Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 111
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: blackmail

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 111
A piece of the action


      "C'mon in, boys, make yourselves at home," Mary Nally waved vaguely at
the expanse of her 'bedroom', "Beer's in the fridge." A more directed wave
picked out the refrigerator along the wall in the kitchenette to the left.
"I'm gonna go get out of this dress."  She made for the walk-in closet on
the left side of the far wall.

      Stick took a couple of steps inside the door, and took in his
surroundings.  Mary's 'bedroom' was actually a studio apartment, and as such
looked to be bigger than Stick's home - the living areas, anyway.  It
occupied the second floor above the garage on the right end of the Nally
home.  They had reached it by climbing a substantial staircase that extended
from a landing near the garage door up and back along the outer wall of the
house to the second floor entry.  Stick had forborne comment about how and
why it wasn't a rickety fire escape-type affair, and he was vaguely glad he
did - Mary had proven surprisingly nimble in climbing it.  Looking around,
he decided (correctly) that the closet that Mary was entering and the bath
which could be seen through the door to it's right along the far wall had
been edited out of the main house, rather than being a part of the space
above the garage.  To Stick's right, along the wall behind him, was a
substantial TV and entertainment center.  A couch was centered on the area
facing it, along with an easy chair that Stick draped his arm over while he
took in that end of the room.  The wall to the right ended in a couple of
substantial windows that faced the front of the house, one shedding light on
the couch and the other illuminating the king sized bed that had it's
headboard against the wall below it.  To the left, the refrigerator was the
first appliance in the kitchenette that extended along the wall.  Beyond, in
the corner fronting the closet, was a computer workstation.  Apparently, the
closed door between the walk-in and the bath was the connecting door leading
to the rest of the house.  Stick whistled.  "Some bedroom you got here!" he
approved, loud enough to carry into the closet.

      "They called it a 'mother-in-law apartment' when my folks bought the
house," Mary's voice drifted in from the closet.  "I talked Mama into giving
it to me when I was twelve.  I like my privacy...  Do me a favor, and grab a
Diet Coke from the fridge for me willya?"

      Stick stepped over to the fridge and pulled the soda and his choice
from the three brands of beer on the shelf.  Apparently, Mary entertained
well...

      Teddy appeared beside him and hissed "We should leave!"

      Stick raised an eyebrow.  "Why?  I kinda like it here."

      Teddy was visibly uneasy.  "Mary doesn't just invite people up here,"
he related, "Not without an ulterior motive."

      "Yeah, well, she made it clear that there was gonna be some give an'
take," Stick replied mildly, "Relax, there's two of us.  Whips an' chains
probably ain't an option.  Wanna beer?"

      "You should, Teddy - you need to relax some," Mary announced as she
approached from halfway across the room.  Stick started despite himself; for
a fat chick, she moved like a cat!  Mary was wearing a simple, spaghetti-
strap nightdress in a shimmering green fabric that would have been modest if
it hadn't ended so close to her crotch - Stick thought he saw wisps of pubic
hair under it!  In passing, Mary threw open a drawer and fished out a bottle
opener, then she perpetrated a massive invasion of Stick's personal space,
pinning him to the refrigerator door while she bent to grab a bottle of
Budweiser.  Stick caught a whiff of perfume he didn't remember getting
before, and an impression of soft flesh.  Unaccountably, Stick remembered
the old cliché about fat women: 'Heat in winter, shade in summer, and a soft
place to lay down year 'round...'  Mary presented the beer to Teddy, "Here!"

      Teddy took it automatically, "I gotta use the bathroom," he mumbled.

      "It's in there," Mary pointed.  "Take it with you; it'll give you
something to do while you're hiding in there..."  Teddy hurried off.  Mary
watched him, smothering a comment about how much time he spent in bathrooms
- the time wasn't yet...

      Stick handed Mary the can of Diet Coke he'd been holding when pinned.
Mary popped the cap on his Michelob with her other hand and turned away to
toss it in the trash while Stick closed the fridge.  She walked over to the
entertainment center and picked through the tapes, selecting one and popping
it into the VCR, then plopped into the easy chair waving Stick to the couch.
Yep, he'd seen wisps, Stick confirmed, when she nonchalantly draped one leg
over the chair arm, thoroughly exposing her thin, strawberry blonde pubic
thatch.

      Stick's cock went on alert, but so did his other antennae; street
smarts said that if a woman approaches you with a whole sack of carrots in
her left hand, the right is probably holding a baseball bat.  He pretended
to ignore the display and approached the issue obliquely.  "Teddy seems to
be scared to death of ya."

      "Some people would say he's being smart," Mary replied, poker-faced.
"You might be, too, before we're done talking."

      "Teddy why you keep Bud?" Stick grimaced.

      "Nope.  I keep a variety.  You never know when it'll make a
difference," Mary replied blandly, "I gave Teddy a Bud because he doesn't
drink enough beer to appreciate it.  No sense wasting the good stuff."

      Stick nodded.  "So, why am I doin' him this favor?  An' why didn't we
leave right away?"

      "Because you want to know who gave you the blowjob, and you DON'T want
me to speculate about it in public," Mary replied, eyes wary.  "Was it that
good?"

      Stick grunted.  There was the baseball bat, skillfully applied.  He
shrugged it off: "If it wasn't, I wouldn't be lookin' for a repeat."

      Mary's eyes narrowed.  "You don't want a repeat, you want to own the
little shit!  And he knows it!"

      "So?"  Stick didn't get it: What did it have to do with Mary? "What if
I do?"

      "What if he wants a more equitable arrangement?" Mary returned.

      "Huh!  Like I suck HIS dick?" Stick growled.

      Mary chuckled.  "That'd be fair, but I'm thinking he just wants to
avoid slavery."

      "Awww!  I can't exactly date the little fuck!" Stick complained,
watching his dream of a private toy go 'bye-bye'.

      "Are you sure?"  Mary leaned forward, "You never know..."

      Stick shook his head.  "You wanna tell me what the fuck is goin' on?"

      Mary settled back, eyeing Stick sharply.  "You want a name.  He wants
protection."  She paused.  "I want a piece of the action - two, in fact..."

      "Huh?" Stick blinked.  "In the first place, the little shit's queer!
He won't be coughing up any dick for you!  In the second, if you wanna fuck,
we can make a separate arrangement..."

      "In the first place," Mary replied, "I don't think he's gay.  There
are shades of grey in these things, and I think he fits one of them.  That
would make him bisexual.  Maybe he just discovered that cock is a lot easier
to find than pussy...  Sort of like you..."

      Stick started.  "What?"

      "C'mon, Stick," Mary chided, "You wouldn't be in such a sweat to chase
him down if you didn't have big ideas about what to do with a steady supply
of sex - and the fact that he's male doesn't seem to bother you a whole lot.
I'm thinking we could fit you into a grey area, too..."  She eyed him for a
moment.  "So, Stick, how much pussy have you had?"

      Stick glared and refused to answer.  "Okay," Merry resumed, "How many
blowjobs?"

      Stick continued to glare, but finally spat, "Three."

      Mary raised an eyebrow.  "I gather that the other two weren't as
good?"

      "Not hardly."  Stick unlimbered a bit.

      "Male?  Female?"

      "Female."  Stick sulked.

      "You expected better, I see.  Beulah Tyrone, right?  She's not known
for her oral skills.  And her methods tend to make MY life tough..." Mary
sighed.  "So right now you're figuring that there might be an advantage to a
cocksucker being attached to your cock?" She smiled gently.

      "Ya gotta admit, it's an interestin' theory,"  Stick grinned, began to
relax.

      "If we discover any truth in it, I'll take lessons," Mary chuckled,
"But Denise Giannelli would argue otherwise."

      Stick grunted.  "Mebbe, but she closed up shop before she got to me."

      Mary smiled.  "Let's get back to your list.  I appreciate your offer,
but one shot hasn't gotten me anywhere yet."

      "Huh?"

      Mary shrugged.  "One night stands haven't exactly resulted in me
rolling in boyfriends.  As this point, I'm hoping that I'm an acquired
taste."

      Stick didn't understand, but he let it pass.  "So, you gonna tell me?"

      Mary sighed, "Yeah.  But first, I'm gonna tell you why I CAN, and then
I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse."

      "I ain't gonna like this, am I?" Stick grunted.

      "Depends on how flexible you are," Mary replied blandly.  "You might
discover that the bad parts are irrelevant, and the good parts more than
make up for them..."

      "Hit me." Stick grunted, deadpan.

      "Okay," Merry nodded.  "It's like this:  I CAN tell you, because if
you take advantage of him too much, I can pull him out of the closet."  She
smiled, shark-like.  "That'd lift your hold on him, but there would be more
than that - you see, you'd be on the next hanger!"

      "What?!"  Stick jumped up, thoroughly pissed.

      "SIT DOWN!" Mary roared, "Or I'll unload on you anyway!"

      Stick's mind was running in circles, but it was following the path of
Mary's next statement: "It doesn't have to be true, you know...  You'd be
just as screwed, anyway."  She paused for a moment, then: "Relax, Stick, I
didn't say I WOULD, just that I COULD if you got too grabby!"

      Stick settled warily back onto the couch.  "I sure as shit hope Teddy
ain't listening in on this..."

      "I hope he IS," Mary replied, grinning from ear to ear, "since he's
the owner of the mouth you're looking for..."

      "SHIT!" Stick slapped himself on the forehead.  "Fuck, I'm about the
stupidest motherfucker..."

      "Don't be so hard on yourself, Stick," Mary counseled.  "Teddy's been
pretty careful.  Only a couple of us really wistful types managed to catch
on - and we're female...  If you're clear on his safety net, I'll go get
him."

      "Yeah," Stick groused, "I got it."

      Mary hopped up and headed for the bathroom, throwing over her
shoulder, "It's not THAT bad, Stick!  I didn't say you couldn't play, just
that you had to play nice!"  Stick watched over the back of the couch as
Mary rapped on the door to the bathroom.  "Come on out, Teddy!  Hiding won't
help you!"

      Gingerly, Teddy stuck his head out.  His face was flushed, and Mary
could see that the beer bottle was empty.  Meeting Stick's eyes, he mumbled,
"I see you sold me out..."

      Mary reached out and caressed his cheek, "It's not like that, Honey -
in fact I covered your ass!"  She leered, "You owe me, big time!  Go sit on
the couch, now, like a good boy, while we discuss this thing like adults.
Want another beer?"

      'I -I guess," Teddy murmured nervously.  He crossed to the couch and
sat on the end nearest the armchair.  Stick obligingly scooted to the other
end.

      Mary looked up from the fridge, "What about you, Stick?  Another?"

      Stick glanced at the level in the bottle, turned it up and killed it.
"Might as well," he sighed, then observed darkly, "I don' see YOU
drinkin'..."

      "I don't drink," Mary replied blandly, "Alcohol is bad for my
metabolism."  She handed the boys their beers, then went to the
entertainment center, set a couple of switches, and returned to her chair,
assuming the same splayed position as before.

      Teddy, who hadn't been treated to this sight, goggled as Mary snatched
up the TV remote.  "Mary, you're, uh, showing!"

      Mary regarded him for a moment and said gently, "Good.  Get used to it
- it's one of the few good parts."  Turning to Stick, she asked, "Where were
you gonna take him?"

      "Huh?"  Stick blinked.

      Mary clicked the remote and a movie began, muted.  Both boys' heads
swept back and forth at the distraction.  "Where were you gonna hold poor
Teddy captive while you fed him yards and yards of dick?"

      "Hell, I dunno!" Stick rumbled, irritated.  Where the fuck WAS he
going to take Teddy?  Obviously, he'd have had to do some serious
planning...

      "Exactly," Mary declared, "Aren't you glad I stopped you from making a
fool of yourself?"  The FBI banner screen cleared, and ads for 900-number
porn sites began to flicker on the TV screen.  Teddy's head rotated from
Mary to the TV to Stick to the TV...

      "Teddy," Mary said deliberately, collecting his attention, "Stick has
agreed to be nice - haven't you, Stick?"  Teddy's head swiveled to Stick,
who nodded.  Mary brought him back:  "If Stick's nice, you don't have any
problem repeating your little encounter, do you?  Maybe even moving on to
other, more interesting things?  I'd be there to protect you..."

      Teddy's head was fuzzy.  He didn't drink, and a beer and a half had
him tracking poorly.  "Uh, gimme a sec..." he slurred.  His brow furrowed.
"I don't think so - but I'm not thinking too good...  Besides, didn't you
just say he don't have anywhere to go?"

      Stick, distracted, glanced at the 900-number ads.  Mary cleared her
throat.  "You're right, Honey!  See, you're on top of things!  Pay attention
now, both of you, this is the deal:"  She waited for both sets of eyes to
make contact.  "Let's recap:  Teddy, here, likes to suck a little dick, and
he figures that probably makes him gay.  Stick apparently has a nice
suckable cock, and enjoys the attention quite a bit."  Mary eyed them while
she dropped the first bomb, "And both of you've been wondering what a dick
would feel like in Teddy's ass..."

      Teddy went bright red, and glanced sidelong at Stick, who pursed his
lips and looked away.  Mary grinned, and continued, "Now, Stick doesn't
particularly think of himself as being gay, but having his dick sucked is
better than nothing.  And both of you are running on desperation because
neither of you has ever, ever had pussy!  How am I doing?"

      Teddy couldn't get any sounds out.  Stick nodded, however.  "I figure
you're battin' about a thousand."

      "Okay, so we pull back the focus a bit.  At least one of you, and
probably both, are willing to try gay sex, basically because straight sex
isn't available.  Teddy, Honey, I have to tell you that from what I've read,
that's a normal healthy reaction for STRAIGHT males who don't have a sexual
outlet!"

      "Huh?" Teddy blinked.  He was just getting used to the idea of being
gay...  Stick just nodded thoughtfully.

      Mary reminded the boys of her exposure by lazily reaching down and
scratching at her pubic hair.  Unnoticed by the boys, the video was going
through its title sequence.  "Now we come to logistics.  While both of you
are interested in conducting this grand experiment, neither of you has a
place where you could do it in comfort and safety.  Am I right?"  Stick
glanced at Teddy, who was still having trouble working his throat, and
nodded, cautiously.

      Mary tented her fingers.  "Now we come to me.  Like you two, I don't
get much action.  And I don't have a lot of options.  So if I were to try to
take one of you to bed alone, you'd be more worried that I had wild romantic
designs on you than about where you were putting your dick.  Right?"

      Both boys nodded, Stick, in particular, visualizing Beulah Tyrone -
although Fat Mary was a good three steps up from that...

      "So here's the proposition," Mary announced.  "I can handle ALL of
your problems, for a price.  I have a place, here, that's quiet and secure.
What's more, since there are three of us, while anybody who sees us together
might wonder about various combinations, no one will seriously suspect the
two of you of climbing on each other...  Finally, I represent an opportunity
for you two to compare apples to oranges.  You'll have pussy available, too,
for comparison with your other activities."

      Stick frowned.  "I'm missin' it.  What's the price?"

      Mary smiled.  "It's built in - I get to play.  You boys get to conduct
your grand experiment, but you each have to fuck me, too - nobody leaves
until I've had both of your dicks in me.  Since there are two of you, you
protect each other from me getting all sloe-eyed, just as I protect the pair
of you from having the closet door opened on you prematurely."  She pointed
at the TV screen, where a man was now pounding a woman missionary style
while sucking the cock of another man who was kneeling over the woman's
head.  As the boys took in the scene, the woman began licking the second
man's hanging balls.  "I want to do stuff like that!"

      "Holy shit!" Stick exclaimed, "that's a helluva night you're talkin'
about us havin'!"

      Mary smiled gently, "I don't REALLY see any reason to limit us to just
one..."

      Street smarts overrode visions of a cornucopia of sensual delights.
"You're not tellin' us somethin'."

      Mary got serious.  "Okay, Stick - it's like this:  I figure that if
the two of you come here and dip me often enough, one of you will get
romantic notions in spite of himself, and I'll get to have a real
boyfriend."

      Stick settled back.  He could buy that.  "What if both of us do?"

      Mary laughed.  "In that unlikely event, I can only marry one of you.
Or we could all just live in sin..."  She glanced away at the TV screen
where an MMF sandwich was in progress, a male humping a male who was humping
a female.  Teddy had totally stopped contributing to the conversation - he
was too busy staring, goggle-eyed, at the screen.  "Teddy," Mary murmured
gently, "You really need to stay with us.  We're talking about you, too,
here."

      Teddy blinked owlishly.  "You wanna do that..."  He waved at the
screen.  "But that's me in the middle."

      "Well, Honey, that's ONE version..." Mary agreed.  "Uh, Stick..."  She
nodded at Teddy's beer bottle.  Stick reached over and snatched it.

      "Hey!"  Teddy spun on Stick, but Mary handled the issue.  "Teddy,
Honey, you're getting too drunk to enjoy yourself, so I asked Stick to...
recover your bottle.  I think you've gotten the particulars, but we'd like
to be sure - I don't want you all unhappy later..."

      Teddy had stopped glaring at Stick and returned his attention to Mary.
"Okay.  We're all gonna, um... switch-hit.  Right?  Stick an' I do whatever,
an' we both gotta fuck you.  Right?"

      "Right."  Mary traded glances with Stick.  "Are you in?"

      "Um, this is just tonight?  I thought I heard..."  Teddy was trying
hard to focus.

      "Well, we haven't totally ironed it out yet, but I'd like to see you
both often, if tonight goes well..." Mary said, holding Teddy's eyes.

      "Oh."  Teddy turned a ludicrously serious face to Stick.  "Stick?
What d'you think?"  He paused for a moment, and his next comment was a lot
more focused:  "She's not just looking for sex, you know."

      "Yeah," Stick agreed.  "I've had a lot worse offers.  I'm in."

      "Okay," Teddy nodded.  "Who's on top?"

      Mary started breathing again.  Teddy's sudden attack of clarity had
worried her.  There was a good chance that Stick might decide to cut his
losses.  But he hadn't - in fact...  She shook herself.  "Why don't we start
in pairs, and the third can do whatever seems to make sense?"