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 Anthony's Great Race By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   Prologue

   The old man wheeled himself in front of the fireplace, seeking warmth
for his tired bones.  He sighed, the muscles and sinews in his arms and
back creaking in protest as he stretched his hands toward the blaze.  The
old man closed his eyes, imagining again the events which would transpire
over the next few weeks.

   The man had lost track of how many contests he had participated in since
the game's inception, although he knew the number to be in the dozens.  It
had begun as a bet between fraternity brothers, and had grown through the
years.

   How many women can you fuck in one week?  It was the question he had
been asked, a question which had ultimately led to what he thought of as
The Great Race Across America.  At first the game had been nothing more
than a chance to brag, an opportunity for spoiled rich boys to strut like
peacocks, preening proudly in front of eager sorority sisters.  It had been
simple at first, and the game had quickly grown tiresome.

   As time passed and these young fraternity brothers became graduates,
then young lions in finance, enterprise and government, the men changed the
competition, molding it into something more suited to their new stature in
the world.  The old man laughed, a raspy hacking that echoed through the
immense library.  He remembered the first time anyone had suggested the
game become mobile and a new world had opened up to them as the friends
fucked their way across the country.

   Eventually the prominent positions many of the contestants held in their
communities as lawmakers, elected officials and corporate leaders had
mandated yet another change.  Men who had once been participants were now
reduced to watching the game.  Controlling the game.  The thrill was still
very much a part of the competition, but now each of the roughly dozen
remaining fraternity brothers became an unknown sponsor to a new generation
of competitors.

   As age and prestige had set in, so had the fear.  Fear of exposure,
embarrassment and bad publicity had forced many of the man's former
compatriots to an even more passive role in the game.  Where once each man
had selected one or two potential contestants and wooed them into competing
against the representatives from the other former schoolmates, now only the
old man contacted the potential players.

   At first this new task had been daunting until the man realized it
didn't particularly matter who participated - as long as someone did.  And
so for the last few years the man had amused himself by picking names at
random from national phone directories.  A myriad of enticements were
always offered the unwitting participants and more often than not they
accepted the challenge, although they would never know the true nature of
the contest.

   The excitement of the illicit and hurried sexual encounters remained,
but as the years passed the overseers of the game grew bored and the game
once more changed.  New technologies allowed for a close watch over the
contestants by those holding the pursestrings and allowed for many a large
wager to be placed between old friends.  Gone were the days of a pure
contest, the winner selected by a simple criteria of "how much sex." Each
contestant still received a mysterious communique detailing the strict
guidelines to be followed but in truth the guidelines mattered little.

   The old man laughed as he thought of it.  The pure gall of his little
competition, which really wasn't a competition at all.  There was no level
playing field.  The contest's rules varied from contestant to contestant.
Different variables, each rule particular to only one player, requiring
different sexual acts, various partners, and strict adherence to the old
man's ever-changing rules.

   "Carter," the old man bellowed.  "Read me the last letter."

   "Yes, sir.  Of course, sir," the staid butler said, walking into his
master's private library.  Carter cleared his throat and read aloud the
letter.  It was one of a dozen similar letters, all sent to men and women
along the east coast of America.  The potential contestants were unaware of
exactly how many other people were involved, and in fact the number changed
yearly.  The number of contestants had never been less than five, although
it had mushroomed during some years to upwards of twenty.

   The letter Carter held in his hands would be sent via private courier to
a man living in a suburb outside of Atlanta, Georgia.  The man had a wife
and two children, and a job he was longing to leave.  As Carter read the
letter, the old man listened to the conditions of the contest.  If this man
chose to participate, he would be provided with a motor home, video camera,
cell phone, personal computer with mobile Internet access, and a credit
card with no limit as were all contestants.

   "Stop," the old man barked, realizing his mind had been wondering. 
"What are his rules?" he asked, waiting while the butler returned to the
letter.

   "Ah, here it is," Carter announced as he read from the letter.  "He will
be required to stop at each town with a population in excess of ten
thousand people.  Should he choose to spend the night, he will be required
to provide video proof of a minimum of two sexual contacts.  Should he
choose to advance to the next town, only one will be required."

   Like all the participants, this man, should he choose to participate,
was given one week to report and record as many of his exploits as
possible. Or rather, that was his belief.  In truth, men and women from all
over the country would be participating, attempting to win a prize they
believed ranged anywhere from one to twenty million dollars.  They would be
competing against an unknown number of other men and women, all with a
different set of requirements in their letter, but all assuming each
contestant was playing the game with the same set of rules.

   In fact, the only thing similar about each contestant's set of rules was
a point system, grading sexual activities based on difficulty.  Seducing as
many sexual partners as possible during any given span was a difficult
proposition, and a player ought to be rewarded for receiving something more
than oral sex, the old man thought.  But after the point system, the
similarities ended there.

   The point system had been a wrinkle the old man had introduced a decade
ago, a move made from boredom.  There's only so many ways a man can fuck a
gas station attendant or a woman can seduce a police officer, he laughed,
the sound echoing through the cavernous library.  The participants involved
in the contest had no need to know they were all playing under different
sets of rules, just as they had no need to know that ultimately there was
no grand prize, as the letter claimed there to be.

   "Very good," the man muttered.  The difficult part of the contest, the
planning and worrying, was nearly at an end.  The letters had been sent out
and the old man was pleased.  He enjoyed variety and took great pleasure in
the writing of each contestant's rules.  Whereas one man might be under
strict order to have sexual relations only with women sharing the same
first name as his mother or sister, another participant might be required
to have sex once for every three hundred miles traveled.  Or any number of
different possibilities.

   The man motioned to Carter and the butler nodded and retreated from the
room, leaving the old man alone.  He knew the letters would be delivered
shortly, leaving their recipients one week to decide if they would
participate.  A special phone number had been set up for their responses,
although they would have no idea who they were contacting.  The old man
preferred it that way, and what he desired he found he generally received.

   Three more weeks, he thought, and then the fun begins.

   Anthony's Story Begins

   Anthony looked at the letter in his hand.  It had come via registered
mail, but had contained no return address.  He had inquired, but the
courier had been unable, or unwilling, Anthony thought, to tell him
anything regarding the letter's origins.

   Dear Mr.  Martin,

   You are cordially invited to partake in a most confidential and
lucrative endeavor.  Copies of this letter have been sent to various others
such as yourself: those who crave daring, passion, and above all... 
adventure.

   The adventure placed before you is this:

   Beginning on September 20, and continuing through September 26, a period
of exactly one week, your goal shall be to work your way across the United
States, from your home in Virginia, through the Midwest, eventually
reaching the finish line at an undisclosed location in Washington state.

   This will not be a race in the general sense of the word.  You will not
be rewarded for reaching the destination first, nor penalized for being
last to arrive.  In fact, the longer your stay on the road, the more likely
your potential reward.

   The real challenge to this race lies between the beginning and finish,
at each stop along the way.  The goal of this race is thus: during the week
of the race, you will be awarded points for engaging in various sexual
activities.  Enclosed you will find a scorecard with which to tally your
daily point total.  Various sexual activities are of course worth more
points than others, but may take longer for you to achieve.  It is up to
you to determine the best course of action for you.  Quantity of encounters
or quality of a few select trysts now becomes your concern.

   There is, of course, a catch.

   You have one rule which you must follow on this trip: Every time you
stop, whether it is for food or gas or to sleep the night, you shall be
required to engage in sexual activity with at least one other person.  More
activity is, of course better, but at least one instance is required of
you. So plan your mileage carefully, and study your maps.  You have one
week to reach your destination.

   You will be provided with a motor home (which shall be equipped with a
GPS unit in order to track your progress and to make note of each and every
stop), a laptop computer to transmit your daily scores, credit cards with
no preset limits, and most importantly, a digital video camera.  You will
be required to have video proof of each sexual encounter, whether this is
testimony from the woman in question or a simple video document of the
activity.

   Anthony choked back a laugh as he read the letter.  It certainly
appeared...  legitimate, but he had never heard of something so crazy in
all his life.  Maybe this is a practical joke, he thought, imagining the
guys at the office laughing behind his back, but all his instincts told him
it was real.  I'm the last guy in the world you'd want in a contest like
this!

   He was intrigued, however and continued reading.  The letter went on to
catalog the various types of sexual activity permitted, and other facets of
the competition.

   Coercion of a female partner is not condoned, the letter continued. 
This being said, any sexual activities stemming from force or deceit are
valid and will be tabulated on the contestant's total.  This should only be
seen as a last resort, for should a participant be detained by local
authorities as a result of any forced sexual activity, the player will be
afforded no legal counsel.

   One last note: any sexual encounter resulting from an act of payment
shall be immediately disallowed.  There shall be no traveling to Las Vegas
in order to use your credit card at a brothel.

   Anthony re-read the unsigned letter, once again attempting to figure out
who this might have come from, but the only clue was a toll-free number
which the letter said would reveal more information regarding the race.

   What the hell, he thought as he punched in the digits.  After two rings,
a recording of a man's voice came over the phone line.

   "Thank you for calling, whoever the hell you are.  If you've dialed this
number, you've received my letter and are at least mildly interested.  I
commend you on your choice, and offer this as further incentive.  There is
no entry fee for my little contest, all your expenses are paid, and the
prize for the lucky son of a bitch who wins is a cool one million dollars.

   "You might ask yourself why I'm doing this, and it's a good question,
but you'll have to pardon my French, but you can just fuck off.  I have my
reasons, and they're mine.  A week of fucking ought to be enough to get
your pulse going, but if it's not, I think the money should do the trick.

   "If you're still interested, punch in your phone number and someone will
call you back.  If not, just hang up and you'll never hear from me again.

   Anthony hung up the phone quickly.  He knew he had a decision to make,
but wasn't sure how to go about it.  He laughed as he looked around his
messy, one-bedroom apartment.  There was certainly nothing keeping him at
home...  no wife, no girlfriend, no family to ask questions, but did he
want to do this?  Suppose it was some elaborate practical joke, what then?
He didn't think he would be able to live that down.  Not in this lifetime
anyway.

   One million dollars.  Assuming that wasn't a hoax as well, it was
certainly incentive enough to get him to at least consider it.  You're not
that kind of guy, Anthony thought, and he knew it was true.  How will you
ever pull off something like this when you couldn't even ask out Denise
Roberts?  Anthony sighed, remembering the agony of high school and the girl
everyone had a crush on, including him.  She liked you!  his conscious
screamed, but you were too much of a pussy to make the first move.

   It was true.  He had watched from the sidelines, teased by his friends,
as Denise turned down date after date with the rest of his friends.  She
likes you, his friends had told him, but he was too damn shy, afraid of the
embarrassment of being turned down.

   It's time to change that, he thought to himself.  I don't have to be
afraid like that now.  Picking up the phone, Anthony again dialed the
number and when the message ended, punched in his phone number.

   He sat nervously by the phone, wondering how long it would be until...
whoever it was called back.  The shrill ringing of the phone startled him,
and Anthony picked up the phone nervously.

   "Hello?" he said.

   "Who is this?" a voice asked.  Anthony recognized it as belonging to the
old man from the phone message.

   "Anthony...  Anthony Martin," he stuttered.

   "Yeah?  Do I know you?" the voice demanded.  "What do you want?"

   What is this?  Anthony wondered.  Some kind of test?  If so, it was a
test he knew how to pass.  Anthony took a deep breath, holding in it for a
count of five before slowly exhaling.

   "I want..." he said slowly, scarcely able to believe he was about to do
this.  "I want you to tell me about the race."

   *****

   Holy shit!  Anthony thought as he hung up the phone.  How unbelievable
is that?

   He sat down momentarily, unable to believe what he had just heard.  The
letter had just been the first part of it, but there were rules and
regulations and points and Anthony wasn't sure if he'd heard them all
correctly, but the old man he had talked to had seemed sure that everything
would become clear once the game had started.

   And what a hell of a game it is!

   Anthony had been hesitant to agree to participate, but the old man had
been persuasive.  Besides, Anthony thought.  There's nothing really illegal
about the game.  Immoral perhaps, possibly dangerous.  But still...  what
fun it could be!

   Eventually, after much prodding from the old man, Anthony had acquiesced
and agreed to be in the competition.  The prize money, or at least the
chance to win all of the prize money, was certainly a factor.

   But I really just need a break, Anthony thought as he dialed into work.

   "Platinum Video rentals, how can I help you?" asked the voice on the
other end of the line.

   "Hey Jamie," he greeted his coworker who answered the phone.  "Is Don
working now?"

   "Anthony!" Jamie answered.  "What's up?"

   "Um...  nothing.  I just need to talk to Don."

   "Sure, hang on a second."

   Jamie set the phone down and Anthony fought off an involuntary shudder
as he heard the busy sounds of a video rental store early on a Tuesday
afternoon.  It sounded like a madhouse, and Anthony wasn't surprised when
the manager sounded frazzled as he picked up the phone.

   "This is Don," he said quickly.

   "Hey Don, it's Anthony."

   "What's up?"

   "I just called to let you know I'll be taking a week of vacation time."

   "When?" Don answered quickly, and Anthony heard his boss rifling through
the desk calendar.

   "Um...  next week, if possible."

   "Next week?" Don sounded exasperated, not that Anthony could blame him.
"How do you expect me to get your shifts covered so quickly?"

   "Well, I thought...  I...  I thought that..."

   "Did you even think this through?  God dammit!"

   "It's not like we're that busy in the fall.  I thought that maybe Jamie
could pick up some of my hours."

   "Jamie is already working full-time.  I'm not paying overtime."

   "Well..."

   "Did something happen?  Are you okay?" Don asked.  "Are you in trouble?"

   "Trouble?"

   "You're normally my most reliable worker, very steady...  this isn't
like you at all."

   "No...  I'm okay.  I just...  I have to take some time off."

   Don sighed before answering.  "I just...  I don't see where I can get
your shifts covered," he finally said.

   "But I have to take the week off.  I have the vacation time coming,"
Anthony said.

   "I know you do, but...  but you just need to give me more time!"

   "I just found out myself," Anthony said, trying to defend the short
notice.

   "I'm sorry.  There's nothing I can do."

   Anthony paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes I'm sure!  I can't work all day, every day you know?  I need one of
my assistant managers here to open or close once in a while!"

   "I'm sorry," Anthony said.  "I have to take the time off."

   Don cut off a grunt of frustration.  "I'm sorry too," he said shortly.
"I'll expect to see you Monday morning, or not at all.  Are you listening?
Monday or never again." Before Anthony could reply, Don hung up the phone.
Anthony grimaced as he put down the receiver.

   Well, shit, Anthony thought, that didn't turn out like I'd hoped.  He
was surprised when the phone rang again and hurried to pick it up quickly.

   "Don?" he asked hopefully.

   "Anthony?" the voice on the other end replied.  "This is Jamie.  What
the hell just happened?"

   "Why?"

   "We could hear Don screaming from his office.  What did you do?"

   "I told him I needed to take some time off, and I think I just quit.  Or
got fired, I'm not sure which."

   "Thank God!" Jamie laughed.

   "What?"

   "You don't belong here," Jamie said.  "A bunch of us had a bet going to
see when you'd get fed up with renting Barney videos to kids.  You lasted a
lot longer than some of us thought you might."

   "I suppose you won the bet?" Anthony asked.

   "Nah," Jamie giggled.  "I had you figured for a real short-timer. 
Congratulations, though."

   "For what?"

   "Getting out."

   "Thanks, I guess," Anthony answered, unsure of what to say.  "Hey, I've
gotta go, okay?"

   "Okay.  We're all going to miss you," Jamie said before hanging up.

   Anthony laughed quietly as he again put down the phone.  She'll miss me?
he thought in wonder.  In the eight months he had been working at the video
store, Anthony didn't think he had spoken more than six sentences to any of
his coworkers, other than Jamie.

   Oh well, at least that's over with, Anthony thought.  Putting aside all
thoughts of his job, Anthony hurried to his closet.  In addition to dealing
with everything around the apartment he needed to start thinking about
packing.

   The letter had said the contest was scheduled to begin on September 20.

   Anthony had less than a week to prepare.

   Chapter One Monday

   Anthony jumped as the clock on his dresser started blaring at him.  He
reached over and groggily slammed his fist down, stopping the chirping
noises the alarm was making.  He rubbed his eyes, momentarily confused as
he saw the time.

   Why the hell is my alarm clock going off at midnight?  he wondered
before suddenly everything came rushing back.

   "Oh Christ," he mumbled as he climbed to his feet.  "The fucking
contest." Anthony dragged himself to the bathroom and took a quick shower,
trying to wake himself up.  He had no idea when his Winnebago would be
delivered, but he wanted to get a fast start to this contest.

   I still can't believe I'm going to spend a week trying to fuck as many
women as possible, he thought as the cold water rained down on his head. 
When he felt sufficiently awake, Anthony shut off the water and began
drying off.  As he dried off his legs and groin, Anthony felt the familiar
stirrings as his cock began inflating to his usual morning erection.

   Down boy, he grinned to himself.  For once you don't need to worry about
getting any action.  Anthony new if he played his cards right, he would be
getting more pussy in the next seven days than he'd had since he graduated
college.  Not that I'm proud of that, he thought.  One girlfriend in six
years is nothing to be proud of.  I'll be thirty next year and where am I?
Living by myself in a run-down neighborhood.  No girlfriend.  No wife.  No
family.

   Not that this is going to solve that, he thought.  Not unless I win. 
Anthony knew that one million dollars wouldn't solve all of his problems,
but the ones still left would be imminently more palatable because of the
money.

   Anthony sat down to a quick breakfast while he waited for his vehicle to
arrive.  As he ate he went over the rules of the game.  He was being given
a Winnebago, a cell phone, a laptop computer, a digital video camera, and
credit cards which apparently had no limits.  No point in packing any of my
old clothes then, he realized.  I'll just stop off and buy some fancy
clothes.

   Seeing that it was close to one o'clock Anthony went to the door to look
down the street and was surprised to see a large white form already parked
in the street in front of his apartment complex.  As he opened his front
door he bumped into a package addressed to him.  Opening it, he found
neatly packaged inside were his new electronics devices and the keys to his
vehicle.  Stowing the cardboard box inside his front door, he walked
outside, the closing of the door loud in the quiet of the early morning.

   Is that mine?  he wondered.  Anthony knew he was getting the Adventurer
model but didn't realize it would be so large.  The thing looks like a bus!
he thought as he climbed in the side door.  Inside was no less amazing as
he found himself confronted with a living and dining area larger than his
apartment.  And better furnished too, he thought, looking at the plush
furniture, king-sized bed and plasma television.

   I wonder if I can hook up the camera to the TV?  he wondered.  I've
always wanted to watch myself have sex.

   Anthony quickly toured the rest of the interior, noting with no small
satisfaction that the shower area of his home for the next week was easily
large enough for two people.  Something else I've always wanted to try, he
laughed, realizing the next seven days could easily expand his horizons
past what he'd previously thought himself capable.

   Making a fast decision, Anthony ran back into his apartment and grabbed
the newly-delivered box of electronic equipment.  Anthony nodded with
satisfaction as he closed and locked the apartment door behind him,
preparing to get a jump on his new adventure.  Might as well do my driving
now, he thought.  I won't be doing much scoring at this time of the morning
anyway.

   Returning to his monstrous new home on wheels, Anthony climbed into the
driver's seat, noting with satisfaction that the gas tank was full.  He
knew that gas mileage would be something he would have to keep a close
watch on, and wanted to avoid getting stranded at all costs.  The last
thing I'd want, he thought, would be to run out of gas in the middle of the
desert.  A seventy-five gallon tank sounded huge to him, but everything he
had studied in preparation for his trip told him he would be lucky to get
more than ten miles per gallon.

   Anthony thought once more how fortune seemed to smile on him in strange
ways.  He often wondered what had led him to move to the nation's capital.
I hate politics, he thought.  It's not like I moved here because I was
following a particular candidate, and I certainly didn't come here for a
job.  In fact, Anthony had to admit, he had no real future in the beltway.
Renting videos to the elite wasn't a good way to get ahead in life, and
certainly hadn't led to any prospects on the homefront.

   This contest is just what I need, he thought as he glanced through the
rearview mirror, watching the spire of the Washington Monument disappear
behind him.  If luck was with him, Anthony planned to drive as far as his
body would take him.  He was running on a short night's sleep, but hoped to
push through Maryland into Pennsylvania, just south of Pittsburgh and on to
Columbus, Ohio before the morning was over.

   "The Ohio State University," he said aloud, laughing at the football
players on television who said it with such pride.  Growing up in Michigan,
Anthony had hated the Buckeyes with a passion, a sentiment he still felt in
his bones.  It would be nice to roll onto campus and fuck a few Ohio State
sorority chicks, he thought happily.  Anthony saw his vehicle was equipped
with satellite radio and after flipping through more than one hundred
options, finally settled on an oldies station.

   I feel younger all of a sudden, Anthony realized.  He listened to John
Fogerty sing about "rolling on the river" as he himself traveled down a
ribbon of highway.  Turning the music louder, Anthony lost himself in the
rhythm of the road, scarcely recognizing as Maryland turned to Pennsylvania
and then to Ohio.

   *****

   It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning when Anthony pulled his
Winnebago into the parking lot of a Hyatt hotel in downtown Columbus.  He
noted with satisfaction that it was adjacent to a large mall.  He knew he
would need more clothes, having brought nothing along with him but the ones
he was wearing.

   Anthony stretched as he climbed down out of the vehicle's cockpit. 
Seven hours driving hadn't been as hard on his body as he might have
thought, although in the future he thought he'd prefer to take the trip
across the country in shorter spurts.

   "Uh, hi there," Anthony said as he walked to the front desk.  A young
man turned from the computer he had been working on and quickly stood.

   "Hello sir.  How may I help you?"

   "I have kind of a weird question.  Is it okay if I park my RV in your
parking lot for a few hours?"

   "Do you have a room with us, sir?" the desk clerk asked.

   "No, that's why I wanted to make sure it's okay before I get some
shuteye."

   "I see," the younger man said with obvious distaste.  "That really
isn't...  appropriate.  This is a place of business, and the last thing we
would wish is to have our parking lot become a temporary rest stop.  I'm
afraid I can't allow it."

   Shit, Anthony thought, before an idea came to him.  "Fine," he said. 
"I'll rent a room for the night."

   "I'm sorry sir, check-in time isn't until three o'clock."

   "So what am I supposed to do?" Anthony asked.  "Where can I go until
then?  I just want to catch a few hours sleep and do some shopping."

   "Well, sir.  Check-in time for Sunday evening is three o'clock. 
However, we are still renting rooms for Saturday night."

   "Saturday?  It's already ten o'clock Sunday morning!"

   "Yes it is, however check-out time is not until noon."

   "So you would let me rent a room for two hours?"

   "Certainly, sir."

   "Fine.  Do it.  Two nights, Saturday and Sunday."

   "Excellent, sir.  This will only be a moment.  Would you prefer a room
away from the exit?"

   "I'm sleeping in my RV, so it doesn't really matter, does it?"

   "Of course not, sir.  Would you like maid service?"

   "Again, I'm sleeping in the RV, so unless you'll send a maid out to me
there, I don't think so." Anthony stared at the young man behind the desk,
wondering just how someone of such obviously low intelligence had managed
to become night manager, if his nametag was telling the truth.

   "I believe that can be arranged, sir," he said.

   "Seriously?  You'd send a maid to clean up my RV?" Suddenly Anthony felt
a stirring in his pants as his prick starting growing.  I've always wanted
to screw a maid, he thought.  I hope she's wearing one of those short
black, frilly numbers.

   "Of course, sir."

   "Well, sure.  I guess.  Do it," Anthony agreed and stood waiting a
moment for the clerk to print out his room assignment, and almost balked
when he saw he would be paying close to four hundred dollars for two nights
in the parking lot.  Relax, he told himself as he fished through his
pockets, finally pulling out the new piece of plastic he'd been given.  You
have unlimited spending power.  Enjoy it.

   "Thank you, sir," said the now cordial clerk as he handed the platinum
card back, along with a receipt.

   "You might as well keep the room key," Anthony said as he turned to walk
back to the parking lot.  He turned quickly with one last question.  "I
really get maid service?" he asked, smiling when the clerk again confirmed
it.

   Maybe this won't be that hard after all, he thought.  Beyond tired now
from hours of driving piled on top of a very short night's rest, Anthony
stripped out of his clothes and collapsed onto the enormous bed in the back
of his RV.  His cock was again hard, and Anthony fought the urge to stroke
himself.  Wouldn't want to blow my load too early, he thought as he drifted
off to sleep.

   *****

   Anthony awoke suddenly to the sound of quiet but insistent knocking on
the door of his RV.

   "Yeah?" he called, squinting as a beam of sunlight broke through the
horizontal blinds, shining directly into his eyes.  The travel alarm clock
on the bedside table showed the time as being just after one o'clock.  What
the hell?  he thought.  I've only been sleeping for three hours?

   "Maid service," came the timid voice from outside.

   "Come on in," Anthony answered before realizing he was still naked.  He
scrambled to find clothes to cover up with, but had only managed to throw a
shirt over his frame when the door opened, and the maid walked in.

   "I'm here to...  oh my God I'm sorry," she blurted as she stepped into
the camper and received an eyeful of Anthony's erection.  She began backing
out of the Winnebago, but Anthony quickly motioned for her to stop.

   "Come back in here," he said, waving her towards him.  The maid was a
few years younger than his own twenty-nine years, he estimated.  She was
short, no more than five feet, four inches, but had long blond hair, pulled
back in a ponytail.  To Anthony's disappointment, she was dressed in a
plain gray uniform that revealed nothing about her body, although she
appeared trim and athletic.

   The maid nervously entered the seating area, carrying a bucket full of
cleaning supplies in one hand and a set of towels and a bathrobe in the
other.

   "I'm sorry," she said again.  "I didn't realize you were...  you were
naked." She quickly sat on the vehicle's love seat, refusing to meet his
gaze.

   "That's okay," Anthony said as he strode to where she was sitting.  He
saw the maid glance up, a blush creeping over her face as her eyes gazed
directly at his crotch, where his cock was bobbing obscenely with each
step, jutting out from his midsection.  "I don't mind if you don't," he
said, watching her blush deepen.

   "Clothes," she squeaked.  "You need clothes."

   "I don't think so," he said, enjoying as she squirmed under his gaze. 
"I think I like this.  It's very refreshing, so why don't you just go ahead
and clean up.  I won't bother you."

   Anthony could see the maid was frantically going over her options,
trying to decide whether to stay and do her job or run back to the hotel.
She quickly came to a decision, and reached out to grab the bucket she had
brought with her.

   "Why don't you start in the bedroom?" Anthony asked.  He leaned back
against the stove to let her past, fighting the urge to groan in pleasure
as the maid's hip brushed against his cock as she timidly slipped past him.
Anthony followed her into the bedroom and watched as she quickly made up
the bed.  He leaned against the wall of the camper, his eyes following her
every move as she efficiently cleaned the room.

   Every so often Anthony felt her eyes move over his naked body.  I wonder
if I can get her in bed?  he thought.  Or maybe the couch.  Seems a waste
to mess up the bed so soon, he smiled to himself.

   "What would you like me to do now, sir?" she asked.

   Drop and suck me off, Anthony thought, but bit his tongue before the
words could come out.

   "Why don't you take a look at the bathroom, see if it needs any
cleaning," he answered the girl, who once more pushed against him as he
stood in the doorway.  Anthony thought he felt her push herself against him
more than was absolutely necessary.  Maybe she doesn't mind.  Maybe the
situation is starting to get to her, he thought silently.

   As the maid was cleaning the bathroom, Anthony suddenly remembered the
video camera he was supposed to use to document any activity.  As quietly
as he could he moved to the front of the Winnebago where he had placed the
camera, along with the rest of his new electronic equipment.

   Thank God the battery's charged, he thought, seeing the display showing
the camera fully charged.  Grabbing a fresh tape, he checked the camera,
seeing that he would have roughly an hour of recording time.  Spying a
likely hiding place on top of a storage cabinet, Anthony climbed on the
tiny kitchenette counter and placed the camera, hoping it was aimed at the
couch.

   "What are you doing up there?" he heard from behind him.  He turned,
nearly falling off the counter when he saw the maid had finished in the
bathroom and was now standing directly behind him.  As he turned her eyes
locked onto his still erect penis, now at eye level and only inches from
her face.  This sudden encounter caused the maid to step back suddenly, and
the heel of her shoe caught on the plush carpet of the RV.  She fell over
backwards, sprawling out on the couch, her legs and arms flailing as she
tried to brace herself.

   Anthony jumped down to help, but paused when he saw the view.  The maid
had landed on the floor in front of the couch, her legs spread wide from
the fall and he could see directly up the gray skirt she was wearing.  His
erection gave a surge as he saw she was wearing a tiny pair of pink
panties. Anthony felt his pulse quicken as he realized the crotch of her
panties was soaking wet, and he noticed for the first time the spicy scent
of her arousal.

   "Oh my God," she moaned as the maid saw where Anthony's eyes were
looking.  The girl had been turned on from the moment she had entered the
cabin.  She had never seen a cock as big as this man's, and it was taking
all her willpower to stop herself from grabbing at the thick piece of meat.
Frantically, afraid of being caught, she slammed her legs together, quickly
pulling herself up from the floor as if making to leave.

   "Don't," Anthony said, as he guided her away from the door.  "Stay... 
sit a while, why don't you?"

   "Okay," the girl whispered quietly, her heart beating wildly in her
chest.

   "What's your name?" Anthony asked.

   "Cindy," the maid answered.  "Cindy Wilson."

   "Well, Cindy Wilson, my name's Anthony Martin."

   "Yes, Mr.  Martin."

   "Why don't you call me Tony," he said.  He sat beside her on the couch,
stretching out and putting his arm around her shoulders.

   "Tony," she stammered, blushing as this stranger began making moves on
her.  Cindy was a sophomore at Ohio State, a member of the wrestling team's
cheerleading squad, but was painfully shy.

   "You're very pretty," Anthony said, reaching out to straighten a lock of
her hair, which had come undone during her spill.

   "Thank you," she said, blushing prettily, her eyes straying again to the
large erection sticking up from his crotch.  Anthony noticed where her eyes
were looking and flexed his ass cheeks, causing his cock to jump and he
laughed as her eyes grew wide.

   "You can touch it if you like," he whispered as his fingers began
stroking the soft skin on the back of her neck.  He felt her shudder under
his touch.  "I want you to touch it," he said as he watched her fight her
indecision.

   Finally the girl snapped out of her fog and to Anthony's delight reached
out a cautious hand, finally circling his shaft with her cool fingers.

   "It's so hard," she whispered.  "And so soft at the same time." Anthony
wondered if she had ever seen a cock, and if in fact she might be a virgin.

   "Go ahead and hold it tighter," he said as his own hand trailed down her
side, coming to a rest on the firm slope of her breast.  He felt Cindy
shiver with excitement as his hand squeezed the firm flesh through the thin
cotton of her maid's uniform.

   "Yes," she hissed, her grip on his cock becoming more firm as Anthony
kneaded her flesh.  "Touch me like that," she moaned, pushing her breast
insistently against his hand.

   Anthony eagerly complied, bringing both hands up to cup the smooth cones
of her breasts.  Quickly undoing the top few buttons on her dress, Anthony
watched as the pale flesh of Cindy's upper chest came into view.  Her tits
were encased in a bra the same color as her panties, and Anthony could see
the girl's nipples were already as hard as bullets from her excitement.  He
flicked a finger over the nub of flesh and watched as Cindy moaned under
his touch.

   Anthony felt whatever hesitancy the girl might have had evaporate as he
unbuttoned the dress the rest of the way down, pulling it from her
shoulders.

   "Damn," he muttered to himself, whistling in approval.  "You should
never cover up what you've been hiding under that uniform," he said as
Cindy grinned shyly.  She definitely had what he considered to be a typical
cheerleader's body, tight stomach, smooth legs, and a firm ass.

   Anthony dropped to his knees and reached up to skim the sopping panties
down the girl's slim thighs.  Her bush was dripping with her juices, and
Anthony was pleased to see that her lips were already puffy and swollen.

   Pushing the girl's legs wide, Anthony dipped his head and began licking
all over the slippery wet skin of Cindy's pussy.

   "Oh God," she moaned as she began hunching her hips up to meet his
tongue.  "Right there, right there is so good," she said as Anthony found
the erect button of her clit.  She shuddered as a small climax shook her
body.

   Wanting more, Anthony quickly rose, ignoring the moan of disappointment
from the girl.  He stood in front of her, his cock once more at eye level.

   "Suck me," he said, grinning as the girl quickly reached for his cock,
her inhibitions long gone, washed away with her recent orgasm.  Cindy's
eyes were wild with lust as she trapped the hard shaft in her hand, pumping
a few times before opening her mouth and swiping her tongue over the spongy
head of his cock.

   Cindy sighed with pleasure as she heard Anthony's moans.  One thing she
had learned at college was the quickest way to lose a boyfriend was to not
put out.  But if she wanted to keep a reputation as somewhat of a "nice"
girl, she had to keep her boys satisfied somehow, and she had learned
blowjobs made everyone happy.

   "Fuck," Anthony groaned as he suddenly felt his entire shaft being
suctioned into Cindy's throat.  Not as large as some porn stars he had
seen, Anthony had still never encountered a woman who could deep throat his
cock.  "Yeah, baby," he panted, flexing his hips forward as he watched the
tiny girl swallow his prick.

   As Cindy continued her oral attentions to his cock, Anthony reached
around and popped the clasp on her bra, freeing the girl's breasts, which
swung enticingly on her chest.  A now naked Cindy moaned around his cock,
the vibrations from her throat shooting up his shaft, as Anthony reached
down and began twisting and pulling on the girl's rubbery nipples.

   "Shit," she panted, pulling away from Anthony's cock and crawling back
onto the couch.  She spread her legs wide, her hand dipping down and toying
with her wet pussy.  "You have to fuck me with that thing."

   "Have you done this before?" Anthony asked.  "You seemed pretty nervous,
but the way you sucked on my cock, you could be a pro."

   "I've done it before," she answered petulantly.  "Just not all the time.
A girl doesn't want to get that kind of reputation, you know.  So you can't
tell anyone about this, right?"

   "Right," smiled Anthony, glancing quickly back at the partially hidden
video camera.  He saw to his satisfaction that it appeared to be directly
aimed at the couch.  "Who would I tell?  I'm just a stranger on his way
through town.  Your secret's safe with me, honey."

   Cindy grinned as Anthony knelt between her legs.  She reached down
hungrily, spreading the lips of her pussy open wide, showing him the pink
wet skin of her hot tunnel.

   "Hurry up," she moaned, shrieking in surprise as she felt herself spread
wide by his thick shaft.  "Oh God!  Tony, that feels so good.  Fuck me
harder," she panted.

   Grabbing the girl's smooth hips, Anthony sped up his motions, his cock
thrusting into the girl's wet heat time and again.  He leaned down,
catching a nipple in his teeth, biting and sucking on the flesh as Cindy
panted beneath him, her other tit jiggling in time to their frantic
thrusting.

   "Fuck fuck fuck," she panted, and Anthony felt his prick flooded by a
torrent of slick juice as Cindy quivered in a second orgasm.  He suddenly
pulled out and his shaft swung through the air, slick and shiny with
Cindy's slippery cream.

   "Roll over," he said, helping the girl spin onto her hands and knees. 
"I want to fuck you from behind."

   Cindy turned her head, a look of trepidation flashing across her face.
"I don't do that," she said.  "You're too big to fit back there."

   Anthony paused, confused for a moment before understanding her
nervousness.

   "Not in the ass," he said, watching as Cindy's puckered asshole winked
as the girl clenched the smooth cheeks of her ass together.  "I want to
fuck your pussy from behind." Relieved, Cindy nodded, spreading her legs
wide as she pressed her chest against the fabric of the couch.

   Anthony stroked his cock through the wetness of Cindy's pussy before
again thrusting his entire length into the clutching depths of her pussy.
Cindy shrieked with each stroke as the different angle reached new depths,
his cock rubbing against the bump of her clit.  Anthony quickly felt his
orgasm approaching as the slick walls of Cindy's cunt fluttered around his
shaft, and with a groan he released his seed into her wet tunnel.

   "Oh shit," he gasped as he felt spurt after spurt of his cum shoot from
his cock.  He collapsed onto the couch, his cock slipping from the girl's
pussy with an audible pop.  He reached out to Cindy, expecting her to want
to be held after their sexual bout, but to his surprise she slipped out of
his grasp.

   "That was great," she said, wiping the sweat from her face and breasts,
which were still flushed with her arousal.  "I have to go though.  More
rooms to clean, you know."

   "Do you treat all the hotel's patrons like this?" Anthony asked,
grinning as the girl sputtered at the insinuation.

   "Certainly not," she huffed, grinning in spite of herself.  Anthony
watched as she quickly pulled on her clothes, not bothering to wipe their
juices away from her pussy, instead Anthony saw his cum quickly soak into
the crotch of her panties.  Cindy noticed his eyes, and reached down,
touching her damp mound through the pink material.

   "I'm here tonight, too," he hinted.  Cindy smiled for a moment, but her
mood quickly soured.

   "I don't work tonight," she said, her hands rubbing idly over her still
sensitive breasts, once again covered with her maid's uniform.  "I have
practice this afternoon and then I have tomorrow off."

   "Practice?  What do you play?"

   "I don't play anything.  I'm a cheerleader."

   "Nice," he answered.  Despite having recently cum, Anthony felt his cock
twitch.  How many points could I get if I somehow managed to get the entire
cheerleading team in here?  he wondered, looking around the Winnebago.

   "You like the idea of me in a cheerleading outfit?" Cindy asked, raising
her eyebrows as she smirked at his rapidly swelling cock.

   "I do," he answered, fighting the urge to cover himself.  What do I have
to hide from her?  he wondered.  "But the question is do you think the rest
of your squad likes the idea of this?" he asked, flexing and causing his
cock to bob up and down in his lap.  Cindy laughed for a moment before
becoming thoughtful.

   "Maybe," she teased, turning to leave.  "Should I find out for you?"

   "Yeah, if you want," Anthony sighed.  "I'll be doing some shopping this
afternoon but otherwise I'll just be hanging out."

   "Mmm...  I like the thought of you hanging out," Cindy laughed and
quickly left.  The second the door had closed Anthony leapt to his feet,
jumping up to snatch the video camera.  To his delight, the camera had been
positioned perfectly, and Anthony sat watching himself performing on the
tiny viewscreen.  Remembering he had a large plasma television, he quickly
hit pause and found the correct cables.  Eventually everything was set up,
and Anthony found himself sitting back on the couch, watching himself
rutting with Cindy.

   Suddenly remembering he needed to keep track of points, Anthony grabbed
the letter he had received along with the set of rules and began tabulating
his score for the afternoon.

   Let's see, he thought, glancing over the score sheet.  I touched her
tits and pussy, and then we were naked and feeling each other up, so that's
sixty points.  She started giving me a hand job, then she sucked on me, so
that's another sixty, then we screwed so that's fifty points.  He added it
up quickly and found he had earned 170 points.  Not bad, but I could have
done better, he realized.  If I could have gotten Cindy to talk into the
camera I would have doubled my points.  Maybe next time, he mused.

   Anthony quickly booted up the laptop computer, happy to realize that the
RV unit itself must be equipped with wireless networking, as he found
himself already connected to the Internet.

   How am I supposed to send my points in?  he wondered, before deciding
the most obvious choice would be sending in an email.  After waiting a
moment for the program to load, Anthony laughed as he saw the only email
address in the computer's address book was labeled as "Fuck Points."
Opening up a new message window, he quickly typed in a summary of his
recent sexual activity along with his points, and sent off the message.

   Slightly embarrassed at the state of his clothes, Anthony quickly
dressed and drove to the mall, which was adjacent to his hotel to search
for a new wardrobe.

   As he walked down the main artery of the mall, Anthony realized this was
no discount mall, and panicked for a moment.  Calm down, he told himself.
You have a platinum card.  Regardless of how you're dressed now, these
snobs will be all over me the minute they sniff out that I have money.

   Wanting to get the basics out of the way first, Anthony quickly ran into
a large department store and picked out enough underwear and socks to last
for weeks.  As long as it's free, I might as well stock up, he reasoned. 
An hour later Anthony had managed to acquire what he felt was a wardrobe
representative of the image he wanted to present, at least on this trip.

   After changing into a new pair of slacks and one of his newly acquired
polo shirts, Anthony found a locker and stowed the rest of his rather large
purchase.  Who would have guessed that a thousand dollars could fit in
three shopping bags?  he mused, shaking his head at the realization he had
just spent the equivalent of two month's rent on clothing.  Lucky it's all
free.

   Checking his watch, Anthony decided it was time for food, and treated
himself to an extravagant brunch, before finishing off the rest of his
shopping with a new leather jacket and two formal suits.  Who knows when I
might need to wine and dine a woman to get into her panties?  he wondered,
realizing not every conquest would be as simple as it had been with the
maid that afternoon.

   Returning to his locker, Anthony grabbed the rest of his purchases,
staggering under their sheer volume, and began the trek back to his RV,
planning to head back to the hotel.  With a start, Anthony realized he had
nearly forgotten the primary rule of this adventure - namely that he was
required to score every time he stopped the RV and got out.

   Shit, he cursed under his breath, looking around the mall.  To his
disappointment, Sunday afternoon appeared to be a slow time for shopping
and Anthony noticed the mall was closing in less than thirty minutes. 
Where can I go to find a woman?  he wondered, panic beginning to set in. 
Fuck!  My only rule is to have some kind of sex at each stop and having
trouble already?

   "Jeez, mister!  That's a lot of stuff.  Do you need some help with
that?" The sound of a female voice cut through Anthony's worry, and he
sighed with relief, hoping his troubles were solved.  He groaned however,
as he turned and saw that the voice belonged not to a woman but to a girl
who appeared no more than five or six years old.

   "Hi," he said, smiling at the girl.  "I guess I do have a lot of stuff,
don't I?" He looked around, all thoughts of sexual conquest vanished from
his mind, concerned that the girl had been abandoned in the mall parking
lot.

   "My name's Jody," the girl said, reaching her hand out to shake his
hand. "Oops," she giggled, realizing his hands were full of packages. 
"You're kind of busy.  Can I help?"

   "I suppose you could.  My name's Anthony, by the way," he said, and
handed the girl a small bag containing two pairs of shoes.  "Where's your
mother?" Anthony asked the girl, making no move toward the Winnebago,
unwilling to put himself in a situation where he was found alone with such
a young girl.

   "At home," the girl shrugged.  "I was shopping with my sister, but I
couldn't find her so I went to wait by the front door, and I saw you."

   "Well, we should probably wait for her, don't you think?" Anthony asked,
turning to head back to the mall.

   "What about your stuff?" the girl inquired.  "Isn't it kind of heavy?"

   "It's okay," he shrugged.  "I can take it later."

   "Okay," the girl said and the two walked side by side back to a bench
just inside the front door and waited.  In a few minutes Anthony heard a
frantic voice calling from down the mall.

   "Jody!  Jody!  Where are you?" Anthony rose as the girl he assumed was
Jody's sister came into view, her eyes darting all over the mall before she
finally saw her little sister and a strange man, sitting together on a
bench.

   "Hi, I'm Anthony..." he started, but the older girl cut him off.

   "What the fuck are you doing, mister?  What kind of pervert are you
anyway?!?  Jody, honey, are you okay?" she asked her confused sister.  "Did
this man hurt you or touch you?" she asked, glaring at a stunned Anthony.

   "I didn't..."

   "Shut up!" she shouted, kneeling in front of her sister.  "Jody, tell me
what happened." Anthony looked around a bit nervously.  The older sister's
yelling had attracted quite a crowd, and he saw a few angry parents glaring
in his direction, in addition to a suddenly concerned mall security
officer.

   "Why?" the little girl asked, looking around and noticing the gathered
crowd.  "What happened?"

   "Nothing," Anthony started to say, but was again cut off.

   "Just tell me what this man did to you," the older sister said gently,
before turning and again shooting daggers in his direction.

   "Nothing," the girl answered, to her sister's obvious surprise.  "I was
looking for you, because you weren't where you were supposed to be, and he
was carrying lots of packages and I said I'd help him carry one to his
car."

   "You went to his car?  What did he do?"

   "We didn't go to his car.  He said we should wait for you.  He's a nice
man, his name is Anthony," the girl said, beaming at me.

   Anthony felt a flood of relief wash over him and he found he'd been
holding his breath during much of the exchange.  The mood of the crowd
lightened noticeably, and at the realization that nothing bad had happened
the people began leaving.

   Once the crowd had dispersed there remained only the mall's security
guard and one concerned woman who remained standing back as the guard
approached.

   "You okay here?" asked the security guard, giving Anthony a cautious
glance.

   "We're okay," piped up Jody.  "He has a lot of bags and we're going to
help carry them," she said.

   "We're fine, thanks," said the sister and Anthony breathed a sigh of
relief as she gave him a quick smile of apology.  "It was just a
misunderstanding on my part," she said.

   "Well, okay then," the guard said.  "Best keep a better eye on your
sister, understand?"

   "I do, and I'm sorry," she answered, nodding her head rapidly, anxious
to be done with this.  The guard took one last look and slowly sauntered
down the hall.  The intercom on his shoulder was still audible as it
squawked as he turned the corner and walked out of sight.

   "Wow.  That was a load of fun.  Can I go now?" Anthony asked the older
girl, anxious to get out of the mall.

   "I'm sorry," she said, grimacing with her apology.  "I was just frantic,
afraid I'd lost Jody, and then there the two of you were sitting together
and I didn't know what to think."

   "So you accused me of what, abducting and molesting her?  That's real
nice," Anthony spat out, becoming more and more disgusted with the whole
situation.  "You're lucky I'm the forgiving type.  Lots of people heard you
throwing out a whole lot of false accusations, you know."

   "I'm sorry," she repeated.  "I really am.  How can I pay you back?"

   Anthony grinned, deciding to give the girl a break.  "You could help
carry my stuff back to my RV."

   "Done," she answered, and quickly jumped to her feet.  "I'm Stacy, by
the way."

   Anthony stuck out my hand and the two shook hands in greeting, while
Jody jumped up and down, still holding the bag with his shoes.

   "Come on," she shouted, "Let's go!"

   "Actually honey, I don't know if you should," Stacy answered, seeing the
woman standing off to the side for the first time.  The woman waved to
Stacy who seemed happy to see her.  "Jody," she said, "why don't you go
with Mrs.  Miller." Stacy motioned to the woman who finally came over.

   "Hi Jody," she said, kneeling to talk with the younger girl.

   "Hi!" Jody cried out happily.  "Stacy, look who it is!" she said.  "Is
Kendra here?" she asked the woman.

   "She is, would you like to come with me?" the woman asked.  "We were
just going to see a movie, and you could come with us if you wanted."

   "Really?" Jody asked.  "Stacy, can I go with her?  Can I can I can I?"
she pleaded, almost jumping up and down in her excitement.  Stacy nodded
quickly and Jody grabbed the woman's hand, swinging her arms happily as the
two walked away.

   Anthony laughed, and he and Stacy quickly grabbed the rest of the
packages and walked through the near-empty lot to where the RV was parked.

   "Nice," Stacy said as they drew close.  "You travel a lot in this
thing?" she asked.

   "Nah," he answered, unsure of how to answer.  "I just got it, and this
is my first trip."

   "Vacationing this time of year?" she asked.

   "Sort of.  Part vacation, part business opportunity.  I'm not leaving a
whole lot of time for sight-seeing, and I have to make it to Seattle by
Saturday."

   "Wow, that's not a lot of time," she answered.

   "Yeah, but I think it will be fun," Anthony answered.  You have no idea
how fun, he said to himself.  With an extra helper, it was quick work to
get all the purchases stowed away.  Anthony noticed that Stacy kept looking
at him the whole time the two of them were putting things away.  Weird, he
thought.  I swear she's checking me out.

   Not to say she was the only one doing any looking.  Stacy had what
Anthony had always thought of as a dancer's body.  Tight legs, not an ounce
of fat, thin as a rail but incredibly healthy looking.  A few times while
the two were maneuvering around the interior of the RV their thighs brushed
against each other, and from his quick glances Anthony was pretty sure
Stacy wasn't wearing a bra.  He felt his cock harden at the thought, but
quickly dismissed the idea of attempting anything.

   As if she could read Anthony's mind, Stacy turned to Anthony and slowly
began to unbutton her shorts.

   "What are you doing?" Anthony asked.

   "I wanted to thank you for watching out for my sister." Anthony stood
there, silently watching as Stacy shrugged her shorts down to the floor and
stepped out of them.  She was wearing no underwear, and appeared to be
quite aroused.  Her labia were already swollen and dark and Anthony could
see the thin inner lips of her pussy peeking through her wet slit.

   "How do you plan to thank me?" Anthony asked, stroking the length of his
cock through his slacks.  He was completely hard and had to fight the urge
to whip out his prick.  "Your sister will be waiting for you," he said,
smiling as Stacy turned away from him and leaned against the couch, the
firm globes of her ass spread apart as she knelt before him.

   "I think you can guess how," she answered.  "And don't worry about Jody.
The movie won't be over for an hour or so, but hurry up a little faster,"
she grinned.  "We don't have all day."

   Anthony hurriedly unzipped my slacks, not bothering with the belt, and
pulled his cock through the fly.

   "Oh God," Stacy moaned when the turgid shaft came into view.  "I don't
know if that will fit.  It's going to hurt, so be gentle."

   "I'm not that big," Anthony said as he slipped behind her and rubbed the
spongy tip of his cock through the slick folds of her pussy.  She was
aroused, and Anthony knew it would take very little effort to bury himself
in her cunt.

   "Not there," she said, reaching back and aiming his cock higher. 
Anthony shivered as his cock bumped against the pucker of Stacy's asshole,
happy with the realization that not only was he going to score, but he was
going to score big.

   "Are you sure?" he asked.  Anthony remembered attempting anal sex years
ago with his last girlfriend, and she had found it an unpleasant
experience.

   "Yes," Stacy panted, pushing her ass tight against his crotch.  Anthony
reached out and stroked her pussy, running his fingers up and down the
slippery crease between her lips.  Wanting to gather as much of her slick
oil as possible, Anthony slipped a finger inside her cunt and froze when he
bumped into an unexpected obstruction.

   "You're a virgin?" he asked, feeling his cock suddenly soften.  "We
don't have to do this," he continued, wondering in the back of his mind
where he would find someone else as willing, especially at this time of the
evening in a nearly empty mall.

   "I'm only a virgin in my pussy," she answered.  "I want you to fuck my
ass, dammit!"

   "It might hurt," he said, fearful of causing any pain.  "Let me see if I
have anything to help." Anthony got up and moved to the kitchen, looking
for anything which might be useful as a lubricant.  While searching through
the cabinets he remembered the video camera, which was still hooked up to
the television.  Anthony turned and found the camera was aimed almost
directly at the couch, and as stealthily as possible began recording,
praying there was enough tape left.

   Returning to the storage area, Anthony happened upon a drawer full of
different sex toys, including scarves, leather ties, handcuffs and
hallelujah two tubes of lubricating gel.

   "Great," Stacy chirped when she saw what he was holding.  She quickly
grabbed the tube and deftly squirted a large quantity into her hand.  She
giggled as Anthony watched as she spread the slick gel all around and
inside her asshole before reaching out and rubbing the remaining gel on the
head of his prick.

   "Ready?" Anthony asked.  She nodded, with an admonition to be careful,
and he gently pressed his prick against her tight back entrance.

   "Harder," she grunted, pushing her ass back against his cock.  Anthony
felt the head slip inside as Stacy gave a little cry, then suddenly she
rocked back with her hips, and his entire length slipped inside.

   Oh fuck, he moaned, having never before felt such a tight, hot sensation
as being in Stacy's ass.  Anthony immediately stopped moving, trying to
fight to prevent his orgasm for as long as possible.  Her inner walls
grabbed at his cock, and as he slowly pushed into her bowels Anthony knew
he wouldn't last long.

   Stacy appeared to enjoy the pressure, however and began a steady motion,
forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her ass.

   "Oh fuck, you're big," she sighed, moaning with pleasure as she felt his
balls slap against her soft pussy.

   "So tight," Anthony hissed, feeling her muscles pulsate and clutch at
his shaft.  He grabbed Stacy by the hips and began slamming against her
ass, feeling his abdomen bump time and again against her muscular ass
cheeks.

   "Oh God!" Stacy cried out.  Anthony felt her hand rubbing furiously
between her legs as she tried to get herself off.  Finally the heat and
pressure were too much, and he slammed into her tunnel, burying himself as
deeply as possible, and without warning his cum exploded from his cock into
her ass.

   "Shit," he hissed as his legs suddenly wobbled, and Anthony abruptly sat
back onto the floor.  Stacy didn't move for a second, and Anthony could see
inside her gaping hole, as the last remnants of his orgasm slowly leaked
onto her pussy and thighs.

   "Wow," she groaned as she tried to stand on unsteady legs.  Stacy's hand
went immediately to her ass and she glared as she caught the dripping
fluids as they ran down her thighs.  "Hope you enjoyed that," she muttered,
a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth.  "I'm not going to be
able to sit for a week," she accused.

   "Sorry," Anthony mumbled, caught off-guard by the sudden turn in her
mood.

   "I'm just kidding," she laughed.  "I did say to hurry, but holy shit...
wow."

   "Me too," he said, his heart still racing.  He pulled Stacy back onto
the bed and before he realized it was happening fell asleep.

   Stacy woke him sometime later with a gentle shaking of his shoulder.

   "Anthony, wake up," she whispered.  "I have to go.  The movie will be
over soon."

   Slowly Anthony opened his eyes, finally focusing on Stacy, who was now
fully dressed and appeared ready to leave.  He stood and stumbled to the
sink where he poured himself a drink of water, draining the glass in three
large swallows.

   He offered Stacy a drink, but she passed, reminding Anthony that Jody
was waiting for her.

   "It was fun," she said as she walked away from the RV, and Anthony found
it impossible to stifle a laugh when he noticed Stacy was limping slightly
from their recent activities.

   "Yeah," he said.  "It sure was fun."

   After making sure the camera had captured all the recent action, Anthony
ran back inside the mall and grabbed a couple sandwiches for dinner.  He
felt slightly drained from two hot bouts of sex that afternoon, and forced
himself to think, knowing that if he drove anywhere for supper he would
have to find a willing woman, and Anthony wasn't sure he could make it one
more round, so carryout would have to do.  It's going to be difficult
enough finding another girl to screw before I leave town tomorrow morning,
he thought, realizing the adventure might not be as simple as he had first
thought.  Too much sex can be tiring!

   Anthony arrived back at the hotel lot and ate his sandwiches while
sitting in the Winnebago.  Looking at the clock he was mildly surprised to
see it was only a bit past seven o'clock.  I should really try to find
another girl tonight, he thought.  Who knows how many girls the other
contestants have already scored with, he grumbled, angry for allowing
himself the luxury of a three hour nap that morning.

   Remembering he had to keep track of his points, Anthony started the
video, intending to write down his points, when there was a tiny knock on
the door to the Winnebago.

   "Anybody home?" he heard, smiling as he recognized the voice as
belonging to Cindy, his housekeeper from early that afternoon.

   "Come in," he called.  "I'm in the bedroom." Anthony quickly turned off
the television and unplugged the video camera before Cindy could make it to
the rear of the vehicle.  Wouldn't be good to have her find this tape!  he
laughed silently.  Especially because she's one of the biggest stars on it.

   "Hey there," Anthony said, smiling as Cindy walked into the sleeping
area.  She was still dressed in her Ohio State cheerleading outfit and
Anthony felt his cock start to rise to the occasion one more time as he
imagined himself fulfilling one of every man's fantasies.

   "How's it going?" Cindy asked as she stood next to the bed.  She spread
her legs to allow Anthony easy access as he slipped a hand under her skirt.
She made no pretenses about why she had returned Anthony quickly realized,
as his hand encountered nothing but smooth skin and her hot, fur-covered
pussy.

   "No panties?" he grinned, stroking his finger along her wet slit.

   "No," she sighed.  "They just get in the way, you know."

   "I do, and I like the uniform," Anthony said as Cindy laughed, her eyes
riveted to his erection which was tenting the loose pair of sweats he had
changed into after his shopping trip.

   "I can tell," she said.

   "So what brings you back?" Anthony asked, slipping his finger past the
slick lips of her pussy and stroking the wet inner flesh of her cunt.

   "Didn't you want me to come back?" she asked, a worried look flashing
across her face.

   "Of course I do," Anthony answered.  His own eyes locked on the
protrusion of his cock as he laughed.  "Can't you tell?"

   "Mmm...  I do love your cock," she sighed, reaching out a hand to brush
her fingers over the hard shaft of his penis.  Anthony thrust his hips away
from the bed, attempting to push himself more firmly into her grasp.  Cindy
giggled, pulling her hand away from the front of his sweats.

   "What..." he stammered as Cindy backed out of his room, crooking her
finger at him as she beckoned him to follow her.

   "I brought some friends," she said.  "I think you'll like them, and I
know they'll like Anthony Junior," she laughed, grabbing Anthony by the
hand and pulling him into the main cabin of the RV.

   "Hi there," five girls chorused together, laughing as Anthony stared in
disbelief.

   In front of him, all in various stages of undress, were five of the most
beautiful girls Anthony had ever seen.  It was obvious these were Cindy's
cheerleading teammates, as evidenced by the brightly colored uniforms they
were wearing, in some form or another.

   "I'm Mindy," said the first girl as she walked up and kissed Anthony on
the lips.  Her tongue snaked out and brushed insistently against his mouth
until he opened for her, his own tongue reaching out to meet her slippery
flesh.

   "I'm Mandy," said the next girl.

   Anthony did a double take as he looked at her, his head rapidly moving
between the girl in his arms and the girl now standing in front of him.

   "Are you sisters?" he asked, craning his head for a closer look as she
walked behind him.

   "Twins," she whispered.  She didn't kiss Anthony, but pressed her firm
tits against his back as he continued to kiss Mindy.  He felt her hands
reach around his body, caressing his chest and abdomen before reaching down
to fondle his cock and balls through the stretchy material of his
sweatpants.  "Mmm," she moaned, turning to where Cindy still stood in the
doorway.  "He does have a nice cock.  Can I suck on it?" she asked, giving
a squeal of delight as Cindy nodded.

   Before he could react, Anthony felt his sweats being roughly pulled down
his legs, and suddenly his cock was waving in the air.  Not for long,
however, as Mandy dropped to her knees and began laving her tongue along
his erect shaft.

   Breaking his lip-lock with Mindy, Anthony turned to Cindy who was
leaning against the doorframe, her hand busily playing with her pussy
beneath her cheerleading skirt.

   "Who are your other friends?" he asked, motioning with his head to the
three other girls, who were heavily involved with each other, their arms
and legs intertwined as they writhed together on the carpeted floor of the
Winnebago.

   "I'm April," said the first, a petite redhead, breaking away from her
friend, who was licking at April's pink nipples, wet with saliva and
already hard with excitement.

   "I'm May," said her friend quickly, before dropping her head back to
April's chest where she continued licking and biting at the redhead's
eraser-like nipples.  May's hips were spread wide, making room for the
third friend, who simply waved her hand as her tongue and lips were
apparently busy as she licked at the smooth flesh of May's baby-smooth
pussy.

   "That's June," Cindy whispered into Anthony's ear, laughing at his
confused expression.

   "Mindy, Mandy, April, May and June?  Those aren't their real names, are
they?" he asked.  Cindy shook her head quickly, grinning as Anthony gasped
from the attentions Mandy was giving his cock.

   "Nope, but do you really need to know their names?" she asked.

   "I suppose not," he answered.  Anthony found himself distracted, barely
able to keep track of the conversation and decided talking was a waste of
his time in this instance.  "What do you say we take this into the
bedroom?" he asked to no one in particular.  Hearing no response to his
request, Anthony gently pulled his cock out of Mandy's mouth and pulled her
to her feet, before quickly dragging the two sisters into the bedroom.

   Stripping out of their uniforms, Mindy and Mandy fell back against the
bed, quickly embracing, their two tongues dueling wildly in a passionate
kiss.  Anthony stripped off his shirt and lay down beside them, reaching
out to stroke his hands over their hot naked flesh.

   "What's this?" Cindy asked as she walked into the room, the sounds of
the other three girls still echoing through the doorway.  Cindy walked to
the television and grabbed the video camera, and Anthony had a moment of
panic.

   "It's...  it's my camera," he stuttered.

   "Cool.  Is there film in it?" she asked, looking through the viewfinder,
and Anthony prayed she wouldn't accidentally start the camera playing.

   "Yes," he groaned, as one of the twins sucked his cock into her wet
mouth.  "But don't use it.  There's a fresh tape in the other room.  You
can use that, if you want," he said, thanking the Gods that this was going
to get filmed after he had forgotten all about the camera.

   "Great," Cindy chirped and took the camera into the other room.

   Mindy, or maybe it was Mandy looked up from his lap, grinning as a
string of saliva stretched between the tip of his cock and her parted lips.
Her face was flushed from her exertions, and she laughed as Anthony sucked
in a deep breath.

   "You have a camera?" she asked, her eyes bright with excitement.  Not
trusting his voice to speak, Anthony nodded.  "Are you going to make us
movie stars?" she asked, not waiting for his answer as she once again
sucked his cock deep into her mouth.

   "If you want," he said, thrusting his hips up to meet her tongue as the
hot wetness of her mouth enveloped his shaft.  "Mindy, slow down," he
groaned, fearing he would shoot his load too soon.

   "Mandy," she grinned, pausing long enough to correct his mistake.

   "I'm Mindy," said the other sister, leaning back against one of the
over-stuffed pillows.  Her eyes were wide as she watched her twin suck on
Anthony's cock, her fingers a blur as she thrust two fingers into her pink
slit.

   "Come here," Anthony gasped, motioning to Mindy.  She looked at him for
a moment, confused as to what he was asking, but smiled brightly as he
flicked his tongue at her, motioning with his hand to her pussy.

   "Yes," she hissed, climbing to her knees and straddling Anthony's face.
She gently lowered her pink pussy to his lips, squealing as his tongue
flicked over the sensitive bud of her clit.  She dropped completely onto
his face then, and Anthony feared he would suffocate as his entire world
was suddenly comprised of her pungent wet flesh.  She squirmed against his
mouth, and Anthony tasted her tangy juices as her natural lubricant dripped
onto his tongue.

   Anthony's attention was broken for a moment when he heard noises coming
from the doorway.  He looked between Mindy's legs to see Cindy holding the
video camera to her eye, looking through the viewfinder.

   "Fuck pretty," she directed the three, and suddenly they were bathed in
light as the camera's light illuminated the bed.

   The realization that they were on camera triggered something in the
twins, and Anthony suddenly felt Mindy's pussy begin to spasm as her orgasm
hit and he once again sucked down a flood of her juices.

   "You have a great pussy," he said as she collapsed to the bed.

   "Hey, what about me?" Mandy said, releasing his cock from the wet
confines of her sucking mouth.

   "I have no basis for comparison," he answered.  The twins held a silent
conversation for a moment, before quickly trading places, and Anthony once
again found himself with a mouthful of tangy pussy, this time belonging to
Mandy, while Mindy swiped her tongue up and down his turgid shaft.

   "Oh God, that's so good," Mandy panted as she groaned as his tongue
slipped through the sensitive folds of her pussy.  Anthony noticed she had
a slightly different taste than her sister, but found her pussy no less
exciting, just as Mindy's mouth felt slightly different, but no less
exciting as she sucked on his cock.

   "This is awesome," Cindy whispered as she continued to film their
exploits.  Anthony laughed as Cindy occasionally gave the three directions,
first ordering Mindy to pull her hair back behind her ear to get a better
shot of her mouth sucking on Anthony's cock, then telling Mandy to pull on
her nipples while Anthony strummed his tongue over her slippery pussy.

   It was but a few minutes before Anthony had Mandy thrashing on his face
as her orgasm hit her full force, and he groaned as his own orgasm rolled
over him.  He pumped his hips up roughly against Mindy's mouth, as she
suctioned for all she was worth in an effort to catch every bit of his
semen.

   "Cut!" Cindy yelled as Mindy and Mandy swapped the sticky cum between
their lips and tongues, finally swallowing the sticky mess.  Anthony
collapsed back onto the bed, quickly joined by the two twins, who he
greeted with a sloppy kiss.  He noticed he was still able to detect his cum
on their lips, but didn't really mind the salty taste.

   As the three lay there recovering, Cindy turned to leave the bedroom.

   "There's lots more to film out here," she explained as she skipped into
the next room.  Anthony could hear squeals and moans from the next room and
he imagined the possibilities as the three naked cheerleaders writhed
around on the floor and couch of his RV.

   I hope Cindy gets all this on tape.  This whole contest thing might turn
out okay after all, Anthony thought as he lay in bed, surrounded by two
sweaty naked bodies.  Anthony glanced at the clock next to the bed and
yawned, realizing it was now after ten o'clock.  He had been on the road
since one thirty in the morning, and had only gotten a few hours of sleep
during the day, and felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

   I think I could get used to this, was the last thing he remembered as he
drifted off to sleep.

   Chapter Two Tuesday

   Anthony groaned as he slowly came awake.  Where the hell am I?  he
wondered, momentarily confused by his surroundings.  He sat up, rubbing the
sleep from his eyes as he looked around the tiny room, as the events of the
last day slowly came back to him.

   The contest, he thought, followed quickly by where are all the girls? 
Anthony slipped out of bed, searching on the floor for his sweat pants.  He
put them on, tugging the drawstring tight before exiting his bedroom and
walking into the living area, half expecting to find a pile of sweaty
college girls.

   Instead he found a note.

   Sorry Mr.  Martin.  We had to leave last night, hope you had a good
time, we sure did.  Don't tell our parents, okay?  Ha ha.  We tried to
clean up the room, but you were hogging the bed and we didn't want to wake
you up, so you might want to air out the camper, because it smells like
someone had sex with six cheerleaders in here!  Ha ha.  Don't worry about
the toys, we washed them and they're drying in the sink, and the videotapes
are all beside the camera.  Enjoy the movie!

   The note was signed by Cindy and as he lifted it to his nose, Anthony
realized it smelled like pussy juice.

   Have to save this, he grinned to himself, slipping the note in a drawer.
Moving to the sink, Anthony realized that the girls must have found more
playthings in the Winnebago than he had realized were there, because drying
in the sink were two extremely long double-ended dildos and two thin anal
vibrators.

   I think I will watch that video, he thought to himself, and quickly
connected the camera to the television.  The first part of the tape was as
he remembered, chronicling his exploits with Mindy and Mandy, the twins. 
Anthony's cock gave a lurch as the scene shifted to the living area, and he
realized this must have been what Cindy was referring to when she had
mentioned that there was "lots more to film."

   Anthony absentmindedly stroked his prick as he watched the action unfold
on the screen.  At first it was much as he remembered when he and the twins
had left.  April, May and June all in a tangle on the floor, kissing and
licking each other, their smooth pussies shiny wet with their juices.  As
he watched the three friends eat each other through multiple orgasms, he
quickly grabbed his scorecard and began writing down his point totals from
the evening before.

   Six girls showing their breasts and pussies was ninety points, watching
two girls having sex was forty points.  I wonder if it's worth more since
it was six girls?  Anthony wondered idly.  Getting to touch a girl's tits
and pussy and doing so while nude added sixty points, times two girls was
one-twenty.  Another one-twenty for two girls stroking and sucking his
dick, and Anthony found to his amazement he was up to almost four hundred
points.

   As he watched the three girls writhing around on the floor, Anthony
wondered if this counted, since it was on video.  Can't hurt anything to
try to get credit for it, he rationalized, and quickly watched to the end
of the tape, which ended with all six girls in a tangled pile of breasts
and asses and tongues and fingers on the floor of his Winnebago.

   Shit, I don't know what this is worth, he thought, throwing up his hands
in defeat.  Six girls all having sex together, all showing their tits and
pussies, and for an added bonus he found that all six girls had wished him
a happy vacation at the end of the tape so that doubled his score.  Fuck
it, he thought.  I'll just call it an even fourteen hundred points and
we'll see if anybody yells at me.

   Anthony quickly booted up the laptop and sent off an email, detailing
his conquests from the night before and his afternoon of anal sex with
Stacy.  Not a bad first day, he thought.  Wondering what time it was,
Anthony was amazed to see it was already half past ten in the morning.

   Not wanting to fall behind in his driving schedule, Anthony quickly
showered, regretting for a moment that he hadn't had a chance to test the
shower with another person.

   Throwing on a different pair of sweats and a comfortable t-shirt,
Anthony climbed behind the wheel of the Winnebago Adventurer and pulled out
of the hotel parking lot, heading for Chicago, the next stop on his tour.

   *****

   It was already a little after two o'clock in the afternoon, when the
troubles started.  Anthony was chugging along Interstate 70, fifteen miles
from Indianapolis, when he was surprised to notice the gas gauge was close
to empty.  I should have more than a hundred miles left in the tank, he
thought, but decided to go the prudent route and avoid running out of gas
in the middle of nowhere.

   Wanting to avoid the larger truck stops, I sure wouldn't want to fuck
anything that's been riding in a big rig for the past three days, he
thought, Anthony pulled off the highway and headed down a less traveled
county highway, looking for a smaller gas station.

   As he pulled into a local "Tank and Tummy," something that appeared to
be part gas station and part restaurant, Anthony felt the big trailer start
to shudder beneath him as the gas guzzling engine coughed on the last drops
of fuel.  Coasting to a stop, Anthony got out of his vehicle and began
filling the tank.  He was amazed as the numbers on the pump kept spinning
and spinning, thankful once more for the piece of plastic in his pocket. 
As the dial spun past the one hundred dollar mark Anthony laughed once more
at his good fortune.  No way I could afford to own something like this, he
thought.

   At last the pump clicked to a stop and Anthony went inside to pay for
his purchase, grabbing a couple frankfurters and a bag of chips to tide him
over until he reached the Windy City.  He grimaced as he bit into the
rubbery hot dog, promising himself a real Chicago-style hot dog when he
reached his destination.

   Cursing himself for sleeping in as late as he had, Anthony quickly
trotted back to the RV and climbed in, preparing to head off down the road.
If I make good time I should get into town around five.  That should be
plenty of time to hit a club and find a lady for the evening, he thought.

   Just as Anthony began pulling the forty-foot vehicle back onto the road,
he was startled out of his reverie by a shrill ringing sound.  What the
hell?  he wondered, realizing the sound was coming from the glove
compartment.  What's in there?

   Putting the parking break on, Anthony reached over and flipped open the
glove compartment, remembering as the sound grew in volume that he had
stashed the cell phone there.

   "Hello?" he said, wondering who could possibly be calling him.

   "Where the fuck do you think you're going, sonny?"

   "What?  Who is this?"

   "Who is this?  Who do you think this is?  I'm running this damn contest,
and I say you turn around right now or you're out."

   "Out?  What do you mean I'm out?  Why?"

   "Who did you fuck in the gas station?"

   "What?"

   "You weren't in there more than thirty seconds.  Who'd you fuck?"

   "How did you....?  Nobody."

   "Then get back there or you're out.  Read your instructions.  Every time
you get out of the Winnebago you have to pick up a chick.  Consider this
your one and only warning."

   "But..."

   "But nothing."

   "But the only person in the gas station was an old guy!"

   "Tough shit.  Should have thought ahead, I guess.  Now get to it."

   Before Anthony could say another word the line clicked dead in his hand.
He stared at the phone, wondering how in the hell the old man had known
where he was, followed quickly by where in the hell he was going to find a
woman.

   Sighing in resignation, Anthony turned the Winnebago around and headed
back to the gas station.  This place doesn't look that desolate, he thought
hopefully.  Surely I can find something quick and get out of here.  I don't
have to have sex with anyone, he realized happily.  Just getting a girl to
show me her tits is enough, as long as I get it on tape.

   Three hours later, hot and dejected, Anthony found himself still parked
in the same dusty parking lot at the same deserted gas station.  To his
horror he found out the station closed at five o'clock, and after assuring
the station owner that he was fine, there's no need to call the police, I'm
just resting a little while, Anthony began to wonder if he would still be
stuck here the next day when the morning shift arrived.

   Why the hell didn't I just go to a big truck stop.  I'm sure I could
have found some woman happy to show me her tits in exchange for a good
meal. Fuck!

   The hot dogs and chips had long since disappeared, and Anthony found
himself growing hungry.  He was disappointed to see that the camper had not
been stocked with food, and climbed out in search of a vending machine. 
Fortunately the owner of the gas station had thought to have a full
complement of snack foods available, and Anthony used most of a roll of
quarters, but returned to the Winnebago loaded with enough junk food to
keep him satisfied for a few hours.

   Around seven o'clock Anthony noticed the light outside was beginning to
grow dim, and he resigned himself to the fact that it appeared more and
more likely he would be stuck here all night.  This really makes up for
yesterday, Anthony thought.

   He had considered walking into town and trying his luck there, but based
on the maps he was able to bring up on the internet, the closest town was
more than eleven miles away, and that kind of hike was not something
Anthony was looking forward to.  Not in the dark, and especially not in
these shoes, he muttered, wishing again he had purchased a pair of sneakers
instead of the stiff Italian loafers he was now wearing.

   As he finished off the last bite of his recently purchased vending
machine cupcake and washed it down with the last swallow of soda, Anthony
glanced up, amazed to see a pair of headlights in the distance.  Throwing
aside the empty aluminum can, he raced for the door, stopping short only as
his hand reached for handle.

   What are you doing?  he asked himself.  Suppose there is a woman in the
car, what were you planning?  Going to scream for her to show her tits and
hope she doesn't mind being videotaped?  Stupid.

   Deciding to lay low and see what happened, Anthony flicked off the
overhead lights just as the car pulled into the darkened gas station.  A
young man opened the driver's side door and looked out, paying particular
attention to the large motor home.  Anthony was close enough that he was
able to hear through the open window what the boy said to his companion.

   "You see that thing before?" he asked.

   "Uh uh.  Never," a voice from inside the car answered.  Anthony thrilled
as he realized the voice belonged to a female.  Maybe there's a chance I
can get out of here yet!

   "Is anyone in it?" the female continued, and Anthony froze, scarce
daring to breath, as the young man strode over and peered in the window.

   Anthony was thankful he'd thought to lock the door behind him when he
had returned from the vending machines, as the boy jiggled the handle once
before turning back to the car.

   "Nah, there's nobody here," he called out.  Anthony held his breath,
still fearing discovery, when suddenly the passenger's door opened, and out
climbed a beautiful girl.

   She looks so young, Anthony thought, remembering that the old man
running the contest had specified that the contest had a lower age limit of
sixteen, with no exceptions, and that anyone caught breaking this rule
would be immediately expelled from the game and might possibly be reported
to the police.  Anthony had scoffed when he had first read this, wondering
how the old man could possibly know, but after receiving the mysterious
phone call he wasn't willing to risk the chance.

   It's like he was watching me, Anthony thought with a shudder.  Almost
like he could hear inside the Winnebago.

   All thoughts of hidden microphones were quickly banished from his mind
as the boy and girl started kissing, no more than ten feet from where
Anthony crouched beside an open window.

   "Oh Bobby," he heard the girl moan as the boy grabbed at her blue
jean-covered ass.  The girl opened her mouth to the insistent tongue of her
young lover, and Anthony felt his prick grow hard as he watched the girl
press her tits against the young man's chest.

   "You're such a good kisser, Christine," the boy mumbled as he began
pushing the girl to the ground.

   "You want me to kiss it?" she asked, reaching up to cup the boy's cock
through his jeans.  The sound of the zipper being undone echoed in the dry
night air, and the girl giggled, looking around for anyone who might be
watching their playtime.

   "There's no one there," the boy mumbled, pushing his jeans down around
his ankles and freeing his cock from the tight confines of his underwear.
Christine cooed as she circled the shaft with her hand and brought her face
closer to the bulbous head of his prick.  "Shit," the boy hissed as the
girl's tongue darted out to lick at the hot poker of flesh she held in her
hand.

   Goddamn, Anthony thought as the girl took long swipes at the boys prick.
It's almost like she's licking an ice cream cone.

   As the girl continued sucking the boy's cock, Anthony moved as quietly
as he could, mindful of any rocking motion the Winnebago might make,
working his way to where the video camera sat on the counter.  Checking to
see that the tape currently in the camera had enough film, Anthony returned
to the window, pressing the camera as close to the screen as he dared, and
began recording.

   Shit, he cursed.  To his dismay, Anthony had forgotten the always-on
light affixed to the video camera, and the boy and girl now found
themselves frozen in a pool of light.

   "Run, Bobby!" the girl cried out, struggling to her feet.  Anthony
realized his last chance for any sex would be tearing out of the parking
lot in a few seconds, and hastily threw open the door to the RV, pointing
the camera directly at the young couple's car.

   "Stop!" he shouted, sighing with relief as the young couple froze. 
Bobby was frantically trying to pull up his pants, his now wilted erection
flopping between his legs as the boy struggled to cover himself.  "I said
stop," Anthony repeated.

   "Who are you?" the girl asked.

   "Doesn't matter, does it Christine?" Anthony replied, shining the camera
directly at the frightened girl.  The girl gasped as she heard her name.

   "You know who we are?" she asked, panic spreading through her body.  If
anyone found out that she had come out here with Bobby, and what they were
doing, she would never be allowed out of the house again, and neither would
Bobby.

   "I know enough," Anthony answered, swinging the camera to shine on the
nervous Bobby.  "I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't be happy to know the
two of you were out here.  How about I give you a lift back into town?"
Anthony asked, hoping their panic at being discovered would override any
common sense the two kids might have.

   "No!" Bobby shouted.  "If you do that, we're dead meat."

   "Yeah, Mom would kill us," Christine agreed.

   "Is that what would happen?" Anthony asked.

   "Yeah, either that our she'd lock us up in the basement and we'd be
there forever, because Dad would never let us out after he learned what the
two of us were up to," the boy moaned.

   Anthony laughed at that, surely these kids didn't think their punishment
would be as simple as being locked up together.

   "You think you'd be stuck in the basement together?  Christine, what
would your mom do when she found out you got caught sucking on your
boyfriend's cock?"

   "He's not my boyfriend," Christine said, beginning to sob.  "He's... 
he's my..."

   "I'm her brother," Bobby said, staring at the ground, and Anthony had to
fight back a gasp.

   "Interesting," he finally said, walking closer to the frightened couple.
"So what brings you two out here, besides the obvious?" he asked, pointing
at Bobby's shriveled erection.  Bobby blushed, fighting the urge to cover
himself, still unsure of what exactly was happening.  For some reason the
boy didn't think this stranger was all that upset at having discovered the
two siblings like he had.

   "It's all our mom's fault," Bobby answered, beginning to get angry. 
"She won't let us date, and it's not like we're kids anymore," he spat.

   "Oh, you're all grown up, are you?"

   "We're old enough," the girl mumbled.

   "How old?" Anthony asked quickly.

   "What?"

   "How old are the two of you?"

   "We're...  we're eighteen," the girl finally answered.

   "Bullshit," Anthony laughed.  "You're definitely not eighteen."

   "Seventeen," Bobby answered defiantly, daring the older man to
contradict him.  Anthony saw Christine give a quick glance to her brother,
looking away as she noticed Anthony staring at her.

   "Christine?" he asked.  The girl refused to answer at first, but finally
gave in under his steady gaze.

   "Bobby's almost seventeen and I turned sixteen last month," she said. 
"Happy now?" she asked.

   "Absolutely," Anthony said with a grin.  More than you'll probably ever
know, he thought.  I don't much care for young kids, but they're legal for
the contest, and I have to get out of here.

   "So what are you going to do with us?" Bobby asked sullenly.

   "I'm not going to do anything," Anthony replied calmly, a plan forming
in his mind.  "Why don't the two of you come inside my camper?" he asked.
"You can make out all you want, do...  whatever you kids came out here to
do in the first place."

   "That's it?" Bobby asked, distrustful of such a simple solution.

   "That's all," Anthony promised.  "I just want to watch is all."

   "Fucking pervert!" Christine screamed, shaking her fist at him.  Anthony
stifled a laugh, as he found himself becoming aroused at the sight of the
teenager's pert breasts swaying underneath her tight-fitting shirt.

   "That's the deal," Anthony replied.  "Take it or leave it, but are you
sure your parents want to hear about this from me?" he asked, pointing the
camera directly in the girl's face.

   "Fine," she sulked, glancing quickly at her brother, who nodded his
agreement.

   "But that stays off," the boy added, pointing at the camera.

   "Nope, that's part of the deal," Anthony said.

   "But, that's..." the boy blustered, beginning to flush with anger.

   "That's part of the deal," Anthony repeated firmly.  "The camera stays
on, or I go...  directly to your parents."

   "How do you know where we live?" Christine asked, flashing a triumphant
grin, which Anthony quickly turned to a frown.

   "The internet's an amazing invention," he said.  "I'd bet that all it
would take is a few bucks and a couple minutes, and I could trade your
license plate number into a complete set of information.  Name, address,
phone numbers," he said, snapping his fingers.  "Easy as pie."

   The siblings looked at each other once more, before silently nodding at
Anthony.

   "I guess," Bobby said, his shoulders slumped as he walked to the
Winnebago.  Anthony slapped him on the back, laughing at the boy's defeated
expression.

   "Don't take it so hard," he said, laughing as the boy tried to walk
while holding his pants up with one hand.  "This is what the two of you
came out here to do in the first place, remember?  So what if a pervert
like me gets a free show.  You get a comfortable bed to fuck around on, and
I could get in more trouble than you two, so you can be sure that I won't
be telling anyone about this," he lied.  Except for whoever it is that gets
these videotapes, he added silently to himself.

   "Promise?" asked Christine as she brushed past him through the doorway,
a glimmer of hope beginning to show on her face.

   "Promise," he answered, turning to follow the two kids inside.  He
closed the door behind them and turned to find the two kids standing side
by side, nervously looking at him.

   "What do you want us to do?" Christine finally asked.

   "Whatever you were going to do," Anthony shrugged.  "Pretend I'm not
here."

   "Okay," Bobby said nervously.

   "Where's the bedroom?" Christine asked, and Anthony led the way, leaning
back against the dresser as Bobby and Christine timidly climbed onto the
large bed.

   "Are you ready?" Christine asked.

   "For what?" Anthony asked.

   "To shoot us," she answered shyly, pointing at the camera in his hands.
Anthony motioned for the two kids to go ahead and flicked on the camera,
zooming in as Bobby tilted his head down to kiss his sister on the lips.

   Christine was hesitant, glancing nervously back to where Anthony held
the camera to his eye.

   "Pretend I'm not here," he repeated.

   "But it's hard," Christine said.

   "Is it?" he laughed.  "It doesn't look like it's hard enough yet, not to
be of use to anybody," Anthony grinned, while Bobby grimaced, realizing
they were talking about his limp penis.  "I think you should do something
about that, don't you?" Anthony asked Christine, who nodded once more
before reaching out and capturing Bobby's penis in her hand.

   "Ah," the boy sighed as Christine's slender fingers wrapped around his
soft penis.  He closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows.  With
his eyes closed, he realized he couldn't see the camera, and it became
easier to imagine it was just Christine and himself alone at home on their
parents' bed.

   Anthony watched in rapt attention as Christine slowly stroked her
brother to a full erection.  For a young kid, he sure is packing some heat,
Anthony thought as the boy's prick swelled to a very respectable size.  I
wonder if she can take it all down her throat, he wondered.

   With one last glance in Anthony's direction, Christine slowly bent her
head down, and Anthony realized she was concerned that he catches
everything on the camera.  Anthony silently moved forward, grinning as
Christine pulled her hair back away from her face and gently snaked her
tongue out of her mouth, swirling it around the spongy head of her
brother's cock.

   "More," Bobby hissed through clenched teeth, as he felt the soft wetness
of Christine's mouth envelope the head of his prick.  She suctioned lightly
on the fat knob of his cock, her tongue lightly flicking over his piss
hole, and he sucked in a deep breath as one of her hands began fondling his
nuts.

   Anthony felt his own cock swelling in his pants, and reached down to
adjust his erection, which felt like it was threatening to rip through at
any moment.  Christine grinned as her head bobbed up and down her brother's
erection.  She could see the older man with the video camera out of the
corner of his eye, and it made her pussy cream knowing she was able to get
the grown man so excited.

   Wanting to put on more of a show, the girl suddenly rose up, quickly
stripping off her shirt, revealing her lemon-sized tits as they strained
against her girlish bra.  She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her,
wishing she had something sexier to wear, but smiled as she heard Anthony's
groan as he saw her smooth flesh come into view.

   Feeling an excitement greater than anything she'd felt in her young
life, Christine turned her back to Anthony, looking over her shoulder with
her most seductive look.

   "Undo me?" she asked, feeling a rush of sensations coursing through her
body as the trembling fingers of the older man deftly unsnapped the flimsy
brassiere.

   She's perfect, Anthony thought as the camera captured each perfect, tiny
breast.  The smooth cones of flesh were pale white, and he wondered if they
had ever seen the light of day.  The bikini she used for tanning was
obviously very tiny, judging by the size of the patches over her breasts.
Christine's nipples were tiny, pink and puckered and seemed almost to be
aiming straight up in the air as the young girl paused momentarily, letting
the camera travel over her body.

   Bobby had opened his eyes when he felt his sister's mouth leave his
prick, and he lay back on the bed, watching his sister pose for the camera.

   "Come here," he moaned, his cock sticking straight in the air. 
Greedily, he reached out and caught a firm nipple in his fingers, rolling
and pinching the erect bit of flesh.  Christine squealed as a jolt of
electricity shot through her body, seemingly running in a direct current
from her nipples to her pussy.

   "I'm so wet," she panted, the camera momentarily forgotten.  Christine
quickly stripped her jeans and panties off and returned to her brother's
cock, blushing as she realized the man behind her had an unobstructed view
of her pussy and asshole.  She was surprised to find that not only did the
thought not bother her, but Christine found herself trembling with lust at
the idea of showing herself off to this stranger.

   "Suck my cock," Bobby panted, reaching out to grab his sister's hand and
pulling her toward him.  Christine happily complied and began sucking
frantically on her brother's stiff prick, sliding her left hand up and down
his shaft while her right hand played with her smooth wet pussy.

   Anthony praised whatever force had brought these two kids into the gas
station parking lot as he moved around the bed, filming their activities.
Bobby had a handful of hair in each fist, and was slamming his cock up into
Christine's sucking mouth.  Anthony worried about any pain he might be
causing his sister, but judging by the frantic moans she was making,
Christine was more than happy to let her brother fuck her face.

   Suddenly Bobby shouted that he was coming, and Anthony watched, his own
prick twitching in anticipation, as the young boy flexed his prick,
shooting his cum deep inside his sister's throat.

   "Holy hell," he gasped as he flopped back onto the bed.  Christine
whipped her head around, staring at the obvious bulge in the front of
Anthony's pants.

   "Come here," she panted, her fingers still toying with the slick wetness
surrounding her tiny pink pussy.  "I want to suck you too," she said.

   As much as he wanted to unload his spunk into her mouth, Anthony found
he couldn't see himself sinking far enough down to actually letting this
woman-child suck him off, and shook his head in refusal.

   "I'm fine," he lied, his erection saying otherwise.  Christine got a
confused look on her face, and cocked her head in the man's direction.

   "Won't you start hurting?" she asked?

   "Hurting?" Anthony asked, suddenly confused.  "Why would I be hurting?"

   "Bobby says guys' balls turn blue if they don't cum," she said, looking
at her brother for confirmation.

   "Your brother is full of shit," Anthony said, laughing as Bobby turned
red and began looking for his clothes.  "Hold it right there," Anthony
said, turning to face the cringing boy.

   "I...  I never said that," he claimed, shooting his sister a look, but
she just looked back defiantly at him.

   "Did too," she answered.  "You said guys have to cum once they get hard,
or it's really painful.  You're such a liar," she shouted and began beating
her tiny fists against Bobby's chest.

   "Hold it, hold it," Anthony shouted, shutting off the camera and trying
to separate the two kids.  Finally Bobby was sitting on one side of the bed
while Anthony held the naked, squirming Christine in his arms.

   "Liar," she shouted again.  "You said it hurt, and you wouldn't even
lick my pussy when I asked you."

   "That's gross," Bobby blurted.  "You smell funny, and that's where you
pee."

   "So do you," Christine shot back, struggling to release herself from
Anthony's grip.  Try as he might, Anthony found the situation horribly
arousing, aware of the girl's soft ass cheeks pressing back against his
erection.  Finally unable to hold on any longer, he released the girl,
expecting her to again begin pummeling her brother.  Instead, Christine
turned to face him, her hands dropping immediately to the protrusion in his
pants.

   "What are you doing?" he gasped as the girl's fingers played lightly
over his shaft.  She paid particular attention to the wet spot spreading
over the stretchy material as Anthony leaked copious amounts of pre-cum.

   "I want to," she answered.

   "Why?  I thought you didn't like it," stammered Anthony.

   "I love it," she replied, "but I just wish Bobby would do me too."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yeah," she answered, slowly dropping to her knees and pulling Anthony's
sweats down, and the man slowly stepped out of them.  As the elastic of his
underwear cleared the head of his prick, the shaft waved proudly in the
air, slapping the pretty girl in the face.  "Hey," she cried, surprised at
the older man's size.  "Wow...  you're bigger than Bobby," she boasted,
turning to make a face at her brother.

   "I can't believe you're going to suck his cock," the boy sulked.

   "What are you going to do?" she teased.  "Tell Mom and Dad about it?"

   "Maybe," he muttered.

   Suddenly Anthony felt his cock enveloped in a tight wetness as the girl
in front of him sucked half his length into her mouth.  Christine sucked on
the thick shaft, her cheeks caved inwards as she applied pressure to his
prick, her tongue flicking quickly over his bulbous head.

   Shit, Anthony moaned.  Whoever taught this girl to suck cock did a
fantastic job.  Anthony could feel himself already nearing his orgasm, so
excited was he from watching the two young teens on his bed.  He pulled his
cock gently from Christine's mouth, putting his hand on her head to steady
himself.

   "Too fast," he gasped.  "I don't want to cum yet."

   "I can't help it," Christine said.  "I love sucking your cock."

   "You're too good at it.  Bobby, get behind your sister.  You need to
learn to lick her pussy."

   Bobby resisted for a moment, before silently nodding.  He crawled on all
fours over to his sister, before rolling over onto his back and positioning
himself between her widespread thighs.

   "What do I do?" he asked, nervously looking at the gaping slit of his
sister's spread cunt.  Bobby didn't know where to start, and he was
suddenly afraid of messing up.

   "Be gentle with her," Anthony said.  "Stroke her thighs with your hands,
lick up and down her slit, and be careful of her clit."

   "What's that?" Bobby asked.

   "There's a little button of nerves at the top of her slit.  It's kind of
like your cock, it's really sensitive, so be really gentle with it.  Just
do what comes naturally, you'll be able to tell what Christine likes by how
she reacts."

   Christine looked more nervous than Bobby as she lowered her pussy onto
her brother's face, unsure of what to expect.  She squealed as his slippery
tongue first pushed through the wet folds of her dripping pussy, but
quickly the surprise turned to delight as sensations she had only felt
before under the attention of her own fingers coursed through her body.

   "That's great," she gasped as she gently rocked her hips over her
brother's face.  "I've never felt anything like this with someone else,"
she moaned.

   Christine realized she was still holding Anthony's cock in her hand, and
quickly dipped her head to take in the first few inches of his erection.

   As the girl continued sucking on his cock, Anthony began forcing more
and more of his cock into her wet mouth, feeling the tight muscles at the
back of her throat relax as she accommodated his entire length.

   "Holy shit," he cried out as he felt a tightness around his shaft unlike
anything he had ever experienced.  The camera was suddenly unsteady in his
hand, and he almost dropped it as he thrust wildly against the teen's face.
Her gaze was locked on Anthony's face, a look of excitement in her eyes as
she realized the power she possessed.  Not only was this older man putty in
her hands, but her own brother was now positioned beneath her, pleasuring
her with his fingers and tongue.

   Christine felt an orgasm suddenly well up inside her, the muscles in her
legs and abdomen quivering with excitement, and too soon she felt the inner
walls of her pussy began clenching as the climax overcame her.

   Standing in front of this spectacle, Anthony felt his own passion
plateau in his groin, and for the first time that day his balls released
their load of cum, shooting out through the tip of his cock into
Christine's waiting mouth.

   "Here it comes," he screamed, too late as Christine began choking on the
thick white liquid.  Her back was arched as she pulled away from Anthony's
erection, her hips locked around her brother's neck, while Bobby continued
to stimulate her sensitive folds.  Christine's face was coated with
Anthony's cum, and he shivered as she reached up a finger, wiping her
cheeks clean of his semen, before licking her fingers clean.

   Bobby was once again hard, and Anthony watched in rapt attention, every
action caught on video, as the two kids turned to kiss once more, before
crawling to the bed and licking each other to one last orgasm.

   The hour was getting late, and although he was sad to see them go,
Anthony gently shooed the two kids back to their own car.

   "But they'll be able to tell," Christine worried, smelling her arousal
and noticing her mussed appearance.  "Can't we take a shower in there?" she
asked, remembering the bathroom she had seen in the trailer.

   "Sorry," Anthony apologized, happy to once again be back on the road. 
I'm finally back in the contest, he thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

   "How's that, old man?" Anthony asked aloud, as he pulled the motor home
back onto the highway, relieved when his cell phone didn't immediately
start ringing in answer.

   Thankful to once again be on the road, and with his fuel tanks full,
Anthony began figuring when he would next need to stop for gas.  Chicago
was only three hours down the road, and Des Moines - his next stop - was
five hours past that.  Checking his gauges, Anthony knew he had enough gas
to make it all the way to Iowa's capitol city.  He had plans for Chicago,
and intended to spend some productive hours in the Windy City, but Anthony
was pleased he wouldn't run the risk of being stranded like this again, at
least for a couple days.

   Anthony continued driving late into the night, finally passing a sign
off to the side of the road announcing that the Hoosier State thanked him
for visiting.

   The Hoosier State indeed, he smirked, remembering how Christine had
sucked him off.  The name's kind of fitting after all, I guess.  With a
quick glance at his Chicago street map, Anthony headed off down the road,
happy to be leaving Indiana behind forever.

   *****

   It was just before midnight when Anthony pulled his Winnebago into the
darkened hotel parking lot on the west edge of Chicago.  For having this
huge house on wheels, I'm sure staying at a lot of hotels, he mused.

   After going through the nighttime check-in procedures, Anthony walked
across the street to an all-night gas station and purchased a couple of
Chicago's local underground newspapers.  They were trash periodicals, and
not something Anthony would normally read, but he was anxious to check on
his plans.

   Staying in this hotel was all a part of Anthony's plan to ultimately win
the contest.  A week earlier, after having decided to join the competition,
Anthony had recognized his best chances for bringing in big point totals
would come in Chicago, and had put his plan in motion.  Turning to the
classified ads, Anthony saw everything was in place for a day of big
adventures.

   Realizing if he wanted to win the competition he would have to figure
out some way to earn massive amounts of points while not leaving himself a
deflated, quivering mess, Anthony had hit on the idea of becoming a porn
producer, at least for one day.

   If only it would work to hit Las Vegas or Los Angeles, Anthony thought,
only slightly less pleased that Chicago had been a major city on his way to
the west coast.  Anthony knew these two cities weren't logical options, the
drive was too long as it was, and after the delay in Indianapolis, Anthony
worried about driving himself into the ground in order to make up the time
he had lost.

   The notice he had placed read as follows: Amateur actresses needed to
audition for roles in exotic films.  No experience necessary.  All comers
welcome.  Wednesday from 10:00 AM until 6:00 PM.  Shady Hill Inn, Room 430.

   Anthony hoped the tiny newspaper advertisement would bring in a long
line of women willing to take their clothes off in front of his camera. 
And maybe more, Anthony thought.  If only a few of them agree to fuck me,
in addition to the points I'll get from videotaping them naked, I should be
rolling in the points.

   After setting up his camera and tripod, Anthony walked the few blocks to
an all-night copy center, returning with a stack of "Model Release Forms."
Satisfied everything was in place, Anthony crashed onto the hotel bed and
fell quickly asleep, anxious for whatever the next day would bring.

   Chapter Three Wednesday

   A light knocking on the door roused Anthony from his slumber.  He
groaned, rolling over to glance at the hotel clock, seeing it was just
after eight o'clock.  What the fuck?  he wondered, jumping out of bed and
throwing on a pair of pajama bottoms.

   Anthony staggered to the door, ready to shoo away whatever maid was
coming by to clean his room this early in the day, but was unexpectedly met
by a trio of women.

   "Can I help you?" he asked, still shaking the cobwebs from his brain.

   "We're here for the modeling audition," one of the women spoke up. 
Looking more closely, Anthony thought it was very likely she was the mother
of the other two, and he stifled a grin as he realized the shock the older
woman could be in for when she realized just what kind of modeling her
"babies" were in for.

   "Uh...  come on in," he said, waving the women past him into the hotel
room.  "I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to quite get everything ready.  I
wasn't expecting anyone for another hour or so," Anthony apologized as he
quickly straightened the bed, kicking his clothes from the previous night
into a corner of the room.

   "That's fine," the mother shrugged as if didn't matter.

   "Well, let's start, shall we?" Anthony asked.  He grabbed two of the
forms from his pile and handed them to each of the younger women, motioning
to a jar full of pencils.

   "Are these really necessary?" the woman asked.

   "Oh yes," Anthony replied.  "I need to make sure everything is in order
before I do any interviewing."

   "Like what?" one of the younger girls asked.

   "Things like I need to know you're at least eighteen years old; I need
to see a driver's license and a birth certificate, things like that."

   "Oh."

   Anthony waited while the two girls quickly filled in their forms.  The
girls, while obviously sisters, couldn't have been more dissimilar.  The
taller of the two was a brunette, with long curly hair and brown eyes.  The
girl Anthony assumed was her sister was much shorter, and had been blessed,
or surgically enhanced, Anthony thought, with an enormous pair of breasts
which thrust proudly away from her chest.  He also noticed a pierced belly
button peaking out from the bottom of the shorter girl's torn off t-shirt.

   As the girls finished up their release forms, Anthony looked them over,
unable to stop himself from laughing as he read over their information.

   "Which one of you is Missy Bubbles?" he asked, smiling as the blonde
girl raised her hand.  "And that would make you Tiffany Wild?" he asked the
timid brunette.  She nodded curtly, blushing as Anthony once again laughed
before returning the papers to the surprised girls.

   "I'm afraid I'll need your real names," he said, raising a hand to stop
their protests.  "If we decide to hire you for one of our productions, you
can call yourselves whatever you want, but we have to have your given names
on file, for verification purposes.  Understand?  The girls nodded quickly
and Anthony moved to the camera, making small adjustments as the girls
scribbled away at the papers.

   "Done," said Missy.  She handed him both sets of forms, and Anthony
quickly looked them over.

   "Good," he said.  "Cynthia?  Which one of you is Cynthia?' he asked and
the blonde raised her hand.  "Okay, why don't we start with you.  I'll just
need a few minutes of footage for our files."

   "Do you want me naked?" the girl asked, surprising Anthony with her
directness.

   "If you're comfortable with it," he said.  "I don't want you to do
anything..."

   "Let's cut the crap, shall we?" the mother interjected.  "My girls know
damn well what they're here for, and what to expect.  If you want they'll
blow you.  They'll do girl-on-girl action, and you can fuck either one of
them, but they won't do anal.  Not without a contract."

   Anthony grinned at hearing the mother's words.  This is going to be
easier than I thought, he gloated silently.  One little advertisement in
the paper, and they come rolling out of the woodwork.

   "I'm sorry," Anthony improvised.  "There won't be any contracts given
out today.  This session is purely for me to gather information about the
girls.  Any offers will be made at a latter time and I have no control over
any final selections.  We do, however, need to see you naked, but nothing
more than that is expected of you," he finished, putting special emphasis
on expected.

   "I think I understand," the mother said, a knowing glint in her eye. 
She walked over to Cynthia and whispered a few words into her daughter's
ear.  Cynthia looked surprised at first, turning quickly to look at
Anthony, but finally she started nodding.

   "I'm ready for my close-up," she said as she sauntered toward the bed.
Cynthia was wearing high heels and stockings, accenting her shapely legs
which disappeared under a short mini-skirt.  Anthony quickly flipped the
camera on and began recording.

   While Anthony watched, the blonde girl swayed to unheard music, slowly
removing her clothes, teasing Anthony and the camera, until she stood in
front of the bed, naked except for her heels.  As the girl pivoted around
in a circle, giving Anthony an unobstructed view of her pussy and ass,
Anthony quickly adjusted the growing erection in his pants, hoping neither
of the other women noticed.

   "Very nice," he said, preparing to shut off the camera and begin with
the second girl, but Cynthia surprised him by laying back on the bed, her
legs spread wide, as she began touching herself.  Anthony risked a quick
glance to where mother and daughter sat watching Cynthia's show.  Instead
of any embarrassment, Anthony saw only arousal.  Cynthia's mother sat
there, her hand resting idly in her lap, but Anthony could see her cheeks
were flushed, and the two bullets of her nipples pressed out through the
thin cotton of her blouse.

   Cynthia's sister, on the other hand, was making no pretense as to her
excitement.  Anthony could see her hand rubbing furiously underneath her
skirt as she moaned softly.

   Anthony had to wonder just what kind of family this was, but turned his
attention back to the bed, where Cynthia had since positioned herself on
her hands and knees, the ripe cheeks of her ass facing the camera.

   "Is this how you want me?" she asked, her eyes looking directly into the
camera lens.  "Is this how you imagine me when you stroke your big fat
cock? Do you want to ram it into my tight pussy?  I want you to suck on my
titties and make me cum, I want to lick up all your sticky sperm." Cynthia
inserted two fingers into her cunt, thrusting wildly as her hips bucked
back and forth.  Unlike her sister, Cynthia didn't seem to actually be
aroused by her own performance, but he found himself hard in his slacks and
quickly sat back as Cynthia brought herself to a crashing orgasm.

   Or at least faked it well, Anthony thought.

   Cynthia quickly rose from the bed, walking naked back to the table where
her mother and sister sat.  She casually sat down, not bothering to cover
herself up while talking animatedly with her family.

   "That was great," Anthony said when he finally trusted his voice enough
to talk.  It had been hard to refrain from touching himself, but Anthony
wanted to maintain a semblance of propriety, and figured the last thing he
should do was whip open his pants and start beating his cock.

   "Is it Melissa's turn?" the mother abruptly asked.  She stood, pulling
the nervous brunette to her feet, and practically shoved the shy daughter
to the bed.  "Just do what we talked about," she hissed quietly.

   "Um...  I'm ready for my close-up too," Melissa stammered as she stood
awkwardly in front of the bed.  Anthony could see her fingers were
trembling as Melissa began unbuttoning the multitude of buttons on the
front of her blouse.  The girl made no pretense of acting for the camera,
instead she quickly removed her clothes before standing there, her hands at
her sides as Anthony panned the camera up and down her body.

   Even though he thought her nerves seemed to be getting the better of
her, Anthony found himself seriously attracted to this girl.  Her modesty
and quiet nature were part of it, but unlike Cynthia, Melissa seemed to be
all natural.  Almost in a trance Anthony reached down to reposition his
cock, and he watched as Melissa's eyes followed his hand, focusing on the
large bulge in his pants.

   Seeing his erection triggered something inside the shy girl, and she
quickly fell back onto the bed.  Unlike the more outgoing Cynthia, Melissa
seemed shy to be touching herself in front of a camera, but Anthony thought
her arousal was real.  After looking nervously at her mother and sister,
Melissa slowly reached down, and cupped her pussy, running a finger up and
down her hairy slit.  Her pubic area was covered with a thick mat of curly
brown hair, and Anthony could see wetness seeping out through the plump
lips of her pussy, as Cynthia stroked her sensitive flesh.

   Anthony could feel his cock pulsing in his pants as he watched Cynthia
quickly bring herself to the edge of a powerful orgasm.  He could smell the
scent of her arousal as the girl thrashed on the hotel bed, now oblivious
to any audience she may have had.  Once, her eyes snapped open and she
locked her gaze on Anthony as he continued staring as the girl masturbated
herself.

   "Shit," she squealed as a high pitched moan escaped her lips.  To
Anthony's surprise, Melissa was a squirter, and suddenly a stream of liquid
splashed out of the girl's pussy, coating her hands and leaving a puddle on
the bedspread.

   "Oh my God," Anthony whispered.  He could hear the liquid sounds now as
the girl trembled on the bed, her finger still thrusting in and out of her
sopping pussy.  She looked just like a fire hydrant erupting, Anthony
thought, wondering if there would possibly be any bonus points.

   As the girl's orgasm slowly dissipated, Melissa leaned back on her
elbows, looking into the camera.  Gone was the shy wallflower from but a
few moments earlier.  Melissa was a now an animal seductress, her eyes wild
with lust as she snaked her tongue out to lick the last of the pungent
juices from her fingers.

   "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, speaking directly into the camera
lens.  Anthony felt himself responding, almost as if had no control over
his body, as he walked slowly to the bed.

   "Cut!" yelled the girl's mother, and both Melissa and Anthony looked
guiltily to the older woman, now wearing a scowl on her face.  "That's
enough," she said.  "Don't you think."

   Anthony nodded quickly, helping Melissa to her feet and watching her
firm ass cheeks as the girl walked unsteadily back to the table.

   "I think we have some very good footage," Anthony said, blushing as the
girl's mother smirked.

   "I'm sure you do too," she said, handing him the girls' completed
paperwork and a business card with her name and phone number.

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Donnely," Anthony managed, his eyes darting back and
forth between the two sisters as they slowly dressed in front of him.

   "No problem," she said, turning to leave.  "Thanks for having us."

   Anthony sat on the edge of the bed as the three women gathered their
belongings and exited the hotel room.  He glanced over to check the time,
surprised to see that only an hour had passed.  I've still got time to take
a shower, Anthony realized, and quickly stripped out of his pajamas.  He
jumped into the shower, soaping himself roughly, trying to avoid touching
his still turgid erection.  If I so much as touch my cock I think I'm going
to blow immediately, he thought, and I can't have that.  I still have all
day to go.

   Anthony quickly rinsed and then dried himself off, hurriedly dressing
himself in a loose-fitting pair of slacks and a comfortable polo shirt. 
Realizing he still had thirty minutes, Anthony jumped in the elevator,
riding down to the lobby.  He ate in the hotel's restaurant, noticing any
number of pretty waitresses including his own, but found he had no
interest. As ten o'clock neared, Anthony laid down a few bills to pay for
his meal and returned to his room.

   This won't do, Anthony muttered as he stripped the now-stained bedding
from the bed.  I wonder if I can get a fresh set of sheets up here before
the next girl arrives, he wondered and quickly called down to the lobby.

   "Certainly, sir," the voice on the other end said.  "We'll send someone
right up." True to his word, it was only a few minutes before there was a
light knocking on the door.  Checking the room once for any signs of his
recent activities, Anthony opened the door, happy for once to see one of
the bell boys had brought two fresh sets of bedding for him.

   I don't know if I could have handled a woman, Anthony grinned.  I think
I would have felt obligated to fuck her.  He laughed, realizing how much
his life had changed in just a few days.

   Anthony had just finished changing the sheets when he heard a knock at
the door.  His watch said it was just a few minutes after ten o'clock.

   "Right on time," he said as he opened the door.

   *****

   The rest of the morning was a whirlwind of activity for Anthony.  For
two hours, he averaged a different girl every fifteen minutes.  This is
great!  Anthony thought, running over his new point total in his mind. 
It's not nearly as many points as actually fucking all the women, but I
don't think I could do that, he thought, glancing at the bulge his cock was
making in his slacks.

   Few of the women who came in after the sisters early in the morning were
nearly as exciting as Melissa or Cynthia, Anthony had to admit, and he half
regretted not making a bigger push to fuck either of the women.

   "That Melissa was a fine piece of ass," he thought, realizing only too
late that he had spoken the words out loud.

   "What?" asked Tina, the current girl.  She was spread-eagled on the bed,
a pink dildo protruding from her slippery cunt, and Anthony found himself
stroking his hard-on without any conscious thought.

   "I said...  I said this is a fine piece of ass," Anthony stumbled,
trying to cover his mistake.

   "Really?" the girl asked.  She thought her ass was too skinny and she
knew she would need a boob job if she wanted to make it in the business. 
"You think I'm hot?" The girl was surprised at Anthony's admission.  He
hadn't seemed all that interested in her when she had first walked into the
hotel room.  "I don't know...  I think I need bigger tits.  What do you
think?" she asked cupping her tits and showing off her less than impressive
cleavage.  "There's not much there," she admitted sadly.

   "Don't do anything," Anthony said.  After the first couple girls, he had
started making it a requirement to "check" each girl as she stripped on the
bed, claiming he needed to check their tits and pussies.  "For firmness and
wetness," he had said.  "We have to make sure you can properly lubricate
yourself," was his explanation, a lie many of the girls seemed to buy
without a second thought.

   "Why not?" Tina asked.  She knew lots of porn stars got boob jobs. 
"Everyone else has fake tits."

   "I hate fake boobs," Anthony said seriously.  "They just look...  fake.
Trust me, there's a huge market out there for girls who look as young as
you do."

   "Really?" the girl asked, and Anthony could see she was beginning to
become excited at the prospect of making it big.

   "Oh yeah," said Anthony as he sat down on the bed next to the girl.  He
glanced at the camera, grinning as he saw it was still recording.  "With
tits like these, every dirty old man is going to want to suck on them" he
said, tweaking the girl's enormous nipples.  His jaw had almost dropped
when Tina had initially removed her bra.  The bra's kind of pointless,
Anthony thought, although it does hide her nipples.  The girl had nipples
that when aroused, as she clearly was at the moment, stuck out from her
chest a full inch.

   "Oh, touch me like that," she hissed, as Anthony continued pulling at
the sensitive buds of flesh.  Unable to resist any longer, And why should
I? I've had a boner in my pants since breakfast!  Anthony leaned over and
caught the rubbery flesh between his lips, lashing out with his tongue and
sending the girl into spasms beneath him.

   Finally the girl wrenched herself away from Anthony, panting wildly as
she stared at the bulge in his slacks.

   "You like?" he asked the girl.

   "I like," she replied, a glint forming in her eye.  "Are you one of
those dirty old men who likes little girls?" she asked, pulling her loose
hair into two pigtails.  If I hadn't seen her driver's license I would have
sworn the girl was only thirteen, Anthony thought to himself.

   "I'm not that old," he protested mildly while Tina laughed.  She reached
out a hand, stroking up and down his chest, and Anthony trembled as her
fingers slid down his front, slipping past his erection to cup his balls.

   "Are your balls full of cum?" she asked, squeezing gently.

   "Yes," Anthony panted.

   "Are you going to fuck me?" Tina asked in her best little girl voice.

   "Yes."

   "Goody!" she squealed, suddenly throwing her slim body at Anthony and
smothering him with kisses.  "I promise to be a good girl," she said
seriously, her eyes wide.

   "Oh?  Have you been a bad girl?"

   "Sometimes," she said, slipping into a role Anthony didn't quite
understand.

   "How bad?"

   "I...  I looked through Mommy's dresser and found this," she answered,
pulling the slick dildo from her pussy and holding it under his nose. 
Suddenly Anthony understood and found his cock was even harder in his
slacks.

   Anthony started in surprise as he realized the girl was pretending he
was her father.  Holy shit, he thought.  This is almost too kinky.

   "What did Mommy say about that?" Anthony asked, deciding to see where
this ended.  I hope it ends up with me buried in her sweet pussy, he
thought.

   "She...  she said you should punish me," Tina answered timidly.

   "Hmm...  do you mean like grounding you?" Anthony asked.  "Maybe take
away your phone privileges?  The girl shook her head sadly.  "How did Mommy
say you should be punished?"

   "She said you should spank me," the girl whispered and Anthony thought
that if it wasn't for the flush spreading over her chest or the scent of
Tina's aroused pussy, he would have sworn she was actually frightened.

   "Do you think you deserve to be spanked?" he asked.  The girl nodded
sadly.  "Get up here," he said, gesturing to his lap.  "I think you're too
old to be getting spanked, but if you can't behave, then this is how it has
to be."

   "I know," the girl replied.  She climbed into his lap, squirming more
than Anthony thought was probably necessary just to position herself on his
lap.  But I'm not going to complain!

   "Is this how Mommy said to spank you?" he asked, flipping up her short
plaid skirt, the only piece of clothing the girl was wearing.

   "No," Tina groused, trying to suppress a smile.

   "How did Mommy say I should spank you?" Anthony asked.

   "You're supposed to spank me on my bare bottom," she said.

   "Are you going to take off your skirt, or should I?"

   "I don't want to be spanked on my bare bottom," the girl replied,
cringing in mock terror when Anthony suddenly stood up, throwing her onto
the bed.

   "I'll have to take it off then," he said, reaching out and grasping Tina
by her slim hips.  Anthony pulled her to the edge of the bed, easily
flipping the girl over to her stomach, before reaching out and jerking the
clothing down around her hips.

   She does have kind of a skinny butt, Anthony realized, as he stared at
the firm cheeks of her ass.  Tina, lost in her arousal, parted her legs
slightly, and Anthony could see the puffy lips of her pink pussy, already
slick with her juices, peeking out from between the girl's thighs.

   "I'm ready for you," Anthony said, sitting back down on the bed.  Tina
quietly got into his lap, presenting her bare bottom to him for her
punishment.

   "I promise to be good for you," Tina said slyly, and Anthony fought to
keep control of himself as the girl reached back, roughly kneading her hand
over his bulge.  With no warning, Anthony pulled his arm back and brought
his hand down sharply against the girl's firm ass.

   SLAP!

   "Ouch!" the girl shouted, turning to stare at Anthony.  "That hurt," she
said darkly.

   "You need to be punished," Anthony said, pulling his arm back for
another strike.

   SLAP!

   Anthony watched with interest as the pale white skin slowly turned a
bright pink where his hand had just struck the girls flesh.  He also noted
Tina, far from being terrified of the experience, was now slowly rocking
her hips in Anthony's lap, pushing her dripping sex against his leg.

   "Is that enough?" Anthony asked.  "Have you learned your lesson yet?"

   "I don't think so," the girl answered.  "I'll probably just do it
again."

   "You're being very bad, little girl.  What will it take before you learn
to behave?"

   "I...  I don't know, Daddy.  Maybe you need to spank me more."

   "Do you need to be spanked more," Anthony asked, making no pretense as
to what he really wanted.  His fingers had slipped down from the cool
cheeks of Tina's ass and were now playing with the soft wet lips of her
pussy.

   "I think I do," she answered, rolling her hips, trying to trap Anthony's
fingers inside her steaming pussy.  When she had come to the audition
today, she hadn't known what to expect, but the way this man kept looking
at her body had made her lose all control.  At the moment Tina wasn't sure
if there was anything she wouldn't do if Anthony asked her, and the fact
that she knew she was being filmed made the experience that much more
exciting.

   SLAP!

   Again Anthony brought his hand down on a muscular cheek, and he could
hear as Tina sighed beneath him.  The juices from Tina's wet pussy had long
since dripped down onto Anthony's slacks, and the insistent pressure
against his cock had Anthony ready to strip out of his clothes and impale
the girl on his prick.

   Instead, he pulled his hand back and once again brought it down firmly
on Tina's quivering backside.

   SLAP!

   SLAP!

   SLAP!

   No longer pausing to gauge Tina's reaction, Anthony began to quickly
pepper the girls legs and thighs with stinging blows, his erection pulsing
wildly as his "daughter" thrashed wildly in his lap.

   Finally he could stand it no longer, and pushed the girl away from him,
staring at the swollen lips of her sex as a crazed Tina reached out for
him. Pausing only long enough to unzip his slacks, Anthony pulled his
member free and dropped to the bed.

   "It's so big," Tina said, stroking the hot flesh.  "Will it fit in me?"
she asked, and Anthony paused, not sure if she was still in character. 
She's awfully tiny, he realized, his worries quickly alleviated as Tina
rolled him over onto his back and straddled his thighs.

   Anthony could feel the heat of Tina's pussy as she brushed her curls
over his thighs, reaching down to jack on his shaft.  She gave it a few
rough strokes before, with little warning, she plunged down, squealing as
the thick pole of flesh forced through her tight inner passage.

   "Oh fuck," she panted, rocking her hips back and forth as she adjusted
to his size.  Tina was no virgin, but she had never before been this
excited, and her passion had overridden any caution she might have
otherwise shown.

   "Baby, that's so good," Anthony moaned, reaching up to tweak the girl's
firm nipples.  She's so fucking tight, he thought, watching as with each
upstroke it seemed the girl almost turned inside out, as the walls of her
cunt clutched at his erection.  If she'd just shave her hair, this girl
could make millions.

   The intensity of the situation quickly became too much, and Anthony felt
himself rapidly approaching his orgasm, when suddenly the girl above him
seemed to go into convulsions.

   "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she chanted and Anthony watched in amazement
as Tina twitched and jerked as her orgasm hit.  Tina's cunt contracted
powerfully around his shaft, and Anthony groaned in pain as he imagined
himself forever stuck in the vice of the girl's pussy, before he let loose
with a growl as his semen shot from his engorged cock.

   Anthony collapsed back onto the bed when suddenly Tina jumped up off his
body, staring at him intently.

   "Well?" she asked.

   "Well, what?" he replied, wondering why the girl was suddenly all
business.

   "Was I good?  I was good, right?"

   "You were fabulous, honey.  I think Mommy will be pleased."

   "Screw that shit.  I just did that because every guy seems to want to be
my Daddy." Tina laughed at Anthony's shocked expression.  "You thought I
was serious?  Fuck off...  get a life.  I'm an actress, and I'm a damn good
one.  What did you think?"

   "Amazing," Anthony said and Tina grinned, her cheeks dimpling in
pleasure.

   "Thought so," she said smugly, reaching down to wipe her thighs as
Anthony's semen leaked from her pussy.  "So, you have my info.  You'll call
me about a part?" she asked.

   "I'll call," Anthony said, watching as Tina quickly dressed and was out
the door without another word.

   Holy shit, he thought.  I don't know if I can handle another five hours
of this!

   *****

   There was a lull around one o'clock, and Anthony watched as a pair of
sorority sisters walked down the hall after their audition.  This is almost
too easy, he realized.  The girls had been nervous when they first came in,
but it took only a few minutes prodding for Anthony to convince them their
odds would be that much greater if only the two would kiss.

   "Kiss her?" the first girl had exclaimed, looking at her roommate.

   "Sure," he had replied smoothly.  "Lots of girls do it, and make a ton
of money from lesbian scenes."

   "I'm not a lesbian," she said.

   "Me neither," the other girl had replied, but in the end the idea of
piles of money had won the day, and Anthony had watched as the two girls
shyly discovered how to please the other.

   As the two girls walked down the hall, Anthony grinned, wondering how
this event would change their lives.  Realizing he was nearly famished,
Anthony locked the door behind him and took the elevator downstairs to the
hotel's restaurant, this time for lunch.

   Once again he found himself with the same cute waitress as before.

   "Marnie," she said, reaching out to shake his hand.  "What brings you
around here?  You staying in one of the rooms or something?"

   "Yeah, for a couple nights," Anthony replied.

   "Business or pleasure?" she asked.

   "What?"

   "You here in town for business or pleasure?" she repeated.

   "Oh...  little bit of both," Anthony said.  It sure has been pleasurable
so far.

   "That's great," she said.  "You going to do any sight seeing?"

   "Nah, I'll probably end up staying in my room most of the time," Anthony
said, hoping the waitress didn't think too hard about what his business
might be.

   "Uh huh," was her only response, and thankfully Anthony found himself
alone as he ate his meal.  He briefly pondered trying to seduce his pretty
waitress, but thought better of it before hurrying back upstairs to his
room.

   *****

   The afternoon session was a blur, as woman after woman stripped down in
front of his camera, hoping Anthony could make them a star.

   "I don't think so," he repeated time and again, fending off the women's
desperate attempts to make him "feel good."

   "I just want you to remember me," whined one woman.

   "I'm sure I'll remember you," he had answered to the would-be actress,
who Anthony estimated weighed at least four hundred pounds.  He had been
amazed when she walked into the hotel room and calmly began removing her
blouse and pants.

   "What?" she had asked as Anthony had to fight to tear his eyes away from
her large form.

   "Nothing," he hastily replied.  "It's just...  I'm not sure..."

   "Ain't you ever heard of BBW?" she asked.

   "BBW?" he repeated.  What the hell's that?

   "Big Beautiful Women," the lady replied.  "We're the next big thing in
the adult industry," she claimed.

   That's an understatement.  You're already the next big thing.

   "Oh?" he said aloud.  "Really?"

   "Damn straight, sugar.  I'm surprised you didn't know that already.  I
suppose all you've had in here all day is a bunch of young skinny bitches,
right?  All skinny ribs and bony knees?  What you need is a good woman,
like me.  I'll give you something soft to push against, just you wait and
see."

   "I'm sure that's alright," Anthony had stammered, quickly stepping
behind the camera, but the woman refused to be dissuaded.

   "Come here, honey child," she said, motioning Anthony to her.  "Let
Bubbles take care of you.  What?" she said when Anthony began laughing.

   "Nothing," he said, trying hard to fight back tears.  "It's just...  I
had another girl in here this morning calling herself Bubbles, but if she
had seen...  those," he said, pointing to the enormous breasts hanging low
on the woman's chest.

   "She more like the song?" Bubbles asked.

   "What song?"

   "Tiny Bubbles," the lady cackled and Anthony watched, mesmerized as all
the flesh on the woman's body seemed to jiggle in unison with her laughter.

   "Right," he agreed, hoping to extricate himself from her grip and move
back behind the video camera.  I can't believe this is all getting
recorded, he thought.  This is one woman I don't want any credit for.  One
tape I won't mind if it gets accidentally erased.

   "Where you going?" the woman asked as Anthony tried to slip away.  "I
ain't done with you yet.  Sit down," she commanded, pushing Anthony back to
the bed.  "You just lay there and let me do all the work."

   Anthony watched in horrified fascination as this giant of a woman
climbed over him and stripped his pants and underwear down his legs,
clearly intending to ride his organ for her pleasure.  He watched as her
hand reached down and grabbed his prick, which was treacherously hard and
ready.  When did that happen?  he wondered.

   "Wait," he squeaked as Bubbles slipped her thigh over his body.  He felt
her wild tangle of pubic hair brush against his leg, and suddenly her hand
pulled him up and slipped him inside her fleshy cunt.

   "That's nice," she moaned as she began writhing on top of him.  God, I
hope she doesn't slip and crush me, he thought, but to his surprise Anthony
found himself powerfully aroused from the soft flesh as she pounded up and
down his cock and by the sight of her pendulous breasts swaying back and
forth.

   "Ugh..." he gasped as he found himself thrusting up against her. 
Anthony found he wasn't able to penetrate very far into the wetness that
was Bubbles' cunt, but the weight and pressure on his groin stimulated his
organ, and he felt himself close to the edge.

   "You close?" Bubbles asked, smiling as Anthony nodded, his mouth opened
wide.  Suddenly, and with more precision than Anthony would have thought
possible, given her frantic humping, Bubbles leaned down low and began
feeding her enormous nipple into his open mouth.

   Anthony reached out, cupping the enormous bags of flesh in his hands,
sighing as his lips and tongue moved over the rubbery tip of one smooth
tit.

   "That's it, baby," Bubbles moaned as Anthony sucked hard on her flesh.
"Suck me like that." Bubbles' movements became more and more erratic and
Anthony suddenly felt the head of his prick bathed in a flood of juices,
quickly spurting his own seed into his large lover's cunt.

   "Wow," he moaned as Bubbles slid off his body.  He felt numb all over as
he watched her dress, and was grateful when she paused at the door.

   "I can see I ain't your normal kind of woman," she said sadly.  "But if
you ever need someone like me, you be sure and remember Bubbles, okay?"

   "Okay," Anthony promised, making a mental note to shred her papers the
minute she was out of the room.

   *****

   To Anthony's surprise, a few men showed up during the afternoon session,
and he idly wondered if the copy in his original advertisement had
specified actresses or if it had simply said actors needed.

   "I'm sorry," he told the first man to show up, a thin Latino name Julio.
The man looked suspiciously at Anthony before turning to leave, but was
quickly followed by another man wishing to audition.

   Anthony tried to get rid of the man, but found the task difficult.

   "I just want to get my shot," the man said, standing defiantly in front
of the camera.  "I have a decent body and I know the women have always
liked my cock," he said.  "Just give me a few minutes, please."

   Does every man in America want to be a porn star?  Anthony wondered.  He
finally relented, hoping no women would stop by while Mark filled in his
paperwork or posed for the camera.  He stood by, watching as the man
quickly stripped off his shirt, looking one last time to Anthony for a sign
of approval.  Sighing in resignation, Anthony nodded slightly and the man
quickly dropped his pants, standing proudly before Anthony.

   "Well?" he asked.  "What do you think?"

   Anthony had to admit the man was an impressive specimen.  He had the
body of a professional athlete, lean and sculpted and Anthony knew the
women would love to run their hands up and down his muscular back.  His
cock was impressive too, Anthony noticed as it hung limply between his
legs. Even soft the man's muscle was a good six inches long, although
Anthony smiled as he remembered the old saying.  Good in the locker room,
bad in the bedroom, he thought, knowing his own prick appeared tiny until
the blood rushed in.

   "Fine," he answered, glancing through the viewfinder of the camera. 
Anthony had no intention of documenting this would-be actor, and in fact
was only pretending to record this encounter, but felt no need to alert the
earnest young man to this fact.

   "Great," the man replied and before Anthony knew what was happening the
man reached down and started stroking himself to an erection.  Anthony
choked back the urge to stop the man, trying not to watch as the tube of
flesh slowly inflated.  The man looked proudly at Anthony, who only nodded
his approval.  The old saying was wrong, he realized, at least in Mark's
case.

   "Impressive," he admitted, and it was the truth.  The pole jutting out
from the man's hairy nest of pubic hair had to be at least nine inches
long, and three or four inches around.  The man slowly stroked himself,
grinning as he looked at Anthony.

   "You like it?" he asked and Anthony nodded cautiously, hoping the man
wasn't going to start hitting on him.

   "It's fine," Anthony answered.  "I'm sure the ladies love it."

   "I've never had any complaints," the man said.  "From men or women."

   "Ah, yes.  Well...  that will certainly give you an...advantage in the
business, if you're willing to...  service both men and women," Anthony
stammered.  Why doesn't anybody else knock on the door?  he thought, his
mind beginning to panic.  I've got to get this guy out of here.

   Anthony froze in place, unable to move as Mark slowly made his way from
the bed until he was standing directly in front of the camera, his
monstrous erection pointing directly into Anthony's wavering gaze.

   "Want to try it?" the man asked, but Anthony was saved, Hallelujah!  as
both men heard a knock on the door, and Anthony quickly moved away from the
man and rushed to answer it.

   "Hi," he said softly, opening the door a crack to see who it was.  To
his relief, Anthony saw an older woman, old for porn at least, standing
nervously in the hallway.

   "Can I come in?" she asked, glancing once more down toward the
elevators.

   "Yes, please, come in," Anthony said, opening the door more to allow the
woman to slip inside.

   "I saw the note in the paper and...  oh!  I'm sorry," she said, blushing
as a naked man with an enormous cock came waltzing to her, his hand
extended in greeting.

   "Nice to meet you," he said.

   "Um...  this is Mark," Anthony stammered, watching as the woman's gaze
locked immediately on the impressive erection.

   "Hi," she said.  "I'm...  I'm...  just call me Bubbles," she managed.

   "That's fine," Anthony sighed.  "You're the third one today." Bubbles?
he wondered.  Can't we be a little more creative than Bubbles?

   "Oh.  I suppose you can call me...  Irene," she said.  No way that's her
real name either, Anthony guessed.  But what the hell.  She wants to be
Irene, she can be Irene.

   "Come to the bed with me?" Mark asked, still holding the woman's hand.
She resisted momentarily but allowed herself to be pulled further into the
room, giving the camera a quick glance before sitting down on the bed.  She
sat there primly, her hands in her lap while Mark stood above her, again
stroking his erection while the woman watched.

   "Well, what brings you in today?" he asked Irene, who shook her head
once and looked at Anthony in confusion.

   "What?  Oh...  I...  I saw the newspaper and...  my family is here on
vacation, and...  " the woman trailed off softly.

   "You just wanted to see if you could do it?" Anthony asked and the woman
nodded.  "Husband ignoring you at home?  Kids think their mom is an old
woman?" The woman nodded frantically.

   "Yes, that's it exactly.  My husband is always looking at younger women
and I just...  I needed to know if I was still desirable."

   "Trust me," Mark interrupted, waving his cock in the woman's face. 
"Does this look like you're not desirable?  I think you're fucking hot."

   "Thank you," the woman blushed, abruptly standing to leave.  "I should
go," she said.

   "Hey, where you going?" Mark asked.  "I thought you might want to..."

   "Oh my," the woman said, eyes wide as she realized what the man was
suggesting.

   "I do need to get some footage of you on tape," Anthony offered, holding
his breath as Irene paused, torn between the bed and the freedom the door
afforded, before slowly returning to the room.

   "What the hell," she trilled.  "Might as well go all the way with this."

   "Fucking right," Mark blurted.  He dropped to the bed, watching in rapt
attention as Irene shyly unbuckled her belt, allowing the sides of the
dress she was wearing to fall away.

   Anthony sucked in a breath, frantically reaching for the "record" button
on the camera, as the woman's body came into view.  She's stunning, he
thought.  If her husband's ignoring this, he's an idiot.

   "More?" the woman asked, and both Anthony and Mark grinned as they
voiced their approval.  "Okay, here goes," Irene sighed, clearly expecting
the two men to stop her at any moment.  She reached behind unsnapping the
clasp of her bra and slowly allowed the cups to fall into her hands.  Her
large breasts were soft white, tipped with pale pink nipples and before the
woman knew what was happening, Mark had reached his hands out and around
her body, covering the soft cones of flesh.

   "You're hot," he said as he softly squeezed the pliant tits and Irene
moaned as his fingers teased her nipples.  Her husband was a bastard, she
realized, allowing herself to fall into the role she had chosen for herself
this afternoon.

   "I like your penis," she said as her eyes once again darted to the pole
of flesh in the man's lap.  Her husband Roger had nothing like this, and
she worried it would be too big.  A thrill ran through Irene's body as she
realized she wanted this stranger to fuck her in another man's hotel room.

   "It's a cock," the man corrected.  "Penises are something limp-dicked
men like your husband has.  Understand?"

   Irene's head bobbed up and down.  She did understand, and fought the
urge to laugh as she thought of her husband and two children.  Their boys
had wanted to see dinosaurs, so Roger had taken them to the science museum
on the lake, but she had begged off, claiming illness.  Well, she did feel
warm, she realized.

   "I like your cock," Irene said, relishing the word as it rolled off her
tongue.  Cock was so much better than penis, she realized.  She reached out
a hand, gasping as she first felt the hot poker of flesh.  It felt massive
in her hand, and Irene could feel her juices start flowing and her nipples
pucker as she began stroking the turgid flesh.

   "Lick it," Mark gasped, his hands busily manipulating the woman's
breasts.  Roger always wanted her to lick his penis, but she had always
thought the idea was gross.  But looking at Mark's cock, she realized she
wanted nothing more than to suck his prick into her mouth.

   Anthony watched as the scene unfolded on the hotel bed.  The woman was
clearly nervous or very inexperienced but the combination of Mark's
impressive prick and Anthony watching from the foot of the bed seemed to
have Irene turned on.

   Anthony watched impassively as Irene slowly covered the tip of Mark's
cock with her lips.  Slowly she descended down his length, stopping only
when the thick shaft became more than she could handle.  Just as slowly the
woman backed away, suctioning her lips around the head as her hand wrapped
around his pole.

   To his surprise, Irene turned to where Anthony was sitting, fire in her
eyes as she saw his bulge protruding through his slacks.

   "Come over here and eat my pussy," she moaned.

   Quickly he complied, kneeling down on the floor and pulling aside the
flimsy panties that covered her wet mound.  He flicked out a tongue,
tasting the woman's juices, before burying his face between her spread
thighs, licking at her fat pussy lips and teasing the bud of her asshole
with his tongue.

   "Oh fuck," she moaned, her cries muffled from a mouthful of cock.  "That
feels so good!"

   Anthony paused momentarily, glancing up to where Irene was now
insistently bobbing her head up and down the thick shaft of Mark's cock. 
The man had his head thrown back in ecstasy and was spasmodically thrusting
his hips up to meet Irene's sucking mouth.

   Anthony wasn't idle for long however, as he returned to the task in
front of him.  Irene's pussy beckoned him, and with one last glance to the
camera, he stood, quickly dropping his pants.  Irene gave a moan of
frustration as his tongue and fingers left her heated pussy, but they
quickly turned to moans of passion as she saw his cock was freed.

   "Oh yes," she hissed.  "I want someone to fuck me."

   Irene rolled over, laying on her back with her legs splayed wide.  Her
nipples were standing up straight with excitement as Mark and Anthony both
leaned over her body, each taking a tit in his mouth.  As they nibbled and
sucked on her breasts, Irene moaned encouragements at them.  Irene was at
first content to let them feast on her sensitive nipples, but eventually
she needed more.

   "I think I want the two of you to fuck me now," she said, standing while
Mark took her place on the bed.

   When he was settled, Irene straddled his waist.  Irene took Mark's cock
and guided it into her pussy as she lowered herself.  With every inch that
impaled her, she moaned and gasped loudly, surprised once more at the
different sensations she was receiving compared to her husband's poor
excuse for a penis.  Finally, Mark's entire cock was embedded in her tight
pussy.

   As Irene began riding Mark's cock, Anthony stepped away from the bed,
returning a few moments later, stroking his cock and holding a small bottle
of skin cream in his hand.  Anthony climbed onto the bed behind Irene and
spread her ass-cheeks apart.  She has such a great ass, he thought.  I have
to fuck it.

   Irene gasped loudly as she felt Anthony poke the tip of his cock against
the tight rosebud of her asshole.

   "Go slow," she panted, pushing back against his prick.  "I've never had
anything up my butt before." She stopped riding Mark's cock momentarily to
let Anthony fill her ass.  "God!  I feel so full," she panted.  "Fuck me
with that big cock of yours."

   Anthony did as she requested.  He slid forward, amazed as his cock slid
easily all the way into her ass.  She screamed as she felt her tight rear
passage filled with his cock, but soon started riding the two cocks with
enthusiasm, her screams turning into moans of ecstasy.

   "God!  Oh, God!" she panted, thrusting wildly against the double
invaders in her pussy and ass.  "I'm going to cum.  I'm going to cum."
Anthony reached down to fondle her tits, finding Mark's mouth already
attached to a nipple.  Anthony felt the change as Irene's stomach tightened
and her back arched as her orgasm exploded strongly inside her.  She almost
collapsed from the intensity, but she managed to keep riding the men's
cocks.

   The feeling of Irene's orgasm through the thin walls of her ass had
excited Anthony so much that he knew his own orgasm would soon be upon him.
The friction and added sensations he felt from Mark's cock, sliding in and
out of Irene's cunt only inflamed him, and he suddenly felt his cock spurt
wildly, coating her ass with his semen.

   This triggered Mark's own orgasm, and Anthony groaned as he felt the
other man's cock jerking as he too released his seed.  The three of them
collapsed on each other, Mark and Anthony still inside Irene.

   Mark finally asked, "Was that as good for you as it sounded?"

   "Oh, yes," answered an exhausted Irene.  "You guys are great, but I have
to go.  My husband and kids will be back soon."

   "What?" Anthony asked, having forgotten for the moment that the woman
sandwiched between himself and Mark was married to another.  He slowly
pulled himself out of her ass, grimacing as he saw traces of blood and
other debris coating his prick.

   "That was awesome," said Mark as Irene climbed off his lap.  "We should
do this again sometime," he suggested.

   "Oh no," Irene said.  "This can't happen again.  I...  would it be okay
if I took the video with me?" she asked Anthony.

   "I have to keep it," he said, raising his hand as Irene began
protesting. "But I promise I won't sell it, and if other people see it,
it's only because Mark needed an audition tape.  I'll blur out your face.
Trust me," he joked.  "No one from your church choir will know what
happened today."

   "Thank God!" Irene blurted, breathing a sigh of relief.  "What the
people would say if they knew the pastor's wife was..." Irene's voice
trailed off as she realized what she had said.

   "Don't worry," Anthony chuckled.  "Your secret's safe with me.  Give the
reverend my regards, will you?"

   Irene blushed and nodded as she quickly dressed, and before anything
more was said, she had slipped out the door.

   "That was awesome," Mark said.  "You want to give my ass a try too?" he
asked Anthony, who quickly shook his head.

   "Uh...  no thanks.  Once is enough for me," he said.  "I think that's
about all for me today," he apologized, trying to get rid of the young man.
"Thanks for stopping by."

   "I get it," said Mark.  He shrugged, rising from the bed and began
dressing.  "We're done, I guess?  Just promise me you'll give me a call,
okay?"

   Anthony agreed he would, and sighed with relief as Mark finally headed
out the door.

   *****

   "So how was your day?"

   Anthony looked up from his hamburger, startled out of his reverie.

   "You," he said, smiling as the same waitress from earlier walked up to
his table.  "Tell me Marnie, what kind of shifts do they have you working
here?" he asked.

   "I just got off," she answered.  "How about yourself?"

   Oh, I just got off, Anthony smiled.

   "Fine," he answered out loud.  "Sit?"

   "Thanks," the girl answered.  "So what's been going on up in your room
all day?" she asked, grinning at Anthony's expression.  "And don't tell me
you were just hanging out," she laughed.  "I know something's been going
on." She looked at him carefully.  "You selling drugs?"

   "Drugs?  What?  No," Anthony sputtered.  "Why would you think that?"

   "It's been pretty slow in the restaurant all day, and I've been watching
a stream of women come in and ask for Anthony Martin's room, so what
gives?"

   "Anthony Martin?  What makes you think that's me?" he asked, looking
around nervously.  Anthony was sure it was against hotel policy to be
filming such as he was, and had previously been thankful none of his
neighbors had thought to complain.

   "Your credit card slip from lunch?" Marnie said, reaching into her
pocket and pulling out a wad of receipts.  "Look familiar?"

   "Oh shit," Anthony mumbled, looking at his signature.

   "So what is it then?" the waitress asked.  "You shooting porn videos up
there?" She laughed as Anthony's jaw dropped, a look of amazement on his
face.

   "How?  What?  How..."

   "I see it every so often," Marnie answered, waving her hand.  "It's
okay. Just didn't figure you for the kind of guy."

   "What kind of guy?" Anthony asked.

   "The porn kind.  Most of the guys we see around here are kind of scary.
Big and fat usually." Marnie shuddered at the memory.  "You on the other
hand..."

   "What about me?"

   "You're nice.  You're more...  my type," she answered, looking over her
water glass to gauge his reaction.

   "Really?" he asked, looking at Marnie in a new light.  What are you
doing?  his brain screamed at him.  Haven't you had enough sex yet today?
Never, he answered himself.  Can't ever have too many points.

   "What are you thinking?" Marnie asked, looking into his eyes.

   "I...  I was wondering..."

   "Yes?"

   "Have you ever thought about being in the movies?" Anthony's heart
stopped beating while he waited for her response.

   "I think I might have," she answered.  "Show me your room?"

   Anthony jumped up and threw a few bills on the table, his appetite gone
as he followed the curvy waitress out of the restaurant.  She sprinted to
the elevator, pausing to give Anthony a "try-to-keep-up" look as he hurried
to catch up.

   "What room?" she asked, holding the door open.

   Anthony punched the button for the fourth floor, watching in amazement
as the girl reached up under her skirt and skimmed her panties down her
legs.

   "This is just an appetizer," she said, holding the damp piece of cloth
under his nose.  Anthony inhaled deeply, the woman's scent strong in his
nostrils, and he found that his cock was suddenly hard.

   "I can't wait for the main course," he growled as the elevator came to a
stop.  He pushed the giggling waitress past an elderly couple and down the
hall to his room.

   *****

   I'm going to have to slow down sometime, Anthony thought as he lay back
on the bed.  Marnie had proved a willing and eager actress, and the two of
them had not tired until late in the evening, when she begged off, saying
her boyfriend would miss her if she got back too late.

   "You have a boyfriend?" Anthony had asked.

   "Uh huh, but he won't mind.  I think he'll be excited."

   "You're going to tell him?"

   "Sure.  He likes hearing about all the other guys I fuck.  I think it
gets him off.  When he hears about this, he'll freak out.  I probably won't
be able to walk for a week," she said dreamily as she pulled her uniform
back over her now naked breasts.  Anthony could still see where his sperm
was leaking down Marnie's leg, but she had refused to clean herself off. 
"Oh no," she said.  "My boyfriend gets to do that.  He has the best
tongue."

   "I...  I had a good time," Anthony managed as the girl opened his hotel
room door.

   "Stop it," she teased.  "I don't want you getting all maudlin on me. 
This was fun, and I enjoyed it, but it didn't mean anything.  Consider
yourself lucky you get to keep the tape," she said.  Anthony grimaced as he
heard her laughter float down the hallway as she left the room.  I didn't
know she saw me turn on the camera, he thought.

   As he lay in bed that evening, Anthony tried to figure his points.  If a
girl goes down on her friend, and then goes down on her other friend, is
that two or three sets of oral sex points?

   Anthony finally gave up, instead sending an email to his mysterious
benefactor detailing the events of the day.  Let him figure out the fucking
points, he thought, and rolled over to sleep.

   Chapter Four Thursday

   "Oh my God, it's huge," Anthony heard as he slowly slipped into
consciousness.

   "Quiet," a second voice answered.  "You'll wake him up."

   Anthony fought the urge to scream in surprise as he felt something wet
and warm drop down onto his cock before he realized a pair of lips was now
gently sucking on his soft prick.

   "It's getting bigger," the first voice answered and Anthony realized the
voice belonged to the girl who had seconds before been sucking his cock.

   "Of course it is," the second voice answered.  It was a voice Anthony
recognized, but for the life of him was unable to place.  "Keep licking at
it, he likes when you lick the bottom of his head," the voice stated
confidently and suddenly Anthony felt the first girl's tongue begin lashing
over the sensitive underside of his prick.

   "I think he's awake," a voice said and Anthony realized it was a third
person.

   Anthony felt the bed shift and suddenly felt warm breath against his
cheek as whichever girl this was checked his breathing, which Anthony
fought to keep even and slow.

   "I don't think he is," she declared.  "His eyeballs were moving all
around under his eyelids, but I think he's probably just dreaming."

   "I bet it's a good dream," Anthony heard a voice say, followed by a
chorus of giggles.  How many people are in the room right now?  Anthony
wondered.  He had heard at least four distinct voices, and some of the
quiet laughter he had heard came from different parts of the room.

   Anthony wanted to slowly "wake up" from his feigned sleep, but didn't
know how to go about it without frightening everyone around him. 
Thankfully the solution presented itself when a sharp pain shot through his
groin as the girl's teeth raked over his cock.

   "Fuck!  What was that?" Anthony screamed as he jerked upright in bed. 
Or tried to sit up, only to find his arms had been tied to the bedposts. 
He was helpless.

   "Shit!" Anthony heard a whispered curse, but instead of the chorus of
feet he expected, there was only silence.

   "Who's there?" he asked.  Anthony slowly opened his eyes, but realized
that in addition to being tied up, a cloth of some kind was covering his
eyes, and he was blind to the world.

   "It's me," a voice replied.

   "Who are you?" he asked cautiously, wondering what the mystery woman
wanted.

   "Bubbles.  From yesterday." Great, Anthony thought.  That really narrows
it down.  How many Bubbles did I see yesterday?  Four?  Five?

   "Which Bubbles?" he asked cautiously.

   "The one that sucked your cock," the voice answered, followed by another
chorus of giggles.  Obviously Bubbles had brought her friends along this
time, and Anthony wondered how they had gotten in.  Had he left the door
unlocked, or had the waitress from the night before, Marnie, somehow
managed to get a key?

   "What's going on?" Anthony asked as he felt a pair of lips slide down
his now erect cock.

   "I wanted to show you off to my friends," the voice in his ear answered.
"They really wanted to meet you.  You don't mind, do you?" she asked
teasingly, her tongue slipping into Anthony's ear.  He quivered at the
sensation, but quickly shook his head.

   "I don't mind," he replied.  "Do your friends want to be actresses too?"

   "You mean you want to video this, right?" the girl laughed.

   "Well, you want to audition, don't you?"

   "They just want to lick your pecker," the voice answered.

   "I want to suck his hot dog." a girl said.

   "I'm going to lick his popsicle," another voice replied.

   "Is it okay if I just give him a blowjob?" someone wisecracked and the
entire room burst into laughter.

   "How many of you are there?" Anthony asked nervously.  "I don't think I
can last long enough for all of you to...  try me out," he said.

   "That's not a problem," the voice Anthony now associated with "Bubbles"
answered.  "Some of us want to ride your tongue.  You eat pussy great."

   Who was this?  For the life of him, Anthony couldn't figure it out, and
that sort of came as a surprise to him.  I suppose this is what it feels
like to be nothing more than a piece of meat, he thought.

   "Climb on, I guess, whoever you are," Anthony sighed.  "But why am I
blindfolded?" he asked.

   "We don't want you to know who we are," the voice answered.

   "Why not?  I won't tell anyone."

   "Because some of us don't want you to know who's sucking your cock," a
voice answered, and Anthony froze as he realized the voice belonged to a
man.

   "Me either," another man answered, and Anthony began to panic.

   "I'm not gay," he answered, struggling to free himself, but it was no
use.  He was tied up too tightly to escape.

   "I'm not either," one of the men responded, "but that doesn't mean I'm
not curious."

   "We figured this was a good way to practice," one of the girls said. 
"We'd do anything for our fraternity brothers."

   "Shit.  Go ahead, I guess.  Just one thing...  don't tell me anything,
okay?  Just do it."

   The next hour was torture for Anthony, although it was a pleasurable
torture he quickly realized.  One mouth felt pretty much the same to him,
as person after person slowly licked up and down the length of his
erection. Anthony sighed with relief as he found himself unable to
differentiate between the guys and girls, and was grateful that none of the
men wanted him to suck their cocks.

   Probably afraid I'd try to bite of their pricks, he fumed silently.

   The girls, on the other hand, seemed more than eager to feel his tongue
against their pussies, and Anthony lost track of the number of women he
brought to orgasm with his tongue.  As the last of the girls quivered above
him, once more flooding his face with juices as her orgasm rushed through
her, Anthony felt a powerful suction on his shaft and another pair of lips
on his balls.

   Anthony screamed in surprise as a finger forced its way past his anal
sphincter and began teasing his prostate and much sooner than he would have
thought possible, felt the cum rush out of his balls and into whichever
mouth was waiting to accept his sticky mess.

   "Holy fuck," he panted as an unknown number of hands wiped the sweat
from his body.  He felt a pair of hands loosen his bonds, but was warned
not to get up for a few minutes.

   "Just let us get out of here first," Bubbles whispered in his ear.

   Anthony could hear the group quietly shuffling around the room,
gathering up whatever they had brought with him, and suddenly the door
slammed and the room was once again quiet.

   Cautiously Anthony tested his arms, finding that a gentle tug was all it
took to free first one, then the other arm.  He rubbed his muscles trying
to get his circulation going once more, and tore what turned out to be a
hand towel from over his eyes.

   Anthony was surprised to realize that if he hadn't just lived through
the experience, he would have had no idea that anything had just occurred
in his hotel room.  Nothing seemed to be out of place, there were no
obvious signs of the group of people, and for a moment Anthony wondered if
he had dreamed the entire episode.

   Impossible, he laughed, looking at the lipstick marks covering his legs
and thighs.  The smell of pussy and a myriad of stains on the bedspread
also told of another story.

   To his relief, the video camera and his growing pile of tapes seemed to
be in order, and Anthony collapsed back onto the bed, after making sure the
door was latched tight and the dead bolt thrown.

   That's not going to happen again, he thought to himself.  A quick glance
at the clock showed it was just after four in the morning, and Anthony
rolled over, trying to squeeze as much sleep as possible from the remaining
hours before the sun came up.

   *****

   Anthony woke as the first ray of sunlight shone into his room, groaning
as he stretched, his stiff muscles a none-too-subtle reminder of his early
morning encounter.

   After eating a quick breakfast, Anthony left the hotel and headed to his
next destination.  He was half way to Des Moines, and had just reached the
end of the toll roads and turned onto Interstate 80, when his cell phone
began to ring.

   "Hello?" he said cautiously.

   "Anthony!" the old man's voice crackled into his ear.  "Having fun are
we?" he asked.

   "I suppose.  Have you been getting my point totals?" he asked.

   "Certainly, certainly, although that is why I called."

   "I've followed the rules, I walked to the restaurant and I haven't
stopped for gas, so what did I do this time?" Anthony asked, worried he
might face another delay.

   "Oh, nothing of the kind.  You seem to have omitted a few points is all,
and I wanted to let you know not to worry about them."

   "What points?" Anthony asked, sure he had submitted everything the
previous evening after Marnie had left his room.

   "The points from this morning, boy!" the old man laughed, and Anthony
felt a knot grow in his stomach.  Is this guy everywhere?  he wondered
again.  How does he know all this stuff?

   "This morning?" he finally managed to choke out and the old man once
more laughed.

   "Does the name Bubbles ring any bells?" the man laughed, and Anthony
gasped.

   "Bubbles?"

   "Yes, and her friends?  I hope you had a good time," the man said.

   "What?"

   "You didn't?  She swore she would make sure you enjoyed yourself. 
Should I let her know she failed?"

   "What?  How..."

   "Come now, my boy.  Sometimes I have to push you fellows along.  Not to
say you weren't doing the best job you could, and in fact your idea of a
movie producer was just grand, but to tell you the truth you're falling a
bit behind the others, and I thought you needed a prod in the right
direction."

   "I'm losing?" Anthony asked, seeing his dreams of winning the million
dollar prize evaporate before his eyes.

   "Well, you could be doing better.  Let's leave it at that, shall we?"

   "But I'm doing the best I can," Anthony blurted.  "How can you expect me
to do any more?" he asked.

   "Come now...  certainly you've heard of Wilt Chamberlin, and his
outrageous claim of sleeping with twenty thousand women?"

   "Sure, but I never believed it," Anthony said.

   "And you shouldn't.  It was a bald-faced lie," the old man replied. 
"And yet, it wasn't all that far from the truth."

   "What?"

   "You don't think he did that all by himself, do you?" the old man said
gleefully.  "Trust me, he had some help.  I've been running this contest
longer than you've been around.  Almost had to cancel the competition after
old Wilt got through destroying the ladies.  Too much publicity if you ask
me, going around bragging about it.  Had to stop using athletes too, after
that.  Too easy.  Better if the participants are all unknowns, such as
yourself."

   "Who are you?' Anthony asked, curious and frightened by the information
the old man had just told him.

   "What's that?" the man replied.

   "Who are you?"

   "Ha!  Good try, but you'll have to do better than that.  I am the... 
how shall I put it...  unnamed benefactor, the mysterious man in the
shadows."

   "But I need to know," Anthony insisted.

   "Then I'm afraid you shall go to bed disappointed," the old man replied
gleefully.  "You should get used to that, I suppose." The man cackled once
more and suddenly the phone was dead.

   "Fuck!" Anthony screamed.  He threw the cell phone across the cab of the
Winnebago in disgust, watching happily as it smashed into dozens of pieces
against the far door.

   That'll teach him, Anthony thought.  Realizing he was hungry, Anthony
decided to pull over to the side of the road and throw together a couple
sandwiches.  Climbing back into the driver's seat, he looked at the
dashboard clock.  It was just after noon, and Des Moines was only three
hours away.

   *****

   Anthony pulled into the capital city of Iowa a little after three in the
afternoon and was amazed at the differences he saw.  Anthony had relatives
in Iowa and it hadn't been uncommon when he was younger for his family to
take a summer vacation to visit.

   That had been twenty years earlier, and as Anthony curled around the
city he was surprised that what had once been open cornfields had
transformed into strip malls and hotels.

   And what the hell is up with all this traffic?  Anthony wondered, as the
interstate came to an abrupt standstill.  The extra height from the
Winnebago allowed Anthony to see over the crowd, and he realized that what
he had first thought to be the results of an accident was actually state
fair traffic.

   Our state fair is a great state fair, he sang to himself.  Craning his
neck around, Anthony saw his opportunity and pulled the cumbersome vehicle
into a small opening in the next lane over.  What the hell, he thought.  I
might as well see if I can pick up any country-raised, corn-fed girls at
the fair.

   After paying his parking fee, Anthony walked along with what appeared to
be half the state's population down the wide boulevard of the state fair.
It was nothing like he'd remembered from growing up, although the enormous
lot full of campers was still there, as was the cow made entirely of
butter, but unlike what Anthony had grown up with, the fair now seemed to
have been entirely commercialized.

   This sucks, he thought as thousands of people milled about, almost
crushing in their intensity and desire to get to...  wherever they were
currently were not.

   Anthony's head spun and he had almost decided to give up on his state
fair plans when he felt a tugging on his shirtsleeve.  He turned and found
himself staring into the deep blue eyes of one of the workers.

   "Wanna buy a souvenir booklet?" the pretty girl asked him.  He glanced
down to check her name tag, momentarily distracted by the swelling of the
girl's breasts underneath her tight green state fair shirt.

   "What?" he asked, feeling foolish as he saw the girl had caught his gaze
and was staring intently at him, her chest thrust proudly forward.

   "I asked if you wanted to buy a souvenir booklet," she repeated,
enjoying as the stranger had a difficult time meeting her gaze.

   "How much?" Anthony finally asked, tearing his eyes away from the girl's
pert tits.

   "Depends," the teasing girl said.

   "On what?" he asked.

   "On what you've got in your pants," she said, sliding her firm body
against his.

   "What?"

   "I mean, on what you have in your wallet," the girl giggled.

   "Oh, right."

   "Because the souvenir booklets are really just fund raisers for the
dairy association," the girl continued, pretending to ignore the man's
heated gaze.  "So we'll take whatever you have to give us," she said.

   "The dairy association?" Anthony asked, nearly undone by the girl's
forward manner.

   "Uh huh," she said, tilting her head up to whisper in his ear.  "It's
really all about producing the best cream we can," she giggled.  Her hand
reached out and Anthony felt the back of her wrist bump against the front
of his slacks.  "Do you think you can help?"

   "With what again?"

   "The cream," she teased, and Anthony groaned as the girl pressed her
pussy mound, covered only by a pair of khaki shorts, against his thigh.

   "I think I can help you out there," he said.  "Where did you want to
go?' he asked.

   "I don't care," the girl replied as she put down the stack of programs.
Anthony watched as the girl, who he now estimated to be of college age,
whipped off her state fair visor and shook her head, releasing her long
blond hair, which cascaded around her head in a golden halo.

   "Are you done working?" he asked, nervous about a supervisor out looking
for one of his workers.

   "Oh, I'm just volunteering so I can get off at any time," she said. 
"Are you ready for me to get off right now?" she asked.

   "Yes," Anthony gulped.

   Quickly, before anyone noticed the girl's absence, Anthony grabbed her
by the hand and the two of them ran off to the parking lot.

   "Nice camper," the girl said, admiring the shiny Winnebago.  "It's
really big."

   "Yes it is," Anthony replied, wondering exactly what she was talking
about as he watched her eyes drop to his crotch.

   "Is it really big inside?" she asked.  "I was hoping you'd let me take a
shower."

   "Are you all dirty?" Anthony asked, grinning as the girl climbed the
stairs, her ass cheeks sliding deliciously against one another beneath her
shorts.

   "I'm always dirty," she replied, grinning over her shoulder.  "But now I
want to get wet."

   "Be my guest," Anthony gasped, watching as the girl nonchalantly
stripped out of her shirt.  He quickly closed the door before anyone could
see, and stood watching as the girl massaged her pert breasts.

   "I hate wearing a bra," she told Anthony as she slipped out of her
shorts, standing before him completely naked.

   "Panties too?" he asked.  Her bush was a dark brown, and Anthony was
only mildly disappointed to find out the girl was not a natural blonde.

   "I hate panties," she answered as she spun around.  "Where's the
shower?" Anthony pointed to the tiny cubicle, sighing as the girl bent down
in front of him.  Her actions spread her ass cheeks wide, presenting the
pink slit of her labia to his view.  Anthony could see the girl was already
leaking fluids, and swiped his fingers against the soft down-covered fur of
her pussy.

   "Do you need help?" Anthony asked, overjoyed as the girl nodded slyly.

   "I have a few hard to reach places.  Do you think you could make sure I
get really clean?" she asked.

   Anthony nodded and quickly pulled off his own clothes, thankful for the
appreciative glance he received in return.  He started to follow the girl
into the shower but paused as she put her hand on his chest.

   "Why don't you get some towels," she said sweetly.  "Then you can be
sure and scrub me real good."

   "Okay," Anthony said, and walked quickly to the cupboard to retrieve two
of the fluffy towels he had purchased two days earlier.

   He walked into the shower area just in time to hear the water go on,
seeing the girl was already in the shower.  Anthony felt his cock giving a
little burst of lust as he watched her naked form through the frosted glass
of the shower stall.

   His cock began to throb with anticipation as he opened the shower door,
pausing to look in.  The girl was staring up into the waterstream, and her
long golden hair hung down over her shoulders.  The firm slope of her ass
was lifted high and Anthony groaned as he watched a rivulet of water drain
between the two cheeks.  The girl turned quickly and saw Anthony watching
her, smiling through the steam and lifted her finger, beckoning him into
the shower with her.

   Anthony stood there for a moment, his hard-on jutting away from his
body. The girl was rubbing shampoo into her hair, and the lathering motion
was causing her tits to jiggle delightfully on her chest.  Anthony took one
last deep breath and joined her.

   "Mmm, finally ..." she sighed.  "I wondered what was keeping you." The
girl's hand slid down his erect pole and Anthony grunted as she took hold
of his cock, slowly jacking on the thick shaft.

   He held back as the girl stroked at his cock, when suddenly she reached
up with her mouth, kissing him forcefully on the lips.  Her lips parted,
and her tongue slipped inside his mouth, thrusting in and out against his
lips.  She nibbled at Anthony's lower lip and bit down lightly on his
tongue, causing Anthony to moan into her mouth.

   "Your cock feels so good ...  will you fuck me with it?" she asked, her
eyes bright with excitement.

   "In the shower?" he asked and she nodded.  "I'll do anything you want,
but wouldn't the bed be more comfortable?" he asked, remembering the video
camera packed away in his bedroom.

   "That sounds good," she sighed.  "Dry off and get in there.  I'll be
right in."

   Anthony nodded and the girl kissed him once more.  Her tongue trailed a
wet line along his lips, and Anthony had to fight to pull himself away.  He
got out of the shower and watched her gorgeous body as she rinsed herself
off, his cock throbbing at the delicious sight.

   Anthony quickly dried himself off and walked naked to the bedroom at the
rear of the camper, checking to see that the camera was indeed positioned
and ready before he climbed into bed.

   The girl came into the room wrapped in a towel and nothing else.  Her
hair was still damp from the shower, although it appeared she'd toweled it
off in the bathroom.  Anthony smiled as he saw the girl had attempted to
cover the rest of her body with one of the towels, moaning as he saw her
furry pussy peeking out from the bottom of the towel.

   The girl's eyes were big and Anthony watched as she licked her lips in
anticipation.  The girl suddenly let the towel drop to the floor and stood
there stark naked, grinning wickedly as Anthony's eyes roamed over her nude
form.

   "Come here," he croaked, reaching out a hand as the girl slipped into
his bed.

   "Oh God," she moaned as her hand captured his cock.  "I've been wanting
to get fucked all day, and then you came along and I just couldn't help
myself." The girl grinned lustily up at Anthony's face before dipping her
head and running her tongue along the bulbous head of his cock.

   Anthony groaned as he felt the girl's wet lips slide up and down his
shaft and reached out a hand to steady her head as she pumped up and down
his length.  He tried to move the girl around so he could reach her pussy,
but she shook her head.

   "Don't," she moaned around his cock.  "I want to suck you off like this
first."

   Anthony relaxed, laying back to accept the girls expert oral attentions.
As he lay there he watched as the girl snuck a hand down between her legs,
gently parting the puffy lips of her pussy with a single finger.  Anthony
could her the wet sounds as the finger slipped in her cunt, groaning as she
brought the sticky finger to his lips.

   Anthony greedily opened his mouth, tasting the girl's juices as he
licked at her finger.  The girl sped up her motions on his cock, finally
pulling away just as she sensed Anthony going over the edge.

   "Fuck me now," she panted, spreading her legs wide as she lay at the
corner of the bed.  Anthony hurried to his knees, placing the head of his
cock at her wet entrance.

   Thrusting forward, he slipped inside her pussy with ease as the girl
moaned at the sudden intrusion.

   "Oh fuck yes," she hissed, reaching out her arms to hold onto his neck
as her legs wrapped around his thighs.

   Anthony was frantic with lust as he pumped into the liquid heat of the
girl's sucking pussy.  Her breasts bobbed enticingly on her chest as he
thrust again and again, the squishing sounds of their sex sounding loud in
the quiet camper.

   "Gonna come," Anthony gasped as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.

   "Not in me," the girl moaned, throwing him off her writhing form. 
Quickly the girl was on her knees in front of him, stroking at Anthony's
erection, now slick and wet from her juices.  She watched in obvious
enjoyment as Anthony suddenly tensed as his cock sprayed a geyser of cum
into her waiting mouth.

   "Oh fuck," Anthony panted as he watched the girl swallow his load down
her throat.

   "Yummy," she grinned, licking the last bits of semen from her fingers
and lips.

   After laying together on the bed for a few moments, Anthony sat up.  I'm
the one who needs a shower now, he thought.

   "Want to join me?" he asked the girl.  "I think I need to clean up a
little bit." The girl said she didn't, and Anthony quickly walked down to
the shower to freshen up again.  To his disappointment, the girl was gone
when he returned.

   *****

   Anthony's disappointment at finding himself alone lasted a few moments,
but he decided to spend the rest of the evening trolling the fairgrounds,
hoping to get lucky once more that night.  After he finished cleaning up he
donned a pair of slacks and a light cotton shirt and headed out in search
of new conquests.

   Luck appeared to be elsewhere that evening, as Anthony found himself
surrounded by a bevy of apparently unwilling ladies.  Anthony did happen
upon a trio of college women, only too happy to show him their tits, and he
was fairly sure he managed to capture a woman nursing her small baby, but
doubted that would be a useful piece of footage.

   I'm turning into nothing more than a voyeur with a camera, Anthony
moaned.  If I thought it was going to be like this I would have been better
off heading to New Orleans with a box full of plastic beads.

   Anthony was nearing his breaking point around dinner time, and so headed
back to the Winnebago, planning to eat a quick supper before heading off.
His next stop was to be Denver, a more than ten hour drive and Anthony
wanted to be sure he was gassed up and well rested before beginning the
drive the next morning.

   As he was sitting at his table after finishing a light meal, Anthony
heard a loud crash followed soon after by a shout.

   "Fuck!" he heard a woman's voice yell, and Anthony quickly went to
investigate.  The sound of the noises was easily identified as coming from
a motor home very similar to his own, and as Anthony knocked on the door,
he found himself having an eerie sense of deja vu.

   "Is everyone okay in there?" he called through an open window.

   "Help me please!" a small voice cried from inside the trailer, and
ignoring any thoughts he might have had regarding breaking and entering,
Anthony forced the locked door open and climbed the stairs, quickly seeing
the cause of the racket.

   "Are you okay?" he asked.  A woman about his age was lying on the floor,
a mess of pots and pans scattered on the linoleum around her.

   "I'm fine," the lady mumbled.  "Thank you so much for coming to help. 
I've been lying here for more than an hour, but no one seems to be walking
by."

   "What's the problem?" Anthony asked just as he saw the cast on the
woman's leg.  It was a full length cast and it was no wonder the woman was
stuck, as she had managed to fall in such a way to make it nearly
impossible to get a handhold on anything nearby.

   "Give me a hand?" she asked, holding out her own.

   "Gotcha," Anthony said, reaching down.  He grunted once as he pulled the
woman upright, steadying the still unstable woman as she reached out to
grab hold of the kitchen cabinet.

   "Thank you so much," she said.  "My name's Megan."

   "Anthony," he replied, nodding politely.  "Are you okay now?  I don't
mean to rush in and out like this, but I have to be heading out fairly
soon, I have kind of a long drive ahead of me."

   "Oh, I'm fine, although..." the woman trailed off, embarrassed about
what she had to say.

   "What is it?" Anthony asked.

   "It's just...  I really have to pee and I don't want to get in the
bathroom only to find out I can't get myself up off the toilet.  If it's
not too much trouble, could you stay until I'm back on my feet?"

   "Oh, certainly.  I'll just wait on the couch.  Call if you need me," he
joked.

   "God, I hope not!" Megan answered and shuffled off to the bathroom.

   As Anthony waited for the woman to reappear, he glanced around her motor
home, and his sense of deja vu only intensified.  In nearly all respects
his Winnebago was identical to the one Megan was traveling around the
country in, or so it appeared.  He took a quick look around, trying not to
make his footfalls obvious, and it was all there, or nearly all of it. 
Same layout, same large television, same everything.  On a hunch Anthony
opened one of the kitchen drawers and found a similar collection of sex
toys.

   The only things missing are the cell phone and video camera, Anthony
thought as he spotted a laptop computer identical to his own sitting open
on the sofa.  On a whim he sat down, picking up the computer and quickly
booting up the email program.  To no surprise, Megan's sent mail folder was
identical to his own, detailed descriptions of sex acts as she traveled
around the country from Maine to Seattle.

   Hearing the toilet flush, Anthony hurriedly set the computer down as
before and walked toward the bathroom.

   "Everything okay in there?" he called through the door, trying to figure
out exactly what was going on.  It's obvious she's a contestant too, he
thought.  But is it the same race I'm in, or is her job to go around
seducing the other contestants?  Is it an accident I happened to walk by
just as she needed help?

   Anthony didn't know the answers to his questions, although Megan's
intent became obvious the moment she opened the door.  She was sitting on
the toilet, trying in vain to put her panties back on.  She had rested the
broken leg on the edge of the counter and could not reach her foot to slip
inside the panties she was holding.

   "Help again?" she asked, and Anthony thought he saw her eyes flicker to
somewhere above his head.  So that's where the video camera is hidden, he
realized.

   "What can I do?" he asked, deciding for the moment to play along.  He
felt his cock begin to harden as he stared at the soft mound of Megan's
pussy, making no attempt to avert his eyes.  Anthony felt her eyes sizing
up his prick, and decided to make things easy for the woman.

   "You're so beautiful," he moaned, pretending to lose the battle within
himself, and began stroking the length of his cock still encased in his
slacks.

   "Oh my God," Megan whispered, reaching out a hand.  "I thought you would
be big, but...  I have to taste your cock.  Can I?" she asked.

   Anthony nodded eagerly, fighting the urge to laugh.  Is this how I
behave around all the women I've had lately?  he wondered.  How pathetic!

   Megan didn't seem to notice his musings however, as the moment his staff
was freed from his pants, she leaned over and sucked his length into her
mouth and began immediately licking up and down his rod.

   "Oh yes," Anthony moaned, his pleasure beginning to take over from his
previous act.  "Suck it like that," he hissed, clenching his fists together
as the woman bobbed up and down his shaft.

   His recent activities notwithstanding, Anthony felt the cum begin to
churn in his balls.  Megan felt the change also, and quickened her pace,
now fucking her face against his dick.  Her breathing was ragged and forced
as she shoved the cock against her throat time and time again, her throat
muscles rippling around his veiny shaft.

   "Here it comes," Anthony warned, tensing his leg muscles as he felt
another orgasm hurtle up and out of his prick.

   "Mmm," was the only audible sound from Megan, but Anthony could feel her
throat muscles contracting rapidly around the head of his prick as she
fought to swallow his entire load.

   "Wow," she said once Anthony's softened cock slipped out of her mouth.
"That was a lot."

   "You were great," Anthony said sincerely as he helped the woman to her
feet.

   "Thanks," she answered, her eyes moving once more to where Anthony knew
the camera must be hidden.  He was almost completely sure he was right
about the woman being a contestant, but wasn't positive until he asked his
next question.

   "Can I get the camera for you?"

   "What?"

   "I'm assuming your camera is hidden over the stove, right?'

   "I...  I don't know...  what are you talking about?"

   "It's okay," Anthony said, extending his hand.  "I'm Anthony Martin. 
I'm assuming you're going for the same million dollar prize as I am,
correct."

   "Oh shit," the lady moaned, slamming her hands down hard onto the cast
on her leg, and Anthony cringed.  Seeing his reaction, Megan laughed loudly
before continuing to beat down on the plaster wrap.

   "Be careful," Anthony said, cutting short as Megan reached behind her
body and began working on something.  Suddenly the cast fell away and Megan
stepped out, broken leg magically healed.

   "How did you know?" Megan asked as she walked past a stunned Anthony,
who turned and followed the woman as she stretched to retrieve her camera.
Right where I figured it would be...  right where I would have hidden it.

   "I just...  I have the same trailer, same television, same laptop."
Anthony paused, looking sheepishly at the woman.  "I'm sorry, but it was
too weird.  I...  I looked at your email program when you were in the
bathroom."

   "Oh."

   "Yep.  Same kind of stuff I've been sending off since Sunday."

   "Sunday?" Megan asked.  "You've only been doing this since Sunday?"

   "Yeah, how about you?"

   "I've been on the road since the beginning of the month," a distressed
Megan answered.

   "Oh wow," Anthony said.  "Three weeks?  How much longer do you have?"

   "Only a couple more days, thankfully.  I have until Saturday midnight to
get to..."

   "Seattle."

   "Right."

   "A month?" Anthony asked, both horrified and intrigued at the idea. 
"I'm only out here for a week.  Wait a minute.  You got a mysterious
letter, you've been invited to participate, yadda yadda yadda.  Call a
number, get more info, and then...  fuck your way across America?"

   "Yeah, only...  you said a million dollar prize?"

   "Yeah.  Why?"

   "Mine is ten million."

   "Ten?" Anthony asked, and sat down amazed as the woman nodded.

   "So...  we're not in the same contest then?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  I bet it's the same guy." Anthony guessed.

   "Old guy?  Annoying on the phone?  Drives you crazy with how he seems to
know everything?"

   "That's the guy," Anthony laughed.

   "I hate him."

   "Me too, but he doesn't call me anymore," Anthony said.  "I got pissed
and threw the phone and it shattered."

   "Lucky," Megan answered.

   "So...  what now?" Anthony asked.

   "I don't know," the woman said.  "I don't think I can turn in this tape
though."

   "You think he'd notice me?" Anthony grinned.  "We can always do it
again, and I promise I'll try to keep my butt to the camera."

   "You think you can get it up that quickly?" asked Megan, eyeing
Anthony's still spent member.

   "Maybe not," he laughed.  "But do you get points if I go down on you?"

   "I get more points," she answered, a glint showing in her eyes.

   "Then spread 'em, lady!" Anthony ordered, laughing as Megan gave him a
mock salute before dropping to the floor.  Anthony took a quick glance over
his shoulder at where the camera was now placed on the table, and then he
too dropped to his knees between her widespread things.

   Anthony inhaled deeply, smelling the heady scent of her arousal as his
face neared the delicate lips of Megan's pussy.

   "I'm going to enjoy this," he whispered as Megan looked down her body at
him.  She smiled brightly, urging his mouth closer to her wet lips,
breathing sharply as she felt the first touch of his tongue to her wetness.

   "Yes," she hissed, spreading her legs wider, beckoning him closer still.
Her labia spread wide with her arousal, she was still aroused from their
earlier blowjob adventure in the bathroom, and as his tongue spread through
her sticky juices, Megan squealed in delight.

   Anthony paused momentarily, stopping to look up at Megan's face, now a
picture of rapture, before quickly dropping back and attacking her fleshy
folds.

   As his tongue swirled around Megan's delicate inner lips, tasting her
spicy oils, Anthony bumped his nose repeatedly against the nub of her clit.
He felt Megan's thighs close around his neck as her legs closed around his
torso.  Megan locked her ankles together, trapping Anthony between her
smooth thighs, pressing against him, drawing him closer into her warm
wetness.

   "Keep doing that," she panted, her hips jerking with each lash of his
tongue against her labia.  Anthony nodded in agreement, maintaining his
pace while bringing a finger slowly into play.  He wet his digit in the
copious fluids Megan was dripping onto her thighs and floor and slowly sunk
it into her cunt.  She cried out as his finger speared into her tunnel
again and again as a thousand lights went off in her head.

   Fireworks exploded somewhere overhead and Anthony looked up, seeing the
blues and purples and pinks as the fairgoers celebrated the end of another
successful day.  I'll show her some fireworks of my own, Anthony thought,
thrusting against Megan's slick crotch.

   He felt a rush of Megan's thick cream coating his tongue as a small
tremor coursed through her body.  The taste and texture spurred him ever
faster and suddenly he felt the woman begin pounding her hands against his
back.

   "More, more you fucker.  Lick my pussy!" she screamed as a powerful
orgasm thrashed through her body.

   Suddenly she was still and Anthony looked up in worry as Megan slumped
against the floor of the camper.  Did she pass out?  he wondered as he
hurriedly checked her breathing.  Anthony sat there waiting, trying to cool
her damp forehead with a wet washcloth as Megan's breathing slowly returned
to normal.

   "Where am I?' she asked as her eyes fluttered open, quickly glancing
around the camper before focusing on Anthony.

   "You fainted," Anthony smiled, reaching out a hand to help her to her
feet.  Megan stood and walked slowly to a chair, sitting down heavily, a
heavy flush still spreading over her chest.

   "Wow," she finally said, glancing slyly at Anthony.  His cock had once
again sprung to life, and she wondered if she could get away with fucking
him.  People had started exiting the fairgrounds and she could hear them
walking past the trailer.

   Anthony noticed too, and smiled as he sensed Megan's unasked question.

   "I don't think we better," he said.  "Too many people to ask questions,"
he laughed holding his hands over his ears.  "And I thought you were loud
when you were trying to get me to come in here."

   Megan laughed, blushing as the realization that people would have heard
her passionate cries hit her.

   "Oh my God," she moaned, throwing her head in her hands.  "I'm so
embarrassed."

   "Don't be," Anthony said as he stood, quickly zipping up his trousers.
"I'll take all the screaming as a compliment that I did something right."

   "You did indeed," she laughed, still breathing a bit heavily.  "You did
indeed."

   Anthony quickly exited Megan's Winnebago, making the silent walk to his
own.  That was a pretty fucking good idea, he laughed.  Who would have
thought pretending to have a broken leg would be a good way to get guys?

   Anthony pondered the idea momentarily, wondering where he might find a
false cast, but quickly rejected the idea.  Perhaps if he pretended to have
burned his hands, he might be able to arouse a bit of sympathy from a
passing female.

   Deciding to put his theory to the test, Anthony carefully wrapped his
hands as tightly as he could with gauze and prepared to cry for help.  He
was at first unsure if his ploy would be successful, but within a few
minutes he heard a knock at the door.

   "Is something wrong in there?" female voice called through the door, and
Anthony breathed a sigh of relief.

   "The door's unlocked.  Come in."

   A woman of roughly forty years climbed into the camper, a questioning
look on her face.

   "What's the matter?' she asked.  In reply, Anthony simply held his hands
up.

   "I was in an accident a couple days ago.  My wife and I were traveling
through Illinois and I was riding in the back while she was driving.  I was
making coffee, and the pot shattered as we hit a pothole and I sustained
burns on both hands."

   "Oh, you poor man!"

   "It's not that bad, really.  I'm taking medication for the pain, and the
doctors said the scarring won't be that bad, it's just..."

   "What?"

   "I'm not sure where my wife is, and we need to fill up the tank on this
beast before we head out in the morning.  We want to get a head start, and
if I don't make it to a gas station before eleven o'clock, most of them
will be closed and we'll be stuck here longer than we'd planned."

   "Oh.  How can I help?' the woman asked, and Anthony had to suppress a
smile as he saw his plan was working.

   "Could...  could you drive this thing, do you think?" he asked.

   "I think so.  My ex-husband and I used to have a van that we took on
vacations, so this shouldn't be that much different, right?"

   "Pretty much.  You have to give yourself a wide area to turn, but it
handles pretty well.  It would be really great if you could drive me
somewhere to fill up."

   "That's no problem.  I'm Sharon, by the way," she said, holding her hand
out to shake.  When she realized what she had done she blushed and quickly
withdrew her hand.  "Oops.  Sorry," she apologized.

   "No problem," Anthony said, waving his bandaged hand in the air.  "I'm
Anthony, by the way." He quickly showed Sharon how to operate the vehicle
and the two were soon on the road.

   Anthony found out that Sharon was now a single mother with two junior
high aged boys from her previous marriage.

   "The bastard was cheating on me," she muttered.  "Sorry, I'm still
bitter.  He made off with the house and I got the two boys, heaven help
me."

   "Christ, I'm sorry," blurted Anthony.

   "That's okay.  It's just...  Ted wasn't that bad a guy, and I was busy
with work and we just seemed to drift apart, but still...  I never thought
of cheating on him with another man."

   "I'm sorry that happened to you," Anthony said.

   "It was probably for the best," she sighed.  "He never liked that I
worked so many late nights, but that's how it is working in a hospital. 
Too many long hours and lots of nights spent on call didn't help either."

   Soon the two arrived at the gas station and Sharon waved off Anthony's
attempts to help.

   "I've filled a car with gas once or twice in my lifetime," she laughed.
Anthony to his credit card sitting on the dashboard for her to use at the
pump and waited inside the camper for her to return.

   "Wow," she exclaimed when she returned.  "This thing sure holds a lot of
gas!"

   "That it does," Anthony agreed.  "I should be able to get from here to
Denver on one tank of gas, if I'm lucky and if I can stay awake for the
drive."

   "You're planning on driving?" Sharon asked in amazement.  "What about
your hands?"

   Shit, Anthony swore, realizing he had forgotten his story.

   "I mean, my wife will do most of the driving, but I navigate."

   "Oh," Sharon said, giving him a sidelong glance.

   The two returned to the fairgrounds and Anthony spent a few moments
pretending to look for his wife while Sharon waited.

   "I don't know where she could be," Anthony said after a minute or two of
peering into the darkness.

   "Should we call someone?" Sharon asked, concerned that Anthony might be
left alone.

   "Nah, that's probably not necessary," he shrugged.  "Denise and I met
old friends and I bet she's with them." Anthony cringed at his words. 
Denise Roberts had been the girl he'd lusted after for years, and her name
was the first one that came to mind.

   "Denise?  What a pretty name.  When did you two meet?" Sharon asked.

   "We met in high school," he finally said, hoping it would be enough to
satisfy Sharon's curiosity.

   "That's nice," she said and continued looking out into the dark parking
lot.

   "You know," Anthony said after a few minutes.  "You don't need to stay
and wait, I'll be fine."

   "Nonsense," Sharon replied.  "I have nothing better to do and besides,
what if something happened to you?  It was pure luck that I came by when I
did."

   "No, I'm sure I'll be fine."

   "Are you positive?" Sharon asked.

   "Yes, except..."

   "What?"

   "No, I couldn't.  I'll be fine, and my wife will be back soon enough,
hopefully."

   "What is it?"

   "It's just...  with these things the way they are," Anthony said,
holding his club-like hands in the air.  "It makes it kind of difficult for
me to..."

   "To what?" Sharon asked, exasperated at the man's inability to ask for
her help.

   "To go to the bathroom," he finally said quietly.

   "Is that it?" Sharon asked.  "I told you I was a nurse, this will be
nothing new for me."

   "Are...  are you sure?" Anthony asked, his heart pounding in his chest.
The stupid idea works!  he felt like shouting, but managed to appear
embarrassed as he allowed Sharon to lead him into the bathroom.

   "Positive," she said.  With little fanfare, she leaned over and expertly
unbuckled his belt and undoing the clasp of his pants.  She methodically
pushed his underwear aside and held his penis while Anthony emptied his
bladder.

   Realizing he now had a strange woman helping him urinate, Anthony
thought of the possibilities the evening might hold and allowed his cock to
engorge and quickly he was fully erect, Sharon still keeping a light grip
on his shaft.

   "Oh shit, I'm sorry," he swore, feigning embarrassment.

   "It's fine," Sharon said.  Her voice was nonchalant, but Anthony could
feel her grip on his penis tighten slightly and he fought the urge to
groan.

   "I suppose you see this all the time in the hospital, right?" he asked,
concerned when Sharon burst into laughter.  "What?" he asked.

   "No, I'm happy to say I don't," she giggled.  "I work in the maternity
ward."

   "Oh," Anthony said, finally laughing himself.  "I'm sorry," he
apologized again.  "It's just...  my wife is eight month's pregnant and she
just hasn't felt...  interested in being intimate."

   "I know the feeling," Sharon said, her eyes still glued to the head of
Anthony's prick, where a clear drop of pre-cum now dangled.  With no
thought as to the consequences she squeezed the firm shaft and watched as
another drop pushed out of his slit.  She brushed her thumb over the soft
tissue, smearing the slippery liquid all around his smooth skin.

   "That feels so good," Anthony moaned, his hand on Sharon's shoulder as
she began to stroke him in earnest, all thoughts of his "wife" forgotten.

   Anthony allowed himself to be swept up in her gentle ministrations, and
before too long he released his seed in a wide arc, splattering against the
wall and dripping down onto the sink.

   "Oops," Sharon grinned, milking the last drops of his cream onto the
floor.  As Anthony's cock began to shrink, Sharon dabbed at it with a bit
of tissue and tucked him back into his pants.  She patted the bulged on the
front of his slacks and pushed him out of the bathroom.

   "What?" Anthony stuttered, looking back.

   "I'll just clean up a bit in here," she explained.  "Wouldn't want your
wife to have to clean up after you."

   Anthony waited in the seating area until Sharon returned and after
thanking her profusely, "for everything," he emphasized, watched as she
walked away.

   Forty-five minutes later Anthony pulled out of the fairgrounds and
headed down the road.

   If I get a few hours of driving in now I should be able to make it to
Omaha, he thought.  After that it's probably only about eight hours of
driving until Denver.

   Anthony eventually settled down at a large rest stop just past Lincoln
and prepared to get some much needed rest.

   Not having any idea of how to tabulate his day's points, Anthony gave up
shortly after one in the morning.  He contemplated putting a move on one of
the high school girls working the gas pumps, but decided against it.

   There'll be time enough in the morning, he thought.  Besides, I have a
long drive in front of me tomorrow and I need some rest.

   Chapter Five Friday

   Anthony woke up before the sun poked over the horizon, roused from his
slumber by the incessant sounds of large semi tractors pulling in to the
truck stop to refuel or to spend the night.

   Holy hell, he grumbled as the sharp blast of a horn penetrated the walls
of his Winnebago.  What time is it?

   Anthony groaned as he realized he'd only been sleeping for a few hours.
I'm never going to make it to Denver unless I can get some more rest, he
thought, but his attempts were thwarted as more and more truckers began
their day.

   "Fine," he said as he stood and stretched.  "Four hours sleep it is.  I
suppose I might as well fill up here.  I'll get a thermos of coffee and see
how far I can make it, I guess."

   Anthony quickly dressed and headed into the large gas station, which
also housed a convenience store, a family restaurant and even laundry and
shower facilities.  As he made his way to the bathrooms Anthony passed what
appeared to be a rest area, where four or five truckers sat watching the
previous evening's sports highlights on a massive television.

   "What's with the TV lounge?" he asked the cashier as he paid for his
purchase.

   "What's that?" she asked.  She glanced up slowly from her glossy
magazine, apparently uninterested in anything beyond the lives of the rich
and famous.

   "Back by the bathrooms is a television lounge.  What's it for?" Anthony
asked again.

   "Oh that?" The cashier, who Anthony knew by her name tag was named
Cammie, snapped her gum before answering.  "It keeps the truckers coming
back here.  They can wash their clothes and catch a little rest before
heading out."

   "That's pretty cool," Anthony said.  His father had driven trucks and he
remembered the biggest complaint he heard on the rare weekends the entire
family was together had been his father bemoaning the fact he was forced to
sleep in the cabin of his semi every night.

   "Whatever," Cammie replied, her head once again buried in her magazine.
"Anything else you need?" She looked him over, a gleam beginning to show in
her eye, and Anthony wondered momentarily when her next break was due.

   She's not that bad looking, he reasoned.  I doubt there's much action in
a place like this, and I do need to score before I can get back on the
road.

   "I'm good," he answered.  "Say, I was wondering if..."

   "Next," she interrupted and Anthony stepped aside as a large tattooed
trucker stepped in front of the register.

   "Hey Cammie," he said, grinning widely.  "What's new?"

   "Not much, Darryl.  Haven't seen you around lately.  Been awful lonely
without you...  stopping by every week.  Where you been?"

   Anthony sighed as the oddly matched pair continued talking, grabbing his
coffee and newspaper from the counter.  I could be here a while, he
realized as he began trudging back to the camper.

   "Hey mister," a voice called from behind him.

   "Yeah?" he answered, turning to see a bundle of rags with feet running
up to him.  On closer inspection Anthony realized the bundle was actually a
scrawny girl.  She had short blond hair and a dirty face, and Anthony
estimated her age to be around seventeen.

   "Where you heading?" she asked anxiously.

   "Why?" he answered.  The girl bit her lip before answering cautiously.

   "I've been stuck here for two days.  I'm trying to visit my sister in
Morrison, but nobody seems to be heading west from here."

   "You're at the wrong rest area for that," Anthony explained.  "Most of
the people who stop here are just passing through on their way to Chicago.
If you want to head west you need to be on the other side of Omaha.  People
heading west gas up there and don't bother stopping here."

   "Tell me about it," she groused, staring at the ground.  Disappointed in
his apparent refusal the girl turned to start heading back to the
restaurant.  Why haven't they kicked her out yet?  Anthony wondered,
looking at her tattered appearance.

   "Where did you say you were going again?" he called after the girl, who
spun suddenly, a hopeful look once again crossing her face.

   "Morrison," she said.  "It's in Colorado, just outside of Denver."

   "Really?" Anthony asked, a glimmer of hope returning.  "I'm hoping to
get to Denver today actually."

   "Seriously?" the girl asked.  For some reason she once again looked at
him suspiciously.  What did I do?  Anthony wondered.  Was I too easy?

   "Yeah."

   "So what are you saying?" the girl asked, again looking at him through
slitted eyelids.

   "You need a ride?" Anthony offered.  "I won't bother you I promise."

   "Really?" the girl asked.

   "Promise," Anthony said, grimacing as he remembered the rules of the
competition.

   "What?" the girl asked, seeing the change in his expression.

   "I...  I could be here awhile," Anthony sighed, not wanting to take
advantage of the girl.  This sucks.  I finally have a chance to do
something nice for someone and I can't.

   "How come?"

   "I just...  I might have to stay here for a while, unless..."

   "Unless what?" the girl asked, her exasperation evident.

   Anthony frantically went over the rules of the contest in his mind,
trying to remember the least amount of activity he could reasonably expect
to count.

   "I need to see your tits," he finally said, unable for whatever reason
to look the girl in the eye.

   "Is that it?" the girl laughed, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. 
"I had to do more than that just to get out of Minnesota."

   "Stop," Anthony said, waving his arms at the girl.  "There's one more
thing.  I have to video you doing it."

   Anthony prepared for the girl to explode at him, amazed as she laughed
at his fearful expression.

   "What is this, like Girls Gone Wild?" she asked.

   "No, it's...  I can't tell you," Anthony sighed.  "I'll understand if
you don't want the ride," he said and turned to leave.

   "No, wait.  I'll do it," the girl called and Anthony could hear her
footsteps as she ran to catch up with him.  "Wait a minute," she repeated
and he turned back.

   "What?" Anthony asked, wondering if she'd had a change of heart.

   "I have to get my stuff.  I left it in one of the storage lockers.  Can
you wait a minute?"

   "Sure," Anthony smiled.  "See the big Winnebago over there?" he asked,
pointing to his vehicle.  "That's me.  I'll be waiting."

   "Cool," the girl said, excited to finally be able to leave the truck
stop.  "I'll just be a minute," she called over her shoulder as she
scampered back to retrieve her belongings.

   What am I doing?  Anthony wondered as he climbed into the driver's seat
and grabbed the video camera.  Is this really worth it?

   Anthony had been hesitant about being a contestant, but the allure of
the prize money coupled with his dissatisfaction at his current job had led
him to accept the old man's offer.  It was just too tempting, he sighed.

   Anthony looked out the window and was amused to see the girl struggling
as she walked across the parking lot.  She seemed to be trying to haul two
large plastic garbage bags, full of something, but the thin material kept
breaking.  Anthony jumped down from his seat and ran to help.

   "Here, give me one of those," he said, taking the large and as it turned
out, weaker of the two bags, which quickly tore apart.  Anthony doubled
over with laughter as a torrent of underwear and socks began blowing away.

   "Don't just stand there," the girl shrieked.  "We have to get my
clothes!" Before Anthony could say anything the girl was off, chasing after
her clothing.  Anthony could see the chase was futile as gusts of wind
picked up the light pieces of cloth and quickly blew much of it away.

   "Now what am I going to do?" the girl moaned, close to tears as she
returned to the Winnebago with only a few pieces of clothing in her hands.

   "Don't worry about it," Anthony said.  "We'll just have to go shopping."

   "I don't have any money to go shopping!" the girl shouted.  "That's why
I'm hitchhiking in the first place.  Do you think I like doing this?" In a
rage the girl dropped what she was holding and quickly jerked her shirt
over her head, showing Anthony her smooth girlish breasts, held against her
body with the sheerest of bras.

   "Stop it," Anthony chided.  "Put your shirt back on.  I said we'll go
shopping and we will."

   "What do you expect me to do?" the girl asked as she tugged the shirt
down past her breasts.  "I thought all I had to do was show you my boobs."

   "Well, you have to show me your boobs, but you have to do it inside the
camper and I get to video you, remember?"

   "I remember," the girl replied sullenly.

   "Good.  And I've just added another condition," Anthony said, grinning
as the girl's face went from surprise to outrage in a matter of moments.

   "What?"

   "You have to let me pay for your clothing.  It was the bag I was
carrying that broke, after all."

   "Yeah, but that wasn't your fault.  If I wouldn't have left in such a
hurry..."

   "Left where?" Anthony asked.

   "Home."

   "Wait a minute.  How old are you?  Are you running away?" Anthony began
to worry a bit about the girl.

   "I'm twenty," the girl answered, making a face as she saw Anthony's look
of disbelief.  "I know I look young," she sighed.  "I have my driver's
license somewhere, just let me show you."

   "That's okay.  I believe you, I guess.  But you said you were running
away?"

   "No.  I said I left in a hurry.  Stop putting words into my mouth."

   "Sorry.  Jeez...  okay then, go ahead."

   "Okay, but can we start driving.  I'm sick of this place."

   "Sure," he answered and the two quickly climbed into the Winnebago.

   "Is that your camera?" the girl asked nervously, looking at the small
video camera lying on the dash.

   "Yeah, why?" Anthony asked, having forgotten their agreement.

   "Don't you want to see my boobs?" the girl asked.

   "Oh.  Right.  Hold on a second," Anthony stammered, fumbling as he made
sure everything was working.  "Okay, go ahead," he said as he pointed the
camera at the girl's chest.

   "Do you need to see my face in this?" the girl asked shyly, brightening
visibly when Anthony shook his head.  She pulled her arms back through the
sleeves of her shirt and after a moment's rustling around, one hand emerged
to drop her bra to the floor of the Winnebago.

   "Any time," Anthony said, glancing up from the viewfinder.

   "Okay.  Here goes," the girl said, and hesitantly pulled her shirt over
her head, exposing her breasts to Anthony's eyes.  He filmed for a few
seconds before quickly snapping off the camera.

   "That's good," he said.  The girl quickly dropped her arms to her sides,
allowing her shirt to fall back down over her chest.

   "That wasn't so bad," she said.

   "I agree.  In fact," Anthony said, "I think it was spectacular." He
laughed, but the girl just shook her head.

   "Don't get all weird on me, okay?  I just want to get to my sister's
place."

   "I'll be good," Anthony promised.  "That was just...  it was just
something I had to do."

   "I don't want to know about it," the girl said, her hands threatening to
cover her ears.  "You do what you want.  I don't really care right now if
you're some sicko, just as long as I get to Denver."

   "I'll get you there.  You said earlier you were from Minnesota, right?"
The girl nodded.  "What a small world.  I grew up in St.  Paul."

   "No way," the girl said.  "That's where I lived."

   "Really?  Where?"

   "About ten miles north of downtown.  It wasn't really St.  Paul, but
that's what everyone knows so I say I'm from there, it was actually a
little town called..."

   "Falcon Heights," Anthony interrupted, a look of amazement on his face.

   "Yeah."

   "Holy shit," Anthony swore.

   "What?"

   "As soon as I turned around I thought I recognized you, but I wasn't
sure."

   "You know me?" the girl asked, eyes wide at Anthony's revelation.

   "I get one guess, okay?" he asked.

   "Guess?"

   "Yeah.  My guess is this...  you're going to visit Denise."

   "How...  oh my God, who are you?"

   "Holy shit," Anthony repeated, his eyes staring at the girl he now knew
to be Denise Roberts' younger sister Claire.

   "Holy shit," she agreed, and the two lapsed into an uncomfortable
silence.

   *****

   "So you know my sister?" Claire finally asked.

   "Yeah, we went to high school together.  I don't know if you recognize
me, but I used to come over to your house every once in a while to help out
Denise with her physics homework."

   "Anthony?" Claire asked cautiously.

   "Guilty," he replied.  "Wait, how do you know my name?"

   "I remember you now, I wasn't that little."

   "You must have been, I don't know...  how old?"

   "Denise is eight years older than I am, almost nine, so I was probably
nine or ten when you were coming over."

   "How bizarre is this?"

   "Really bizarre."

   The two sat in silence for a while as central and western Nebraska sped
past through the windshield.  Anthony glanced over at Claire out of the
corner of his eye.  She was curled up in the passenger's chair, her hair
and arms streaked with grime and her clothes stained with food and who
knows what else, the detritus of spending too many nights sleeping on a
truck stop floor.

   "You want a shower?" Anthony asked abruptly, startling the girl from her
reverie.

   "What?"

   "I asked if you wanted a shower," Anthony repeated.

   "Oh.  Um...  what would I have to do?" she asked cautiously.

   Anthony just laughed.  What kind of guy does she think I am?  he
wondered.  I guess she's not too far off though.  If she only knew what
I've been doing the rest of the week!

   "Nothing," he replied.  "Nothing other than walk back there, take your
clothes off once you're in the bathroom and get cleaned up.  There's
nothing perverted about this, you just look uncomfortable and I'm sure
you'll feel a lot better once you've had a shower."

   "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," she replied quietly.

   "That's okay," Anthony answered back quickly.  "There are fresh towels
in the little pantry beside the bathroom door.  Feel free to go back any
time.  I'll keep driving."

   "Does the shower work while we're moving?" Claire asked.

   "Oh, you know what?  I have no idea.  Why don't you run back and check
it out.  If we need to I'll pull over at the next rest area and you can
shower there."

   Claire nodded and walked back to the shower, returning shortly with a
quick shake of her head.

   "Nothing," she said.

   "Okay.  Well, like I said before I'll pull over.  We just passed a sign
and the next rest area is coming up in thirty miles, so it won't be too
long."

   "Thanks, I appreciate this."

   "No problem.  So...  if you don't mind me asking, why are you heading
out to Denver in the first place?  Sounds like you left in a rush and
judging by your packing job, you took most of your clothes."

   "I took everything," Claire answered.  "Everything that I had left
after..."

   "After what?  What happened?"

   "I'd been living with this guy for about a year and it turns out he's
not quite the nice guy I thought he was.  He started hitting me so I left.
I stayed with a friend for a couple weeks but I was in the way so I decided
to take off."

   "Couldn't Denise have helped out?" Anthony asked but Claire quickly
shook her head.

   "I couldn't ask her.  She hated Randy from the start and..."

   "Who's Randy?"

   "The guy."

   "Oh."

   "Anyway, Denise doesn't know I'm coming."

   "Oh!  So this will be a fairly big shock then?"

   "You could say that."

   The two lapsed back into silence for the remaining miles.  Anthony took
the rest stop exit and pulled the Winnebago to the far end of the parking
area, stopping in the last spot.

   "What are you doing?" Claire asked curiously.

   "Just trying to get us out of the way.  Wouldn't want anyone to surprise
us," he said.  Anthony sighed with relief as he saw there were basic water
hookups available.  Thank goodness it's not one of those rustic rest areas,
he thought as he quickly hooked the camper up and started feeding water
into the vehicle while dumping the waste tanks.

   "I really appreciate this," Claire said when he climbed back inside. 
"All of it." She had removed her clothing while Anthony had been outside
and was now wrapped in one of the fluffy towels.

   "Uh, sure," Anthony managed.  "I'll...  I'll just be back in the
bedroom, reading or something.  Take your time in the shower, just come and
get me when you're done.

   "Okay.  Thanks again," Claire said.

   Anthony watched as she walked into the bathroom, pushing the door closed
behind her.  Damn, who would have thought?  he wondered as he heard the
water turn on.  Denise's little sister in my shower.  I'd rather have
Denise in there though, he thought.  Too bad I was such a pussy back in
high school.

   Tired from his short night of sleep and the surprising events of the
morning, Anthony slowly drifted off to sleep, his thoughts full of the girl
he hadn't had the guts to ask out.

   *****

   The gentle swaying of the moving vehicle slowly brought Anthony from his
slumber.  He sat up quickly, looking out his bedroom window to see that he
wasn't mistaken, the Winnebago was definitely traveling down the road.

   What the hell?  he thought, hurrying up to the front.

   "Oh good, you're awake," Claire said from the driver's seat.  Anthony
almost had her pull over, but she was doing well enough and he realized if
they stopped he'd have to attempt to earn some contest points.  And that's
the last thing I want to do with a passenger along for the ride.

   "So what's up?" he asked as he settled down into the passenger's chair.

   "You fell asleep while I was in the shower and I didn't want to wake
you. Is this okay?" she asked nervously.  "We can pull over and you can
drive if you want."

   "No, no.  It's fine.  I was a little surprised is all."

   "Good.  I haven't driven anything for weeks now, and I was getting antsy
always sitting in the passenger's seat.  You're sure this is okay?"

   "Perfectly fine.  I needed the sleep anyway."

   "Cool."

   "So," Anthony said after a bit.  "How's your sister?"

   "Denise?"

   "Mmm hmm."

   Claire grinned at him before answering.  "She's fine.  I was wondering
when you were going to ask about her."

   "What?  What do you mean?"

   "Oh come on.  I already said I wasn't that young when you used to come
over.  It was so obvious how you felt about her."

   "What?" Suddenly Anthony's palms were sweaty.  Shit, what must Denise
have thought about me?  If her little sister could tell I was in
puppy-love, Denise certainly must have known.

   "Yeah," Claire giggled.  "But don't worry, I don't think she knew."

   "Oh Christ," Anthony moaned.  "How could she not know?  You knew?"

   "Yeah, but Denise was always really shy around you."

   "So?"

   "Well...  we never talked about it, but I think she had a little bit of
a crush on you and didn't want you to find out."

   "What?"

   "Oh yeah.  I caught her one time doodling in her notebook.  She tried to
pull away, but I could see what she'd been writing, over and over and
over."

   "What?"

   "Mrs.  Denise Martin."

   "You're shitting me!"

   "Nope."

   "Wow."

   "So, how come you never asked her out?" Claire asked, glancing over to a
stunned Anthony.

   "I...  I don't know.  She was always so popular and I wasn't part of
that crowd, and I was always a bit intimidated by her."

   "Ha!  That's funny," laughed Claire.  "You intimidated her, you know?"

   "Me?  Why?"

   "Because you were so smart and on top of things.  She didn't have any
idea what she wanted to be when she grew up and you always seemed to have a
handle on things like that.  When you decided to head out East we were all
sure we'd hear your name someday on television.  What are you doing now
anyway?  Working for some political party or a politician?"

   "I'm...  well..."

   "Come on, what?"

   "I'm working at a video store."

   "You're what?"

   "I got sick of politics.  I've been thinking of moving back home for
quite a while.  I may do it after this week.  It's just been...  too much."

   "What's happening this week?" Claire asked in confusion.

   "Nothing, nothing.  Just been a bad week." Watch it, Anthony cautioned
himself.  Don't blow this, you tell her about the contest and it's all
over. No winning, no million bucks, nothing.

   Anthony groaned as his cell phone started ringing.  He reached for it
and was about to flip it on when he froze.

   "What the hell?" He looked at Claire in confusion.  "Is this yours?"

   "No, it's yours," she said, glancing at the phone which continued to
ring.

   "I...  I thought I'd lost it," Anthony lied, remembering the dozens of
tiny pieces he'd spent a solid hour trying to clean up.

   "Some guy knocked on the door to the camper after I got out of the
shower.  He said he thought you'd dropped this."

   "Oh." What the fuck!  he wanted to shout.  Is this guy everywhere? 
Anthony answered the phone knowing as soon as he said "hello" he would
recognize the voice at the other end.

   "Hello Anthony," said the raspy voice of the old man.

   "What do you want?" Anthony replied sullenly.

   "Tsk tsk," the man replied.  "Don't be angry.  I noticed you had a
little mishap with your other phone and sent this one to you.  I see it
arrived safely."

   "What do you want?" Anthony asked again.

   "What do I want?  I want you to pick up the pace a bit.  You're really
lagging behind, you know.  That little stunt back in Iowa was clever
though. I'll have to do some thinking though.  That was not a good event,
you meeting Doris at the fair."

   "Doris?  She said her name was..."

   "It's Doris."

   "Whatever."

   "Come on, man!  Cheer up!  This is the greatest week of your life.  Try
to act like it," the man chided and Anthony found himself sickened by the
thought of what he'd been doing.

   "What was that?" he asked.  "I couldn't hear."

   "I said cheer up, this is..."

   "Louder," Anthony yelled into the phone.  "You're breaking up!"

   "I can hear you fine," the man said in confusion.  "Are you sure..."

   "I can't hear you!" Anthony said.  "You're breaking up."

   "But everything seems to..."

   "You're breaking up!" Anthony repeated.  "I'm getting bad..." and with
that he clicked off the connection.  Claire gasped as he calmly unrolled
the window and tossed the phone into the ditch beside the road.

   "What are you doing?" she asked in amazement.

   Anthony just shrugged as he curled up in the chair.  He was sleepy and
confused and didn't want to talk about anything.  I don't want to think
about the contest anymore, he thought.

   "Wrong number," he answered, smiling as Claire shook her head in
disbelief.

   *****

   "Anthony, wake up," Claire whispered, shaking his shoulder.  Anthony
opened his eyes and looked around.

   "What happened?" he asked, hoping everything was okay.

   "We're here," she said.

   "Where?"

   "Denver.  You were sleeping again so I kept driving.  I just wanted to
thank you for the ride."

   "We're at your sister's place?" Anthony asked.

   "Yeah, but she's not home from work yet."

   God, it would be good to see Denise again, Anthony thought wistfully. 
He felt like sticking around until she got back, but didn't want to
intrude.

   "I suppose I should be hitting the road," he said with one last glance
at the house, but Claire apparently had other ideas.

   "Hey, you should come in and say hello to her.  She'd get a big kick out
of that, I think."

   "I suppose," Anthony said calmly although his pulse was beginning to
race.  Fuck this contest, he thought.  I'm no more than fifty feet away
from Denise Roberts and I'm not going to blow it this time.

   "Well, come on then," Claire said, pulling his arm.  "Besides, you still
owe me some clothes."

   "I'm coming, I'm coming," he complained.  Anthony stopped in the
bathroom to check his appearance.  I look okay, I think.  Stop it.  You're
acting like a high schooler.  Just relax, this will be fine.

   "You ready?" Claire asked impatiently.  Anthony nodded in response.

   "Yes," he said, emerging from the bathroom, his hair wetted under the
sink and slicked back.

   "Okay then," she grinned.  "Lookin' good.  This will be fun.  I know
Henry's going to love you," Claire enthused and Anthony felt his stomach
rise in his throat.

   "Henry?" he asked.  "Is...  is Denise married?" Why do I even bother?

   "No!  God no," Claire said, shaking her head emphatically.  "Henry is
her dog!"

   "Oh, Jesus.  I'm an idiot," Anthony said, breathing a sigh of relief.

   "Married, eh?  Well, I suppose she's still looking.  You interested?"
Claire teased.  "I promise to put in a good word for you.  Tell her how you
only made me flash my tits at you."

   "Oh shit," Anthony moaned.  "That was a bad idea, wasn't it."

   "Probably," Claire said.  "And maybe someday you'll explain why you had
to do it, but come on!  Let's get inside.  Denise isn't here yet and I want
to surprise her when she gets home from work."

   Claire dragged Anthony up the front steps, pausing to reach up on the
door frame.  She squealed triumphantly, showing Anthony the door key she
had found.

   "I knew it!" she said.  "Denise always wanted to have a spare key
stashed around the house when we were growing up, but Mom and Dad said no.
I knew she'd have one."

   "Hurry up," Anthony said, glancing around the neighborhood.  "People
might start talking if they see the two of us just standing outside like
this."

   Claire quickly unlocked the door and the two of them were met by a
barking mass of hair and slobber.

   "Henry!" Claire cried, dropping to her knees.  She began roughly
scratching the dog's back and ears as Henry wagged his tail in delight. 
"How are you?" she asked.  "Did you miss me?"

   Anthony laughed and began backing out of the house.

   "I'm going to get your stuff," he said and Claire looked at him in
confusion.

   "It pretty much all blew away," she reminded him.

   "Oh yeah," Anthony replied.  "Well, do you think you can pull yourself
away from your friend here, at least for a little while?  We can hit a mall
and be back before your sister gets home."

   "I suppose we could," Claire answered, "but I still don't have any
money."

   "I told you.  I'll pay." He raised his hand to cut off Claire's
argument. "No.  I'll pay, don't fight me on this, okay?"

   "Fine," she said.  "I'll just get what I need to survive until I get a
job."

   "Whatever," Anthony said, knowing full well he intended to eventually
replace whatever she had lost.  "I'm going to head out to the camper."

   "Okay.  I'll be just a little bit," Claire said, turning her attention
once more to the dog.  "Bye Henry.  Bye bye.  We'll be back in a little
while, so you be a good dog now, okay?"

   Anthony watched from the driver's seat as Claire closed and locked the
front door, returning the key to its hiding place above the door.

   "I'm ready," she announced as she crawled into her seat.

   "Okay," Anthony said as he put the Winnebago in gear.  "Let's go find a
mall,"

   *****

   "Tell me again how you can afford all this?" Claire asked as she and
Anthony returned to the house an hour later.  Both were loaded with bags of
clothing, especially Claire, who Anthony had laughingly referred to as a
walking advertisement for shopper's anonymous.

   "You can keep asking, but I'm not going to tell you." Anthony laughed as
he held open the door and allowed Claire to waddle past him into the living
room, where she was immediately set upon by a very happy Henry.

   "I'll figure it out," promised Claire as she collapsed onto the sofa. 
"Just you wait."

   Anthony laughed at Claire's haggard appearance, but quickly came to the
realization that he too was tired.

   "Do you think your sister would mind if I took a shower?" he asked.

   "I don't think so.  I'll watch guard for you so she doesn't surprise you
in the shower," Claire grinned.  "Unless maybe you want me to send her back
to you?"

   "I think I'll be just fine by myself, thank you very much," Anthony
joked and hurried out to the camper to get a change of clothing.  By the
time he entered the house, Claire had stretched out on the couch and
appeared to be sleeping.

   "Claire?" he called softly.  Claire opened an eye and looked at him for
a moment before speaking.

   "I'm awake," she said.  "I'm just really tired.  One of us drove most of
the way here."

   "I would have gladly taken over if you had just..."

   "Never mind.  I'm kidding.  Go...  take your shower."

   "Okay.  Thanks," Anthony said and wandered down the hallway to the
bathroom.

   I wonder what Denise looks like now?  he wondered, curious as to how the
past ten years had treated his one-time crush.  He took a tiny detour,
feeling slightly guilty as he pushed open the door to what he assumed was
Denise's bedroom.

   Nice, he thought as he walked into a world of frilly bedspreads and
pastel colors.  He sat on the bed and looked around, spotting what appeared
to be a family portrait.

   Still as good-looking as ever, he realized, looking at the picture.  Why
did I ever let myself mess that up?  he asked regretfully.  Claire says she
liked me and I...  I was too damn scared to ask her out.  Too bad that
never worked out.

   Work, oh shit.  Anthony put the picture back on the night table and
hurried to the bathroom, realizing he had spent nearly twenty minutes in
Denise's bedroom.  She'll be home pretty soon, but there's still enough
time for a shower, Anthony hoped.

   Anthony was once again distracted as he entered the bathroom,
overpowered by the scent of perfume and the natural scent a woman seems to
leave behind her.  Spying a pair of panties tossed carelessly into a
corner, Anthony picked up the flimsy material, rubbing it between his
fingers.  With a quick glance around the tiny room, as if someone might be
watching, Anthony brought the material to his nose, inhaling deeply.

   Pussy, his cock seemed to scream, immediately leaping to attention. 
Anthony's right hand dropped to his prick and he began pumping his
erection, still holding the pungent material against his face.

   Stop it, he said to himself.  This would be a perfect way to get caught.
Denise comes home from a long day at work and finds her sister crashed on
the couch and me jacking off in the bathroom.  Talk about a way to make a
good first...

   "What the fuck!"

   Anthony's eyes popped open, immediately focusing on a familiar, yet
entirely enraged face.

   "Denise," he said weakly, his hand still pumping slowly on his cock.  He
saw a flash of motion from the doorway as Claire ran into the room, unaware
of the blur of Denise's bat until it was too late.

   *****

   "Anthony?  Are you okay?"

   What the fuck happened to me?  I feel like I got run over by a train.

   "Anthony?  Can you hear me?"

   Anthony heard someone calling his name and slowly opened his eyes,
squinting as stars flashed in front of his face.

   "Turn off the lights.  Too bright."

   Quickly the room was dark, and Anthony dared open his eyes wider.  The
room wasn't completely black and he could see the concerned faces of Claire
and Denise.

   "What happened?" Anthony asked.  The last thing he remembered was
walking into the bathroom, and then it was a blur of screaming and pain.

   "You were...  I didn't know anyone was in the house," Denise explained,
blushing pink at the memory of something, Anthony wasn't sure what.

   "So?  What happened to me?  Why do I feel like my head was in a vice."

   "That's my fault," Claire said.  "I thought I'd left something in the
camper and didn't hear Denise pull into the driveway.  By the time I caught
up to her she was already swinging the baseball bat at you."

   "I'm sorry," said Denise.

   "Ouch.  That explains things, I guess."

   "What are you doing here?" Denise asked, looking from Anthony to her
sister and back again.  "I mean...  what are you doing here?  You were the
last person I expected to see, and Claire wasn't too far down that list."

   "I'm...  I don't know where to start," Anthony admitted, looking to
Claire for help.  "You know what?  I'm really just the delivery boy in all
this.  I think Claire should really tell you what's been going on."

   "Claire?" asked Denise, looking to her sister for an explanation.

   "Fine, I suppose I'd better."

   "Good," said Anthony.  "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a huge headache,
so I think I'm going to grab some aspirin and head out to my camper to
sleep this off, and then I'll be out of your hair."

   "No, you can't go!" said Denise abruptly.  "I mean, I feel really bad
about what happened.  Do you have to run off, or could you at least stay a
while?"

   "I suppose I could," Anthony answered after thinking for a moment.  "So
I'll just be out in the camper."

   "Nonsense," said Claire.  "Denise, can't he just crash in your bed?"

   "Sure," Denise answered, nodding her approval to Anthony.

   "Fine," he said, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.  "Just as long
as I get some aspirin."

   A few moments later, happily drugged and still feeling a bit woozy from
the blow to the head, Anthony crawled into Denise's bed while the two
sisters talked in the living room.  Quicker than he would have thought
possible, Anthony found himself drifting off to sleep once again.

   *****

   When Anthony awoke once more it was dark outside.  What time is it?  he
wondered, glancing around the bedroom for a clock.  Ten o'clock?  Fuck. 
I'm never going to be able to get to sleep at a decent hour, what with all
the little naps I've been getting today.

   Sighing with resignation, knowing that he was in for a long two days of
driving if he wanted to be in Seattle by midnight on Saturday, Anthony got
up, stretching his arms as he stood.  Deciding to see if anyone was still
awake, Anthony opened the bedroom door as quietly as he could and walked to
the living room, almost stepping on the sleeping form of Henry, who had
sprawled across the hallway carpet.

   Before he was able to call out a greeting, he saw Claire and Denise
sitting beside each other on the couch.  Claire had obviously been crying
and even her older sister looked a bit worse for wear.  Anthony pulled
back, not wanting to eavesdrop on their private conversation, but curious
nonetheless.

   "He just turned out to be a bastard," Claire said softly, and for a
moment Anthony feared Claire might have told Denise his demands to see her
tits.

   "Well, I'm glad you left him," Denise said and Anthony breathed a sigh
of relief as he realized they were talking about Claire's abusive
boyfriend. He was about to step into the room when Claire spoke up.

   "Denise?" she asked.  "What do you think about Anthony?"

   "Why?  You know how I feel about him.  I don't think he's ever noticed
me his entire life, except when I walked in on him tonight...  that sure
seemed to catch his attention."

   "That and the bat in your hand.  I think that got his attention," Claire
laughed.

   "Ugh.  Don't remind me.  I'm so embarrassed.  And to think I used to
think he'd want me, now he must really think I'm stupid.  As if he didn't
before."

   "Sis?  I don't think he thinks that at all."

   "How could he not?"

   "Well, we had a few hours together while driving here and the way he
talked about you.  He as much as said he had a thing for you in high
school."

   "Did you tell him how I felt?" Denise asked, and Anthony could hear her
voice rise in panic.

   "Yeah."

   "What!"

   "Well, not until after I got him to tell me how much of a crush he had
on you.  Actually I kind of told him I knew."

   "You knew?"

   "Jeez!  I was almost ten years old when he came around tutoring you.  I
saw the way you looked at him and how he looked at you.  I noticed stuff."

   "Sorry."

   "That's okay, but Denise, you really need to make a move on him if you
want him to know how you feel.  It's kind of fate, right?  It's not as if
the two of you kept in contact after high school and now one day he
suddenly appears?  Go for it."

   "Claire, it's not like he'll just jump into bed with me.  I don't think
he's like that at all."

   Little do you know, grinned Anthony from the dark hallway.

   "Please," scoffed Claire.  "He's a guy, you're a hot chick.  Why
wouldn't he?"

   "But...  but I just...  what you were saying earlier...  you think he
had a thing for me?"

   "I'm pretty sure he still does," Claire answered.

   "What makes you think that?" her sister asked, her nervous excitement
obvious.

   "Well, the first thing was just how he talks about you," Claire
answered. "He seemed kind of depressed you know, when he picked me up, but
when we realized we knew each other it was like he couldn't wait to talk
about you.  His whole face just lit up.  Then when he dropped me off he
seemed kind of sad to go, like he wanted to see you, so I said he should
hang out until you got here, and he jumped at the chance.  And then there's
the obvious," Claire smirked.

   "What?"

   "You're kidding right?  Those weren't my panties he had his nose buried
in when you barged into the bathroom."

   Oh shit, groaned Anthony, trying to decide whether to break up the
conversation by walking into the living room, or just run out to the camper
and drive off.

   "What?"

   "You didn't see that?  Oh my God.  He had a pair of your panties in his
hand, rubbing it all over his face, and his dick in his other hand.  He was
jerking off thinking about you!"

   "No," Denise whispered and for a moment Anthony thought she might be
angry, but her face quickly turned into a nervous smile.  "He was? 
Really?"

   "Oh yeah," Claire nodded.  "And did you see the size of his dick?"

   "Well...  yes," smiled Denise.

   "Nice, huh?"

   "I guess."

   "You guess?  Trust me, it was nice."

   "Was it really that good?" Denise asked, and Anthony and Claire looked
at her in curiosity.  Bizarre, Anthony thought.  It doesn't sound like
she's seen that many dicks in her day.  Good for her.

   Claire seemed to have the same thoughts.

   "You're joking again, right?" she asked and tried to stifle a laugh as
her sister shook her head.  "How many dicks have you seen?" she asked.

   "How many have you seen?" Denise asked.

   "Enough to know the difference."

   "How many?" Denise asked.

   "I don't know...  real life?  Bobby, Gary, Mike..." her voice trailed
off for a moment.  "Seven."

   "Seven!" Denise looked shocked and amused at the same time.  "Slut," she
said primly.

   "Bitch," Claire joked back.  "Why?  How many have you seen?  In real
life, not pornos."

   "Don't laugh?" Denise asked.

   "Promise."

   "One.  Total."

   "What?" Claire seemed scandalized by this piece of information.  "Whose
dick have you seen?"

   "Well, remember Terry Taylor from the neighborhood?"

   "Terry Taylor!"

   "I said don't laugh.  It was after band practice during eighth grade. 
This was before I grew out of my shell, and Terry was just as shy as I
was."

   "And?"

   "Well, geez...  anyway, we compared parts."

   "Did he have a boner?" Claire giggled.  "Did you touch his wee wee?"

   "God, you're still such a brat," Denise said and Anthony thought the
conversation was over, but Claire still had something on her mind.

   "Wait a minute.  Are you telling me you're a virgin?"

   "No."

   "But you just said you'd only seen one dick."

   "Yeah, that's true, but it was...  it was after prom and it was dark
outside."

   "Prom?  You mean you and Gary?" Claire asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Wow.  Who'd have thought little Miss Popular was really the Ice Queen."

   "Shut up, just because I don't drop and spread 'em for any guy that
asks."

   "I do not!"

   "Seems like it."

   Not wanting to interrupt the sisters' fight, Anthony had decided to
return to the bedroom and was slowly backing away when he caught the edge
of his heel on Henry's tail as the dog lay sleeping.

   Suddenly the canine was howling with pain and Anthony grimaced, knowing
the girls would certainly know he had been standing there, especially if he
waited much longer to make his presence known.

   The furious barking and howling had caused a pause in the girls'
conversation and Anthony took that moment to make his official entrance.

   "Hey," he said, waving a hand in the air in apology.  "I stepped on
Henry," he added unnecessarily.

   "Oh, hi," said Claire, giving her sister a sidelong glance.  Am I
imagining things, Anthony wondered, or did I just see Denise giving my dick
a quick glance.

   "Um...  hi there," Denise said, blushing mightily as her eyes had indeed
inadvertently dropped momentarily to the crotch of Anthony's slacks.

   "What's up?" Anthony asked.  He grabbed a chair and sat down opposite
the couch.

   "Um, nothing.  Not really much at all," stammered Denise.

   "We were just talking about stuff," Claire said, more at ease with the
situation.  She giggled quietly as she realized how mortified her older
sister was to have almost been caught.

   "Oh?" Anthony asked casually.  "What kind of stuff?"

   "Yours!" she laughed.  Anthony pretended to be confused, but couldn't
help but laugh along as he and Claire watched Denise's face quickly move
from pink to bright red as she flushed hotly.

   "Shut up," she hissed quietly, which only brought on another round of
laughter from her sister.

   "Okay," Anthony finally said as he stood.  "I think some people need
some sleep.  I know I do.  I just wanted to see if anyone was still up.  I
feel pretty good and I think if you don't mind I'll sleep out in the camper
tonight.  You can have your bed back," he said to Denise, "and I'll be able
to get an early start tomorrow."

   "Are you sure?" Denise asked.  "I'll gladly spend the night on the
couch. Please, take the bed."

   "What about me?" Claire asked, looking around the small, one-bedroom
house.  "Where will I sleep?"

   "You could sleep in the Winnebago," Anthony offered, pleased at the
suddenly happy expression on Claire's face.

   "That would be cool," she enthused.  "Does the television get decent
reception?"

   "I suppose so," Anthony guessed.  "I've never really watched anything on
it." Just myself fucking dozens of women, he didn't add.

   "Is that okay with you?" Denise asked.

   "Oh sure, it's fine."

   "Great," Claire said, jumping up from the couch.  "Let me get some
clothes and I'll be out of here.  Is it okay if I take another shower?" she
asked.

   "Sure," Anthony said, receiving a surprised glance from Denise.

   "It was nothing," Claire added, also seeing her sister's disapproving
look.

   "Really?" Denise said.  "And where was Anthony during the shower."

   "In bed," Anthony jumped in, grimacing as he realized how that might
sound.

   "Uh huh," Denise said and Anthony and Claire held their breaths until
Denise finally burst out laughing.

   "Huh?" Claire asked.

   "I'm just kidding with you.  Gotcha!" Denise laughed.  Claire just shook
her head and began to walk out of the room.  As she reached the doorway she
suddenly turned and walked back to Anthony, leaning down and giving him a
small peck on cheek.

   "Thanks again," she said as she rifled through her new clothing
purchases, still scattered on the living room floor.

   "No problem.  Have a good rest."

   "I will.  Thanks for letting me use the camper!" she called as she ran
out the door.

   "Nice girl," he commented.

   "She is," Denise said.  "I just wish I could be around for her more than
I have been."

   Denise went on to explain how things had been bad at home, and the
divorce of her parents only magnified things between them and herself.

   "That was one of the reasons I moved out here," she said.  "It was hard
at first.  But...  it's okay though, I guess."

   "So tell me about you," Anthony interjected.  "What's new with you?"

   The two went on to talk and before Anthony knew it he glanced at the
clock surprised to see it was nearing midnight.  This is too bizarre, he
said to himself.  I'm falling for this girl all over again.  She's smart,
funny, beautiful.  I just can't let her go again.

   Eventually the conversation turned to Anthony's trip, but he was forced
to be evasive.

   "I don't know.  It's just something...  kind of a job opportunity.  I
don't know if it will pay off at all in the long run, but it's been fun. 
But tell me about Claire.  She seemed to have a rougher time at home than
you did, or maybe she just hasn't been able to break free?"

   "I don't know what to do," admitted Denise, shaking her head in
surrender.  "I give up.  This was at least the third bad relationship she's
been in since high school.  Mom and Dad don't seem to care and I'm fifteen
hours away from home.  I just...  I don't know what to do."

   "You'll do fine," Anthony said, patting her on the arm.  "You're a smart
girl."

   "Yeah, but not so smart that I didn't need you as a tutor," she laughed.

   "Hey, that was physics.  That doesn't count.  It's like algebra...  how
often have you used either of them in the real world."

   "Just about less than never," Denise laughed.

   "Exactly," Anthony said, surprising himself with a rather large yawn. 
"I guess I'm more tired than I thought," he said.

   "Don't let me keep you up.  I know you have a long drive ahead of you."

   "Yeah, I wish I didn't.  I had a good time tonight."

   "Really?  I did too."

   "It was fun.  I mean, excluding the whole baseball bat incident.  That
kind of sucked."

   "I said I was sorry," Denise groused.  "Besides, it's not every day I
find a naked man in my bathroom."

   Especially not one who's jerking off smelling your panties, right? 
Anthony thought in response.

   "That's kind of a caveman attitude though.  Bop him on the head and drag
him home, right?"

   "Exactly," Denise agreed.  "I wish it was that easy to meet someone,"
she sighed.

   "Hey, don't worry about that.  You'll find someone," Anthony said,
reaching over to rest his hand on her thigh.  He felt her begin to move
against him, but he abruptly pulled away.  Too soon!  his brain screamed at
him.  "I...  I think I'll hit the sack too," he said.  "Are you sure about
sleeping on the couch?"

   "Yeah, don't worry.  I'll be fine," Denise said.  "It's the least I can
do."

   "Okay.  Well, I appreciate it," Anthony said, leaning down to kiss
Denise on the cheek.  Denise was unaware of his attentions and turned her
head to say something else when their lips met for the briefest of moments.

   Anthony felt a shock run though his body and he quickly pulled away.

   "Sorry," he said.

   "Oh, well.  Yeah," Denise stammered.  "Have a good night, I guess."

   "You too," Anthony said.  He stood there a moment, staring at the girl
he'd been in love with for a decade, the girl he'd let slip away before,
the girl he now knew felt the same way as he did.  "Good night," he finally
said and walked out of the living room.

   Idiot!  he scolded himself as he lay in bed alone.  She wanted you, but
you're such the gentleman.  Don't you remember what this week is supposed
to be about?  he questioned.  But this is different.  This is something
that could be...  forever.

   Sleep was a long time coming for Anthony that night, and what rest he
was able to get was unsatisfying and once again cut short.

   Chapter Six Saturday

   "Anthony, wake up."

   "Huh?" Anthony opened one eye, groaning when saw it was only a bit past
three in the morning.

   "Wake up."

   "Who is it?"

   "It's me."

   "Who?"

   "Denise."

   Anthony rolled over to face the sound of Denise's voice.  The room was
dark, but he could just make out her silhouette as she stood in the
doorway. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but he soon
realized he was sleeping in her bedroom.

   "What do you want?  Do you want the bed?" he asked.  "Was the couch a
little uncomfortable after all?"

   "It's not that." Denise paused and Anthony watched as she began biting
nervously on a fingernail.

   "What?"

   "Can I come in?"

   "Yes, please.  It's your room."

   "Thanks." Denise moved to the bed and Anthony could feel the smooth
swell of her hip brush against his thigh as she sat down next to his prone
form.

   "What is it?" he asked gently.

   "I'm...  could I sleep here tonight?"

   Hell yeah you can, Anthony thought, but quickly shook that thought from
his mind.

   "Sure, let me grab my clothes and I'll go out to the couch." Anthony
made a move as if to sit up, but Denise quickly put her hand on his chest.

   "Wait.  No, the couch was part of it, it was really uncomfortable."

   "Then I'll sleep on the floor in the living room.  Hang on and I'll be
out of here in a second."

   "No...  wait...  that wasn't all...  I want to sleep with you.  Not like
that," she said when Anthony's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "I...  I just
want to feel someone next to me, you know?"

   "Are you sure?" Anthony asked, knowing this would be a difficult night.

   "Really sure.  Claire...  Claire told me about your talk, about... 
about you and me, and...  God, I don't know how to say this."

   "It's okay if you don't feel the same way," Anthony said, knowing full
well she felt exactly the same as he did.

   "No, that's not it.  I do like you, but never thought you'd seen me as
anything but a stupid girl who needed help with her homework."

   "I never thought that," Anthony whispered.  He pulled back the covers,
remembering too late he was naked beneath the covers.  "Oops, sorry," he
blushed, quickly covering himself.  "Let me get some shorts."

   "Don't bother," Denise said nonchalantly, although Anthony could see her
eyes darting to his covered crotch.  "I don't mind if you don't," she
laughed and Anthony watched as Denise pulled her shirt over her head.  She
was naked beneath the long nightshirt and Anthony groaned as he got his
first look at her body.

   "Oh God," he moaned.  "Are you sure?  This could be hard."

   "It's already hard," Denise giggled, sliding under the covers beside
him. "Besides, we're both adults here."

   "So what are we doing?" Anthony asked, suddenly nervous.

   "I'm not throwing myself at you," Denise explained.  "I just want to
feel you next to me.  Can you do that, or was Claire right?  Do you try to
screw any woman you meet?"

   Only on this trip, but not tonight, Anthony promised himself.

   "I'll be good," he answered.

   "Okay, then give me a hug." Denise opened her arms, reaching out to
Anthony who quickly met her embrace and pulled her tight.  He felt her soft
breasts mash into his chest, her nipples poking against his own.  To his
chagrin his erection bumped against her hip and Denise giggled as the
turgid flesh pressed into her soft buttocks as she turned away from him.

   "Sorry," he said.  I'm never going to be able to fall asleep with her in
my bed.

   "Don't apologize.  Just go to sleep."

   "Right, like I can fall asleep with a beautiful naked woman next to me."

   "You're going to have to, I'm about ready to drop right now I'm so
tired."

   "Okay," Anthony sighed.  He lay there for what seemed like hours,
listening to the gentle rhythm of Denise's breathing.  She had indeed
easily fallen asleep and much to Anthony's surprise he found himself
drifting off, where he dreamed of nothing but her.

   *****

   Anthony awoke later that morning just as the light from the window
streamed across his face.  He squinted, again distracted by his
surroundings.  To his embarrassment he found that sometime during the night
he and Denise had become intertwined and his left hand was now thrown over
her body and was cupping one of her breasts.

   He tried to pull away slowly, but her left arm was lying on top of his
and he was effectively trapped in place.  Oh well.  I could be in a worse
position, I guess.

   As the still sleeping Denise breathed, Anthony could feel the weight of
her breast press into his palm and he reflexively squeezed.  Her breast was
soft in his hand, the smooth cone of flesh a firm mass tipped with the pale
pink nipple.  He squeezed again, feeling the nipple contract between his
fingers, tightening and lengthening, the skin rough and textured compared
with the rest of her tit.

   Squeezing once more, Anthony felt the globes of Denise's ass push back
against his groin, his morning erection already standing at attention.  His
shaft slipped into the crevice between her cheeks and he felt the heat of
her pussy as he shifted his hips, his prick slipping lower and bumping
against the bottom of her pussy.

   Anthony grinned as his sleeping partner moaned quietly in her sleep, her
hips rolling gently against his erection.  He cocked his hips once more,
forcing his erection to slip between Denise's thighs, sliding between the
fat outer lips of her pussy.  He grinned, imagining the view from the other
side of the bed.  His hand on her breast, his cock poking out from her
pussy like a tiny penis.  He pushed forward gently, feeling as her moist
labia slid along his shaft.

   "What are you doing?" Denise's quiet voice asked, and Anthony froze in
place.

   He tried to return his breathing to the deep steady breaths of sleep,
hoping Denise would be fooled.

   "Anthony, I know you're awake.  What are you doing?" she asked again.

   "God, I'm sorry," he said softly.  "I woke up like this and couldn't...
I couldn't help myself."

   "Don't apologize.  I just need to know if this is serious," Denise said.

   "I...  oh God...  it is serious," he answered.  Denise giggled softly,
pushing her ass back against him.

   "I know this part of you is serious," she teased, tightening her thighs
around Anthony's prick.  "But are you serious?  I don't just jump into bed
with any guy who comes along, you know."

   "Not unless he has a big camper, right?" Anthony laughed, breathing a
sigh of relief as he realized Denise wasn't upset, or didn't appear to be.

   "Mmm...  not even then."

   "Why me?" Anthony asked, gasping quietly as he felt Denise reach down
between her legs, brushing her fingers over the spongy head of his cock.

   "I've been in love with you for years," she answered.  Denise moaned in
pleasure as she shifted in bed, the new angle pushing the tip of his cock
against her clit.  She sighed, rocking back and forth against him as they
pressed their bodies together.

   "Me too," Anthony sighed.  He squeezed her breast once more before
releasing it from his grasp.  He reached up, gently stroking his fingertips
over Denise's soft lips.  She tilted her head towards his face and their
lips met.  Oh God, he thought.  Her lips are softer than I would have
imagined.

   Anthony felt a spark shoot between their mouths as they kissed, her
tongue slipping between her lips to meet his, as slippery flesh moved
insistently against slippery flesh.  Anthony felt her hot breath as she
opened her mouth to him, and the two spend many minutes exploring each
other's mouths, content for the moment.

   Soon enough, Anthony realized Denise wanted more as he felt her legs
part slightly and her cool hand grasped his erection, pushing it against
the opening to her pussy.

   "Go slow," she said as she tried to force him into her tight tunnel. 
"I've done this, but it was a long time ago."

   "I'll be careful," Anthony promised.  He broke their embrace, rolling
Denise onto her back and positioning himself between her parted thighs.  He
could see the wetness on her upper thighs and swabbed the head of his prick
between her outer lips to lubricate himself.

   She's so wet, Anthony thought, amazed at how slippery her flesh felt
against his cock.  Her pussy was so hot against his flesh Anthony imaged he
could see heat waves emanating from it.

   Anthony pushed forward, feeling the tip of his prick wedge firmly
between her outer lips, and they both groaned at the contact.

   "Are you sure about this?" Anthony asked.

   "Very sure," Denise hissed, pushing up against him, willing him deeper
into her body.

   Anthony nodded quickly and steadily pushed forward.  Denise gasped as
she felt herself spreading wide to accept his shaft.

   "Wait," she panted, pounding a fist against his chest.  "Hold on.  Let
me get used to you."

   Anthony paused, the grip of her cunt unlike anything he had ever felt.
She's as tight as a vice, he thought, amazed at the pressure against his
shaft.  She wasn't kidding that she hasn't done this for a while!

   "Okay, go ahead," Denise said after a few moments.  Anthony nodded,
pressing himself more fully into her warm sheath until finally he was
completely inside.

   "Oh fuck," he moaned as he felt their pubic hair mash together.  His
balls brushed the lower lips of her cunt and Anthony felt Denise shudder as
his cock flexed inside her pussy.

   Suddenly Denise started giggling and Anthony groaned as he felt her
pussy spasm around his prick with each laugh.

   "What?" he asked.

   "I'm just happy," she sighed.  "Don't you ever laugh when you're happy?"

   In response Anthony slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, drawing not
a giggle but a sigh of disappointment from Denise.

   "What?" he asked again.

   "Nothing.  Put it back.  I feel...  empty."

   "Gladly," Anthony said, pressing steadily forward again until he was
once more buried in her tunnel.

   "That's it," Denise sighed, wrapping her arms around Anthony's neck. 
"That's where you belong."

   She's right, he thought.  This does feel like home.

   More insistently now, Anthony repeated the process, withdrawing slowly
and steadily pressing his erection deep into her hot wetness.  The two
quickly built up a steady rhythm as Denise locked her legs around his hips,
pulling Anthony more deeply inside her.

   "Yes," she hissed as Anthony dipped his head down to her chest.  He
captured a nipple between his teeth and began sucking and biting at the
rubbery flesh.  Anthony almost screamed as he felt Denise's fingernails dig
into his shoulders, but only increased the pace of his thrusting.

   "I'm going to cum soon," he warned.

   "Do it," Denise hissed, her hips slamming up to meet his frantic
thrusting.

   Anthony nodded, his hands planted on the bed on either side of her head
as he thrust powerfully ahead.  He could feel the semen shooting through
his shaft and suddenly he was there, exploding into her pussy as he coated
the insides of her tunnel with his sticky sperm.

   "Oh shit," he said.  "Here it is."

   Denise just held him more tightly as his orgasm abated, her eyes bright
with excitement.  He rested against the soft pillows of her breasts for a
few minutes before regaining his strength.

   "I'm sorry," he said, pulling himself up onto his elbows to better
support his weight.  "I'm heavy, aren't I?"

   "Yes," Denise sighed.  "But I like it.  It makes me feel wanted. 
Needed."

   "You are.  I do.  I love you, Denise."

   "I love you, too."

   Anthony leaned down and the two kissed for a moment, their lips pressing
together tightly.  Denise moaned as Anthony's prick finally softened enough
to slip from her pussy's grip, looking at him curiously as he slid down the
bed to kneel between her legs.

   "What are you doing?" she whispered as his hands gently stroked the soft
inner flesh of her thighs.

   "You didn't cum," Anthony explained, wiping a finger through the puffy
red lips of her pussy.  "I want you to cum."

   "Oh," Denise answered.  "Oh!" she exclaimed when she felt Anthony's
tongue swipe over the sensitive flesh of her pussy.

   Anthony could taste Denise's sweet excretions mixed with his semen as he
lapped at her tender pussy.  He was careful to be gentle, knowing she must
be sensitive, but wanted...  needed for her to get as much pleasure from
this as he could.  I've been such a bastard all week, he though.  I need to
do something nice for her.

   "Oh Anthony, right there.  Right there!" Denise chanted as Anthony snuck
a finger into her slippery cunt.  He thrust in gently, reaching around
until finding the rough patch of skin that was her most sensitive spot, and
brushed against it time and again.

   Anthony continued licking at the tangy pussy, eventually teasing
Denise's clitoris out of its hood as he pushed one, then two fingers into
her slippery hole.  Denise was panting above him, her hands pulling roughly
at her nipples as he attended to her pussy.  Suddenly he felt Denise's legs
clamp around his neck and a the muscles in her pussy fluttered wildly
around his fingers and tongue.

   Denise screamed as her orgasm overtook her, her voice thin as she wailed
her pleasure.

   "Holy shit," Anthony said.

   Denise giggled.  "I should have warned you I can be pretty loud when I
get really excited.  Come here," she said, pulling him up to once again lay
on top of her body.  "Give me a kiss."

   Once more the two kissed passionately, each tasting their essence on the
other's lips until finally Anthony rolled off, embracing Denise in his
arms. It was still early and the two drifted to sleep, exhausted from their
lovemaking.

   *****

   Anthony once more woke from his slumber with his hand wrapped around a
soft breast, his legs tangled together with Denise's.  God, I could get
used to this, he thought.  He was considering waking up Denise to see about
cooking up some breakfast together when he heard a sound outside the
bedroom door.

   "Anthony," Claire called, knocking on the door before pushing it open a
crack.  Have you seen Denise anywhere?  I need to talk to...  oh my God. 
Sorry!  Sorry!"

   "What was that?" Denise asked who had slept through the whole thing.

   "That was Claire," Anthony said with a wry smile.

   "What did she want?" Denise asked, not realizing her sister had walked
in on the two of them.

   "Well...  I think she wanted to talk with you, but then she saw me.  And
you.  You and me, together and she kind of freaked."

   "Oh no."

   "Yeah.  I don't think she was as much upset as she was surprised."

   "Maybe.  Still," Denise groaned, throwing her legs over the edge of the
bed and standing.  "I better go talk to her."

   Anthony didn't move, instead watching as Denise gracefully walked around
the bed, retrieving her hurriedly removed nightshirt from early that
morning.

   "What?" she asked, noticing Anthony's gaze.

   "Nothing," he said.  "You're beautiful.  Stunning.  You should model
women's underwear," he said, feeling as his prick started to swell.

   "Down boy," Denise laughed, frowning slightly.  "I had a cousin in
Wisconsin who applied at a Victoria's Secret, but she didn't get hired. 
She's really cute, curly brown hair and green eyes.  If she couldn't get a
job, there's no way I would."

   "Whatever, I think you're gorgeous," Anthony maintained.

   Denise laughed, squeezing her legs together.  "You're just saying that
because I have your cum dripping down between my thighs," she joked.  "God,
I need a shower."

   "I'm up for it," Anthony said.

   "No, stay here," she said, shaking her head.  "I better go talk to
Claire first."

   "Like that?"

   "She knows anyway, right?"

   "Do you want me there?" Anthony asked, preparing to get dressed quickly
if needed.

   "No.  This should be a talk between sisters."

   "Okay.  If you're sure, but don't forget to get me when you're ready to
shower.  I can help you get at those hard to reach places," he teased.

   "You're telling me!  I'm still a little sore from last night," Denise
admitted.

   "Really?" Anthony grimaced.  "I'm sorry.  You should have said
something."

   "No!  No...  it's not like that.  It's a good kind of sore.  Makes me
think of why I feel the way I do."

   "How's that?" Anthony asked.

   "Fulfilled," Denise answered.

   "Good.  Me too."

   Denise bent down to kiss Anthony, moaning as he reached out to flick her
still erect nipple through the thin nightshirt.

   "Hurry back," he said and waved as she went to talk with her sister.

   Anthony lay in bed for a moment, content to revel in the scents and
memories of his recent lovemaking with Denise.  I should really get up, he
groaned.  It's getting close to noon and I still have twenty hours of
driving before I get to Seattle.  He realized that if he drove for ten
hours each of the remaining two days of the contest he would just barely
make it.  But do I really want to finish the contest?  Anthony wasn't sure.

   Eventually Anthony decided he'd had enough rest and crawled out of bed.
He decided not to bathe, remembering Denise's promise of a shower together,
and threw on a pair of sweats and t-shirt and opened the door to see what
the girls were up to.  He again walked to the living room, pausing at the
door when he heard bits of an anxious conversation.

   "Tell me," Denise pleaded with her sister.

   "No."

   "Claire, this is important.  What's wrong?"

   "I don't want to talk about it."

   "But why?  Why should I make him leave?  What's wrong?"

   "Forget I said anything.  You're a grownup.  You can make your own
decisions without me."

   Shit, Anthony thought.  He scanned his memory, trying to think of
anything he might have said or done to annoy Claire but came up empty. 
Unless this is about me making her show me her tits back in Omaha, but she
didn't make it seem like that was big deal to her.  Oh well, he sighed. 
Better just go in there and face the music.

   "Hey," he said as he walked into the living room.  Anthony grabbed a
chair and sat opposite the two girls.  As he sat he bumped his head lightly
and grimaced, reaching up to rub the still tender lump on his head.

   "Oh shit.  How are you feeling?" asked Denise.  "I'm sorry again, I
didn't know it was you and..."

   "Don't worry about it, you more than made it up to me." Anthony laughed,
grimacing slightly at the pain he still felt.  "But I have to admit you've
got a mean swing there.  I think maybe the Orioles could use you, but it's
understandable."

   "The Orioles?" Claire asked, being drawn into the conversation despite
herself.

   "Baseball team.  Your sister could hit cleanup for them in a heartbeat."

   "Cleanup?" she asked again.

   "The cleanup hitter is the player who hits fourth in the lineup, usually
to get the most RBIs he can."

   "Arby eyes, like the roast beef sandwich?" Claire asked.  Anthony
started to answer but quickly stopped when he saw Denise give her sister a
shove in the ribs with her elbow.

   "Stop it," she hissed before turning to Anthony.  "She's just messing
with you.  For some reason she'd acting like a little kid again.  Claire
actually played softball in high school."

   "Sorry," Claire said, sounding to Anthony as if she was anything but
apologetic.

   "Oh man," Anthony groaned.  "You guys are sure a headache.  I should
have left you in Omaha," he teased, trying to draw Claire out of her funk.

   "You couldn't have left me," Claire shot back.  "You hadn't seen my...
never mind."

   Tits, thought Anthony, cringing as Denise turned to her younger sister.

   "Before he saw your...  what?  Claire, what's going on?!?"

   "Just forget it," she said, jumping up from the couch and stalking out
of the room.  "Asshole," she hissed at Anthony as she strode past.

   "Jesus, what a brat," Denise complained, shaking her head in wonder at
her sister's antics.  "I'm sorry, something has her really upset at you.  I
don't know what's gotten into her.  Do you?"

   "I...  I don't have any idea," Anthony said, shrugging his shoulders,
knowing that somehow he was the cause of Claire's anger.

   "It's a mystery," agreed Denise.

   Tell her you pussy!  his conscience screamed.  Tell her before you get
in too deep.  But Anthony couldn't, hoping Claire's anger would blow over.

   "So," Anthony said casually.  "How about that shower you promised? 
Still feeling dirty?"

   "You ready to clean me in those hard to reach places?" Denise teased.

   "Damn right I am."

   "Good.  Let's go."

   The two hurried to the bathroom, but when Denise tried the door it was
locked.

   "Claire?" she called.

   "Go away," her sister groused through the closed door.

   "I want to take a shower."

   "Is Anthony with you?"

   "That's none of your business."

   "Is he?" Claire asked again.

   "I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into her," Denise whispered to
Anthony before turning to face the door.  "Yes, he's with me," she spoke
loudly.

   "Go away."

   "God, sometimes I just want to strangle that girl," said Denise, her
hands making tiny fists as she pounded against the door.

   "I said go away."

   "It's okay," said Anthony, pulling Denise away from the door.  "We don't
have to shower.  I think maybe we should talk."

   "About what?" Denise asked.

   "About us."

   "Oh."

   "Come on," Anthony said, leading the two of them back to the living
room. He sat down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him.  Denise
sat beside him, leaning close against his chest, her hair tickling the side
of his face as he talked.

   "What's happening?" he asked.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, what's happening between the two of us?  I haven't seen you in
more than ten years, and suddenly we're...  what are we?"

   "In love?" Denise asked in a small voice.

   "Are we?  I mean...  you said you had a thing for me back in high
school, and I know I was head over heels for you, but..."

   "But what?"

   "That was more than ten years ago," Anthony repeated, frustrated he
wasn't able to make his point.  "I don't know...  I'd expected to see you
and it would be nice, but I'd realize that it was a good thing we'd never
hooked up, because you'd be different than you were and we'd see how
fortunate we both were...  I don't know.  It's just..."

   "Perfect?  As if nothing has changed?"

   "Kind of," Anthony admitted.

   "Because that's how I feel," Denise said, turning to look directly into
Anthony's eyes.  "I used to dream of you.  I wanted you to notice me so bad
it hurt, but you never did.  Or...  I didn't think you did," she blushed.
"And now here you are, and it's just like we'd never been apart.  We're
exactly the same."

   "Well, you're more beautiful than you were in high school," Anthony
said.

   "And you're much more forward."

   "I'm sorry," Anthony said.  If she only realized how forward I've been
lately!

   "No.  I'm glad you are, because I'm still shy.  I have this dream of my
white knight riding up on his white horse, in his shiny armor and sweeping
me off my feet, and you're him!  You're perfect."

   "I'm not perfect," Anthony said.  Far from it.  "So what do we do?" he
asked.  "I have to leave...  soon."

   "Why?"

   I can't tell you.

   "Anthony, why do you have to leave?  What's so important about getting
to Seattle?"

   Anthony sighed.  Should I tell her?  Will it ruin everything?  I don't
care about the contest at all anymore, but it seems stupid to blow any
chance I might have of winning the million dollars.

   "Anthony?"

   "I can't tell you."

   "Why not?" Denise asked suspiciously.  "Please."

   "Denise?" Anthony asked, begging her with his eyes to stop.  "I...  I
just can't tell you.  I will, I promise I'll tell you.  I just...  I can't
right now."

   "This isn't a very good way to..."

   "I know...  this is a horrible way to start a relationship.  Believe me,
you don't know the half of it.  There's just something I have to do in
Seattle, and then I'll be back.  I'll be back by Tuesday night.  Earlier if
I drive straight through."

   "But you promise to tell me?"

   Anthony leaned over and kissed her firmly on the lips.  He felt Denise
resist for a moment before relaxing into his embrace.

   "I promise," he said.  God, I hate to do this, he thought.  But do I
have any other choice?

   Denise suddenly seemed to be her old self.  She had apparently decided
the conversation had run its course and jumped to her feet, dragging
Anthony along by the hand.

   "Where are we going?" he asked as they walked down the hallway.

   "We're going to take that shower whether Claire wants us to or not."

   Anthony slowed suddenly, jerking Denise to a stop.  She looked back at
him in confusion.

   "What?"

   "I have a camper."

   "So?"

   "The camper has a shower."

   "Oh!  So...  you think it's big enough for two of us?" Denise asked, her
eyes lighting up at the prospect.

   "Funny you should ask," he laughed.  "I've been wondering the same thing
all week."

   "Oh?  And who were you planning on showering with, mister?" Denise
teased.  "My sister, perhaps?"

   Maybe, or any number of girls, he thought, thankful that Denise wasn't
really looking for an answer to her question.

   "So, you up for it?" he asked.

   "Are you?" Denise answered, dropping his hand to graze her fingertips
over the front of his pants.  "Hmm," she hummed, feeling nothing
substantial.  "Not yet."

   "Give it time, girl.  Give it time," Anthony laughed.

   Quickly the two grabbed their shoes and ran to the Winnebago.  Anthony
headed for the shower, but Denise seemed stunned by the size of the
house-on-wheels.

   "Wow," she exclaimed.  "This is huge!  Is this really yours?"

   "Yeah," Anthony shrugged.  "It kind of goes along with the job."

   "The job you won't tell me about?  The mystery money-making opportunity?
That one?'

   "That's the one," Anthony grinned.

   "Give me a tour."

   "Okay.  Not much to show really.  Here's the cockpit, the lounging area.
The couch turns into a bed in case there are a few people traveling
together.  The shower..."

   "Goody," clapped Denise.

   "Yeah.  Goody.  The dining area, kitchen, and back there is the
bedroom."

   "Ooh.  Can I see it?"

   "Sure."

   Denise and Anthony walked back to the sleeping area, Denise giving a cry
of surprise when she first saw the large bed and plasma screen television.

   "This is great!" she said.  "Better than my house almost.  Can we watch
a movie or something on the TV after we shower?"

   "Sure," Anthony laughed.  "Anything for you."

   "That's what I like to hear," smiled Denise, kissing him lightly on the
nose.  She stood and casually started removing her clothing and was
practically naked before she noticed Anthony staring at her.

   "Don't mind me," he said.  "I like to look."

   "Well, I do too.  So hurry up and get naked," Denise complained, tugging
at his belt.

   Anthony laughed and stood up from the bed, quickly shedding his shirt
and pants.

   "Satisfied?" he asked, turning in a circle while Denise applauded.  She
looked critically at him, frowning when she noticed his still-flaccid
penis.

   "Almost," she said and pointed to his groin.  "You need to work on that
for me."

   "That won't be a problem," Anthony said, even as his prick began to
swell and elongate.  "Not a problem at all."

   "Mmm...  I can see that.  Come on!" she cried, dragging Anthony out of
the bedroom and into the bathroom.

   Anthony turned on the faucets, hoping there was enough water in the
reserve tanks for a lengthy stay in the shower.  Otherwise we'll get cold
pretty damn quick, he thought.  As soon as the water was hot enough, he
pulled Denise into the shower and quickly went to work soaping up her body.

   "Ooh," she moaned as his hands slipped over the curves of her breasts,
pausing momentarily to tweak her pink nipples.  "I like that."

   Anthony continued downward, running a finger into her tiny belly button,
causing Denise to giggle.  Her merriment soon evaporated as his hands found
the soft folds of her pussy, his fingers teasing along the crease of her
moist slit.

   "You're hot already," he whispered in her ear as he pleasured her from
behind, reaching his arms around her body to touch and tease her wet pussy.

   "I know," she gasped as Anthony slipped a finger into her tight tunnel.
She groaned, thrusting her hips to meet his digit, while reaching her arms
back over her head to clasp around his neck.  Anthony's cock was fully
erect now, and he pressed tightly against her back, feeling the wet globes
of her ass gently caress his shaft.

   "I like that," he said as he teased out the bud of her clit, gently
rubbing it with his thumb.  His cock was wedged against the tight sphincter
of Denise's asshole and he felt her shudder as he grazed against her tight
opening.

   A small tremor passed through Denise's body as his gentle touches
resulted in a tiny orgasm.  She turned, kissing Anthony hotly on the mouth
before reaching out a soapy hand to grasp the red stalk of his penis.

   "So pretty," she coed, sliding her hand up and down the smooth shaft.

   "But dirty," Anthony said, hissing through his teeth as Denise ran her
thumb over the sensitive head of his prick.  His hands quickly returned to
her body, soaping up her ass and thighs, rubbing his chest against her
back, the bubbles from the soap coating their bodies.

   "Am I clean enough, do you think?" Denise panted.

   "Clean enough for what?" he asked.

   "Clean enough to go get dirty again?" she smiled, her eyes heavy with
passion.  Anthony could feel the muscles in her legs twitch as his hands
slid over the taut flesh.

   "I think so," he said.  The two quickly rinsed off, removing the last of
the suds from their bodies and Anthony shut off the water.

   Not bothering to dry off, the two ran to the bedroom, laughing as they
fell together onto the soft cushions of the bed.

   Anthony lay on his back, his cock waving proudly in the air and he
gestured for Denise to crawl over him.

   "Like this?" she teased, wiggling her hips so that her wet pubic hair
brushed against the tip of his erection.

   Anthony groaned, grabbing at Denise's legs to stop her teasing.  He felt
her raise up, the fat tip of his cock impacting against the soft wetness of
her pussy.  He speared through the moist opening, her lips spreading to
accept his girth as Denise slowly slid down his cock, until at last he was
buried completely in her tight pussy.

   "Oh my God," Denise groaned.  "This feels so different than this
morning."

   Anthony once again felt a thousand different muscles twitching around
his cock and almost spurted his seed at that moment, barely managing to
stop himself from erupting in an early orgasm.

   "Go slow," he panted.  "Just do what you want.  I'm so close now it
won't take much, but I'll hold off as long as I can.  I want you to cum for
me.  I want to watch you."

   Think of multiplication tables, Anthony told himself.  Rotted food, road
kill, fat old librarians.  Anything to keep from cumming right now. 
Anthony steeled himself, looking at Denise through squinting eyes as she
road his cock.

   "Feels so good," she panted as her movements sped.  Anthony reached up,
grabbing her tits with each hand as he tugged at her nipples.  Denise
squealed at the sensation and her hand buried itself between their
thrusting bodies.  Anthony could feel her fingers sliding against his cock
as he thrust up.  Denise teased at her wet opening, one hand moving along
the length of her slit, the other furiously rubbing her clit as she neared
orgasm.

   "Oh fuck," she hissed as Anthony felt another tremor wash through her
body.  The inner muscles of her cunt gripped tightly around his shaft and
Denise froze in place.  Suddenly the contractions cleared and once again
she began thrusting wildly against his hips.

   "Here I come," Anthony panted as the first spurt of his cum rocketed
through his shaft.  Surrendering to the sensations, Anthony coated the
insides of her pussy with his cum as jet after jet leaped from his cock.

   Denise continued riding his rapidly dwindling prick, stopping only when
he plopped out of her pussy, their combined juices draining onto his crotch
and thighs.

   "I think we need another shower," he joked, surprised when Denise pulled
him up and back to the bathroom.  "I was joking," he laughed.  "There's
probably not that much water left."

   "Then we'll have to hurry.  I don't want to go back in the house
smelling like...  like this," Denise said.

   The second shower was much quicker as they each washed themselves,
hurrying near the end as the remaining water rapidly turned cool.

   Grabbing a pair of the fluffy towels, Anthony started drying off
Denise's wet body, but she shook her head, taking the towel from him and
working the thick cloth over her skin.

   "Spoil sport," he teased, drying his own body.

   Anthony was sitting on the bed and Denise was just finishing dressing
when they both heard a loud knocking on the door.

   "What is it?" Anthony asked as he opened the door to find a furious
Claire standing outside.

   "Move," she commanded, pushing past Anthony and back into the bedroom.

   "Hey," Denise said happily, a frown rapidly creasing her forehead as she
saw her sister's unhappy appearance.  "What's up?"

   "I'm sorry," Claire apologized, looking only at her sister.  "But you
have to see this.  It's going to break your heart, but it's for your own
good.  I have to do this before you get too attached."

   Shit, Anthony groaned as he spied the tiny video tape in Claire's hand.

   "Wait," he said as he watched in horrified fascination as Claire stuck
the tape in the video camera.  Her finger paused over the play button as
she looked back at him.

   "Last chance," she said.  "You tell her or we all watch some home
videos."

   Denise, he wanted to say.  I was contacted by a strange old man who
offered me a million dollar prize if I could screw the most women in one
week.  That's why I was going to Seattle.  But then I met you after these
years and it doesn't seem all that important.  I'm sorry.

   That's what he wanted to say, instead Anthony sat there, his mouth
frozen shut.  Claire cocked her eyebrow, giving Anthony one last chance,
shaking her head when she saw he couldn't speak.

   "Okay," she shrugged.  "You asked for it." As she turned the player on,
a confused Denise turned to Anthony.

   "What is this?" she asked, her voice shaking with uncertainty.

   "I...  I can't...  oh shit," he tailed off as the picture steadied,
showing an interior shot of a hotel room.

   "My name is Bubbles," the girl on the tape said.

   Anthony sat there, feeling Denise's hand grip tightly on his own as the
girl slowly stripped out of her clothes, her pendulous breasts swaying in
the air.  How can I talk my way out of this?  Anthony wondered, his hopes
sinking as he watched himself walk into camera frame and the girl dropped
to her knees, deep-throating his cock in one attempt.

   Anthony panicked at that moment, tearing away from Denise and heading
toward the door.

   "Anthony, what is this?  Where are you going?" he heard her cry as he
staggered out of the Winnebago.

   Oh God, he moaned.  What do I do now?

   *****

   Too worked up to go back inside the house, and unable to force himself
to face Denise again, Anthony instead walked aimlessly down the street,
ignoring street signs and passersby as he eventually found himself on the
outskirts of town.

   Red Rocks Park - 4 Miles read a sign and Anthony trudged ahead.  Maybe
there's a rock tall enough to jump off, he thought morbidly.

   More than an hour later Anthony, painfully out-of-breath from the steep
climb, sat at the bottom of the large outdoor concert venue located on the
park's grounds.  He stared up at the wall of bleachers and screamed in
frustration, listening as the sound echoed up and out of the natural
amphitheater.

   "What now!?!" he screamed.  There was no answer, only his own voice
screaming his words.  Anthony yelled until he was hoarse, only stopping
when he noticed the shadows lengthening as dusk approached.

   Dejected at the turn of events, Anthony began trudging back down the
hill, past the gift shops and parking lots and headed into town.  He was
trudging along the highway, light with traffic after the mild rush hour,
when he heard a car pull off onto the shoulder behind him.  A horn honked
and Anthony turned to see a man stick his head out through the driver's
side window, waving for him to approach.

   "Yeah?" he asked.

   "Need a lift?" the man asked.

   "I'm good.  It's just a few miles into town."

   "Where are you headed?" the man asked.

   "Just...  back into town."

   "Well, as luck would have it, I am too.  Hop in.  It's no trouble.  I'll
drop you off and you can rest your legs."

   "No, really.  It's fine."

   "I insist," said the man, nodding as if it were a foregone conclusion.

   Sighing in defeat, Anthony walked to the passenger's door and opened it.
Why can't I say no to anyone?  he wondered.

   "So, what brings you to town?" the man asked.

   "Um...  business," Anthony answered.

   "You seem sad.  Are you sure everything is okay?"

   "Sure.  Well...  not really, but it could be worse," Anthony said. 
Denise could have cut off my balls.  Although maybe that wouldn't have been
so bad.  At least it would be done with.

   "Want to talk about it?"

   "No, I wouldn't want to trouble you."

   "Nonsense," the man said as he looked into the rearview mirror before
pulling off to the side of the road.  "It's no trouble at all.  I listen to
people for a living," he continued as he pulled down the zipper of his
light coat.  Underneath Anthony could see the black shirt and clerical
collar typical of a priest.

   "Oh no," he said, shaking his hand vigorously.  "I'm afraid I wasn't
raised in your religion," he said.

   "This isn't a confession," the priest laughed.  "Just tell me what's
troubling you."

   Anthony tried to relax, realizing his hands were balled into fists, and
took a deep breath.

   "I don't want to go into any particulars," he said, looking nervously at
the kindly man, as if fearful he would be immediately reported to the moral
authorities.

   "You don't answer to me," the man said.  "Just tell me what's on your
mind."

   "Okay...  I met this girl and we hit it off.  I mean, we knew each other
from before, a long time ago, but when we met this time...  things just
clicked.  Then she found out about something from my...  from my past and
I'm not sure how she'll react."

   "Have you talked with her?" the priest asked.  Anthony looked down,
unable to look the man in the eye.

   "No," he said, shaking his head.  "And the problem is that she doesn't
really know the whole story behind what she thinks she knows.  But it
doesn't matter.  I know how she'll react."

   "Do you?  Because that's a gift I wish I had.  To know someone that
well...  that's a blessing."

   "You know what I mean," said Anthony, glancing up to see a smile on the
man's face.

   "Is what you did so bad?"

   "Maybe.  Yes.  Probably.  I guess so," he answered.  The man laughed,
patting Anthony on the leg.

   "I'm sure it's one of those.  It almost always is.  What's important for
you is to decide which is more important.  What you did or what you might
have with the girl."

   "So what should I do?"

   "Ah...  that's the question.  Talk.  Talk can never hurt.  You may be
right.  Maybe the two of you won't be able to handle what you've done, but
you may be surprised."

   "I suppose you're right," Anthony said.  "Wait...  here's the street. 
You can just drop me off here.  It's only a couple more blocks." Anthony
sighed as the car slowed to a stop.  He stepped out of the car, turning to
shake the man's hand before slamming the door closed behind him.

   "Thanks," he said.

   "You're welcome," the man answered.

   Anthony watched as the man pulled back onto the highway, turning back
the same direction he had come from.  I thought the guy was heading into
town, Anthony mused, and turned back and walked the short distance to
Denise's house.

   *****

   The house was dark when Anthony arrived and he sighed, thinking Denise
and Claire had left and were waiting for him to leave before they returned.

   He grabbed his clothing and wrote a quick note of apology before heading
out the Winnebago.  Anthony climbed in and closed the door, nearly jumping
out of his seat when a voice floated up from the cabin behind him.

   "So, the asshole returns," Claire sneered.

   "I'm sorry," Anthony said.  "I fucked up and I know it...  I just want
to leave, so will you please get out?"

   "Not until you explain things to us," answered Denise.  She walked up
from the back, her eyes rimmed with tears, and sat down in the seat next to
him.  "What was that on those tapes?"

   "He's a porn producer.  I told you.  That's why he's in town," said
Claire.  "All he's doing is looking for innocent girls to corrupt and turn
into sluts!"

   "Quiet," Denise said, shaking her head at her sister.  "I want to hear
Anthony tell me."

   Anthony sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes with his fists to clear his
thoughts.

   "Are you sure?" he asked.  "This...  this isn't that pleasant."

   "Ha!" Denise laughed bitterly.  "Pleasant?  Not pleasant is having your
sister turn on a video and having...  and having you fucking some girl... a
lot of girls." Anthony reached out a hand, but Denise shrugged him away.

   "Fine," he sighed.  "This is what happened."

   Anthony went on to tell the entire story of his week, from the
mysterious letter to the anonymous phone calls.  Everything up to his
meeting with the priest on the deserted road into town.

   "So that's it," he said.

   "That's such a load of bullshit," spat out Claire as she shot daggers
with her eyes at Anthony.  "Complete bullshit."

   "Anthony?" said Denise.

   "It's true.  All of it.  Here...  where's my laptop.  This won't prove
anything, I know.  But all my emails are on there.  They prove...  I don't
know what they prove...  just that at least I didn't make all this up right
here.  And Claire...  the man who gave you my phone?  I didn't drop it. 
I'd thrown my first phone away before that.  This was the old man trying to
keep in contact with me."

   "So what about me?" asked Denise.  "Am I just one of your conquests? 
Are you going to send an email and tell everyone how you...  how you fucked
me too?

   "No.  God no.  I'm done.  I'm through with the contest."

   "Right," said Claire.  "How do we know that?"

   "I don't know.  Here," Anthony said, standing and walking to the storage
cabinet.  "These are all the tapes.  Take them.  Burn them.  I don't care
anymore.  It doesn't matter to me.  Where's the laptop?  Take it.  Erase
the hard drive.  I already threw away the phone.  It doesn't matter.  I
don't care anymore!" He collapsed back in his chair, his breaths coming
rapidly as he fought to control his emotions.

   "Anthony?" Denise asked, as Anthony dropped his head into his hands.

   "All I care about is you," he whispered.  "That's it.  None of the rest
of this matters to me."

   "What about the money?" asked Claire softly, her anger quieted for the
moment.

   "I don't care.  I'm not going to show up tomorrow, so even if I was
winning I won't get anything."

   "Claire," said Denise, turning to her sister.  "Could you leave us
alone?"

   "What!?" her sister exclaimed.  "You're...  you're just going to...  to
what?"

   "We're going to talk."

   "I'm staying," Claire answered.

   "Claire," Denise said, her voice low and menacing.

   "What if he tries something, like..."

   "Out."

   "Fine.  Don't say I didn't warn you." Claire stomped out of the camper,
slamming the door behind her.  Denise watched as her sister walked back to
the house, pausing to look back at the camper with a grim look on her face.

   "Denise.  I'm sorry."

   "I know you are."

   "I just wanted you to know that I never meant...  God...  I never meant
for any of this to happen.  It was just...  my life is so dull, and then
this comes along, out of the blue and I didn't...  I knew it was wrong, but
I couldn't say no to it."

   "What was it?  The women?  The money?  The thrill?"

   "Yes, no, all of it I guess."

   "Hmm," said Denise, pursing her lips together as she thought.  "I'm not
taking you back, you know."

   "I know.  I don't deserve it."

   "But you did talk to that priest."

   "Yeah."

   "Do you think he would believe in second chances?" Denise asked, and
Anthony found his heart pounding as a ray of light seemed to open up into
his life.

   "I think his whole job depends on people getting a second chance," he
said hopefully.

   "I suppose it does, doesn't it?" Denise asked, and Anthony couldn't tell
if she was angry or teasing.

   "You know what else I think the priest believes in?" Anthony asked.

   "What?"

   "Penance."

   "Penance?"

   "Denise...  I'm in love with you, and I know I screwed up.  I know it.
God, how I know it.  But all I want is a second chance with you, and I'm
willing to take all the time in the world to make it up to you.  That's my
penance."

   "Why should I?" she asked, and Anthony smiled as her voice was softer,
more at ease.

   "Because...  because that's what you want to do.  I know this is hard
and unfair to you, and it had to have sucked watching...  watching me like
that."

   "It was."

   "But just a second chance, that's all I ask."

   "What if it doesn't work out?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe it's not meant to be, but...  one thing the priest
said was that I needed to talk to you.  I was convinced you were going to
throw me out on my ass and never talk to me again, but he said I should
talk, because no one ever knows how someone will react."

   "I was going to.  I was going to go into the house, throw your stuff on
the front yard and lock the door," Denise laughed.  "Claire!  Claire's the
one who said I should listen to you.  Not that she ever thought in a
million years that I would change my mind about this."

   "Are you?" Anthony asked.  He held his breath until Denise answered.

   "Am I what?"

   "Are you changing your mind?"

   "A second chance?"

   "That's all I'm asking."

   "Then that's all you're getting.  The rest is up to you."

   "Oh God, thank you.  Thank you thank you thank you." Anthony leaned over
to throw his arms around Denise, but she shook her head.

   "Just a hug," she said.

   "Just a hug."

   "Okay." Denise opened her arms and Anthony fell into them, his tears of
happiness splashing against her cheek.

   Sometimes a hug is more than enough, he thought.

   Epilogue Months Later

   Anthony was sitting down to dinner when heard a soft knocking at the
door.  Who could that be?  he wondered, shaking his head.  Anthony went to
the door, finding a smiling Denise waiting for him.

   "Hey, honey.  Come on in, it's cold out there." He stood back, allowing
his girlfriend to slip past him, holding a rather large package in her
arms. Fiance, he reminded himself.  She said "yes," after the trouble I put
her through.

   "What's that?" he questioned.

   "I don't know," she answered, rubbing the snow off her coat.  "It was on
your porch when I got here, buried in the snow."

   "Who is it from?" Anthony asked, looking at the plain brown packaging.

   "I don't know.  It just has your name and address, but it doesn't have
any shipping labels or anything on it.  No real return address either, just
a name."

   "What name?"

   "Let me see...  it says "Carter Thomas - Seattle" and that's it."

   Oh shit, Anthony thought when he heard the town of Seattle mentioned.

   "You don't suppose..."

   "The contest?" she finished.  "I don't know."

   "I can't open that," he said, shaking his head vigorously.  "That's a
week I've tried to forget these last couple months.  I don't want to bring
any of that back."

   "It's just a package!  Open it."

   "You."

   "Fine," Denise sighed dramatically.  "You're such a baby."

   Anthony sat back down at his kitchen table, watching as Denise carefully
peeled back the brown paper surrounding what appeared to be a normal
cardboard box.

   "What is it?" Anthony asked.

   "I don't know yet," Denise laughed.  "Give me a minute.  There's an
envelope with your name on it and then another box underneath."

   "Read the letter first.  Then tell me if it's good news."

   Denise nodded and quickly broke the wax seal on the ornate envelope. 
Anthony felt a knot in his stomach as he saw the cream colored paper, the
same as the first letter he'd received from the mysterious old man.

   He watched as Denise silently read the letter, her face turning from
curiosity to anger and finally to disbelief.  She sat down quickly on a
chair, holding the letter out to Anthony.

   "Read," she said, her eyes fixed on the cardboard box.

   "What is it?" he asked.

   "Just read," she answered.

   Anthony quickly skimmed over the letter and his emotions mirrored those
he had seen on Denise's face as he read the words.

   "Sorry to inform you that the contest has been cancelled..."

   "...  had a most difficult time tracking you down..."

   "Real reason for the contest...  sell sex videos to wealthy friends..."

   "Your tapes never arrived, and your absence from the finish line was
noted..."

   "...  surveillance tapes in the camper..."

   "Understand you are now with one of the girls...  tapes have been
erased..."

   "The sale of the other contestants' tapes was most profitable...  please
find enclosed..."

   Anthony gasped, his hand trembling as he read the figure printed at the
bottom of the letter.

   "One hundred thousand dollars?" he asked, looking at Denise, whose eyes
were still focused on the cardboard box.  "Open it," he said excitedly.

   Denise's hand was unsteady as she carefully sliced through the tape
holding together the smaller box.

   "Oh my God," she said, sitting down heavily once more.  Anthony leaned
over and gasped as he pulled back one of the flaps.  Neatly stacked, one on
top of each other were row after row of bundled hundred dollar bills.

   "Do you think it's real?" he asked, staring at Denise, his eyes wide in
wonder.

   "It has to be.  The whole contest...  it was a setup?  That's what it
sounds like," she said.

   "I guess.  Holy shit.  So this Carter...  he was the old man then? 
That's so strange.  Who would have thought it was all fake.  I'm so glad
you burned the tapes I shot."

   "Me too," Denise answered, leaning against Anthony's chest.

   "You know what this is, don't you?" he asked.

   "What?"

   "This makes a hell of a wedding gift."

   "It does, doesn't it?" she laughed, standing to leave.

   "Where are you going?" Anthony asked, standing to walk her out.

   "I have to go look at color samples for the wedding.  You want to come
along?" she teased, knowing the answer before she had asked the question.

   "God, no!  But you have fun," he teased.

   "I will," Denise answered, reaching up to wrap her arms around Anthony's
neck and brushing her lips over his.  "I love you, Mr.  Martin."

   "I love you, Miss Roberts."

   Denise looked up and smiled.  "Not for much longer."

   "I better practice then," he laughed as he held her tight.  "I love
you...  Mrs.  Martin."

   "I like the sound of that," she said.

   "Me too," he agreed.  "Me too."
   The End