Chapter 6

Randy dropped Alyssa at home and went to pick up Tabitha. Ed's place was closed; he had to bang on the door before Ed appeared in an unzipped coverall and let him in. Tabitha was in the back room, still naked; Ed had dragged a bench seat from a van in and lowered it flat for them to play on. "Are you guys done?" Randy asked shortly.

"Yah, I guess," Ed grunted, sticking a half-smoked stogie in his mouth and lighting it. "Throw your clothes on, Sweet Thang."

"Shit." Tabitha groused.

"What?" Randy rasped, irritated.

"I was gonna wheedle him for seconds," Tabitha replied. "We've been necking and talking, mostly..."

Randy frowned, "What about?"

"Me pimpin' her out to guys I know," Ed grunted. "Somethin' about her mama wantin' her to make a buck..."

"Oh," Randy grunted. "Yeah, that. More like Mama wants to make a buck."

"Yup," Ed agreed. "Lookit, I figure I got some on account..."

Randy eyed him. "Me, too, actually. When?"

"I dunno." Ed eyed Tabitha. "Tomorrow?"

Randy scratched his head. "Look, if you two are gonna do this pimping thing on the side, then you might as well know where she lives," he told Ed. "But there are a couple of things I want REAL CLEAR because if you fuck 'em up, either of you, somebody's gonna be REAL pissed!"

Ed rubbed his stubble. "Like what?"

"We've got first call," Randy insisted. "We have a hold on her -- she knows why -- and we'll want to use her, regularly. You guys plan something and it turns out we need her, tough shit."

"That gonna be real hard, you figure?" Ed asked.

"Probably not," Randy replied. "But I'm enforcing it. Second -- and more important -- anybody she fucks uses rubbers, unless they do what YOU did -- go out and get blood tests and stuff. Tab gets passed around inside our group and to a couple of other outsiders; if she gets something from some dude, we're gonna tell whoever gets it who he is and they won't be happy. BOTH of you be careful about this -- OR ELSE!" He turned to Tabitha, "Tab, you start carrying rubbers -- you hear?"

"Uh huh." This all made sense to Tabitha.

"Last but not least -- we don't know shit about this; you two get picked up by the vice squad or something, me and my group don't exist. We don't want no money and we don't want to be involved. This is a side thing and it has nothing to do with us. Get me?" Randy demanded.

"Yeah, yeah," Ed waved a hand. "Remember, though, that this is to keep her mama off YOUR backs..."

"Maybe, but I ain't thrilled, and I ain't sure anybody else will be, either!" Randy retorted. "Okay, Tab, I'm leaving you here, since that's what I'm hearing you want. Are we cool?"

"Cool!" Tabitha nodded, grinning.

"Okay, then. Later..." Randy stalked off, got in the van, and headed for home.

Ed fished his stogie out of his mouth. "Awright, where was we?"

Tabitha looked coy. "You were gonna show me your place..."

"I was? Oh, yeah, I was!" Ed grinned from ear to ear.

By Thursday morning, the football tryouts were frenetic. No one was giving an inch and everyone was flat out. Whispers had gone everywhere that there were people out there interested in seeing the team attain its former glory -- and they were willing to provide some exciting incentives! Martin approached Toby quietly and murmured, "Whatever you're doing, it's working like gangbusters -- but can you keep it up?"

"At the current rate?" Toby asked, "Yeah. We have... a rotation going. The ones who don't get a break are me and Randy, since we have to coordinate things."

"Can you handle it?" Martin asked, concerned.

Toby shrugged, grinning. "All part of being a manager... Randy gets irritated periodically, but..."

"Maybe Hank can take a more active role..." Martin suggested.

"Well, we're trying to keep fingers from pointing at you," Toby replied, "but we do try to keep the van driver out of sight."

"You guys talk about it," Martin said, "Do whatever you think is best."

"Yessir."

"Yesterday was awesome!" Clint whispered, plopping down on a bench beside Terence. "Absolutely awesome!"

Terence grinned. "Glad you enjoyed it!" He decided to push the envelope a bit. "You want anything, talk to Toby. He can organize damn near anything and you can trust him with just about anything."

"No shit?"

"Shit he knows about me would fuck me up forever, if it got out," Terence muttered. "As it is, I got no worries."

"I'll bear that in mind." Clint moved off, called up for another practice play.

Toby took the simple route in picking a service girl; he wandered over to where Brenda was panting after a two hundred meter sprint and told her, "I need you after practice."

"What for?" Brenda panted. "Nita says..."

"Suck a cock," Toby interrupted, knowing where she was headed. "Not mine."

"What about Nita?"

"What about her?"

"Well, we usually..."

"Hey, fine. She can come. -- I don't care. She can take over for you if she wants, but I'd prefer she didn't."

Brenda nodded; Nita would fill in for her willingly -- but then Brenda would miss out on the fun... "No problem."

"Be waiting after practice; I'll come get you once we tuck whoever it is in the van."

"Okay."

They decided on Mark Torres, the other wide receiver; the guy had been literally dancing all over the field in practice. Tad was going to be unhappy, in the long run; Mark caught everything Damian put in the air, which was something Tad couldn't boast.

In the meantime, the glass for the showers came in -- but Fred was still leery of going back to the playroom... "Hey, Rico, can you do me a favor?"

Rico shrugged. "Like what?"

"The glass came for the showers came in -- wanna give me a hand?" If he took Rico, maybe shit wouldn't happen...

"Yah, sure." A little pussy would be nice...

"I'll call the boys."

Damian got it as voice mail after the morning session and called Randy, "Hey, what's on Tab's schedule?"

"Dunno," Randy replied. "I left her so she could fuck around with Ed for a while yesterday. Her mama wants her pimped out for money, for shit's sake!"

Damian grinned, shaking his head -- which Randy couldn't see, of course. "Her mama is a piece of work."

"Yeah, well, Ed thinks he can pass her around a couple of his buddies for a buck or two to get mama off our backs. I warned them both to use rubbers if the guy can't show a clean bill of health -- I told Ed about a dozen of us would beat the fuck out of him if she came down with shit." Randy related.

Damian grimaced. "I ain't thrilled. Maybe we ought to control that shit closer. I don't want in the pimp biz, but we don't want anything hanging out that will fuck us up."

"I told 'em that we don't wanna know shit, and don't call us if they get pulled in by the cops or something. We don't know about it."

"Still," Damian grunted. "I'll talk to Tab."

"Better talk to Ed," Randy chuckled. "Tab's limited, everywhere but between the fucking legs."

"Well, anyway, get a grip on her -- Pa and Rico are going over this evening to put glass in the showers. With any luck, it won't happen until we're done, but..."

"Better not be!" Randy grunted. "We only got one van..."

"Right." Damian hung up and went off to chase down his brother. The glass would have to be delivered to the site, too...

Randy yelled for Alyssa. "Sissy! Get Tab on the phone!"

Ed's place hadn't been much, as it turned out -- no surprise -- it was an old single-wide trailer out back of the office. It was funky -- naturally -- but VERY well maintained under the grime. Ed had fucked the shit out of Tabitha twice, then he took her home in his pickup -- and he gave her twenty bucks, more or less as a promissory note. Things seemed to work; Ed had a dick and Tabitha had a pussy and both of them needed work. Nobody was falling in love, or anything. Big Momma had asked if she was getting paid yet and Tabitha told her yes, but she was still learning, so she wasn't making big bucks or anything; she'd handed Big Momma the twenty -- Big Momma asked, "What did ya do for this, Honey?" Tabitha told her it was for a fuck, and Big Momma asked, "Where's the other half? Did your pimp keep it?" Tabitha, let off the hook, agreed, and that seemed to satisfy Big Momma; she went back to her TV.

Alyssa's call was a pleasant surprise for Tabitha; she wasn't expecting more any time soon, since the boys seemed to have gotten what they wanted from Ed and Ed wasn't planning on approaching Earl right away. The construction guys didn't need much in the way of clothing -- just sex, and plenty of it -- so she just showered and changed and plopped on the couch to wait.

Big Momma eyed her. "Somethin' up?"

Tabitha nodded, watching TV. "I'm going out later -- it's a club thing."

"Meaning no money," Big Momma groused. "You sure you don't want me to have a word with yo' brother?"

"NO, Momma!" Tabitha insisted. "The group does good things for me. It isn't just the sex -- I have friends now -- people I can talk to! We're working on the pimp thing -- I do NOT want Jason even NEAR my friends!"

"Some friends," Big Momma grunted. "Blackmailin' yo' big dumb ass!"

"That's just so everything stays secret, Momma -- they won't DO anything. And what they want, well..."

"You'll give away for free," Big Momma sneered.

"You don't make no money off YOUR boyfriends!" Tabitha retorted.

"I get stuff I need..."

Tabitha snorted. "Like cocks. Well, I get cocks, too."

"I get my weed and my booze, too," Big Momma insisted. "That shit's expensive!"

"I don't need that!" Tabitha retorted. "But when I DO need something, I know they'll help me get it!"

"Sure they will!" Big Momma snorted. "Sure they will." The pair stopped speaking to each other at that point.

By then, they had things down to a fine art; Toby collected Mark and delivered him to the van off-campus, then went back to where Brenda and Bonita were waiting to pick them up in his car. "Duck your heads so you don't get seen," he cautioned -- not revealing the hidden agenda he had of keeping them from determining where they were going. Bonita followed instructions readily without thinking about it, but Brenda required a mental nudge to get her to stay down. Toby drove past the van, waving Randy to follow and they made their way to the playroom.

Once there, Toby led the girls downstairs, sticking them in Booth Three and familiarizing them with the layout, then collected Mark. "Okay, what have you heard?"

"Nobody wants to say, exactly, but everybody has just been crazy..." Mark replied. "Whatever it is, it's gotta be great..."

"Most people think it's pretty cool..." Toby replied. "We have a couple of things, but the standard thing, well... Stick your cock through that hole over there..."

Mark blinked. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

"I'm gonna stick my cock in a hole? And get what?"

"Well, either a blowjob or a fuck, depending on what the girl on the other side feels like doing..." Toby shrugged.

Mark's eye popped. "No shit? There's a girl back there?"

"Two, actually..."

"Son of a ..." Mark frantically undid his pants and shoved his cock through the hole, watching Toby to see if he was going to start laughing or something -- but soft lips enveloped his erection, as advertised... "Jesus!" It was intense! It was Heavenly! It was... "Awwww SHIIIIT!!!" Overloaded, Mark let go into Brenda's mouth in under ten seconds.

Embarrassment curbed his pleasure; he'd shot off in no time at all! He staggered back, his cock still pulsing, "Shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

"What's the matter?" Toby asked. "Did she bite you?"

"Not hardly," Mark replied, his expression hangdog. "I'm done already."

Toby knew better than to laugh. "Everybody gets charged up sometimes. Go for seconds."

"Really?"

"Why not? It WAS pretty short -- she probably didn't even get warmed up!"

"I don't know if I can..." Embarrassment made Mark's cock lank, but he stuck it through -- and a soft hand jacked his foreskin and a warm, wet tongue swiped over the head a couple of times and he firmed right up. "God, that's good!" He plastered himself to the wall so the hot mouth on the other side could have all of his length. "Why do you do it like this?" he asked.

"It's anonymous," Toby shrugged. "This way, the chick on the other side isn't marked as a cocksucker, and she doesn't know who you are, either."

"Seems a shame... Uh!" Mark grunted. "I might want to -- UH! -- return the -- OGOD! -- favor..."

If he thought things were good before, he was in for a surprise! Complimented like that, Brenda redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking and fondling his balls...

"Omigawd!" Mark mashed himself even harder against the wall. "She's incredible! AAAUUUUUUGGHHHH!!!!!" He exploded in Brenda's mouth again, for the second time in three minutes!

Mark had embarrassed himself for a second time, but he couldn't get away; a soft hand held him firmly while lips and a tongue teased and pleased him in the aftermath of that second volcanic cum. Mark thought he was going to go insane from the pleasure! "Ogod! Ogod!" he gasped.

"What's up?" Toby asked, grinning.

"I think she wants thirds..." But Mark was done for the moment; Brenda nursed him until it became clear that he was going flaccid before reluctantly letting go. Mark staggered back and hauled at his pants while waddling over to collapse on a chair. "That was incredible!"

Toby grinned. "So, what do you think of our incentive program?" he asked.

"It's a wonder guys aren't killing each other out there!" Mark retorted. "I'd give my left nut to get THAT again!" He grimaced. "It might slow me down..."

Toby chuckled. "Let me go check on the girls." He headed back behind the curtain.

Brenda was glassy-eyed and was riding two fingers. "Got anything you want me to tell him?" Toby asked.

"Tell him he says the sweetest things," Brenda panted. "Will you fuck me? Please?"

Toby pursed his lips. "I have to get him back to the school. If you still want it when I get back, no problem. In fact, I can scare up some for Bonita, too, pretty easily. Why don't you girls come out and keep each other warm on the couch until we get back? I'll knock on the door as we're headed out; wait a few seconds, then come on out."

"Okay!" Brenda gasped, turning her attention to Bonita.

Toby closed the door and headed back to Mark. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Mark nodded. They were done here.

"The girl says you're sweet," Toby continued as he waved Mark up the stairs.

"Well, she is, too!" Mark retorted. "More than that, maybe!" He headed up the stairs, Toby following as soon as he'd indicated to the girls that they were on their own.

Upstairs, Toby ushered Mark into the van. "Some girls just have hidden talents. You'd never give that one a second look at school."

"That's too bad," Mark agreed. "Too bad we can't all wear signs that say how good in bed we are..." 'Not that I know,' he added mentally; the blowjob he'd just gotten was his premiere sexual experience...

"Yeah," Toby agreed, locking him in the van. He came around front and got in with Randy. "Let's take him home."

"That didn't take long," Randy grinned.

"Yeah, and he's embarrassed about it," Toby chuckled. "By the way, the girls want some when we come back."

"As long as I'm ready when old man Carter and his friend need to be picked up," Randy agreed. "Shit, we have to get Tabitha, too!"

Toby shrugged. "Pick her up on the way..."

Mark was quickly dealt with; on their return to the playroom, they found that the girls had made themselves at home, putting the relatively secure location and supportive surroundings to good use by dragging down a mattress and going into a sixty-nine on it, Bonita on top.

"Well! THAT'S shit hot!" Randy grunted.

Toby nodded agreement. "Why don't you take advantage of Bonita's position? She needs to be well-rounded, and I've fucked her..."

"Yeah?" Randy raised his eyebrows.

"She's got a thing for Terence," Toby related in a whisper. "I couldn't break it. You might, though..." Besides, Brenda was a better fit...

"Oh, okay. Gotcha." Randy shucked out of his clothes, chuckling to himself about Toby's 'well-rounded' reference. From here, it was apparent that Bonita was VERY well-rounded -- her ass, her tits -- Hell, EVERYTHING on her was round!

Bonita had been vaguely aware that the boys were back, but Brenda had pinned her in place, so she kept on with what she was doing. The soft, blunt head of Randy's cock was a surprise -- but she was well warmed up; he slid home easily in her and was VERY welcome! "Dios mio!" she cranked her head back to gasp, "Fuck!"

"I'm happy to oblige!" Randy snorted, setting up a steady rhythm.

Accommodating Randy caused Bonita's pussy to lift away from easy reach -- and Bonita lost her ability to focus on Brenda's clit pretty quickly, too, leaving her trapped underneath without any outlets -- but Toby undressed and circled around, throwing himself flat on his stomach, and started sucking her big, bare clit. "Oh, fuck!" Brenda gasped as he got down to work.

"Can't right now," Toby replied. "This will have to do until they move..." He added a finger in her slot, then, based on a fleeting thought, discovered her asshole...

"OMIGAAAAAWD!!!" Gentle probing with the tip of a finger on her bud brought on an eruption that threatened to unseat the other couple from below! "Ah, shit! Yes! PLEEAASE!!" Brenda spread herself wide and grabbed her ankles in order to present her bung for Toby to probe.

'Huh!' Toby mused, obliging her. Brenda REALLY liked having her asshole played with -- something she hadn't even told her chunky girlfriend, apparently. 'Well, fine...' He wet the finger and proceeded to penetrate her; clearly, from her reaction, she liked it -- and was trying to be as receptive as possible. He kept at it until his middle finger was palm deep in her narrow ass while she bucked and gasped and let him know in no uncertain terms that she was enjoying it.

It was such a distraction to Randy and Bonita that Randy grabbed the Hispanic girl by the hips and rolled her off Brenda, pulling out to get her a complete revolution back to kneeling on her hands and knees before plugging back into her. Bonita, who was coming down off a cum, didn't complain -- she just grunted and moaned and threw her ass back at Randy.

There was lube on the side table; Toby withdrew his finger and told Brenda, "Go bend over the couch." Brenda nodded and got up and was bent over, spraddle-legged, watching him when he turned from the table with the lube in his hand. "Ready?"

Brenda just nodded, wide-eyed, and watched while he lubed two fingers and pressed one, then the other into her anus. He handed her the bottle so he could use his other hand to manipulate her wet clitoris -- but he was well aware that he didn't have to; she was getting off on the anal penetration in ways he found frankly amazing!

Brenda waved Toby closer and contorted herself so that she could reach -- and use lube on -- his erection, while grunting as he ran his fingers in and out of her back hole; there was no question what was coming next... She got his cock good and slick and tugged him back around behind her by it and it was time for the main event...

Toby nosed his glans against his fingers, then withdrew them, trying to make use of his earlier efforts. It only worked so far; two fingers was not a cock -- especially his! "UUUUUGGGHHH!!" Brenda groaned -- but she held her ground, pressing her little round ass back at him while he impaled her on his pole, millimeter by millimeter.

The water-based lube wasn't impressive in this application, and Toby knew that he was hurting her -- but he also knew that she didn't want him to stop. He backed and filled multiple times before getting most of his length in her; she stopped him with about two inches remaining, indicating that it was just too painful to continue. But she didn't complain at his movement... One hand was beneath her, whirling in circles over her distended clitoris; she gasped and moaned and muttered, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" Toby started working his cock in her -- short strokes at first -- while the available lubrication inside her colon took over for the water-based lube that got him there.

Bonita watched Toby move his big dick in Brenda's asshole through pleasure-glazed eyes. 'Why would anyone want to be fucked THERE?' she wondered vacantly. The boy plowing her treasure was great -- and it was where a dick was SUPPOSED to go -- why do it any other way? But experience told her that Brenda was loving it... Her mind drifted from her girlfriend and sometime lover to more immediate concerns; Randy's big dick was almost as good as Terence's, and it was bringing on that urgency again... "Omigawd! Omigawwwd! DIOS MIO!!!" Orgasm flashed through her again in waves linked directly to Randy's pounding stroke.

Meanwhile, Brenda's anus had succumbed to her will and Toby's cock; he was getting full-length strokes, the depth problem having resolved itself along with the lubrication issue. Toby's heavy balls were thumping against her labia and the fingers she used on her clitoris with every stroke, and when he backed out, her sphincter clutched at his glans, not allowing it to pass. Brenda contented herself with quiet grunts and low panting moans; Toby could tell when she came by the way her anus clamped and pulsed on his length. Another might not know whether she was enjoying herself or not, but Toby's odd sixth sense told him that she was enjoying the feel of his cock moving in her as much -- if differently -- as she'd enjoyed having him in her vagina. That freed him to make the most of it for both of them, and he plowed her ass unmercifully, knowing that mercy was neither needed nor expected. He went digging for his pleasure in long strokes that bashed him against the cushions of Brenda's little round ass cheeks -- and Brenda welcomed him, pressing back to get the maximum value from every stroke.

Randy's balls started boiling; he clutched Bonita's wide hips and doubled up his stroke as the urge to jet cum into her became unbearable, then clutched her to him as he peaked inside her. Bonita, who was over the top to the point that another orgasm was possible, found release as his cum splashed inside her -- not a major explosion, but a good finishing cum nonetheless. She knelt there, purring, while Randy absently rubbed her back while moving slowly inside her, milking the maximum amount of residual pleasure from the coupling. 'Bonita isn't a bad fuck,' Randy mused. 'A little small...' The comparison to Trish was there in his mind; Trish was a little larger and more comfortable in just about every dimension... 'Maybe I'll let up on Trish and see how she acts...'

The slap, slap, slap of Toby and Brenda throwing themselves together went on for several more minutes; the pair were in their own little world, surfing the waves of pleasure and pain. Finally, sensing a cum rising in Brenda, Toby took up this pattern of short and long strokes that got him more stimulation from her winking anus as her orgasm overcame her and reached his peak, burying himself deep in her colon to spew his seed into her depths. The pair froze, panting, until Toby's erection started subsiding, then he withdrew.

Toby's cock was a mess, and Brenda's ass wasn't much better. "If you're gonna do this often," he panted, "you're gonna have to learn to give yourself enemas. Let's hit the showers." The pair of them staggered off.

Randy watched them go. "We should have gone and washed up," he groused, "instead of just squatting here, dribbling..."

"We can go after," Bonita said mildly. She was too relaxed and happy to get excited about anything. Randy's cock had slipped from her a moment before, and his excess spend was dripping from her treasure, but it would clean up...

The shower wasn't a romantic interlude for Toby and Brenda; Brenda was paying the price for her ass-fuck in residual pain, and, frankly, she wasn't that desirable to Toby despite the fact that they were apparently well-matched, sexually. Brenda's tall, spare shape was too boyish for Toby's taste, and having anal sex with her was the next thing to a homosexual act, now that the link between them wasn't carrying her pleasure. This triggered a certain revulsion in Toby -- something that Brenda detected at some level -- and they left each other strictly alone as they cleaned up from their bout.

Similarly, Randy and Bonita didn't mess around; Randy had his requirement to collect Tabitha, Fred Carter, and that other guy (Rico) on his mind. Bonita was an okay fuck, but once it was over, Randy shifted gears; romance wasn't in the cards.

Toby collected the girls and Randy took the van to get Tabitha. Again, Toby insisted that the girls stay down, at least initially, backing it up with a mental imperative. While he was at it, he did another assessment. Brenda was embarrassed about the anal encounter and realized fully that it had dampened things with Toby -- but Toby wasn't what she was looking for, anyway. Randy had given Bonita a good time, but he hadn't unseated Terence. Toby wondered if he should warn Terence -- but he decided not to, for now...

Randy collected Tabitha without incident and let her ride in the back to pick up Fred and Rico. Terence drove the pickup -- the glass was in the bed -- and Fred and Rico got started without incident.

Freed of the girls, Toby called Lon, who was swimming in his pool. Sally picked up, "Hello?"

"Sally?"

"Yes."

"Is Lon there?"

"He's swimming."

"If he isn't doing some endurance thing, ask him to call me, will you? It's Toby."

"Sure," Sally replied. "Hang on..." Turning to the pool, she yelled, "Lon! It's Toby!"

"I'll be right there!" Lon yelled back. He'd been doing laps -- not for time, but just for practice. He stifled his irritation; they were alone, and Toby was an insider -- therefore, Sally should have called him Master. But she'd been pretty complacent since they'd started fucking again... He got out of the pool, collecting a towel -- once again, it was on his own, rather than Sally delivering it -- and dried himself enough to handle the phone before frowning and shoving the towel at Sally, who finally caught on. "Hey, Toby."

"What's up?"

"Not much," Lon replied. "I'm not busy playing Super Pimp."

"It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it," Toby chuckled. "Or you could sleep with three girls a night..."

"No thanks -- one is trouble enough," Lon grunted. "What's up?"

"Louise would like us to keep putting the screws to Fred. Any ideas?" Toby asked.

"Fuck, I dunno. I figure that time in the booth left him pretty spooked..." Lon mused.

"Yeah," Toby grinned. "It'd be fun fixing it so he got used to it..."

"Maybe, but we'd probably have to offer a serious incentive to get his ass in there now," Lon chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, think on it," Toby urged, then shifted gears, "What's up? You sounded pissed when you came on."

"Sally's fucking up left and right," Lon declaimed flatly, glaring at her. "I've been taking it easy on her and it shows." Sally looked thoughtful, then lowered her eyes to the deck.

Toby chuckled. "I don't handle girls the way you do, but maybe she needs a tune-up?"

"Yeah." Lon eyed the girl who was SUPPOSED to be waiting on him hand and foot. Toby was right -- Sally needed a reminder -- something unpleasant and humiliating. Hold it a minute... "Sally!" he barked, "go over to the other side of the pool and don't come back until I call you!"

'Uh oh...' Sally thought. "Yes, Lon. Uh, yes, Master!" She headed off, worried.

"And get naked!" Lon added. He'd let her wear clothing while she healed -- not panties, but other outer wear -- it was easier for him to handle not being able to fuck her. But that was over... "I've got an idea that just might work," he told Toby. "Where is he, anyway? Maybe we can reel him in tomorrow..."

"He's downstairs," Toby related. "He and his friend Rico are putting glass in the shower enclosure. Tabitha is with them."

"Shit, even better!" Lon's mind was in high gear. "What do you think of this?" He spent a few moments in a rapid description of his idea.

"VERY cool!" Toby approved. "But Terence is around, somewhere... We can work it in -- maybe we can get Randy to take him somewhere..." He thought about it. "Can you swing this? Or do you need help?"

"Do you want to come run interference?" Lon asked. "It might be smarter if I had backup, and Randy probably isn't it..."

"Give me ten minutes," Toby replied.

Lon hung up. Sally was watching him from where he'd told her to go -- properly naked. "Get over here, Slut!"

"Yes, Master!" Sally rushed over, 'Oh, shit!' visible on her face.

"Follow me." He led her toward the house. "You've slacked off. Part of that is my fault -- I let you get away with it -- but you have to pay, anyway. I shouldn't have to wave a stick constantly..." He led her down the inside stairwell, motioning her to silence. There behind the curtain was what he wanted -- the pillory. "Come here..." He adjusted it so that she had to bend at the waist and locked her into it. The chastity lock was on her pussy, the hasp through the rings and the lock body against her clit; maybe that would help her and maybe not. "Behave yourself and do whatever is necessary," he admonished her quietly.

Sally was quivering in fright. What was he planning? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good... The pillory limited her range of vision and left her thoroughly exposed from behind; all she could see before her was a wall! Any threat would come through the curtains behind her...

Outside, Toby pulled up in his car. "Hey, guys, why don't you take off for a while? I can watch things and call you..."

Randy was all for it -- waiting was boring, and he'd been doing a lot of it. "Fuckin' GREAT!" Terence started to object, but Randy overrode him, "C'mon, Man, we can go to my place and play XBOX! Toby can handle this shit..." Something bothered Terence about the whole thing, but he couldn't put his finger on it; he let himself be driven away, reluctantly.

Actually, the issue was pretty simple -- Toby was one of the pair who had butt-fucked Fred -- and therefore had been avoiding him. This wasn't normal...

Toby met Lon upstairs. Lon had chased down masks and the starter's pistol they'd used before, just in case. "Problem is," Lon related, "if he goes nuts on her, we won't know..."

"Give me a bit -- I'll set up a camera," Toby replied. The remote rig was still available downstairs; Toby moved components of it into the curtained-off area, supplementing it by pulling the webcam from Booth Three and repositioning it. It took twenty minutes, and some running up and down stairs, but they ended up with a split-screen view of Sally, front and rear, at an angle designed to provide the best view. Now to set the hook...

Fred's cell phone rang. "Hullo?"

"Hey, Boy Lover! How's it goin'?"

'Aww, SHIT!' Fred thought. "Okay, I guess. What'cha want? I done..."

"Got a one-time offer for ya, Man. Step away so we can talk..."

"Don't want no fuckin'..."

"You'll want THIS one!" Lon insisted.

Fred debated hanging up -- but decided he couldn't risk it. "Be right back," he told Tabitha and Rico, and headed out into the main room. "I'm listenin'."

"How would you like to get back at Mary for setting you up?" Lon asked slyly. "How many dicks would you suck for that? Two? Three? Maybe you'd give up some ass..."

"Mary? The big white bitch...?"

"That's the one, Boy Lover. The one that got you outed," Lon replied. "How would you like to stick your dick up HER ass? Maybe give her a face-fuck? I figure she owes you..."

"Fuckin' A!" Fred ranted.

"What are you gonna do for us?"

"I dunno," Fred answered sullenly. "What do ya want?"

"Oh, I don't know," Lon replied, offhand. "A couple more anonymous blowjobs in the booths, maybe? If you go really nuts on her, maybe you ought to back your ass up to the hole... I bet you're missing having a dick in there..."

"No ass, Man!"

"Suit yourself," Lon replied. "If you don't want to play..."

"I'll... think about it." Fuck! I'd be GREAT to get back at that bitch! But the price...

"It's a one-time limited offer, Man," Lon told him. He paused a moment before adding, "You know, we've got you by the balls. We can MAKE you do this -- I'm just offering an incentive..."

"You can't MAKE me!" Fred ranted. "It's your word against mine!"

"Didn't I tell you we had a camera, Man? Wanna see a pic? Does your phone display pics, Boy Lover? How about I give you a new background pic for your phone? Something of you with a dick in every hole?" Lon threatened.

Fred's throat went suddenly dry. "You're fucking bluffing!"

"Go on back to work, then," Lon replied. "You'll get a call in a few -- and we'll see who's bluffing..." The line went dead.

"I'm surprised he didn't take the bait," Toby mused.

"Getting butt-fucked was too much," Lon replied, "but it doesn't matter. Can you hook me up?"

"Yeah. I'll need some time to do a download from home and set it up for you." Toby raced out to collect his laptop.