Chapter 13

Meanwhile, Misha delivered on expectation by sidling up to Amy. "Not that I really believe in any of that party crap, but if there was such a thing, how would I get in on it?"

Amy, more or less primed, replied, "Gee, Misha -- I really don't see why you would want to get involved. I mean, really..."

"I talked to Tabitha," Misha related. "She won't say much, but..." She pulled her foot out of her sandal and stuck it back in a couple of times, idly. "If you guys can find her a guy... Besides, she's not EVEN the only one, is she?"

"Misha," Amy groused, "you have to make up your mind. Either it's all a tall tale or it isn't. If you think it is, why are you here?"

"I can't afford to be wrong," Misha said softly, "either way."

Amy pursed her lips and eyed Misha objectively. Misha had shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes and a snub nose -- but the eyes were magnified by thick eyeglasses and her teeth were a little crooked. She had breasts, but they were nothing amazing, and she was a little stocky -- or maybe she just seemed that way. There was a little bit of a belly, but not a roll or a paunch -- just baby fat. She looked like a precocious twelve-year-old who would sprout into something that looked somewhat like Donna when she hit sixteen or so...

... Except that wasn't going to happen. Misha was seventeen already, and five feet even was apparently the maximum height she could aspire to. Her pudginess was illusory -- if she were four inches taller, the proportions would have evened out and she'd have moved up a class -- but Misha's build presented her as something that a child molester might be interested in, but boys her age weren't. She looked like somebody's punk kid sister, rather than a Senior in her own right, and nobody wanted to date an apparent twelve-year-old. Misha viewed the world through lenses of anger and fear -- anger at what the world denied her, and fear of just about everything and everybody. She hadn't gotten a break -- and she wasn't going to -- and she knew it. Looking at her, Amy began to understand why Toby had predicted that Misha would approach her in private. Misha hoped, when she could get her hopes up -- but she expected nothing; if she started to get expectations and they failed to materialize -- again -- it would just fuel another bout of pessimism, doubt, and failure.

Amy tapped her teeth with a finger. "If somebody was arranging a tour of the place where the parties happen, and Donna and Anita were going, would you be interested?"

Misha grimaced. "I don't think I'd want them to know, if you know what I mean."

"If you all show up at a party, they'll know..." Amy pointed out.

"If it all goes that far," Misha argued.

Amy shook her head. "I'll make some calls, but you're asking a lot..."

"Well, if you can't..." Misha's tone implied that the whole thing was a lie.

Amy got it. If Misha made things hard and they failed, it wasn't for real -- and nothing -- even photographs of Donna bouncing up and down on a cock, naked -- would be evidence to the contrary. Misha could go about her business, pretending that she hadn't fallen for a scam -- even in the face of her girlfriends obviously dating guys. It was her safety net -- her lock on sanity -- proof that she really, really hadn't missed out again. "I'll make some calls," she told Misha. "This is all secret, so you're going to have to jump through some hoops. Meet me in the parking lot after school and I'll get you over there before the other girls; there's a place you can stay out of sight when they get there. Will that work?"

"Sure," Misha nodded.

"Okay, then."

It was another complication Toby didn't need. He called Randy and briefed him; Randy suggested that they bring in a couple of guys to see what the girls would really do with a cock. Since the team had stabilized, there were more possibilities; Toby agreed to brace Hank on the subject at seventh period.

Hank wasn't thrilled -- but things were in flux and it seemed to be the way to go -- and Hank had his own issues...

"Vince came to see me," Hank told Toby. "He felt me out over the whole Fernando thing and the aftermath. I told him that his secret was safe, but, yeah, we knew -- and he went away mad."

"Great," Toby muttered. "What ELSE can go wrong?"

"Well, the group is in the clear -- but I think he's got the idea that Eddie Ray blew it."

"Poor Eddie Ray..." Toby mused.

"Yeah."

Amy collected Misha in the school parking lot. As they pulled out of the lot, she handed Misha a hood. "Put this on."

Misha eyed it. "Why?"

"You can't know where we're going."

"I won't look. Besides, I'm gonna sit here in the car with a hood on?"

Amy pursed her lips. "How well can you see without your glasses?"

"About this far," Misha replied, holding her hand in front of her face.

"Give them to me."

Misha took her eyeglasses off and handed them to Amy. "You're serious, then?"

"Deadly."

"I'll close my eyes, too -- but I really can't see anything."

"Good."

Meanwhile, Randy pulled the van into the parking lot in a position where he could see the buildings in his rearview mirrors. No sooner had he parked than two girls came rapidly across the lot. When they were close, Donna asked tentatively, "Is this it?"

Randy, who had a voice distorter with him, replied, "Yes. Get in the back and make yourselves comfortable for the trip. Amy will meet you at the far end. Don't try to see me."

"Okay." Donna opened the door and clambered inside, and Anita followed.

"Close the door so I can drive," Randy directed via the intercom.

Donna pulled the door closed. "Done."

"Hang on." Randy pulled out into traffic.

Amy led Misha down the stairs and into the playroom before returning her eyeglasses. "This is where the parties happen," she told Misha. "We only have a short time before Donna and Anita get here, so I'll be quick. You didn't hear about the stuff behind the curtain, but I'm going to show it to you quickly -- you may or may not want to mess with it." She led Misha behind the curtain.

"Omigod! Dungeon stuff!"

"Yes," Amy nodded. "Some of the members -- male and female -- like to play games. There are a bunch of things that can be done here. Miriam likes this stuff, in particular, but there are others, too. Come over here." She led Misha to the booths. "These booths have holes in the walls, as you can see. You go inside and a boy comes and sticks his penis through the hole and you suck it. He won't know who you are and you won't know who he is -- but you'll get experience. Some of the girls even back up to the holes, I'm told..."

"And fuck?" Misha clarified, goggle-eyed.

"Yes."

"Wow!"

"Would you want to do something like this?" Amy asked. "It's good experience."

"Yes." Misha nodded, thinking about it. "No one would know..."

"That's right," Amy agreed. "Boys like being sucked -- it's a skill you learn that you can use, you know?" She went over to the toy box and dropped the mask in it. "We use a couple of types of masks to hide your face -- one with eye holes and one without. Being blind is... interesting. Miriam likes it, but Anita probably wouldn't. You need to think about it." She pulled a vibrator out of the box, "There are other toys, too." Misha just nodded, wide-eyed. Amy waved at the entertainment center. "We show porn videos sometimes, and sometimes just watch TV -- it really depends. There is a big shower area down the hall that will take several people at once." Amy's cell went off, "Hello? I'll be right up." She turned to Misha. "Donna and Anita are here. I'm going to stick you in the end booth. You can hang out there until they leave." Amy grinned. "By the way, there are some boys coming. If one of them decides to use the booth, what are you going to do?"

Misha's eyes popped. "You mean...?"

"Yes. What will you do with a penis?"

"I don't know."

"Better decide. If you want to party, you'll be doing more than sucking, won't you?" Amy led her to Booth One and pushed her inside. "Be quiet -- the walls have ears!" Amy grinned from ear to ear as she headed upstairs to empty the van.

Meanwhile, Hank and Toby picked out the entertainment. Chris Baxter was the team's place-kicker; he'd come over from soccer and had a great foot. He wasn't a huge, hulking guy, though; he was narrow and only five-eight, with shaggy blond hair. The defensive line had to cover him pretty well, because a big tank of a rusher could take him right out. He was quick, though, and that made him hard to hit.

'Big Mac' Thornton shared the defensive line with Vince and Eddie Ray -- which was a good thing today, because that pair weren't working together the way they usually did. Vince seemed to be going out of his way to make Eddie Ray look stupid -- and ended up getting tarred with the same brush. Eddie Ray came over at one point and plopped beside Toby. "Vince says you know."

"Yeah."

"Was it something I said?"

"No."

"He thinks it was."

"Somebody saw you guys going at it in the shower," Toby informed him.

Eddie Ray looked pained. "Can you tell Vince, for God's sake?"

"Sure." But the opportunity didn't present itself for half an hour, and Vince made it a tough time for Eddie Ray. Martin called the pair into his office and read them the Riot Act, so Vince was steamed when he came out. "Vince?" Toby called.

"What?"

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"What the fuck for?"

"It's important..."

Even knowing the truth didn't fix things; Vince was too pissed. But knowing he had no excuse made those dozen laps easier to take, maybe...

Amy had come back during the interim. "Why are you here?" Toby asked. "I thought you would be watching the girls?"

"You needed the guys looked over, didn't you?" Amy retorted. "This is prime time..."

"What about the girls?"

"Sally is watching them -- but they're all in booths, anyway."

"Oh. Where's Lon?"

"Swimming."

"Well?"

"Vince and Eddie Ray were on the verge of a break-up, anyway. They have a lot in common, but they've been too tight and Vince, in particular, is feeling caged. Eddie Ray is kind of submissive, so it's less of a problem for him -- but both of them could use a break. I'd turn Vince loose on Nicky; his first impulse will be to grind Nicky into the dust, but when he realizes that he can't take it, he'll back off -- and it'll do Vince good to learn to be gentler," Amy reported.

"And Eddie Ray?"

"Eddie Ray wants to be led, but not talked down to. Vince is too much into that, these days. Vince and Eddie Ray might get back together -- but they need some fresh, um, well..."

Toby grinned. "I get it."

"What's this Fred like?"

"More like Terence than Damian -- but he pretends otherwise."

"Eddie Ray might like to work under a black guy."

"Okay, then, we have a plan," Toby declared. "We just have to pick times and places to throw them together."

Amy shrugged. "Maybe a couple of alternate sites on Friday night?"

"Maybe," Toby nodded. "I'm going to get the guys. You... go ahead and cover them -- GENTLY."

"Yes, Toby." Whatever made him happy...

Toby collected Chris, Mac, and Ben Ellis, the running back. Ben was quick and hard-hitting and light on his feet, but he'd been used too much the previous year and other teams knew to concentrate on him. Injuries had sidelined him for the last four games -- not that the season hadn't already been a disaster. This year, with some relief from Tad and Damian, he had a shot at not operating constantly with a big bull's-eye on his back.

On the ride over, Toby briefed the trio. "We've got some volunteers lined up -- but you never know how they're going to react. Try not to let them know who you are. If one of them sucks real bad, we'll try to ring in a replacement, okay?" Nobody was inclined to complain at a free blow job.

The girls had been in booths for almost an hour and were getting restive; some girl had come by and talked to Donna and Anita and whispered some to Misha, but they were locked in 'for their own protection.' The sound of a bunch of male voices coming down the stairs set hearts thudding in every booth. After the quick tour, Toby positioned himself so everyone, inside or out, could hear. "These are tryouts, guys. If they do well, they'll be invited back, but if they don't, well, we'll have to think of something. Just knock on a wall there and you can get a suck."

Chris sucked his teeth. "This isn't a gag?"

"Nope," Toby assured him.

"I'd heard rumors, but..."

Randy, who was downstairs with the group, held up a finger. "Watch." He went to Booth Two and tapped on the wall.

Anita was inside - and scared to death! With fumbling fingers, she opened a hole -- and a big, black dick slid through! That she might get a black boy hadn't even occurred to Anita; the whole thing left her paralyzed!

"Any time..." Randy growled. Shaking, Anita reached out to touch her first cock. She touched it, rubbed it, stroked it -- but couldn't bring herself to suck it...

Randy endured this for about thirty seconds before grunting and withdrawing his cock. "Well, this one is shy -- I'll try the next."

'The next' was Donna. She was every bit as embarrassed at Anita's failure as Anita was, since it clearly reflected upon them both. When Randy stuck his cock through the hole, Donna was almost as surprised as Anita -- but she didn't let it stop her; instead, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the chocolate crown of Randy's cock.

"Ahhh! THIS one seems to get it!" Randy announced. "Yeah, Baby. Suck it dry!"

Donna didn't know what she was doing, but she was trying, so Toby telegraphed some suggestions. Randy did, too, verbally, giving instructions, "Yeah, play with my balls -- I like that! You're doin' good..."

Mac, looking on, muttered, "Are you sure it's a girl?"

Randy looked up, mildly irritated. "What would it be, a goat?" He turned to the hole and pulled his cock gently out of Donna's grip. "Lean up and show us those cocksucker's lips, Honey -- he doesn't think you're a girl!"

It was pretty humiliating, especially the way Randy put it, but Donna did it, because she was up for anything. There were four or five guys in that room, and if she made an impression, one of them might actually want to be with her! She leaned up and stuck her face against the opening, which was wide enough to get her nose in as well as her mouth.

"See?" Randy insisted. "Nice lip gloss..."

"She's white," Ben muttered.

"What's your point?" Randy rasped.

"I heard most of the girls were black."

"Seems to me you heard a lot," Randy grunted. "Is there a problem? Maybe me bein' black?" He turned to the hole. "Have you met my dick before, Honey?"

"N--no."

"How many dicks have you sucked before mine?"

"N--none."

"Are you happy, Man? You just embarrassed the shit out of a girl..." Randy snarled.

"Whoa! Sorry!" Ben waved it off. "No offense!"

Randy cocked his head, "Did you want a black girl?"

"I'd have taken one," Ben admitted.

Randy was still pissed. "Big of you! Maybe you guys think I ruined one. I want to remind you that I only volunteered because you guys were chickenshit. Don't blame her!"

"Hey, Dude, I'm sorry! Really!"

"Shit, tell HER!" Randy growled.

"I'm sorry, Honey, whatever your name is..." Ben approached the hole.

Randy grunted. "You could kiss her, but that would be a little like sucking nigger dick, wouldn't it?"

"Okay, he fucked up," Toby interceded. "Don't rub it in."

"I wonder if she has nice tits," Mac mused.

"Damn, guys -- these chicks are already here to blow you and you put them through hoops! Jeezus!" Randy shook his head. "Honey, do you wanna show the guys a tit? Just whisper, so your voice doesn't give you away."

Donna licked her lips. "Yes."

"Okay. We'll wait. Go ahead."

Donna backed up and threw her top over her head, then reached back to undo her bra. Leaning up, she pressed her right breast through the hole.

Mac reached out to fondle it. "Nice!"

Randy turned to Ben. "You wouldn't kiss her lips, but I bet you'd kiss THAT!"

"You bet right!" Ben knelt in front of the hole and sucked in Donna's nipple. Donna groaned, loud enough to be heard.

"I think she likes it, Man," Randy chuckled.

Ben let up. "I like it, too!" He sucked the stiffening pink nub back in.

Donna was on fire! She slid her left hand under the waistband of her shorts and over her pubic mound to touch her clit, groaning again.

Ben let up. Mac palmed the breast again and drew a line across the upper slope with a finger. "If I owned that, it would have my name tattooed across it right there..."

The breast withdrew and a hand came out of the hole, holding up one finger, then withdrew. "I think she wants us to wait..." Ben mused.

Inside, Donna was scrabbling in her purse. Pulling out her diary, she ripped loose a page in the back and wrote on it hastily, then shoved it through the hole.

"A note!" Ben reached in and took it and opened it, then burst out laughing. "It's for you!" he said, handing it to Mac. Mac read it and burst into a rumbling chuckle.

"What does it say?" asked Chris, mystified.

"It says, 'I might let you!' -- that's what it says!" Mac chuckled. "You're a hottie, Honey -- here, suck me for a while!" Mac dropped his pants and shuffled forward to present his cock.

It was a reasonably-sized, thick, uncut joint of meat. Donna, more than ready for it, sucked it in noisily. Her nipples tingled and her fingers on her clit felt wonderful, and sucking a cock seemed to be a great idea!

Chris pursed his lips. Mac had the wild thing going and the middle girl had proven unimpressive; it was time to check the other end before Ben did! He shuffled down to Booth One and tapped on the wall.

Misha, who had been listening with bated breath, her ear pressed to the wall, gave a little shriek and jumped about a foot -- then scrambled to open the hole. Chris unlimbered his cock and pushed it through...

Misha was in love with the thing on sight! It was big and long and hard and bowed a bit upward and had a fat, purple head -- but no foreskin thingie. She wrapped a gentle hand around the shaft and leaned in to swipe her tongue over that plump, purple tip...

"Uuhng!" Chris gasped. "Yeah, sweet! Suck it!"

Misha was all over it! It smelled great and tasted great, and it pulsed in her hands... It was the perfect size, too! She worked up some spit and did something that she'd practiced late at night...

"Motherfuck!" Chris howled, "She swallowed me! Holy shit!"

Ben, his gaze shifting from Mac to Chris, felt a little left out -- but a small hand came out of the second hole and snapped its fingers, then beckoned. "What's up?" Ben asked.

Randy and Toby came over to watch. "I hear you're not too good," Ben muttered.

Both hands came out of the hole, clasped in prayer.

"Begging, huh? Well, okay." Ben undid his fly and slid his pants down a bit.

Anita, very clear about what was being demanded of her, wasted no time engulfing Ben's cock. This one wasn't huge like the black one, but it had the same slick skin half-covering the tip. Anita had learned that you could slide that back, though... She whirled her tongue around the tip...

Ben started dancing! "Wow! This one must've learned something! Man!"

Randy wasn't thrilled; had Anita blown him off? The little bitch...

Toby saw the trouble coming and interceded. "You took her by surprise, I bet. You're bigger than Ben -- did you notice?"

"Maybe it was color," Randy muttered darkly.

"Make her go again when Ben's done, then," Toby replied. "If she balks..."

Anita was going full throttle, pumping her lips over Ben's glans and going "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" while holding his shaft. Ben wouldn't last long...

Mac was on a shorter fuse, though. Donna was working him over with everything she could bring to bear -- except maybe the hand whirling over her clit! Her resulting enthusiasm was infectious -- and Mac's cock swelled and hardened -- and spat, five times! Donna moaned and sucked and swallowed - and orgasm rolled over her in a sympathetic detonation! She lost her balance and fell back on her ass -- then quickly recovered to press her mouth to the opening, her tongue out, questing for the cock she'd lost control of. Mac fed it back to her to suckle as it subsided, enjoying the attentions of her lips and tongue. "Man, that's good shit!" he exclaimed.

Ben was plastered against the wall groaning; Anita was working his glans rapidly in and out between her lips and humming. Ben exploded! For a moment, he thought maybe he'd blown the unknown girl's head off, but then she coughed a couple of times and her lips returned to polish his EXTREMELY sensitive knob.

Anita hadn't really expected the force with which the goo hit the back of her throat, but she recovered. The taste was... interesting -- odd, actually -- but it was like everything else going on here -- wild and crazy! There was a strange power to what she'd done -- it was hard to say whether he had been in control, or she was. It had certainly been a kick...

Chris was in a different place, though. Misha wasn't just blowing him -- she was loving his cock! She shifted from licks to popping his plump glans from between her lips, to swallowing him whole to jacking him while suckling his balls. This thing was the toy she'd always wanted -- and she couldn't get enough!

As a result, she was teasing Chris unmercifully! The shifts of emphasis kept him from feeling any individual sensation for long enough to get him off -- so he hung there, reeling from the intensity, while she played his skin flute as if she was in concert. Misha had never sucked a cock -- but she had a collection of rubber toys that she'd practiced all kinds of perversions with. Chris' cock was so much more, so much better, that she couldn't get enough!

Mac was the first to notice. "You okay?"

"Fuck!" Chris gasped, "You have no idea! She fucking SWALLOWS it! She does other stuff I just can't describe! But I can't get a nut!" He was sweating, lunging periodically against the panel, gasping and groaning.

"Want me to tell her to stop?" Mac asked.

"NO!"

Meanwhile, Randy rounded on Anita's hole. "You owe me a better job," he grunted, sliding his cock through it.

It was the black guy again. Anita hesitated -- but she KNEW Donna had sucked him. It would be all right... Leaning up, she took him in, much as she had Ben, except that Ben was MUCH easier to handle.

The black guy made demands, too; he backed off so she would chase him, then drove forward into her mouth, choking her. She learned to anticipate what he was up to -- and even work with it -- but her mouth wasn't built to take what he had to offer. Eventually, though, they defined an area that they could cooperate within, both of them working together to produce the flood of cum that finally pulsed into her mouth from his swollen meat. "That's better," Randy grunted, staggering back. It hadn't been great, but it hadn't been all that bad, either.

Chris was still on the wall.

He was flagging, though; the tension was robbing him of his power. Misha realized that she was pushing things to the point that it might ruin things for him -- and that was the LAST thing she wanted to do! She started bobbing, washing her tongue along the underside of his glans, heartened by the stiffening of his erection. In a moment, she felt the pulse of his seed firing along the underside of his shaft and into her mouth. It was a flood; she'd worked him into a lather and given his balls plenty of time to prepare, so they unloaded an unprecedented volume, flooding her mouth with his chewy semen. She sucked and swallowed but kept some so she could savor the taste; it was as good as it had been in a thousand dreams and fantasies.

Chris thought his brain was going to explode with his cock; the already incredible sensations somehow found a peak while his cock fired pulses like a Gatling gun, it seemed. He stopped, but he couldn't pull away, the girl held him there with gentle hands while she licked and sucked, extending his pleasure until he couldn't bear to continue. "I can't take any more!" he gasped, and she let go with her lips, but her hand followed his balls back through the hole. He stood there on shaky legs while she gently rolled them between her fingers, fondling them. Chris was mildly amazed at how small her hand seemed to be. Then she let go, but the hand beckoned. Chris leaned down and her lips whispered, "Remember me on Friday. I want to feel you inside me."

Chris squatted there, dazed. This hadn't been his first blow job -- but it had topped the other four by light years! To have this girl with the magic mouth tell him she wanted to fuck... THAT, he hadn't accomplished yet -- but it was coming soon, obviously! He wanted to say something intelligent, something romantic, something remarkable -- but what he got out was "S--sure!"

"You okay, Man?" Mac asked.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah!" Chris nodded.

"What did she say?"

"She wants to fuck me!"

"Kewl!" Ben erupted, laughing.

Donna wanted more -- her pussy was on fire! When she heard what Chris said, something snapped... First, she got out of her shorts and panties, then she stuck her hand through the hole and slapped the wall for attention.

"Hold on," Mac spun around. "What the fuck?" He went over to the hole. "Want something, Honey?"

Donna put her lips to the opening. "More!" she whispered.

"No shit? Well!" Mac dropped his pants. "If y'all will excuse me, I need to fulfill a request!" He stuck his cock through the hole.

Mack's cock was firm in her hands, but she sucked him for a moment, anyway, while she got up the nerve for the next step -- then she held him in her hand while she turned around and positioned herself...

Mac got this odd look on his face. "H--honey, is that what I think it is?" The lips she was rubbing the head of his cock against were wet and slick -- and vertical! Then she pressed against him something so tight his cock couldn't get in... He pulled back, eliciting a whine of frustration. "Show me what you're doing, Honey -- let me see..." Mac got down on his hands and knees so he could see... Yeah -- it was a pussy, all right! And it was virgin! There was a membrane there -- it had a hole in the middle, but it was a cherry! Gently, Mac took a finger and poked it through, widening the hole. The girl on the other side of the wall grunted and groaned, but her pussy stayed plastered to the hole! "Honey, are you sure you want to lose your cherry through a hole in the wall?" Mac asked incredulously.

"Please!" Donna wailed. She wanted it so bad! Oh, a bed would be nice, but something in her pussy -- anything! -- would be so much better...

"Why don't we see if you can settle for something less today, Honey -- and I promise someone will fuck you Friday night -- okay? Here -- try this!" He pushed his finger into her.

Donna's maidenhead stretched and tore a bit along Mac's finger -- and it stung -- but the finger felt SOO good sliding along her inner walls. "Oooohhh, yeessss!"

Mac pushed his finger in to the palm and withdrew it, slowly at first, but accelerating. Then he reached in with his other hand and started wiggling a fingertip along Donna's clitoris. Ben squatted to watch. "What are you doing?"

"Getting her off," Mac explained. "I'm finger-fucking her with one hand and diddling her clit with the other. See that?" He pointed out her clit, which was pink and swollen and stood up like a pea on a stalk under its hood. "This one is a hot little number, but she's cherry -- see the way that rubbery spot holds my finger? She actually wanted me to do her, but losing your cherry through a hole in the wall just don't cut it, in my book..."

Meanwhile, his fingers massaged Donna's inner walls and stroked her clitoris. Donna, leaning on the chair in the booth, started to gasp and grunt as an orgasm the likes of which she'd never experienced built and built...

"Kewl!" Ben grunted, "May I?"

"Sure," Mac replied. "Buzz her clit like this..." He demonstrated a fast vertical stroke with his finger held horizontal, like a toothbrush.

Ben leaned in and his finger flickered up and down...

"OOOOOOOOWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Donna wailed as orgasm swept over her, "EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" She lost control of her legs and crashed forward onto the chair.

Mac grinned at Ben. "Our work is done, here..." He pulled up his jeans and sauntered off.