Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 134 2/2
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: D/s exhib MMMmF/F mf MF oral anal toys

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 134
The Sex Shoppe, Part 2

      Monica, Alvin's female colleague, was in heavy weather at her position
near the door.  Ostensibly watching for new customers, her attention was
actually fixed upon the events on the sales floor.  She had an excellent
view, augmented by one of the security cameras, which was currently
displaying Fatty, obviously in the throes of his orgasm, surging and
thrashing between Belle's legs.  Monica was a somewhat upsize brunette in
her early thirties who was not without sexual experience, gathered at the
expense of being thought a slut when she was younger.  But she had learned
discretion, and sometimes, discreetly, she would select a particularly
promising regular for an after-hours liaison, something she considered to be
one of the perks of the job.  The surveillance cameras in the peeps area had
surfaced some really interesting prospects, and it kept her from having to
troll dance clubs and other nightspots where her size would cause her to
have to be a bottom feeder.

      In Becky, she recognized a kindred soul, driven to desperation.  How
would she handle it?  This was a particularly hot session; Monica was
swampy!  Becky looked to be absolutely beside herself!  Monica continued her
observation...


      Fatty stumbled back, his erection already going limp - and leaving the
rubber hanging out of Belle's abused anus, dribbling semen onto the floor.
Apparently, His cock wasn't large enough to stretch the rubber to a
sustainable fit!  Alvin, looking on, shook his head and collected a trash
receptacle and brought it to Belle's left.  "You want to take care of that?"
he asked laconically.  Fatty, halfway through retrieving his trousers,
turned and gingerly retrieved the rubber and disposed of it, then hurriedly
resumed dressing.  Clearly, HE was done!

      Becky had caught the byplay from her position at the head end, and she
and Alvin exchanged a smile.  As Fatty got out of immediate earshot, Becky
ventured, "I wonder how big a lie this tale will be when HE retells it?"

      Alvin countered with, "Maybe you should have Belle do him, next time?"
a broad grin on his face.  Becky nearly collapsed in laughter - the picture
of Belle pounding Fatty with a strap-on was just too much!  Fatty, who
Monica was just unlocking the door for, glared back at them, certain that he
was the subject of conversation, but fortunate in that he was to distant to
discern it's actual nature.

      Becky clapped Roy on the shoulder, "Okay, Bud, go get you some!  Fat
Boy was in her ass, so the pussy is fresh.  Have fun!"  Roy's look said that
Christmas had come several months early as he waddled around Belle's
stirruped right leg, hampered by trousers he'd yet to kick fully out of.

      Lucius stepped up, slowly fisting his meat, "Easy, Son, you got all
afternoon, unless I miss my guess.  Don't hurt yourself, and try to enjoy
it.  Don't forget the rubber - it'll keep you from getting off too quick."
Leaning in, he whispered, "And if you do, anyway, no one's gonna know - go
on and get your second one."  He winked and stepped back to wait while Roy
wrestled with the rubber.

      Meanwhile, 'Pop' was starting to get brave as he neared ejaculation in
Belle's mouth.  "Oh, baby!  You got one sweeeet mouth!  I'm gonna ask your
master if he'll let me shoot down your throat a couple of times a week!  Oh,
shit!  Maybe he'll sell you to me, and I can keep you chained to the bed, or
something!  God, what a throat!  Nice hooters, too!"  He filled both hands
with breast flesh, something unavailable while Roy was camped on her chest.
"Yeah, a fella would pay good money for a slut like you!  Maybe I could put
you out on the street when I'm not using ya and claim you as income property
on my taxes!"  Pop's imagination was augmenting his other senses; at that
point, the combination took him over the edge, "Awwww, SHIIIIIIT!  Here it
comes!"  Pop could barely stand as he let go of two week's worth of pent-up
seminal production.

      Belle was somewhat sorry to see it.  He had a nice cock, and the
verbal fantasy was as perversely arousing to her as it had been to him, but
the wash of semen down her throat that signaled the end of this round was,
all too likely, the end of the match, Belle figured.  Well, the taste left a
bit to be desired, but it was the sense of accomplishment that really made
it fun...

      Pop backed off, a bit unsteadily, and smiled down at Belle.  She
swallowed and got control of the gunk in her throat, then asked, "Is that
it?"

      Pop seemed to take stock, then: "No, I don't think so.  I'm gonna hang
back and watch while I recover, and if you're still here, I'll sample the
other end."

      Belle smiled and nodded, then lost focus as she discovered that gentle
fingers were probing around her vagina.  She picked her head up, (no mean
feat) and came eye to eye with an embarrassed Roy.  "I-I..." he stuttered.

      Belle smiled, shut off the vibrator, and laid it aside.  "Let me have
it," she said, gently.  Roy eased forward, and Belle took his sheathed
erection in hand and directed it to its target.  Locking eyes with the
frightened male, she cooed, "Slowly, now - you're the first one there
tonight, and I'm not really in practice.  Let's get the damned rubber wet."
Roy eased forward, and a look suffused his face that announced that he'd
arrived at the pearly gates!  "Take your time," she husked, "If it gets too
intense, stop for a second and get your control back.  We've got plenty of
time for a nice, long ride."

      Belle's handling of the boy told Becky that she'd slipped the leash
again, and was enjoying herself.  Getting the boy to treat her like a slut
was right out the window - he was in love, at this point!  Becky couldn't
even think for the maddening itch between her legs!  Roy might be trainable,
but who knew what he'd have left when Belle got done with him?  Pop was old,
and Lucius was, well, black...

      Suddenly, from the half open door of the couples booth came a
squalled, "Oh, God, Pat!  It's HUGE!  Ahhhh!  Yessss!"

      'Shit!' Becky thought, beside herself with frustration, 'There goes
ANY CHANCE of getting my pussy licked!'  But a synapse spat, and she turned
to Belle and started lifting the headrest into a more natural position.
"Much as I'd like to watch Lucius do you up, he deserves pussy, and I have
more urgent needs!" she announced conversationally.  "Have you ever eaten
pussy?"

      "Yes..." Belle replied.

      "Oh, thank God!" Becky stepped out of her shorts, "I need it, bad!"
She climbed right onto the bench, straddling Belle's head, and lowered a
hot, wet pussy onto her face.  Belle scrabbled about a bit, got a grip on
her waist, and shifted her to a position where she could better attack her
clit, and went to work.  Becky was a little more gamey than Merry, but it
had been a long, highly charged day.  Belle went to work on the channel
between Becky's already distended labia, swiping from end to end.  All in
all, pussy juice probably tasted better than cum, but the action between her
legs told her that boys were still king!  Roy was past the initial phase;
everything was nice and slippery, he had control of himself, and he was
developing a nice rhythm!  Belle transferred some of her pleasure at his
efforts to Becky, who was profoundly thankful for the attention given to her
poor, steaming twat!  "Ohhhh, God!" she moaned, "That's soooo good!"

      Alvin found that he was standing within inches of some of the hottest
sex he'd ever seen!  To his left, Roy was pounding away, beginning to set a
driving rhythm that experience told Alvin would drive him over the brink in
mere moments; to his right, Becky was riding back and forth, gasping and
shuddering.  In between, Belle's breasts shook and juddered under the
impacts.  Alvin detected a roll of Belle's hips as she succumbed to the huge
amount of stimulation she had undergone - with any luck, she and Roy would
meet one another in that other universe you go to when you cum...  Alvin
watched Becky's face suffuse with pleasure as she gave herself to her lust;
it was unfathomable, but something about the chunky brunette was SO hot!
Maybe it was that aura of control...

      Becky's eyes flew open, she threw both arms around a startled Alvin
and demanded, "KISS ME!"  Alvin, snatched off balance, found himself in a
lip-lock with the highly charged brunette.  The lips weren't bad, so he
essayed a tongue swipe - and Becky's was there in a flash!  But they'd
barely started playing when Becky stiffened, and suddenly tried to suck it
out by the roots, grunting "Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm!" and spasming wildly!

      For Becky, Belle was the bomb, but Alvin was the detonator!  Belle's
tongue had worked wonders, soothing while enervating, bringing her to a
fever pitch - but one look at Alvin and she HAD to have him!  Thought didn't
enter into it - her brain screamed, 'Get him!  Now!' and the deed was done!
She worried for a moment, distantly, then his tongue slipped through his
lips - and the bomb went off!

      Becky had orgasmed before - her fingers knew her clitoris well, and
she'd managed a couple of run-ins with boys - but nothing like THIS!  The
combination of the power she'd wielded in operational control of a gang-
bang, Belle's talented tongue, and the success of her temerity in gathering
Alvin in added itself to the shock waves crashing through her and took her
to an incredible place - problem was, it brought her back, too hyped up to
stop!

      Alvin was holding himself up by two hands on Becky's chunky hips while
two cushiony breasts drove two twenty two caliber nipples into his pects.
The arms wrapped around his neck made withdrawal impossible without a fuss,
and, well, he didn't want to, anyway.  Reasons weren't clear - heavy women
didn't really appear on his radar - but there was an attraction...

      Becky dropped her head forward, momentarily exhausted - which gave her
a ringside view of the popup tent in Alvin's pants.  She gathered herself
and rose, looking across the room over Alvin's shoulder - only to lock smoky
eyes with the big dishwater blonde girl - the younger 'slave' - who was
kneeling over a bench, rocking to the slow impacts of her 'master' as he
drove his cock into her from behind.  Both were watching the activity on the
'lover's bench' avidly, although the girl was showing some distraction.  As
Becky watched, the girl groaned and hunched herself lower to the bench,
pushing her ass higher to meet the guy's thrusts.

      Resolution firmed.  Becky locked eyes with Alvin for a second, then
her eyes flicked to his crotch. "I want that!"

      "Okay," Alvin muttered thickly.  Why did he say that?

      "Now!"  Becky backed off the bench, not releasing Alvin.

      "Here?" Alvin queried.  He was really confused.  Why was he doing
this?  Why didn't he just say no?  His cock wasn't thinking for him; sure,
she was sexy (she was?), but the compulsion didn't seem to come from
there...

      "Yeah, here,"  Becky drew a bemused Alvin around to Belle's right
side, let go of his hand and whipped her top over her head.  While she was
making short work of a rather robust brassiere, she said gently, "Come on,
Honey, you know how - drop those pants!  As Alvin loosened his belt, her
tits popped free, and they were... nice!  Big suckers, with pinkish-brown
nipples surrounded by areolae the size of a silver dollar...  Not huge, 'C'
cup?  They sagged a bit, but in general they were round, not droopy.  Alvin,
a member in good standing of the 'more than a handful is a waste' school,
couldn't understand how his hands just naturally closed on them, thumbs
rolling the nipples, and his lips connected to her again just below that
little red nose...

      The kiss lasted a few seconds, and Becky, taken totally by surprise,
backed away from it in a highly emotional state.  She took a breath, put her
feet back on the ground, and husked, "I guess it's not going to be possible
to keep this casual..."  Now nude, she took over divesting Alvin of his
trousers, hampered a bit by the delicious things he was doing to her
nipples.  As his Dockers finally pooled around his feet, she snatched up a
rubber from the scatter trapped beside Belle on the bench from where they
had collected after Evie tossed them on her belly, looked at Alvin's erect
cock, (Holy shit!  What is that? Seven inches?  Eight?), frowned, discarded
it and selected another.  Shredding the foil packet, she began to fit him,
making a passable pretense at casual conversation, "My, that's pretty!  And
all for me..."

      Alvin was just north of stuporous.  What the Hell was he doing?  Why
had he kissed her?  Nude, well, he'd had a LOT better; she had a roll of fat
above her bushy, well-padded pudenda - not absolutely disgusting, but she
was no swimsuit model!  Now, she was fiddling with his cock, doing a fair
job of the uncomfortable process of getting it into a rubber, (Gah!  He
HATED rubbers!  He'd passed up fucking any number of chicks because they
wanted him to use a rubber!) - but here he stood, cock standing like a
flagpole, and nothing short of an earthquake was going to keep him out of
that pussy - and he did NOT know why!

      "Okay, Honey," Becky turned around, still holding Alvin's cock in one
hand while she waved toward where Rick was steadily pounding away at Mandi,
"See what they're doing?  That's what I want, okay?"  It would take an idiot
not to realize that something was up with Alvin - but HE had kissed HER that
last time, so...

      Alvin looked down at her broad back and even broader ass, thinking
distantly, 'Damn!  Have I EVER, STONE DRUNK, done a girl this wide?' but his
hands settled onto her hips as she slicked up his rubber-encased cockhead on
her dripping labia and showed it it's target.  And the thought didn't stop
him from working the head of his cock into her tight channel as she let go,
draping herself over Belle's midsection below Roy's sweaty face and grabbing
the far side of the bench for support.

      But the position proved untenable almost immediately; Belle was
rolling her hips, well on the way to orgasm as young Roy pounded away at her
already over-stimulated vagina.  "Stay with me," she whispered, "I'm gonna
cum!"

      Becky backed off, resting her arms on the bench beside Belle as the
pair moved toward their peak.  Roy, eyes huge, was puffing and panting, his
hips moving like a metronome.  Both were pink and agitated, as Belle moaned
"Ummm...Ummm..."

      Roy, excited, gasped," I can't... I'm gonna...!"

      "Harder, then!  Faster!  Bring me, too!" Belle wailed.

      Roy redoubled his efforts, delivering a serious pounding attack that
was short-lived, but turned the trick!  "Awwwww!" Roy howled, stiffening and
crushing himself against her, while Belle screeched "Yes!!! Yes!!!" and
began to undulate.  Roy collapsed across Belle's belly and she clutched at
him, cradling his head between her breasts.

      Meanwhile, Alvin sank slowly into Becky's tight channel.  It was a hot
oil bath, incredible - but Alvin wasn't satisfied.  The weird mindset that
had characterized the whole run-in continued to claim him, leading him to do
something uncharacteristically insane:  Withdrawing his penis fully from
Becky's snug channel, he slid off the condom and resocketed it in her hot,
wet cleft.

      Becky knew what he'd done even before he waved it in front of her
eyes, then tossed it in the trash can; the fit of Alvin's cock in her tunnel
was absolutely perfect, so when the second stroke brought not the sensation
of the rubbery reservoir tip of the condom but the fleshy tip of Alvin's
cock against her cervix, she knew instinctively what had occurred.  She
turned her head to the side in order to pick him up with one eye as he
demanded, "Still want it?"

      "God, yes!" she gasped.  She was full, replete.  Nothing in her
experience was so perfect!  "More than ever!  But..."  Becky grinned
ferally, "Fat chicks are notoriously fertile..."

      Alvin's grin was equally feral as he leaned close to her ear and
hissed, "Then I'll be a daddy, won't I?"  Immediately, he rose up and began
pounding her savagely.  All control was out the window.  Alvin couldn't seem
to help himself; Becky's wet heat was... luxurious!  He had no more control
than young Roy!

      As for Becky, she put her chin on her crossed arms and concentrated on
taking everything offered, her face displaying expressions that said clearly
that there were things going on in her crotch that were too important to
worry about how she looked. "Ng, ng, ng, ng, ng, ng..." she grunted as she
took Alvin's hammering and bounced back for more.  Alvin was finding every
nerve ending in her soaking vagina!  God!  How could ANYTHING be THIS GOOD?

      Monica was totally flabbergasted.  Alvin had it all:  looks,
personality, and brains.  As a result, he had a running stable of applicants
for the occupancy of the other side of his bed.  Monica was well aware that
Alvin was picky; all of his girls were trim, svelte, and beautiful.
Occasionally, one wandered in and tried to cut the others out by giving him
a nooner in one of the couples booths - and Monica, having had the foresight
to put up a webcam, had covertly watched him many times, admiring his cool
control and flawless technique as he put them through their paces, always
eliciting two or more orgasms before depositing his sperm.  And condoms were
a no-no with Alvin; Monica had seen him spurn absolutely beautiful women at
the mention of one!  The guy tearing up Becky's channel couldn't be Alvin -
this blinding, uncontrolled attack was totally uncharacteristic of the Alvin
Monica knew.  And the fact that the chubby little brunette actually managed
to put a condom on him, even for a moment...  What in the Hell was going on?

      Alvin certainly didn't know...  All he DID know was somehow, the
chubby little brunette he was pounding had reached deep inside him and
pushed the button that released an animal who cared for nothing but savoring
the intense pleasure she was providing him.  Alvin prided himself on his
control; he never came until he had met whatever goal he set for pleasuring
the woman he was with.  But with Becky, there was no control - he was too
deeply into the torrent of sensation!  Becky's pussy fit like a glove, and
all he wanted to do was get in it and drive and drive and drive...  Little
things, like the way her ass cheeks fluttered to the shocks he was
delivering, turned him on.  He ran his hands along her wide back, barely
feeling the ribs under a layer that wasn't quite fat, really - as opposed to
his usual sexual partners, whose entire skeletal structure revealed itself
to his hands under their taut skin.  Vaguely, it occurred to him that his
normal sexual partners were like sports cars - sleek, finely tuned, flashy,
capable of incredible performance, but fragile.  Becky, on the other hand,
was nothing much to look at, but she was built like a Cadillac or a Lincoln
- heavy, solid, luxurious.  Maybe not capable of the same top speed, but the
ride was smoother, more comfortable, less shattering than ...  Confusion
still reigned in his mind, but it rode in the back seat while the wild
animal chasing his pleasure drove.  That animal was howling and gibbering,
laughing and taunting, 'I'm gonna shoot a quart into this little bitch, and
if she gets pregnant it's just another hold I'll have on her!'  The rational
Alvin in the back seat was shocked, but...

      Belle was recovering from quite a nice little cum, thank you very
much...  She ran her fingers through Roy's lank, sweaty hair, and turned her
attention to the uproar to her left - only discover that Alvin and Becky
were setting fire to the place at a rate she'd never even THOUGHT of!  Becky
had her head on her crossed arms, face toward Belle's, so she could take in
the full effect - her whole face had shaded to the color of her shiny nose,
and she was starting to sweat, panting and gasping, with that odd look on
her face that indicated she was concentrating intensely on something about
to happen in another universe; certainly, her vacant, half-slitted eyes
weren't seeing anything in THIS one!  Becky's whole body shook under Alvin's
assault - and his face was positively manic!

      Belle reached out and smoothed some stray hair from Becky's sweaty
forehead, and Becky seemed to notice her for the first time.  "I'm...
gonna... cum... SO... HARD..." she gasped out in time to Alvin's pounding.
Saying anything more appeared to be beyond her for the moment, but Belle got
the idea - too well!  In fact...

      "Roy, honey," Belle urged, shaking the sleepy teen, "You need to get
up.  Lucius has been waiting patiently..."  Belle couched the request
gently, but in fact impatience was driving - the couple going at it to her
left had lit a new fire in her loins, and Lucius had the equipment and the
experience to handle it!

      "Um?" Roy murmured sleepily.  "Oh, yeah."  He levered himself up,
reluctantly.

      "You can come back when you're recharged," Belle offered.  "In fact,
after Lucius and I get going, if you want to come up to the head end..."

      Roy started scrambling.  "Yeah, that sounds good!"  Shit!  A blowjob,
too?  What a day!

      Lucuis shambled up.  "You okay with this?"  He was willing to bet that
before today, sex with a black man had never entered Belle's mind - and he'd
have been right, for that matter...

      Belle locked eyes with him and shrugged.  "I'm not the person to ask -
she is!"  She indicated Becky with her chin.  "Or he is..." with a nod
toward Robert, who was watching intently.  Returning her attention to
Lucius, she added, "But, no, I DON'T have a problem with it.  In fact, I'm
looking forward to it..."

      "Them's pretty kind words, considering what's gone on today," Lucius
observed while rubbing the sheathed tip of his sizeable member along her
nether lips.

      Belle laughed softly, "You don't know the half of it!"

      "Huh," Lucius snorted, "You ready then?"

      "Please."

      Lucius put his hips behind the penetration, slowly working his glans
through the opening.  "Damn!  That lil' fat girl was right!  No more'n Roy
opened you up, he'd a' probably not been able to feel ya after I got done!"
'Pretty damned comfortable, though,' he mused to himself as, halfway in, he
backed off some to spread her natural lubrication over the rubber.  On the
next stroke, his glans bonked her cervix, and she wondered how she was going
to handle the rest of him...

      Lucius seemed to divine her question.  "A little practice, an' when I
get goin' that door'll flower open," he offered.  "Dunno about today,
though.  You're a little more snug than my Irma was - 'course, I mighta
stretched her some!" He winked, grinning, drawing a delighted smile from
Belle.

      Well, the wit MIGHT have been what elicited the smile - or it might
have been the fact that Lucius was expertly handling the largest cock Belle
had ever taken!  Belle decided that she was certainly enjoying it...  The
black man was a gentleman, too!  Very few strokes went by before Belle was
rolling her hips, working at getting every bit of enjoyment the long, heavy
shaft could deliver.  It wasn't QUITE as stiff as say, Roy's, but it was
plenty stiff enough to do the job, and had quite a size advantage!  Big
hands settled over her breasts and began expertly tweaking the nipples.
Just what the doctor ordered!

      Lucius set a steady pace, announcing, "I want to enjoy you a while,
Missy!" Belle wasn't about to complain; she knew she was going to cum -
probably several times!


      Robert, looking on, observed, "I feel left out!"

      Merry grinned, "Me, too!  Where do you want me?"

      "Hmmm," Robert mused, looking around, "See any more of those benches?"
He nodded to where, several feet away, Rick and Mandi were still at it on
the padded bench, Mandi obviously rounding third.

      Merry smiled fondly.  "They're a cute couple, aren't they?"  But the
question turned rhetorical, despite Robert's nod, as her eyes swept the
room, "Isn't that one?" she asked, pointing off to one side.

      Robert shifted positions.  "Yeah."  There one was, hidden by the
display rack.  "Let's drag it over here - I'd hate to miss the show."


      Lucius looked down at Becky, who was emitting a constant series of
quick, tense moans.  "Al, you better slide her back across this one's belly
- she's about to lose her legs!"

      The comment took a second to penetrate; Alvin wasn't pay attention to
anything but the interface between his cock and that weirdly fine pussy.
"Huh?"

      "She's gonna cum big," Lucius amplified, "an' when she does, she's
gonna fall down!  Drape her back across this 'un!"

      "Yeah," Alvin nodded vacantly.  "Didn't work before..."

      "We're takin' it easy," Lucius assured him, "Aren't we?"

      "Uh, yeah," Belle gasped.  HE might be; she wasn't so sure SHE was!
What a cock!

      Alvin had throttled back while considering his options.  Becky
whimpered; why had he stopped hammering her?  She was SOOOO close...

      "Hey!  Becky!  Raise up!" Alvin demanded.

      "Huh?"  Becky did so, more or less instinctively.

      SLAM!

      "Uuhhh!"  Becky lost her air supply as Alvin simply drove her into the
side of the bench, causing her to do a belly-flop onto Belle.  Belle, too,
had the breath forced out of her, but she recovered quickly, since the
primary point of contact was Becky's spongy tits.  Lucius chuckled at her
comical expression.

      Alvin grinned fiercely and resumed his shattering attack, the animal
in full control.  He was gonna give this little bitch two big cums, then he
was gonna shoot a load in her that gave her triplets!  Yeah!  Maybe quads!

      Becky, head up to regain her breath, produced a beatific smile and
began to hum in time to his stroke, "Um, um, um, um, um, um," the volume
getting steadily louder.  She was totally disconnected from anything but
that plunging cock and its immediate effects, her attention riveted on the
growing bubble of her orgasm.

      Animal Alvin was still slamming and still working on the fantasy.
'Maybe I'll unload five on her - or six!  Yeah, six!  Treat her like a bitch
and she'll have a litter, like puppies!  Damn, this is good!  Who'd have
thought?  How come the chicks I date don't feel like this?'

      The bubble burst.  "UuuuUUUUUMMMM!  Oh, God!"  Becky went rigid,
grabbing the far side of the bench and arching her back as the waves
inundated her.

      Alvin had a moment of simple gratification before the velvet glove
began milking his cock.  Normally, he'd have handled it - but this was
Animal Alvin, and he hadn't been operating in the disconnected, controlled
mode Rational Alvin used.  Becky's pulsing liquid grip was too much, and he
had been riding too close to the edge, enjoying it rather than controlling
it.  "YEAH!!!  SHIT YEAH!!!" Animal Alvin howled, as he tried to drive his
cock through her cervix an instant before unleashing an torrent of cum -
long, rippling shots that roared up his pulsing cock with almost painful
intensity.  Every one of those shots she took on her cervix caused another
flash of joy in Becky; she took three before her eyes rolled up and she
collapsed across Belle, boneless.

      "Uh, Becky?  (That was her name, right?)  You okay?"  Animal Alvin
subsided, leaving a confused Rational Alvin in his wake.  But he left the
pleasure, too...  Minor movements of his cock in Becky's still-pulsing
channel sent shock waves through him - his penis was suffering from an
INCREDIBLE case of post-coital sensitivity!

      "Mmmmm?"  Becky roused slowly, eyes unfocused.  "Yeah.  'M fine.
Damn, that was good!"

      "Yeah," Alvin agreed distantly.  Hell, it had been incredible!  But
why?  What made this chunky little brunette so special?

      Becky got shaky hands under her and raised up; both she and Belle were
generating a lot of body heat, and the area where their bodies overlapped
was sweat-sticky.  "Are you done?  Or do you want to go again?"

      "Uh," Alvin stepped back and a completely defeated cock slipped from
Becky's cleft.  Alvin was momentarily tongue-tied with embarrassment;
normally, even after he let go, he was still stiff - but the whole encounter
had been so cataclysmic.  "Guess I'm done, for now," he husked, embarrassed.

      Becky turned around and eyed the tool.  "Well, we pounded it pretty
hard.  Sounds like you're up for a rematch, though - and I'm gonna hold you
to it!"  She turned and slid into his arms and offered her lips - which
Alvin took, to his continuing surprise.  What's more, when they broke, he
had two handfuls of her generous ass!

      "Oops!"  Alvin let go like he'd been burnt, but Becky just smiled.

      "Run along," she chuckled, "I'm sure you've got stuff to do."  Turning
away, she continued, "I'm supposed to be supervising this..."  She blinked,
reached down to her cleft, and drew back a soaked hand.  "You wouldn't have
anything..."

      "Oh, yeah!  Sure!"  Alvin managed to get his trousers up and made for
the counter, where he fished a roll of paper towels from beneath and hurried
back.  "I'm sure you're not the only one..." he mumbled lamely.

      "Well, Belle might catch up, but I'm the current leader," Becky
replied, grinning.  There was a small stool nearby, and she collected it,
setting it near Belle's head, and sat on it, dabbing at her nether lips with
the paper towel.

      Alvin turned and hurried off, plopping on a high stool behind the
counter.  He sat there, eyeing Becky and looking troubled.

      "Your leg," Belle gasped.

      "Huh?"

      "Get your leg!"

      Becky looked down.  Sure enough, big drops were rolling down her inner
thigh.  "Wow!  What a flood!" she observed, "I'm gonna drip for a week!"

      Belle smiled somewhat distractedly and returned her attention to
Lucius, who was steadily poling her with his big cock.  Lucius grinned,
"Damn, you're good!"

      Belle closed her eyes and pulled a breath, "You're no slouch!
Mmmmmmm!"

      Becky leaned in, "Not exactly punishment, is it?"

      Belle smiled, "No."

      "Taking Roy down the throat won't be, either," Becky opined.

      Belle, eyes closed, shook her head.

      "What if Pop does your ass?" Becky inquired.

      Belle shrugged, "Maybe."  Obviously, she didn't care.

      Lucius stepped up the pace.  "Let's get us some!" he rumbled.

      Belle's hips began rolling in earnest; Lucius' cock was wonderful, and
the additional speed was all she needed.  She began emitting a series of
whining gasps, "Yeah... Yeah... Yeah..." as Lucius slowly applied more
power.

      Becky could see where this was headed, so she hopped up, uninterested.
She found Pop and Roy going over the toy racks.  "How's it going, boys?"

      Pop looked up, eyeing her nakedness.  "Fine.  I'm gonna get me another
piece, in a bit, if she's still there.  What happened to you?"

      Becky looked down at herself.  "I got carried away."

      Pop just nodded, but Roy ogled her.  "Pretty good for, uh..."

      "Heavy?"  Becky grinned ferally.  "Good enough for Alvin, over there."

      "Musta been," Roy agreed.  Tentatively, he reached out a hand...

      ...And Becky batted it away.  "Sorry, I'm done handing it out."  She
turned and headed back toward Belle, calling over her shoulder, "Let me know
if you find anything - she's enjoying herself too much again!"  Becky
continued past Belle and Lucius and stuck her head through the half-open
door of the couples' booth.  Pat and Evie were both buck naked, Evie riding
Pat's long cock cowgirl style on the couch.  Both of them had blissful
smiles.  Pat was cradling Evie's little flat titties and playing with the
nipples; Evie was looking as flushed and animated as Becky had ever seen
her.  "Hey, Evie!"

      Evie's eyes opened, taking in Becky's dishabille.  "What happened to
you?"

      "Got carried away," Becky replied.  "Had your sterling example before
me...  How many is that?"

      Evie blushed.  "Rubbers?  Two."

      "Cums?" Becky prompted.

      "Four," Pat announced smugly.

      "How come you're on the bottom?" Becky chided.

      "She wore me out," Pat admitted.  "So we switched."

      "She didn't wear THAT out," Becky observed, eyeing his still
burgeoning erection.

      "Nah, just my back."

      Evie's eyes were going glassy, and her breathing was getting noisy.
"Go 'way, Becky - we're busy!"

      Becky grinned and backed out.  The drips had slowed down, so she
started gathering her clothing.  Belle was showing signs of a recent orgasm,
and Lucius was grinning from ear to ear as Roy sidled up.  "Uh, can I get
that..."

      Belle opened bleary eyes.  "Sure, Sweetheart.  Lower my head - use the
crank."  Moments later, she was accepting Roy's cock.  Alvin ambled up and
took a couple of photos of Belle being serviced at both ends, directed a
couple of troubled glances at Becky, and retired to the counter.  Lucius
started showing some strain, and Belle started thrashing, gurgling "Oog!
Oog!  Oog!" around Roy's cock.

      About the time Belle started really arching and heaving, Lucius
grunted and landed about a half-dozen pile-driver strokes before subsiding.
Stroking her thighs, he stood there a moment, then backed off.  "Damn, that
was good!  Gimme a few, and I'll be back!" he announced, stripping off a
loaded rubber.

      Pop ambled up, and Becky made her request, "She's enjoying it too much
again - would you do her ass?"

      Pop blinked.  "Shit, I'll try!"  The idea apparently appealed to him -
he had no problem producing an erection, or holding it while applying a
rubber.  Becky fished a lube packet out of her shorts pocket, and Pop
greased himself and Belle up.  The insertion provided a satisfactory amount
of thrashing and groaning, as far as Becky was concerned; Belle obviously
didn't enjoy the initial stages.  But she settled down, and Roy's face again
took on that look that said he had no worries about her biting his cock off
or anything.  Becky figured that unless she got really inventive, things
were about done.  She ambled over to where the master was just helping the
older slave to her feet and announced, "I'm afraid I didn't do very well."

      Robert shrugged.  "She'll find it memorable.  It was worth it.  I felt
that you did a pretty good job!"  He glanced over at the action, "Are they
about done?"

      Becky glanced back at the trio who were working out, "No.  They'll
take a bit.  Then the black guy will probably want another piece.  The kid
might actually manage thirds!  I told them they could have all they
wanted..."

      "Fine.  We've other business to attend to.  Belle will be well worked
out by the time we're all finished," Robert announced.

      "I'm not sure she's being punished," Becky asserted.

      "Well, it's difficult.  She's a bit of a masochist," Robert allowed.
"Got any ideas?"

      Becky grinned like a shark.  "Well, it's about humiliation, right?
Does she live with you?"

      "No.  Not yet, anyway," Robert admitted.

      "So, if she had to entertain them - individually - at her house, in
the next week...?"

      Robert's eyes bugged.  "Whew!"  Privately, he wondered if his hold on
Belle was that good...  "I'll take that under advisement."

      "It's radical," Becky admitted, "but it will cure embarrassment!"

      Robert nodded, deep in thought.  "Are you leaving?"

      "My girlfriend is still busy.  She kind of surprised me!" Becky
admitted.

      "You got some pretty hot action, too, it looked like to me..." Robert
glanced at Alvin, who glanced at the pair of them and looked troubled.

      "Yeah," Becky replied, "I surprised myself, too.  But not as much as I
surprised him, I think."

      Merry smiled.  "HE surprised him!  He's struggling, but I think if you
work him right, you can reel him in!"

      "I don't know," Becky replied, "It was great, but it was like
lightning - it won't happen again.  I'm not what he's looking for."

      Robert shook his head.  "I wouldn't be too sure.  You've proven
yourself to be formidable, and resourceful.  Don't throw away that
advantage."  He moved off toward Alvin.

      Merry lingered a moment.  "Sometimes, what a man THINKS he wants..."
She turned and followed her master.

      Robert closed on Alvin, who was sitting behind the counter, looking
perplexed.  "Shall we continue our discussion?  I'd like to get some
suggestions for apparatus while Belle is finishing..."

      "Huh?  Oh, sure!"  Alvin gathered himself visibly.  "I have a couple
of pretty good books on the subject..."  The pair moved back toward the
bondage display.  "Are you looking primarily for restraints?"

      "Well, I don't know," Robert replied.  "Certainly that, but I need to
keep the interest of my charges.  It wouldn't hurt to have something
diabolical up my sleeve..."

      Alvin chuckled, and proffered a book.  "Why don't you peruse this?  It
has various classical items in it, along with some suggestions for homemade
devices."  He grinned widely at Merry.  "The most fiendish always seem to
fix it so that the victim is hoist on his or her own petard..."

      "Perfect!"  Robert began thumbing through the volume, examining
pictures and diagrams.  "Some of these items look like they are not designed
to leave the user in any viable condition afterward, but they DO spark the
imagination..."

      Alvin nodded.  "The Inquisition, in particular, was only interested in
extracting a confession.  Whether there was any truth involved was
secondary; so was the survival of the confessor.  Still, there are things to
be learned, if only what NOT to do!"

      "Ummmm," Robert mused, still thumbing pages.  "I'll take it.  In the
short term, though, what can you suggest?"

      "What are we looking at for structure?"

      "Standard improved basement, concrete floors and walls, drop ceiling
over floor joists at seven feet four inches." Robert replied.

      "Well, you're not going to be hanging THAT one up vertically," Alvin
observed, nodding to Mandi.  "Still, if you angle things...  May I?"  He
took the book from Robert and flicked the pages, coming to a picture of an
apparatus that dragged upon the victim by the simple expedient of keeping
him/her off balance, using the victim's own weight against them.  "Something
as simple as a fixed sawhorse or a bar at the midriff can make this
tolerable for long periods while rendering it uncomfortable as Hell..."  He
grinned maliciously at Merry, who returned the look, poker faced.

      Robert arched an eyebrow.  "Had any luck, yet?"

      Alvin laughed, "No, she doesn't scare easily!"

      Robert turned his full attention on Merry, "Yes.  Overconfident, that
one..." NOW Merry blanched, realizing the trap she'd fallen into.  After a
moment, she handed Robert her punishment book.

      "Her training is exquisite, though," Alvin observed.

      "She's come a long way, and she's highly motivated," Robert replied.
He opened the book, poised the pen, examined Merry's worried eyes, and
slammed it shut.  "She's hard to discipline.  It's difficult to find a good
reason to do so."

      "Why don't you start with a couple of sets of manacles that you can
shoot bolts for into the floor, a couple of small tackle rigs, and some D
rings?" Alvin suggested, "You'd be surprised how flexible those items are.
Locks, a couple of eyebolts...  There's really no need to get too fancy.
I'd recommend looking at stocks, later, but..."

      "Fine.  Let's look at suitable restraints.  I can always call you if
imagination fails," Robert replied.  "Merry, have you selected everything
that the three of you were to obtain?"

      "I think so, Master.  Work and dress collars - was there anything
else?" Merry asked.

      "Nothing explicitly requested, but you may look.  What about the
engraving?"

      "I called it out," Alvin interjected.  "The engraver was in.  We
should have them soon, given the amount of time that has elapsed."

      Robert nodded, and Merry got the hint.  "I'll go see what Rick and
Mandi are doing, Master."  A nod of release, and she was off.

      When they were alone, Robert asked, "Did you enjoy yourself with the
young lady?"

      Alvin frowned.  "Well, yeah, but..."

      "Out with it.  Perhaps a second opinion will help."

      "I date lots of girls," Alvin related, "and I have standards.  She
doesn't measure up, but..."

      "But?"  Robert prompted.

      "Look, sir - I have no shortage of girlfriends, and nice as they are,
Merry and Mandi don't measure up!  This Becky doesn't even come close!  When
I'm out, girls like her don't even bother to ask!  But I'm standing there,
and she says 'Kiss me!' and I do it!  And she says 'Fuck me!' and I do that,
too!  And I don't know why!"

      "Is that so bad?"  Robert wondered.

      "Well, it isn't half of it!" Alvin burst out.  "I get laid a lot!  I
got laid this morning!  I have a half-dozen 'friends' who hang out with me
to pick up the leftovers!"  Alvin glanced around like he was expecting
Candid Camera, and hissed, "And that was hands down the best piece of ass
I've EVER had!"

      Robert chuckled.  "This is killing you isn't it?"

      "Yeah!" Alvin grunted, "I just can't figure it!  Normally, I'm in
complete control - I say who cums, when, and how hard.  With Becky, I wasn't
in any kind of control - I was just hangin' out there, lovin' it.  And when
she came, she took me with her!"  He rubbed his face.  "I'm still trying to
figure out how I got there in the first place!"

      Robert chuckled.  "Obviously, the young lady has something missing in
your other applicants."

      "What?" Alvin demanded, irritated, "Forty pounds?  Acne?"

      "Hmmmm.  I, personally, found her to be extremely resourceful, and
more than a little intelligent.  And while physically, she wouldn't make my
top ten, either, she's not totally repulsive..."

      "Look!"  Alvin whipped out his wallet, displaying pictures of three
svelte creatures, the most modest of which was in a string bikini.  "THIS is
the competition!"

      "I submit to you, Son, that SOMETHING is trying to tell you that it's
time to look past the packaging!  You just said it!  You're not really
having fun with these girls - they are an exercise in control - nothing
more!"

      "Okay, but why her?  Why this particular fat chick?" Alvin whined.

      "You might as well ask why DNA is twisted clockwise - if it is.  Is
your sudden appreciation of the heavier side general?"  Robert queried.

      Alvin glanced at Belle, then across the room at Monica.  "Nope.  At
least, I don't think so.  Nobody else here is her age, but..."

      "Then it could be anything - her personality, pheromones, perfume.
Maybe she reminds you of - oh, I don't know! - your mother?"

      "Um, not likely," Alvin shook his head.

      "Well, your subconscious is screaming at you," Robert observed.  "You
need to get your head straight, or re-evaluate your priorities."  He took
another look at the Miss Alvin contestants.  "These girls all look pretty
high-maintenance to me.  How would you like to be stuck with one of them for,
say, twenty years?"

      Alvin was making a face before he thought about it!  "Uhhh..."
Realization dawned.  "Well, I'm not ready for THIS!"

      Robert laughed.  "Well," he chuckled, "You need to get a handle on
what it is that she brings to the table that your hindbrain has such an
interest in.  After that, you can try to figure out what to do about it.  I
can tell you this:  It isn't sex."

      "It isn't?"  Alvin looked stricken.

      "No, it isn't," Robert replied.  "She had you jumping through hoops
long before she bent over and rubbed your cock in her wet spot!"

      "Hoooo boy!" Alvin moaned, "Let's talk about something simple, like
diabolical torture devices!"

      The two spoke of outfitting the Nellis' basement as a dungeon/playroom
and of the various methods of handling the photos from the first visit.  In
the meantime, Pop got his licks in Belle's ass, Ray lost a second load in
Belle's throat, and Lucius started his second round in Belle's tight box.

      Robert looked over at where Pop and Roy were regaining their trousers.
"Gentlemen!"  All three men granted him their attention.  "Alvin has your
contact information?"  Ray and Lucius merely nodded, Lucius pumping
steadily.  Pop was more suspicious.  "Yeah, why?"

      "I may want you to make another delivery," Robert announced.  That got
their attention!  Belle's too!  Her eyes went from pleasure-filled slits to
wide orbs, which she turned on her new master.  Robert stared back, smiling
enigmatically.

      Merry stood with Rick and Mandi, watching the proceedings.  "Well,
better her than me..."

      "Something wrong, Mum?" Rick asked.

      Merry sighed.  "I acted too unconcerned when Alvin teased me about
getting tied up in the basement," she announced ruefully.  "Now I'm afraid
I'm in for it."  She caught Mandi's eye, "You're lucky - your master merely
has stamina.  Mine's diabolical!"

      "Maybe I'll get Pop to swap for a week," Rick mused.  "He can wail on
Mandi... That would put an end to all of the anticipation."

      Merry rolled her eyes, "As if that's a major issue!  Besides, your
father would get a week's worth of young stuff; what would YOU get?"  Rick
wiggled his eyebrows and Merry erupted, "Rick!  I'm your mother!"

      Rick chuckled evilly.  "Wait'll I tell him how interested you are!"

      "Rick!  No!  Oh, God!"  Turning to Mandi, Merry begged, "Say
something!"

      Mandi shook her head, "You think I have any influence on him?"

      Merry turned away, "Me and my big mouth!"  But she couldn't deny the
itch.


      Belle, already worked up, was having no problem climaxing under
Lucius' driving attack.  This time, he wasn't taking it easy, and Belle gave
herself to the pleasure as control slipped away for the second time since
he'd entered her.  In the midst of her explosion, she felt him surge and
pulse, and when he collapsed across her she found herself kissing him.  Skin
color didn't matter - and besides, he had big, soft lips...

      "I hate to rush you, but we're all done, here..." Robert announced
apologetically.

      Lucius backed off Belle and smiled at her.  "Well, it was a LOT more
than I expected to get when I arrived!  Thanks, Baby!"

      Belle smiled, and set about trying to get her limbs to work.  She was
limp as a dishrag, and sore in some of the oddest places...

      "Give your men a hug, and come over here and kneel up," Robert
directed.

      Belle did so.  Roy was still looking at her cow-eyed, and seemed
incapable of saying anything but "Damn!"  Pop, whose real name was Ed
something, murmured, "Sorry about the ass..."  Belle kissed him on the
cheek, and murmured, "It was fine.  Did you like it?"  Pop nodded,
embarrassed.

      Lucius gave her a big hug.  "That was sure fine!"

      Belle smiled.  "Becky was right, you ARE luscious!"  Lucius laughed
and patted her on the ass.  Belle slowly made her way to Robert, and knelt.
She needed a good massage and some painkillers, but otherwise, it had been a
remarkable experience!

      Robert collared her with her new 'working' collar.  While he was at
it, Becky wandered over, "No hard feelings?"

      Belle smiled.  "No.  God knows what I'd have done in your place!"

      "Um, what about the, uh..." Becky colored.

      "Girl stuff?"  Belle smiled.  "I didn't mind."

      "So, are you embarrassed?" Robert queried.

      "About what I did?  Yes.  About this?" Belle indicated her nakedness
"No."

      "Good," Robert approved.  "Girls, recover your clothing - it's time to
leave."  Turning to Becky, he rumbled, "Thanks.  You did a helluva job."
Carefully not looking at Alvin, he murmured, "Stay on him - he's confused,
but he'll get used to it."  Getting a nod from Rick, he turned to the
slaves, "Collect our stuff - we're leaving!" and turned toward the door,
leading the caravan out.

      Lucius, sated, wandered to the door behind the group, but was stopped
momentarily by Monica.  "I agree with the others," she whispered, pressing a
slip of paper into his hand, "You ARE luscious!  Call me - or better yet, I
get off at ten..."

      Lucius gave her a quick once-over (which she passed), and hit the door
muttering, "It's fucking Christmas..."

      Becky drifted over to the counter, where Alvin sat regarding her
warily.  Monica, released from door duty, drifted back into the area just in
time to hear Becky ask, "So, when do you get off?"

      "Ten," Alvin replied, then blinked.  Why in the Hell hadn't he kept
his mouth shut?  "Uh, I've got to know:  Are you wearing some kind of
pheromone perfume, or something?"

      "Noooo," Becky replied, making a show of sniffing, "I'm a little bit
whiff from the exercise...  Hmmmm, there's a distinct whiff of excitement,"
she regarded him sidelong, "And you, of course..."  She shrugged.  "I'll
take a shower and be basically back to where I was when I walked in.  Evie
and I didn't doll up to come here."  Once again, she gave him the look.
"Would have, if I'd known..."  Watching his face, she scowled.  "Still
trying to figure out why you did it, aren't you?  Funny, I don't see you
puking on the floor!" she snapped.  "Look, Honey, somewhere in your head is
a place that knows the difference between display pieces and the real thing.
You need to get in touch with it, because if you and it were talking, you'd
be married already!"

      Evie came out of the couples' booth towing Patrick, looking
significantly mussed and absolutely radiant.  Becky was tempted to chide her
about her odd gait, but realized that she had the same problem.  Catching
Becky's eye, Evie announced, "We need to take Pat home, okay?"

      Becky chuckled in amusement.  Evie was absolutely transparent; she
wanted to know where the boy lived!  Judging from the look on Pat's face,
though, if Evie showed up at his place, the only questions would revolve
around how much secrecy would be required to get her into his room...
"You're robbing the cradle, Evie - how old is he?"

      Evie frowned, slicked a loose strand of her thin blonde hair behind an
ear and stamped a narrow foot.  "He's outta high school!  That stuff doesn't
matter any more!  Besides, I'm not THAT much older!" she asserted
indignantly.

      Pat slid in behind her.  "You tell 'em, Baby," he murmured, then
settled his lips on the right side of Evie's neck.  Evie flinched away, then
stopped, backed up, and re-presented her neck, smiling.

      Becky had to admit, a little nookie did Evie wonders...  "Whatever.
Don't get goo on the back seat, you two!"  Turning back to Alvin, she eyed
him for a moment.  "How many girlfriends do you have?"

      Alvin scowled.  Where was THIS headed?  "Five or six."

      "Serious about any of them?" Becky cocked an eyebrow.

      "No."

      "That easy, huh?" Becky smiled crookedly.

      "Well, yeah..."  Alvin started feeling a resemblance to a cockroach.

      "But is it that good?"  Becky hopped up and bussed him on the lips.
"See you at ten."  She turned and headed for the door.

      Anger flashed in Alvin, "I..."

      "Hmm?" Becky glanced over her shoulder.

      "Nothing," Alvin sulked.  Becky was smiling as she hit the door, wide
hips swaying.

      Monica looked on in amusement, unable to resist setting a needle.
"So, are you gonna date her?"

      Alvin whirled on her, "No!"  A moment later, resignation filtered
through the irritation.  "Yes."

      Monica chuckled, "So, are you into big girls now?"  She jiggled her
chest.

      "No!"  The 'Duh!" was unspoken, but inherent in the tone.  "The fact
that she's chunky doesn't seem to have anything to do with it...  Wish I
knew what DID!"

      "I think she's got a point!" Monica pontificated.  "I've seen you with
those other chicks."  She paused a moment, then, "I've seen you fuck those
other chicks!"

      "You WHAT?" Alvin exploded.

      Monica reached over and flicked three switches.  The closed circuit
monitor displayed the interior of the couples' booth.  "Jesus Christ!" Alvin
roared, "You..."

      "I have plenty of background for comparison," Monica murmured, making
shift to ignore his outrage.  "You don't fuck those other girls, you
masturbate with them.  They could be a blow-up doll, or a penis pump.  You
fucked Becky.  And you had a helluva time, too, didn't you?"

      "Yeah," Alvin admitted.  "I kinda let go and went ape-shit on her.
But..."

      "But nothing!" Monica snapped.  "I watched you let that woman put a
rubber on you!"

      "I took it off!"

      "But your normal playmates can't even mention the word!  You know why?
'Cause it makes 'em unworthy of the effort!  You probably couldn't even get
yourself to cum with one on!"  Monica shook her head.  "Face it, its
chemistry!  Quit trying to analyze it and enjoy it!  The answer will come to
you, if you really need it!"  She eyed him for a moment.  "What did she say
to you when you took it off?"

      Alvin grinned and screwed up his face into a parody of Becky's,
announcing in a high voice, "Fat chicks are notoriously fertile!"

      Monica cracked up.  "Oh, boy!" she wheezed, trying to get air.  "That
set you off?  You were tearing it up..."

      "I went totally psycho!  Told her I guessed that made me a daddy and
just went nuts on her, running this big fantasy of her dumping a litter,
like puppies, while I pounded her into the middle of next week!  It was
total nutcase time!"

      Monica grinned, "Was it good?"

      "Was it!?  It was... unreal!  I totally lost it!"  Alvin shook his
head.

      "Ever had that kind of fun before?" Monica asked, eyes dancing.

      "No."  Suspicion took over Alvin's expression.  "Let me guess where
you're going with this..."

      Monica shook her head.  "You don't have to.  Let me ask you a
question:  Do you date women to enjoy yourself, or to be seen with them?"
Alvin opened his mouth, but Monica forestalled him, "Don't answer - just
think about it.  While you're thinking, I'll offer you a proposition:  I'll
bet you twenty bucks to a public blowjob that if you start dating her, her
face will dry up and she'll drop twenty pounds."

      Alvin looked really bothered.  "Can we let this go for a while?"

      "Sure."  Monica changed the subject.  "How much did the Nellis harem
drop?"