Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Shopping Around
Part: 2 of 6
Universe: The Swarm
Summary: A side jaunt before a pickup nets a Confederacy Marine a hidden jewel

Keywords: MF M+F Mf oral anal noncon reluc exhib ScFi

Chapter 2

	The first thing to happen was the business type who had been outbound
went boink against the wall-field.  "Ouch!"  Rick stood.  "Sorry about that,
but you really won't want to miss this party," he said, loud enough to be
heard over most of the café.  "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm a Marine -- and
you're all invited to a pickup!"

	Pete never got over this; you could hear a pin drop, and the looks on
everyone's faces were priceless!  He glanced at Maureen.  "Time for your
graduation exercise, Honey.  Go over to Debra's booth and shuck out of your
clothes -- I want you lying on the table with your knees up, buck naked, when
I get around to you -- understand?"

	"Yessir."  Maureen gulped.

	"It's about following instructions, too," Pete admonished, knowing
what was running through her head.  "You won't be alone -- in fact, you'll be
setting the standard.  Now go."  Maureen nodded and took off.  Pete stood to
cover his partner.  "I'll go gather the outside crowd."

	The interdiction field was in place, too; Pete stepped over to the
door and said, "I think you should join us inside, don't you?  The half-dozen
dazed occupants of the outside tables got up and came inside without comment.

	The business type was one Wayne Moore -- six point seven, an executive
at the same defense contractor the techs came from.  He had a hot-looking
brunette in a business suit with a skirt with him; when Rick waved him over,
she grabbed his arm and started rapidly delivering a sales pitch.  He put his
arm around her and led her to the Marines.  "I get two, right?" he asked.

	"Yes," Pete nodded.  "If you want some advice, don't buy a pig in a
poke."  He nodded at where Maureen was unzipping her skirt; her blouse was
already off and folded neatly on the booth seat.  Debra had pulled off her
jacket and was proudly displaying her breasts in that fancy blouse of hers.
Wayne turned to the woman he was with and raised an eyebrow; she stared at him
for a moment, bit her lip, and started getting out of her jacket.

	"Okay, will Sanket Pasupula, Mitchell Francke, Sandrine Knopf, Michael
Fisher, Kiran Patan, Jason Frederics, Elias Whitcomb, and Elliott Bradley join
us over here, please?" Rick announced, his voice amplified by a unit in the
ring he was wearing.  He was already wearing his stinger, too, in case someone
started something early.

	Most of them were with the group they were tracking; they were either
in line or gathered around the coffee pot, awaiting their friends.  Oddly,
there were several girls with the group today, also -- an unusual occurrence.
At least three of them got smart right away and started politicking, grabbing
a guy and hanging on as they came across the room.  "Did you bring your own?"
Rick teased while handing out CAP card readers.  "We didn't expect the
crowd..."

	"It's Anne's birthday," Sanket related, somewhat embarrassed,
indicating a slightly heavy bleached-blonde secretary type still standing in
line, looking shocky.  "I invited her to... celebrate... and several of the
other girls came along..."  A thin Indian girl in what Rick took to be
traditional dress was hanging on his arm.

	"I'm going to tell you what I told this gentleman," Pete said,
indicating Wayne.  The brunette, naked except for her high heels, was knelt up
industriously sucking Wayne's cock.  "Don't buy a pig in a poke.  We have time
for a quick road test or two -- just because she looks good doesn't mean she
has what it takes to keep you happy while she pumps out your children."  He
addressed Sanket directly, "Since you invited her, is she of interest to you?
Why don't you give her a birthday present six or seven inches long?"  The
Indian girl looked scandalized, so he addressed her, "If I was Sanket, I'd tip
YOU over a table, too!  Just because you're in his ethnic group doesn't give
you the inside track..."  He eyed Sanket significantly.  "It's a new world,
guys - and Equal Opportunity isn't a factor.  When you leave here, you'll own
whatever you've collected -- make sure she isn't under the impression that SHE
owns YOU!"  He turned to Sandrine and murmured, "You being the exception, of
course."

	The Indian girl looked suddenly frightened; Sanket eyed her
dispassionately and said, "Maybe you should petition Kiran..."

	The girl blanched, and Pete realized he'd walked into something.
"What's up?"

	Sanket turned to him.  "Rachana's family was holding out for a better
bride price, saying that I'm not good enough for her.  She made me make a fool
of myself on several occasions..."

	Pete grinned.  "And now the shoe is on the other foot.  Well, well,
well..."  He leered at Rachana.

	"Sanket," she pled, grabbing his arm, "I will love you and honor you
and have your babies..."

	"But will you OBEY me?" Sanket retorted.

	"Yes!  Oh, yes!  Please, Sanket!  I'm sorry!"

	"Then you will obey me now, won't you?" Sanket sneered.  "You will
undress and offer sex to..." he scanned the crowd, "...that man over there..."
The old fellow had to be sixty.

	"But I am virgin!" Rachana protested.

	"You will come to ME sullied -- and with the proper attitude for a
fallen woman!" Sanket roared.  "Do as I say!  And if others want sex from you,
you will provide it to them, too!  Go!  Or stay here, alone!"  Rachana
actually bowed before scampering off to offer her virginity to the old man.

	Pete shook his head.  "Are you sure you want to do that?"

	"There is too much pride in her," Sanket replied.  "I kept hearing all
about her treasured virginity.  Well, I do not treasure it; I hope she learns
the skills of a common slut -- and the humility that goes with it."

	Pete shrugged.  "It's your call, Man -- but if you have her do that,
but don't take her -- and you don't have to..."

	"I love her," Sanket replied, "but..."

	"Will you love her after she's had a handful of strange dicks in her?"
Pete prompted.

	"Yes," Sanket replied.  "This is my decision.  As you indicated, she
must learn who is boss."

	Pete shrugged.  "Okay, then.  About this Anne?"

	"An excellent idea.  I had given up on Rachana -- and Anne..."  Anne
was VERY different.

	"Well, now you can have the best of both worlds," Pete replied.  "and
two more, for that matter."

	"Yes..."  Sanket smiled widely.  "Yes, I can."  Pitching his voice
above the din, he added, "Anne!  Would you join me, please?"

	Anne looked up and hustled over, wringing her hands.  "S--sanket?"

	"Are you at all interested in bearing my children?" Sanket asked her
bluntly.

	The woman, who was several years his senior, rocked, blinking.  "Y--
yes..."

	"How far will you go to demonstrate this interest?" Sanket asked.

	Anne took a couple of seconds to process this; clearly, she wasn't the
brightest bulb in the circuit...  "What do you want?"

	"I want to see your body -- and I want to know if we are sexually
compatible," Sanket replied, adding, "Now."

	Anne looked around; it was pretty clear what he was demanding.  She
started unbuttoning her blouse.  "I'm... kind of fat..." she muttered,
shamefaced.

	"I know," Sanket replied.  "It is something I find pleasing about
you."

	"You do?"  Anne got serious about undressing.

	"Yes," Sanket replied simply.  "Your breasts -- they are real?"

	"Yes!  Oh, yes!"  Anne started tearing at her clothing.  Pete,
satisfied that this was under control, shifted his attention elsewhere.

	Wayne Moore was clutching the brunette to his crotch -- and she was
swallowing.  While Pete watched, he pushed her away.  "I always wanted to do
that," Wayne announced, grinning.

	The brunette, realizing that she was being spurned, pled, "Wayne!
Please!"

	"Everyone knows that you got where you are by being the office slut --
and that you're not above a little blackmail!" Wayne sneered.  "But I wasn't
good enough, was I?  I wasn't in the fast lane to that vice-presidency you
were fucking for!  Well, I got mine, anyway -- but I won't be manipulated!"
He turned away to examine the other women; Rick was busy organizing a meat
market in front of the counter.

	"Wayne!"  The woman crawled over and grabbed his leg, clinging to it.
"I'll do anything!  ANYTHING!"

	"I'm aware of that," Wayne retorted, not looking at her.  He looked
over at the booth where Rachana, crying openly, was knelt up before the old
guy, who was lining his cock up to take her virginity, his pants around his
ankles.

	"Are you sure you want this, Honey?" the old guy asked her.

	"P--please," Rachana sniffled, then gave a short wail of pain and
anguish as he penetrated her.  Pete wondered what hurt more -- giving up her
virginity or watching Anne kneel and take Sanket's cock in her mouth...
Sanket shifted his gaze from woman to woman and seemed pleased with both
results...

	Wayne, watching this byplay, assumed a thoughtful expression.  "If you
are that willing," he told the brunette without looking at her, "go and find
the biggest cock in the room -- have the owner fuck you in the ass.  If you're
REAL good and it looks like you might manage to become pregnant with a lawyer,
I'll consider taking you on as a domestic servant."

	"B--but Wayne..." the brunette protested.

	"It's your decision..." Wayne retorted -- then deliberately kicked
her.  She screeched and backed off.

	"Want me to stun her?" Pete asked.

	"No, I want her to suffer," Wayne replied.  "Sanket, there, has the
right idea."

	"Ooookay," Pete replied.  There was a lot of pent-up aggression in
this group...

	Elias Whitcomb was the visibly least-prepossessing member of the
group.  Slight and barely five feet six inches, he sported straight, reddish-
brown hair in a bowl cut.  A little peach fuzz adorned his pink cheeks, and a
pitiful little strip of fluff from his lower lip to his chin; he looked about
sixteen, but was probably twice that age.  On the other hand, he was far and
away the smartest of their little group, and he projected this attitude...
Right now, he was strutting up and down the line of women Rick had organized
in front of the counter, looking a bit like Napoleon, smoking a cigarette.
One of the counter help, an older woman, told him, "You can't smoke in
here..."

	"I bet I can," he replied, waving the butt in her face.  "This is
probably the last cigarette I'm ever gonna get, so I'm gonna enjoy it!
Besides, who you gonna call?"  Rick, watching, smirked.  This guy was all
entertainment...  Elias turned his attention to the contestants, "Everyone got
out their CAP cards?  Good."  He wandered over to Sue, one of the counter
help.

	Most of the counter help was either over fifty or college girls; Sue
was the exception.  "Let's see yours," he directed.  "I've always wondered..."
Rick wondered, too; Sue wasn't much to look at.  She was heavy, and had a
seriously fleshy, slightly hog-nosed face...  "Jeezus..."  Elias grunted,
disgusted, tossing her CAP card on the floor, "You really ARE as stupid as you
look!"  Sue burst into tears.  Elias appeared to take pity on her.  "Are the
tits at least real?"

	"Yes," she sniffled.  At Elias' gesture, she got out of her apron and
pulled her top over her head.  There were a couple of serious jugs there, but
Rick figured that they were going to be droopy -- and he was right.  "Jeezus,"
Elias complained.  "You're a charity case -- you know that?  Fuck."  He stood
there, gazing at her, looking disgusted, while he finished a cigarette and lit
a new one off the butt, flicking a glare at the older clerk while he
deliberately ground the butt into the floor with his heel.  "Lemme see the
rest."

	The rest wasn't any better -- Rick thought she might have halfway
decent feet, but that was it.  When she was done, Elias looked her up and
down, sighing.  "You really ARE a charity case!  Jeezus!"  Sue sniffled a
little louder.  "Look," Elias grunted, "I might have an opening for a milk
cow.  Do you think you can handle anything that simple?"

	"Y--yes..." Sue sniffled.

	"I'm gonna have to have you rebuilt from scratch to be able to look at
you," Elias complained, "but what the fuck.  Get your card and go stand over
there..."  He pointed at the main group.  Sue bent to collect her clothing.
"Hey!" Elias yelled.  "Just the card!"  Sue blinked, collected the card, and
thudded off.  Elias sighed again and announced, "I guess I'm in the market for
a milkmaid, now -- any takers?"  He puffed on his cigarette.

	"That was mean," one of the counter help -- a college-age oriental
chick who looked to be both smart AND hot -- said.

	Elias turned on her.  "I don't know if you've noticed, Honey, but
SHE'S standing over THERE and YOU'RE standing over HERE!  I think she can
handle my shit."  He eyed her.  "I suppose you aren't interested in taking
care of her sorry ass..."

	The Jap chick, proving that she was sharp, replied, "I didn't say
that."

	Elias eyed her.  "Do you fuck?"  Before she could answer, he yelled
over his shoulder, "Hey, Sue!  Do you fuck?"

	"Y--yes!" Sue yelled back.

	"You damned well better!" Elias retorted, then returned his attention
to the Jap girl.  "Well?"

	"Yes," she replied simply.

	"And do you suck dick?"

	"I do now."

	"You've got enough brain cells for both of you, maybe -- but it's not
gonna be easy proving it," Elias grunted.  "Get naked and show me."  The Jap
girl wasted no time; Elias looked up at the clerk worried about his smoking,
"Hey, Grandma, get me an ashtray, willya?"

	"We don't have any," Grandma replied.  "This is a no-smoking
establishment!"

	"Figure something out," Elias directed.  Rick shook his head,
grinning, and turned his attention elsewhere.

	Sandrine Knopf, a small, slightly hunchbacked woman with graying hair
and a mannish gait, was following Wayne's unidentified brunette as she
examined the male population of the café for cock size.  Pete came up to her
and asked, "Are you looking for one or two?"

	"One would be more than I'm used to," came the reply.  "I'll probably
pick up another woman to share him with and to take care of the kids.  I'm not
the motherly type."  Pete nodded, watching the brunette, who wasn't having a
hard time at all getting males to show her their cocks, reflecting that this
at least kept the males occupied.  They'd had to stun a bunch, more than once.

	Elliott Bradley apparently had his pair from the group that
accompanied them here; Kiran Patan appeared to have done similar, collecting
two more Americanized females of Indian extraction -- but he had two to go.
Jason Frederics was interviewing one of the counter help, a bigger girl who
seemed to have a permanently unhappy expression -- although she was currently
working hard to overcome it.  "I'm surprised," Rick muttered to him, "she
looks... grumpy."

	"It's something she was born with, apparently," Jason replied,
referring to the way the corners of the young woman's mouth turned down, "I
imagine that it is a cross she's had to bear -- but I've been coming here long
enough to know that she's really sweet..."  The subject of their discussion
beamed.

	"If I was you," Rick admonished.

	"Yeah," Jason nodded.  "Take your clothes off, Allison."  Allison
nodded and started stripping.

	Pete rounded on the booth where Maureen was waiting for him, as
instructed.  Eyeing Debra, he said, "I'd go join the line if I were you."

	Debra nodded and got up.  "Good luck, Dear," she told Maureen.
"Remember to keep your head down when you suck."  Smiling wistfully at Pete,
she headed off.

	Pete turned his attention to Maureen.  "Are you wet?" he asked.

	Maureen bit her lip, "Yes."  Something about this whole mess excited
her even more than it embarrassed her -- and she was afraid she was going to
be permanently pink...

	"Good.  We don't have a lot of time."  He fished out his cock -- which
was already erect -- and moved forward to penetrate her.  "Put your legs over
my shoulders."  Maureen did as she was told and raised her hips as he dragged
her ass to the edge of the table.  Pete was pleased to note that she hadn't
been lying; when he swabbed his cock up and down her split inner lips, they
made juicy noises.  Losing no time, he poised his cock at her opening and sank
inside her.

	"Oooooohhhh!" Maureen moaned -- but her tone was reverent, rather than
reflecting surprise or pain.  "Oh my God!"

	"You like?" Pete asked, as he withdrew and pressed in again, deeper.

	"Oh, yes!" Maureen moaned, eyes bright.  Pete couldn't help but wonder
if she was bullshitting him, but if he could have gotten inside her head, he'd
have stopped worrying; Maureen was thrilled to death with the situation and
even more thrilled with Pete's cock!  He kept driving it deeper and deeper --
and it was 'way past anything she'd ever had, exploring new territory in her
depths.

	Pete got serious about stroking her insides -- God, she was hot in
there! -- and Maureen settled back assuming this glazed look and going 'Uh!'
with every stroke.  That only lasted about thirty seconds before Maureen got
VERY agitated and clutched his shoulders and started driving her ass at him,
wailing, "OOOOOOOOOOHHH!"  Her head rocked back and she gasped," OMIGOD!
OMIGOD!  OMIGOD!  OMIGOD!" in time to powerful thrusts against him while her
pussy spasmed around his cock and fluids poured from her opening.

	"Holy shit, Honey!" Pete gasped.  Control went out the window and he
started hammering her, taking the last few strokes before he let go, but she
was right there with him, wailing, her pussy milking him as he let go and
spurted a flood into her.

	Pete got a grip on himself and looked up to find Rick gazing at him
surprised.  "If you don't want that, I'll dump one of mine out an airlock and
take her as a replacement!" Rick yelled.

	"Like I said -- get your own!" Pete yelled back.  Turning his
attention to Maureen, he added, "Honey, you just graduated with honors!
Welcome to the family!"

	"Oh thank God!" Maureen wailed, clutching him.  Her happiness had
nothing to do with escaping the Earth and everything to do with Pete's
acceptance.  He was incredible!

	Nearby, Rachana looked on, wishing she could react as the big white
woman had.  The old man who had mounted her was gentle and caring, but the
pain of her lost maidenhead and her agony of humiliation and despair would not
allow her to enjoy his plundering of her vagina; she cried openly, even while
assuring the old man that he should continue and that her unhappiness was not
his fault.  Sanket watched her, his expression vengeful, while Anne sucked his
cock noisily; in her greed and hauteur, she had poisoned their relationship
and now must either create a new one in which she paid for her foolishness
forever or lose Sanket...

	"Stop," Sanket told Anne, caressing a cheek.  "That is enough, for
now.  Come with me."  He strode over to where Rachana was doing her penance
and gazed down at her with hot eyes.  "You offer your partner no pleasure?" he
asked Rachana.  "Is this how you would act if you were having sex with me?"

	"N--no..." Rachana blubbered.

	"Give the man his pleasure, then," Sanket insisted.  "Give him YOUR
pleasure!  You are not here to feel sorry for yourself -- you are here to
prove that under the chaste virgin is a slut!  If I cannot see that..."  He
let the threat hang.  Circling the table, he presented his cock for her to
suck.  "Can you suck?  Anne is quite good at it -- can you compete?  Or are
you too pure?"

	'Will Sanket's vengeful anger ever abate?' Rachana wondered.  "Sanket,
I..."

	"You're done then?" he demanded.

	"No, no!"  She reached out to take his member in her hand.  "I--I was
going to tell my family that they should desist -- that I was going to marry
you anyway."

	"When?" Sanket sneered.  "When were you going to stop toying with me?
Did you hope to break me?"

	There was nothing that she could say that would keep this thing from
running its course, so she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth.
It shamed her to think that she had experience in this, but Sanket, her love,
did not know it.  She had played him false -- and now, she was going to pay,
lavishly, for her folly.

	Sanket reached forward and stung her ass with a swat.  "Move your ass
for the man!  Show me the slut behind the virgin!  Show me the value of that
which I waited so long to possess!"

	Rachana started moving; the alternative was unthinkable.  She must put
away her shame and humiliation and both give and take pleasure from this act,
or Sanket would spurn her!  Initially, she concentrated on her sucking, gently
holding Sanket's scrotum in one hand while she moved her lips on his erection,
then she directed her attention to the cock pistoning in and out of her
vaginal canal, looking for the physical positives instead of the spiritual and
psychological negatives.

	... And they were there!  The old man did her a favor by being slow to
bring to climax; instead, he lasted until she discovered she needed him and
then stayed on while she found arousal and began to move with it.

	Sanket realized what was happening when she started losing track of
what she was doing with her mouth.  "Oho!" he jeered, "is the slut coming
out?"

	"She's getting better -- no doubt about it!" the old man puffed.

	"... And not a moment too soon!" Sanket grunted.  He extracted his
cock from the lips and leaned down to engage her eyes directly at close range.
"You are a fallen woman now -- a simple slut who fucks strange men for
pleasure.  Remember your new position and find joy in it -- for I intend to
keep you in that place!"  He stood and turned to Anne.  "Watch her; see that
she gives him pleasure.  When she has finished, pick another man at random and
have her bring HIM pleasure, too.  I must go pick my other women."  Anne
looked unhappy, but all three of them knew that she would do as she was told.

	Kiran stopped Sanket as he passed.  "You are correct in doing this.
She shamed you -- many times."  He turned to glower at the two women he had in
tow, "Learn from this -- I have."  Sanket nodded and walked on.

	Mitch Franke stood looking at the selection.  There seemed to be
everything from eight to eighty, not that either extreme was particularly
appetizing.  Sizes, shapes, and colors ran the gamut, too, but not in large
numbers.  Sandrine was negotiating with a couple -- a man and a woman who were
both carrying a bewildered child apiece.  She was apparently asking frank
questions, to which the man was replying, "Yes, I can do that..."  Finally,
she waved them toward the Marines, falling into step behind them.

	There was some young stuff on the end in short shorts and tank tops;
Mitch watched as Mike Fisher coaxed them out of their tops.  After a moment,
the shorts followed, and the girls stood there, looking embarrassed, in
nothing but flip-flops.  One of them had a little mouse-brown Mohawk on her
pudenda (somewhat comical because her hair was blonde above); the other ran
darker and VERY furry -- but at least the curtains matched the upholstery.
Mitch drifted over...

	"So, have either of you had sex?" Mike asked.

	"Ewww, no!" the pseudo blonde erupted.  Mitch found himself smiling --
they were SOOO young!

	"Have you ever seen a cock?" Mike pressed.

	"Well, yeah," the blonde admitted, "a couple of times."

	"Have you ever touched one?"

	"No."

	Mike stood there, hands on his hips.  "You know, you're cute and all,
but what's in it for me?  Do you have any idea what this is all about?"

	"Well, sure..." the blonde replied, but then ran down.  The brown
haired one just looked scared.

	One of the Marines wandered over.  "Damn, I don't know if I'd do
that."

	Mike looked up.  "I'm coming to the same conclusion."  Turning to the
blonde, he asked, "So why don't you tell me your version of what this is all
about."

	"Well, you guys are going to the colonies and you're going to take a
bunch of us with you..."

	"And what are you gonna do, there Sweet Lips?" the Marine asked.  "How
are you gonna purchase your ticket off this rock?"

	"I--I'm gonna have kids, I guess," the girl replied dubiously.

	The Marine stepped in.  "It's not eventually, Sweet Lips, it's now --
you'll be popping the first time in about nine months.  And they'll keep on
coming, too, as fast as whoever takes you can plant 'em.  Do you know how
that's all gonna happen?"

	The girl gulped.  "No."

	"You're gonna learn to fuck -- maybe as early as in the next ten
minutes," Rick told her, leering.  "Maybe you'll make it to the evening, but I
wouldn't take responsibility for your scrawny ass until you proved to me that
your pussy works!"

	The little fake blonde went dead white and tried to cover her titties
and her pussy with her hands.  The brown haired girl dropped into a squat
where the coverage was easier to obtain.  Mike eyed Rick ruefully.  "Wasn't
that kind of harsh?"

	"Not harsh enough, probably," said Debra, suddenly appearing beside
them.  "Girls, can I have a word with you?"  The blonde nodded, and Debra led
her off; the brown haired girl followed docilely.

	Rick eyed Mike.  "I wouldn't take both of them, if I were you.  Get an
older chick to take care of them.  That one has sense -- and a little birdie
told me she gives incredible head."

	Mike wrinkled his nose.  "Yeah, well..."  In the near distance, Debra
was speaking urgently to the girls, pointing their way.  Rick, who had
superior hearing thanks to his augmentation, heard phrases like, "Prince
Charming," and "Saving your life!" and "Unique opportunity," and, the most
telling of all, "Sex isn't dirty..."

	In a moment, the three of them returned, Debra holding each of them by
the hand.  The blonde eyed Rick like he was a snake, but when she turned to
Mike, she asked, "What do you want?"

	"Well..." he muttered.

	"He wants sex, Dear," Debra stepped in.  "That's the deal.  You give
him sex.  In return, you get a relationship and a new life in a place where
you'll hopefully be safer.  He'll be more than a boyfriend -- more than a
husband.  All you have to do is what you're told -- and a big part of that
will be sex."

	The little blonde flicked a glance at Debra, then at Rick.  "Then he
didn't lie..."

	"I never said he did, Dear.  He was being blunt -- men do that.
Sometimes, it's an endearing quality in a man -- you know EXACTLY what he
means.  Men are simpler, that way..." Debra's voice trailed off.

	"So... sex?"  The girl swallowed.

	Mike grimaced and shrugged.  "Yes."

	"Can you teach me?"

	"I'll try, I guess."  Mike looked over at the brown haired girl.  "I
can't handle both of you, though."

	The girls shared a glance.  "No?" the blonde replied.  "Are you sure?"
Tears filled the brown haired girl's eyes.

	"I'll take her," a voice said.  It took Mitch a moment to realize that
his mouth was open.  "We're going to the same place, no doubt.  She'll be
close by," he finished.

	"Yay!"  Both girls dashed tears from her eyes.  The brown haired
girl's bright smile made Mitch feel better over his bout of temporary
insanity.  In a moment, Debra had them kneeling before their new sponsors for
Blowjob 101.  After a short demonstration on Mike she handed off to the
blonde; the brown haired girl seemed to need no assistance.  Mitch looked down
at her as she enveloped his cock, "Do you talk at all?"  She hadn't said a
word in his presence, yet...

	"Uh huh," the girl backed off long enough to mumble, then resumed
sucking.  Debra got up and came around to whisper in Mitch's ear, "I think you
got the bargain, here."  Mitch grinned and nodded.

	Jason Frederics ran his hand through his brush cut.  Standing before
him were a half-dozen women who had wandered into the café after working out
at the local gym, a couple of soccer moms, two or three chunky women of
various ages with big asses, a couple of mid-range to heavy black women...  He
needed a standout -- something different...  And there she was!  At the end of
the line stood a nut-brown stocky woman who looked to be part American Indian.
She was weathered and muscular and had this no-nonsense attitude about her --
and she sported a couple of good-sized, unfettered breasts under a T-shirt,
uncaring that they were easily detectable or that they sagged some.  Jason
stepped over to her.  "What are you doing here?"

	She shrugged.  "The coffee is cheap.  I'm picking up for the bunch
working on the bank building construction across the parking lot."  She nodded
toward the windows.

	"Are you looking to be picked up?" Jason pressed.

	"I'll go if I'm picked," she replied calmly.  "Or I'll take coffee to
the boys."

	"Do you always dress like that?"

	She grinned.  "Always.  Show bitches piss me off."

	"Do you fuck?"

	"Regularly."

	"Can I see 'em?"

	"Sure.  It's your quarter."  She whipped off the T-shirt, and her tits
rode a bit higher without the pressure from the cloth.

	"I like you," Jason announced.  "You wanna go?"

	Nadine Peters looked at the fresh-faced kid before her.  "I'm damn
near twice your age, Son."

	"Maybe I need a mama," Jason replied.

	Nadine shrugged, and her jugs jiggled -- and Jason's eyes tracked them
faithfully, provoking a low chuckle from the woman.  "Most of the guys seem to
be trying before they buy..."

	Jason shrugged.  "I trust you.  You've got a card, right?"

	"Yeah."  True to form, Nadine had a wallet.  She fished it out.

	Jason was unsurprised to see that she had good scores.  "We'll fuck if
we have time before the pickup -- but for now, you're with me."  He gestured
her out of line.