurts good! Do it!" Terence, whose cock had been threatening to go lank under his concern for his friend's pain, started moving with more confidence.

Brenda got up from the floor and climbed up on Clint's left side. "Nita... Mamacita..." Bonita looked up and released Clint's cock into Brenda's care, sitting back. Brenda immediately tried to swallow it whole and began a much more vigorous blowjob.

Fred wasn't particularly quiet about arriving home -- he was mildly drunk -- but the foursome didn't hear him, anyway, being too intent on what they were doing. He heard them, though, and arrived at the living room doorway more or less expecting to find somebody making out -- but NOT his oldest son putting his dick into some big white kid's ass while two chicks looked on!

Fred froze, blinking. Everybody was deep into the whole thing, from the black girl kneeling next to Terence to the little chubby one sucking the white boy's dick. The white boy wasn't complaining -- he was telling Terence what to do to make it better! Fred watched in amazement while Terence settled into a stroke and the black girl got up and took over the blowjob -- ducking back when the Hispanic chick came up off the white kid's tool.

Real sex is a lot hotter than video -- and this was the hottest thing Fred had seen in some time! He undid his jeans and unlimbered his already half-hard meat and started jacking it, watching his son do something he'd recently decided he seriously wanted to do himself...

For Clint, it was all good. Terence braced himself on Clint's upraised knees and rocked into him, eventually making it to balls-deep; Brenda bent herself like a pretzel to get in low and suck -- which she was doing with great relish. Clint's cock was firming despite the flashes from inside his ass -- or maybe because of them. Brenda popped up to beg, "Will you fuck my ass? I want you to... I always wanted to do that... Want to play with it?" She scooted around, crouched low so she could continue to suck, presenting her ass to him. "Go ahead -- I've used toys..."

Clint was amazed. He wet a finger and rubbed Brenda's pucker, and she moaned softly around his dick. Looking up, he had Terence, a stone-hard statue with a huge plunger that slid in and out of his ass. He could see it, intermittently, when Brenda bobbed up -- which was usually when it was buried deep. At his side, he had Brenda's narrow back and boyish ass; she's spread her stance a bit and he could see her fingers manipulating her clit, but her asshole was his to play with. He was getting steely-hard inside her mouth as the pleasure built up. He licked his finger again; the first time, he'd sunk it to the second joint, feeling both the inner and outer rings of Brenda's sphincter grip it. Now he went deeper, sliding it in until his palm pressed against her tiny, round ass cheeks. Brenda moaned around his cock a second time. He started pulling it out and she whined softly; when he pushed it back in she raised her ass a bit to take it and moaned again. In, out, in, out, in... Clint suddenly realized that Brenda's moans of arousal were pushing him over the edge! He pumped her clutching asshole a few more times while she moaned around his cock, then grunted, "Shit! I'm gonna shoot! Oh, motherfuck!" The top of his head came off; he blew long jets of cum into Brenda's sucking mouth while bright stars burst before his eyes and the ocean roared in his ears!

And his ass clutched and pulsed and gripped Terence's cock -- which, added to the excitement of participating in Clint's orgasm, brought Terence off! Mostly silent, Terence emitted a couple of strained grunts with his glans wedged just beyond Clint's sphincter and poured a flood of his seed into Clint's guts!

Clint felt it -- the pulsing of Terence's cock, the splash against the inner walls of his colon. "Aww, Jeezus! That's so HOT!" he roared -- then Brenda lit off, clutching his finger with her ass as her whirling fingers brought her to orgasm with her mouth full of his seed!

There was silence for a few seconds, then Bonita emitted a whine of frustration. Clint looked up at her and said, "Come here -- I'll lick you. I owe you one -- I took Terence's last load..." Terence made to back out, but Clint grabbed his arm. "Stay there until it pops out on its own, okay? You can help with Bonita from there..." There was some cajoling and convincing, but eventually Bonita settled over Clint's mouth and Terence and Brenda added to things by kissing and fondling her until she shrieked out an orgasm, after which everyone separated and got into the recovery phase.

Fred got caught up in the big multiple-participant orgasm, spewing jizz on the doorframe -- jizz he couldn't clean up without making some kind of noise and being detected, so he left it, zipping himself back up and cat-footing it out of there, getting into his truck and quietly leaving. The bars weren't closed, but he didn't feel like more drinking -- he could get breakfast at a diner... Terence was fucking boys -- that was a surprise, but Fred couldn't get excited about it; in many ways, it was probably his fault. Besides, the boy was just doing what Fred wanted to. The bad news was that the boy would probably end up with a reputation -- you don't fuck a guy in front of two women and expect to keep it a secret! On the other hand, at least they were there, playing, too -- it wasn't just gay sex. Still, Terence was a fool to trust those two young cunts -- but there wasn't anything Fred could do about it. The cat was out of the bag, and how far he would run was anybody's guess.

Bonita found the mess, accidentally sticking her hand in it when she stopped in the door to look back before going on to the bathroom to dress and clean up. "Ewww!"

Everyone else circled around. A quick glance between the boys confirmed that no one had lost any loads in the doorway. "It's fresh," Brenda muttered.

Terence rubbed his face. "If it was Damian, he'd have just come in. Pa probably did it."

"Is that a problem?" Clint asked.

"Dunno," Terence shrugged. "We're outed, as far as he's concerned -- and he may think I don't know about him -- but I don't see that as leverage against me. It's possible that he might try to run a game against one of you guys, but the fact is you're all members and we have video of him doing all kinds of shit by now. Let's wait and see -- none of you has anything to fear from Pa -- but he might not know that." He waved the girls on, "Go get dressed and cleaned up so we can take you home looking like we didn't do anything. We'll clean this up." Brenda nodded and led Bonita off while Terence hit the kitchen for paper towels and cleaning spray.

"How bad is it?" Clint asked.

Terence shrugged. "This might sound stupid, but from his end, you probably have the most to lose -- and he's been looking for a guy..."

"So he might try to blackmail me?"

"Yeah. You don't have to put up with it, though -- just tell him you know the guys that did him up -- that's probably all it would take." Terence sighed. "On the other hand, he might never mention the whole thing to anyone -- and the group is gonna know, anyway..."

"What do you mean?" Clint asked carefully.

"I don't see us stoppin', do you?" Terence eyed his friend. "Let's get the girls home -- then we can talk about it."

They dropped Bonita off first; having a carload of people along made her parents less itchy, despite admissions as to sexual activity. One of Brenda's brothers stuck his head out the door as she got out, but seemed satisfied when she wasn't visibly unhappy. "Let's go back to your place," Clint suggested when Brenda disappeared inside.

"Might not be smart," Terence allowed. "Pa's been home once already."

"Well, if he says something..." Clint shrugged.

"He might not, since he don't know that we know," Terence replied.

"Well, all I have to do is go home and wait for The Bitch and whoever she gets on a hook," Clint grunted. "That isn't a thrill, if you know what I mean..."

Terence shrugged. "Okay..."

Once back at Terence's, they put the video away and went upstairs to talk; unmentioned was the idea that Clint might stay the night. "So this is it, huh?" Clint asked. "Bunk beds?"

"Yeah." Terence nodded, settling on the bottom bunk. "So..."

"How was it? Great. Embarrassing with the girls there, but very hot. How about you?"

"Yeah, like I said, I don't really see us stopping, based on that run-in. About the girls..."

"Yeah." Clint grimaced. "What do you think Brenda is up to?"

Terence rubbed his stubble. "I think she's playing straight-up," he opined. "She wants you, if she can have you, and she wants to keep her thing with Bonita -- and she's willing to put up with me to get you both." He paused a moment, then: "I can handle that."

Clint nodded. "She's been pretty cool, for a chick."

"What about the ass thing? Was that for real?" Terence asked.

"Yeah, I think so. It seemed to like my finger."

Terence nodded. "Look, Man, I liked it. I get into sucking and I had a helluva time fucking, you know? But I don't think it's gonna replace girls. No offense, and I want to do it again, but..."

Clint nodded. "I think I know what you're asking -- and I don't know yet. I think I owe Brenda another shot or two, for one thing."

"Yeah, me too," Terence agreed. "From the vibe, she might settle for second place -- but you really might want to think about putting her first, if she keeps being up-front like she has. We can be casual, but girls like commitments, you know?"

"That's all The Bitch ever does, it seems like," Clint grunted. "Get commitments and then..."

"Yeah, well, there's a lot of that goin' around," Terence replied, "but it ain't comin' from Brenda."

"Yeah," Clint mused. "That makes her special, all right. Next time, let's concentrate on the girls."

Terence shrugged. "You might want to go one-on-one with her and see what happens."

"Yeah, maybe," Clint mused, "What about your old man?"

"Did you hear him come in?"

"Yeah."

Fred hadn't been any too quiet the second time; he figured that if they were still fucking around they could just deal with it. But the mess had been wiped up, which was suspicious, and he heard voices upstairs... The fourth step had a nasty squeak, but he didn't know he'd been given away until Terence raised his voice, "Come on in, Pa."

"Fuck." Fred shambled into his sons' bedroom. "Guess I oughta be sorry or somethin'."

"Well, I figure we gave you reason to be interested," Terence replied, watching his father warily.

"Meanin' what?"

"Meanin' Mama would have been pissed if she found that mess on the door facing," Terence replied. "You must've got an eyeful."

"Yeah. You guys put on quite a show," Fred admitted.

Terence waited for a comment, but none came. "This is Clint. We're on the football team together." Again, he waited for a comment.

"What are ya waitin' for?" Fred groused after a moment.

"I'm waitin' for you to say something, Pa. You normally would."

"Yeah, guess I would," Fred muttered, looking away. "Probably a lot, depending on who it was. But I think I'll pass."

"How come?" asked Terence, trying to get it out in the open. "Are you sad? Pissed off? Disappointed?"

"Jealous, maybe?" Fred chuckled, pretending it was a joke. He turned to Clint, "Looked to me like you're a better piece of ass than some bitches I've had..."

Both boys looked bothered. "Pa..." Terence began.

"No offense," Fred waved his hands. "Look, uh, I've had my nose rubbed in the fact that bein' an asshole don't make you popular a bunch of times lately. Let's, uh, say I ain't got room to talk -- shit, I was standing there jacking off, not wadin' in and scaring the shit out of everybody. What does that say about me?" He chuckled to let them know he was kidding and turned to Clint, "So, do you fuck old guys?"

Clint hesitated, then muttered, "That was the first time I fucked ANYBODY."

"Sorry." Fred backed off. "You stayin' the night? Where's Damian?"

"Damian's up at the clubhouse trying to spread himself across two women," Terence grunted. "Pa..."

"Yeah, I know -- none of my fuckin' business." He turned to leave, then turned back. "Do what you gotta -- but watch out for them women. How good a handle you got on them, anyway? They talk, you know."

"Pretty good," Terence replied. "Especially Bonita."

"That the black one? Ain't much to her..."

"No, that's Brenda -- she's in track. Bonita's the other one," Terence advised.

"Nice titties on that one," Fred commented.

Terence grinned. "I'll tell her you said so. That'll probably make her blush when she meets you."

Fred chuckled, then turned serious, "They'll put your shit in the street..."

"We've got a little something on them, too, Pa. You can relax," Terence assured him.

Fred grunted, then eyed Clint, cocking his head. "Skinny one looked like she was doin' a Hoover."

Clint nodded. "Yeah, good head."

"Awright." Fred couldn't think of any excuse to stay. He waved and headed downstairs.

Clint and Terence stood eyeing one another, the question hanging between them. Finally, Clint rubbed his face. "Yeah. Shit, he's built just like you! Bigger even, maybe!"

Terence grinned crookedly. "Want me to yell for him?"

"I'm just saying... You're not pissed, or anything?"

"No." Terence stood there, thinking. "Where were we?"

"Brenda?"

"Maybe. Or were we done with that? Are you gonna go one-on-one with her?"

"Yeah," Clint nodded. "Tomorrow, probably."

"So..."

"I owe you a blow job."

"I owe you a piece of ass, but we don't want to get Pa too excited," Terence grinned. "I'll close the door."

"Okay, Baby," Louise said, settling back in Rico's passenger seat, "It's time to get down to business. I'm gonna take it from the top -- ready?"

Rico flicked 'Elle' a glance, wondering when she was going to take that stupid mask off. "Okay."

"All right. You've been exposed the club, and now the club has been exposed to you. Obviously, a club where women fuck underage boys and guys fuck underage girls has to be a secret -- so we collect a little blackmail material on every member, so they have something to lose. Are you with me so far?"

"Yeah."

"You probably had yours already, but you added to it tonight -- that little game we ran on that bastard Fernando is on video. I hope you don't mind too much..." Louise smiled winningly.

Rico frowned. "So I'm on video fucking him over?"

"Yes. At least. You've had a couple of the girls, right? That's probably been collected, too. And I know of one other thing..."

"When were you gonna tell me?"

"If you didn't make the membership? Probably never," Louise told him. "It isn't blackmail for money -- it's for our protection. You're going to learn secrets that could hurt people -- quite a few people, at this point. We just make sure you have a reason to keep them," Louise placated.

"Well, okay. If you're sure."

"Honey, they have a fine flick of me taking on a couple of teenage boys -- not to mention MY participation in tonight's festivities. Do I look worried?" Louise asked.

Rico shrugged. "Can't tell from behind the mask."

"I'm getting to that, Baby." Louise reached up and undid the mask.

"Hey, aren't you Fred's...?" Rico gasped, taken aback.

"Wife. Yes, I am, Baby. Does that bother you?"

"Well, uh..."

"It's good that you're loyal to him, Baby, but you know he doesn't deserve it," Louise said calmly. "I know you know he fucks around on me -- and YOU know it isn't because I don't put out or I'm a dead lay -- don't you, Baby?" Rico looked uncomfortable. "It's all right -- I know about that blonde, for instance. You know why, too, don't you -- or part of it at least. It's so he can brag to the boys about what a stud he is. What you DON'T know is why that's so important..."

And Louise presented her case. She told Rico the reason behind Fred's behavior, and why he felt he had to maintain the façade. She told him about Fred's hidden activities -- and his hidden interests -- and she told Rico that the difference between him and Fred was the lies Fred told about it. She told him about their early days and the swinging and the accident of Damian's birth -- and the reasons behind it -- and how it and Fred's big secret had over time turned their home into an armed camp. "Do you know why he's blackballed, Baby? I did it -- I won't let him do the kind of shit to everybody that he does to me and the boys. I was against letting him even be a guest, but the boys insisted that it was necessary to get the job done. I'd much rather that we just let you do whatever..."

"Well, thanks..." Rico didn't know what to say.

"Baby, if you're still uncomfortable, then we should probably turn around," Louise said quietly, "because at this point, it's him or me. We can just let the group thing slide -- especially since we have your initiation handled and don't have to worry about you. I'll understand, Baby -- and I won't hold it against you. You're just being loyal to a friend. But, like I said, he REALLY doesn't deserve it."

Rico pursed his lips. It was all well and good to be loyal to one of the guys, but Fred really wasn't THAT good a friend -- in fact, he could be a royal pain in the ass! The black underdog thing rubbed Rico the wrong way -- especially since Fred managed to turn it into, 'I'm down, but I'm better than you!' Fred had stiffed Rico a bunch of times, and although he'd gotten him this sweet deal, Fred owed Rico several more good turns before he'd be anything resembling a friend...

Louise could see where Rico was headed by looking at him, so she put the final nail in the coffin, "You know, Fred got you in the door and he organized you maybe one fuck -- but after that, you made your own way. We owe you a lot more than we owe Fred. And Fred didn't sponsor you for group membership -- I did that. Fred isn't a member..."

"We'll be at my place in a couple of minutes," Rico said quietly. "Are you going to have to wear a mask for George?"

"No, Baby," Louise purred, "I figure I'll be safe."