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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 20 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: m_solo F_solo M_solo blackmail D/s

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 20

        So they went to Lon's -- which didn't work out to be anything
outstanding, either.  Candace got the tale -- or at least pieces of it --
from Jean by telephone; when she realized where they were headed, and her
response was, "Serves you both right!"  Then she added, nastily, "Why don't
you go out back and jerk off and see which one of you shoots the farthest?
Nobody's getting any from me!  Maybe I'll play with myself, too, and keep
you both good and worked up!"  With that, she started mauling her nipples
through her halter top -- and the guys got the Hell out of there!

        When they were gone, she grimaced; she could have done with a little
dick from Rick, after all, but there was the principle of the thing -- they
should suffer AT LEAST as much as SHE had; she made a face as the memory of
Jean's taste on her tongue came back.  Living that down was going to take a
while; fortunately, Jean didn't seem to be intent on rubbing her nose in
it...

        Lon and Rick were left hanging; Candace's suggestion was just too
embarrassing to contemplate for both of them, so Rick went home -- and they
both jerked off in privacy, several times.

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        The three to eleven shift had become almost intolerable for Robert
Rankin; now, not only was Nurse Tolliver swaying more than ever as she moved
to and fro, she was watching him out of the corners of her eyes, catching
him literally every time his attention was attracted by that delectable ass.
Worst of all, he could NOT understand the nature of the spell the chunky
nurse was weaving around him!

        Nurse Carter was no help -- she was the first to point and giggle
when his attention drifted to Tolliver's assets -- which included a VERY
full brassiere, by the way!  He found himself wishing he could operate
wearing blinders -- or at least sunglasses.  Yes, sunglasses, he mused, so
they couldn't see where his eyes were -- couldn't see them tracing the shape
of Nurse Tolliver's big breasts, or the heavy cheeks of her ass...  And then
Nurse Carter giggled again, and he realized that once again he'd been
caught!

        For Beth, there was a certain real novelty in having the attention
of an adult male; the temptation to toy with him was inescapable.  She
worked at finding new reasons to bend at the waist in front of him, either
facing him, so he got a cleavage shot, or facing away and watching him ogle
her ass, upside down.  Louise thought it was hilarious -- but she upped the
ante with the question, "So, when are you going to take it to the next
level?"

        "Next level?"  Beth looked blank.

        "C'mon, Honey -- you KNOW he wants it!  When are you gonna rub his
nose in it?"

        "I...  You're kidding, right?" Beth asked, amazed.

        "Not at all," Louise replied.  "He wants his hands on that ass -- or
those tits -- in the worst way!  Why don't you, um, 'accidentally' give him
a little free sample?"

        "What?  How?"

        "You'll think of something, Hon," Louise assured her.  "If he's
serious, you won't be able to peel him off of you after that; then you can
start soaking him for dinners and movies and such.  And after THAT, you'll
be measuring his pecker in no time!"

        "Louise!"

        "Well?  You want to, don't you?  I do..." the black woman countered.

        "You do?"

        "Sure."  Louise gazed at her levelly.  "I love the old man, but we
cross too often heading different ways.  So, periodically, he gets a little
strange, and I look the other way -- and vice versa.  It's just dick..."

        "I wonder how big it is..." Beth mused.

        "You can't tell by looking at him," Louise grunted.  "I've seen some
really imposing men with the saddest little pee-pees..."  She snickered.
"Hell, they didn't rate being called dicks..."

        "I know what you mean," Beth giggled.  "Roy -- my ex -- wasn't
anything to write home about.  Toby, on the other hand..."

        "Little Toby?" Louise blinked.  'What's she doing looking at her
son's dick?'

        "I, uh, stumbled onto him while he and a girl were occupied," Beth
covered her ass.  "She was a VERY happy little woman!"  Beth held up her
hands for a measurement.

        "Unbelievable..." Louise shook her head.

        Beth nodded.  "I was more than a little surprised..."

        "So, who's dipping you?  One of his school friends?" Louise asked.

        Beth went cherry-red from shock!  How did she guess?

        Louise laughed.  "Well, you SAID he was a young guy!  Then you tell
me you 'just happened' to catch Toby having sex -- obviously for long enough
to take dick measurements.  Who was he fucking?  I bet it wasn't any
teenybopper!"

        "Louise!"  Beth waved urgently for her to pipe down.  "Okay, I'll
tell you -- but this is SERIOUSLY secret!  If it gets out..."

        "Sure, sure -- but I want it all, Hon -- you don't want me
guessing!" Louise admonished.

        "Okay."  Beth leaned in close, glancing around.  "Toby and a couple
of his friends made this pact -- each of them would look the other way while
the other two hit on his mother.  We all know each other and none of us have
a man in our lives; it turned out to be relatively easy for the boys to
twist our arms..."  She stared off into space for a moment.  "So Toby is
getting sex from a couple of my girlfriends, and I'm getting sex from a
nice-looking blond boy and another good-looking dark-haired kid -- both of
whom I've known for a while."

        "Two?" Louise's eyes popped.  "You go, Girl!"  She looked sly.
"Maybe you could introduce me around..."

        Beth looked worried.  "No offense, but it's bad enough that I TOLD
you!  If they find out...  Everybody is scared to death some busybody from
the religious right will smoke it out and get us all crucified..."

        Louise shook her head.  "The things we all have to do to get a
little sex...  Whatever happened to free love?"

        Beth shook her head.  "HIV, among other things."

        "Well, if an opportunity arises, I'm in!"  Louise declared.

        Beth looked pensive.  "How deep?"

        "I want it ALL, Honey!" Louise replied.  "Bring 'em on!  ALL of
'em!"

        "Everybody?" Beth queried.  "That might get kinky..."

        "Honey, you SAID you watched Toby plow some girlfriend of yours!  I
get the picture..."

        "Well..."  Beth began to feel directly threatened by the idea.  What
if Louise found out what a slut she was?

        "I've seen quite a few things, Hon.  I'm hard to shock."  Louise
looked around.  "The old man and I used to go to swinger's parties all the
time."  Her eyes glowed.  "Have you had them both?  At the same time?"

        "Yes."  Beth blushed almost purple.

        "How was it?"

        "Just incredible!  They just keep going and going..."

        "God!"  Louise got really agitated.  "Do me a favor, Honey -- watch
the desk!  This thing's got me too excited -- I need to run to the ladies'
and diddle..."

        "Uh, okay..."  Beth was vaguely amazed.  The things you learned
about people, totally by accident...  Louise grabbed the purse, hopped up,
and was gone.

        Ten minutes later, she was back.  "Thank God for my little friend!"
she sighed happily.

        "Friend?"

        "Yeah," Louise grinned.  "Every girl's dream -- the uncomplicated
lover."  She fished in her purse and brought forth an object not much bigger
than a lipstick case.  "Contrary to popular demand, you don't need six
inches of hard plastic -- this on your clit is MORE than enough!  Here, take
it!  Give it a try!"  She laid it in Beth's palm.

        "I couldn't!"  Beth blushed scarlet.

        "Sure you can!  Just don't wear it out -- I have all these gang-bang
fantasies to get out of my system now..." Louise winked.  "Go on -- you KNOW
you want to!"

        "Okay."  Beth tucked it furtively in a pocket and headed for the
break room.

        The staff bath off the break room was unisex, but it was partitioned
into different areas so that one could get a shower or use the toilet or a
urinal without too much embarrassment -- although the urinals in particular
weren't well-placed for privacy; apparently, guys didn't care all that much.
The break room also featured an alcove where the resident on duty could get
a nap; Beth figured she would find Dr. Rankin there, but she didn't.
Cautiously, she entered the bathroom.

        Checks of the shower and changing areas turned up nothing -- no big
surprise, really, since Louise had just been in the bathroom...  Gentle
finger pressure on the door of the stall near the wall didn't open it for
some reason, but a look underneath revealed no feet.  Sighing, she slipped
into the other stall and lowered her scrubs to the floor, then settled onto
the toilet, knees spread wide.

        Finding the power switch on the little vibrator wasn't exactly
rocket science; very quickly, Beth had it buzzing merrily on her clit.  It
would have been nice to free her breasts from their confinement, but it
would have taken too long, so she passed on the idea, opting instead to add
a finger pumping in her vagina to the jazzy stimulation of the vibrator.

        In the next stall, Dr. Rankin was suffering through his second round
of easily identifiable buzzing and feminine sighs and moans in fifteen
minutes!  Beth's foot check, necessarily brief, had been easy to avoid,
since he knew she was there -- just like Nurse Carter's, fifteen minutes
before.  'Dammit!  I got here first!' he fumed.  The worst part was that the
feminine gasps and moans were highly arousing -- as if Nurse Tolliver hadn't
ALREADY made his balls ache -- but if he made a sound...  Fuck it!  Robert
resumed running his hand up and down his aching shaft.  If they could jill
off, he could by God jack off with impunity!  Still, he kept it quiet...

        This one seemed to be different than the last one -- who he'd pretty
much identified as Nurse Carter -- despite the same vibrator noises.  This
one made these little happy squeals at evenly spaced intervals, punctuated
by an occasional "Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!"  Obviously, she was a hot, multi-
orgasmic number, and she wasn't settling for one...  There was also a wet
sound that made his cock rock hard to hear it.  There were only three nurses
on shift -- and none of the other doctors on tonight were female -- wouldn't
it be great if it was Tolliver?  Jeezus!  He held his breath, stifling a
grunt as his cock erupted, painting the stall door with semen -- an activity
that wasn't quite silent...  He sat there, staring at the result dripping
down the door and onto the floor, trying to still his heartbeat.  Had the
woman in the next stall heard?

        Beth missed it; she was grunting her way through her third orgasm of
the session.  This whole doing it in the bathroom thing was nasty and scary
and highly arousing -- she was going to need at least four to keep from
going nuts, now that she'd started!  Her middle finger was slamming in and
out of her cunt to beat the band, making the most awful, sloppy noises
because she was soaking wet.  If someone came in...  The thought of getting
caught like this didn't scare her as much as arouse her further.

        Cleaning the door off just wasn't possible, so Robert just left it,
for now; when it became apparent that the woman in the next stall was still
in her own little world, Robert began tentatively jacking off again, aroused
by the sounds and, yes, the smell of wet pussy wafting under the partition
from the next stall.  'Jeezus, she's hot!  WOW!  I have GOT to know who this
is!'  Pussy that hot could be had, one way or another...  Soon, he was
hammering away, listening to the unknown woman's fingers sloshing in her wet
slot, her moans, and the ubiquitous buzzing of the vibrator.

        As she came down from orgasm number five, Beth reluctantly decided
that enough was enough -- she'd been in the bathroom for a while, for one
thing, and was tempting Fate.  Reluctantly, she shut off the vibe and
contented herself with a few more finger strokes, whipping her thumb over
her still-vibrating clit as she came down.

        Robert was teetering on the edge when the sound of the vibrator
stopped, taking all cover with it.  He shifted to a slow stroke that
maximized the use of his foreskin to keep him on the edge while the woman
next door cleaned up and dressed and flushed the toilet, then exited the
stall.

        'I HAVE to know!'  Robert very carefully got up from the seat and
put his eye to the narrow crack in the stall door...

        IT WAS TOLLIVER!  Robert somehow stifled a groan as his cock went
nuts for the second time in fifteen minutes, painting the stall door with
(to him) audible splats!  God!  The woman was sex on the hoof!  Why on Earth
hadn't he noticed before?  Afraid to move, he watched Nurse Tolliver do a
little mild primping, adjust her scrubs a final time, and make her exit.
When the door closed, he expelled his pent breath explosively and plopped
back on the toilet for a moment's recovery before cleaning up the incredible
mess he'd made of himself and the stall.

        "Thanks..."  Beth pressed the little vibrator into Louise's hand,
blushing.

        "You took a while," Louise teased.

        "Once was not enough..."

        "Run along, then.  412 just rang.  Don't forget to think about a way
to introduce me!  It would be... educational for the boys, don't you think?"
Louise called out.

        "Shhh!  Are you nuts?"  Beth virtually ran down the hall to get away
from Louise and her salacious ideas.

        Louise, chuckling, looked up just in time to see Dr. Rankin appear
from the other end of the hall.  'I wonder where HE was?' she wondered.  He
was checking himself like he had just gotten dressed, or something...

        That was the case, actually; Robert had had to change his scrub
pants -- the ones he wore to the bathroom were slimed with puddles of white
goo.  Approaching the nurse's station, he greeted Nurse Carter warily,
"Nurse Carter.  Anything going on I should know about?"

        Louise had watched him come up the hall; there was something about
the way he looked at her...  The open nature of his question enticed her to
make an inside joke at his expense, but she overrode the urge, suddenly
cautious.  Resuming her business persona, she replied, "No, Doctor, all is
quiet..."

        Robert collected a couple of charts for examination, but he was
primarily engaged in eyeing Louise.  'She's played cat and mouse games with
me before,' he thought.  'Maybe next time, we'll switch roles...'  But his
primary interest was headed for the kitchen with a pitcher for ice-water;
Carter wasn't going anywhere -- he would take a run at Tolliver, first...
He moved off, following, flashing a glance at Carter over his shoulder,
daring her to warn her colleague.

        'My, my.  I wonder who gave HIM testosterone injections?' Louise
wondered.

        Robert entered the kitchen to find Beth bent over, digging in the
drawers of the refrigerator for Jell-o cups -- displaying a wet stain in the
crotch of her scrubs.  The sight firmed his resolve -- not tonight, now that
he'd jerked off twice -- but soon, he was going to find a way to sample
Nurse Tolliver's wares.  And to that end, he needed to step up the intensity
of his familiarity...

        Step up he did, coming up beside Beth and placing his left hand
right on her ass!  "What are you looking for?" he asked innocently.

        Beth froze in place.  "Dr. Rankin?"

        "Uh huh.  What are you digging for?"  Robert craned his neck,
feigning interest.

        "Jell-o..."  'His HAND is on my ASS!'

        "A particular flavor?"  'I want to squeeze SO BAD...'

        "O-orange..."

        "Don't see any..."  Robert craned his neck, moving here and there --
and moving his hand a bit on Beth's ass, too.  After a moment, he backed
off.  "Ummmm, you know you're wet..."

        "What?"  Beth's reply was strangled.

        "Uh, down below..."

        "Thanks..." Beth wailed and ran from the room.

        "Whoa, whoa!" Louise called as Beth tore past.  "What lit YOUR
tailfeathers?"

        Beth screeched to a stop.  "I'm wet!"

        "Where?"

        "Down there!"

        "Well..."

        "It shows!  HE told me!"  Beth rushed over to the desk and
whispered, "And he put his hand on my ass!"

        Louise raised her eyebrows.  "Oho!  So he IS taking testosterone
shots!"

        "What?"

        "I figured him for no balls..."

        "It looks like you figured wrong!" Beth sputtered.

        "And that's bad?"  More raised eyebrows.

        "Well, maybe not..."  Two sets of female eyes tracked Robert as he
left the kitchen.  The return gaze was wary, but indicated that the owner
figured that he could hold his own in any conflict.

        "Well, well, well..." Louise murmured.  "You want to change your
scrubs?"

        "I dunno."  Beth was clearly flustered.  "It's almost eleven."

        "Did he squeeze?" Louise asked, still watching Robert, who had
stopped.

        "No.  Rubbed a bit."  Beth related.

        Louise smiled -- deliberately -- at Robert.  "Still being careful,
then.  You'll have to encourage him, if you want him in your panties."

        "Louise!"

        "Well, you do, don't you?"

        Louise was right -- she DID want Robert in her panties!  "So what do
I do?"

        "Show him your wet spot.  I hope you didn't freak when he put his
hand on your ass..." Louise's eyes laughed.

        "No.  I kind of froze, then we both pretended that Jell-o was more
important..."

        "Okay.  Why don't you deliver it, then, and I'll see if I can
discover Tarzan's intentions."

        Beth looked down at the forgotten container in her hand.  "Oh.
Right."  She turned.

        "And work it, Baby, work it!"  Beth smiled over her shoulder in
reply and started rolling her hips.

        Robert watched this exchange warily from a distance.  The whole
thing looked touch and go for a moment, but Nurse Carter looked at him and
smiled broadly, which didn't seem too ominous, and then Nurse Tolliver set
off up the hall, swaying.  All appeared to be well...  Nurse Carter smiled
an invitation, so Robert cautiously approached the nurses' station.

        Louise opened the conversation, "You surprised her a little bit."

        "Oh?"  Innocence seemed the safest reaction.

        "She'll get over it.  The embarrassment was probably worse."

        "I figured she ought to know," Robert murmured, projecting
diffidence.

        "Yes..."  Louise eyed him.  "It happens sometimes, under certain
stimuli..."  The intent was to lead him to the idea that he had caused it...

        ...But Robert remembered a buzzing object in the next stall.  "Yes,
I'm sure."

        Louise realized that something was not as expected, but couldn't
divine what it might be.  "It was kind of you to offer to help."

        Robert shrugged.  "I'm not in charge of the Jell-o inventory, but if
you need someone to help you count it, I'm around..."

        Louise rocked back in her chair.  'Did he just say what I THINK he
just said?'

        "That goes double for Nurse Tolliver," Robert added, watching Louise
closely.

        'He DID!  The little sneak just announced that he wants to fuck!'
Louise realized.  She locked eyes with him.  "We usually do such things on
Wednesday.  Do you want me to assign Beth?"

        Robert gave his response a moment's consideration, deciding that it
was no time to close doors.  "You do what seems best to you."

        Louise schooled her expression.  'Well, well, well!  Suddenly, he's
VERY gutsy!'  But a verbal response wasn't required, so she merely nodded,
maintaining eye contact.

        Robert got her message; yes, she recognized that he had left open
the option of servicing HER, too -- and yes, she WAS available!  Well, well!
Of course, in a pinch, he had a little blackmail material -- but apparently,
it wasn't required...  Smiling, he returned the nod and moved off.  Things
had just gotten a whole lot more interesting -- but what he HAD was Nurse
Carter, not Nurse Tolliver...

        Beth came back from her errand to find Louise working at charts and
humming.  "So what happened?" she asked.

        Louise's eyes danced.  "I had a very, VERY carefully phrased
conversation with the good doctor," she replied, "and it appears that he has
suddenly become highly ambitious where we're concerned..."

        "We?" Beth blinked.

        Louise nodded.  "While I'm not his primary interest, he indicated
that if I was willing, he would be, too."

        "Well, that takes care of you," Beth grumped.  "What about me?  I
thought you were checking on THAT, not trying to grab him for yourself!"

        "Oh, we took care of that early, Hon -- like I said, I'm not his
primary interest.  From some perspectives, he was probably merely being
polite -- or getting himself a backup, in case you said no."

        "Well, okay," Beth replied.  "But how do I say yes?"

        "Oh, that's simple, Hon!  Just look over your shoulder at him, catch
his eye, and smile!"

        Robert, of course, was watching the pair as though his life depended
upon it.  When Nurse Tolliver looked over at him and smiled, it was
tentative, at first -- bit it firmed right up when he smiled back...

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        Tuesday morning, the women got together for breakfast for the first
time in days.  Early on, there was a lot of wariness; recent events had
stressed the bonds between Candace and Jean almost to the breaking point,
and Jean hadn't really talked to Beth about her activities, either.  None of
them arrived at the coffee house certain of how things were going to go.

        Candace arrived first, which was unlike her, but she had a few
things to organize, if possible.  The last couple of days had brought on
some heavy thinking; she was wondering if she had hocked her soul to Toby
for nothing.

        Beth also arrived early, which made things a bit easier for Candace.
"Hi Candace!"

        "That's Mistress, Hon, when we're alone."  Candace locked eyes with
her, but remained genial -- merely making a point.  This was the first
test...

        Beth blinked, got more serious, and settled into her chair gingerly.
"Yes, Mistress."

        "Good girl."  Candace, pleased, patted her on the knee.  "In front
of strangers, it's still Candace -- although I'll expect proper respect --
understand?"

        "Yes, Mistress."  'Well, this isn't too bad, yet...' Beth thought.
'I can do this, no problem.  She's not abusing me like Roy would.'

        Candace smiled.  The controls were apparently still in place.  At
least THAT was working.  "Why don't you go chase down Tom, over there, and
get me a second cappuccino?  He knows what I like.  Get your own, too, and
get Jean's -- she'll be along any minute."

        "Yes, Mistress."  'Okay, I'm a servant.  I can do THAT, too...'
Beth went off to collect the drinks.  When Jean arrived (punctually, by the
way), she was just returning with the coffees, "Here you are, Mistress."

        Jean settled into her chair, glancing around to see if anyone
noticed.  Apparently, no one had.  "Um, what's going on?"

        "Nothing," Candace replied, "I merely had Beth get us our coffee..."

        "And the 'Mistress' thing?" Jean prodded.

        Candace shrugged.  "That's our new relationship -- isn't it, Hon?"

        "Yes, Mistress." Beth seemed unperturbed...

        "I'm uncomfortable with that," Jean murmured.  "It seems...
wrong..."

        "I'm uncomfortable with this 'relationship' thing you have going
with Toby!" Candace retorted.  "It's not like you can get married, you know.
And you'll probably stunt his development -- he won't know what to do with
girls his age, or he won't be interested..."  puffing up for a full-fledged
rant, she continued, "And it messes things up for Lon and I, too -- you two
making like lovers..."

        Jean waved her hands, "I know, I know.  Toby and I talked about it.
That's my fault, and, well, we're going to fix it.  I just needed to punish
Lon first..."

        "If you hadn't been acting up, Lon wouldn't have gotten stupid, and
he wouldn't NEED punishing!" Candace grumbled.

        Jean arched an eyebrow, but murmured reasonably enough, "Oh, I don't
know.  It seems to me that he had a basic problem that needed attending
to..."

        Candace flicked Jean a hard glance, but Jean stopped there, so, "All
right, I guess you have a point."  She cracked a smile.  "I'd say from the
sad tale I got from the boys last night that you put it to them pretty hard!
I really didn't think you had it in you!"

        Jean shrugged.  They were treading close to a subject that Candace
no doubt found embarrassing, but they hadn't drifted over the line.  "The
punishment seemed to fit the crime."

        Candace chuckled.  "You'll be glad to know that I added insult to
injury -- and that Rick got no relief from me, either!  Do you plan to
repeat the treatment?"

        "No, I think he's sorry enough.  I don't want to turn him into some
kind of -- Jeez, I don't know what, actually!  Besides, I think I crossed
the line with Rick -- he was a whole lot more worked up than anyone should
be..."

        "What ARE you talking about?" Beth burst out.

        Candace giggled.  "Well, you've been out of it, I guess.  You know
what Lon did to Jean on Saturday, right?"

        "Yes."  Beth nodded.

        "I sent him over to Jean's yesterday to have her work him hard to
punish him," Candace continued, "But Jean figured that that wasn't enough,
so she gave him a little object lesson in how to not think with his dick..."

        Candace handed off to Jean; Beth's head swept around to pick up the
new speaker.  Jean blushed.  "I made him give me cunnilingus -- twice -- to
teach him self-control.  And he wasn't allowed to even touch himself.  I had
Rick there to ensure that he didn't do anything stupid -- and to punish HIM,
too -- but that might not have been smart..."

        "They were both hurting when they got to my place -- and you were
working, so Lon was out of luck..."  Candace chuckled.  "And I let Rick know
in no uncertain terms that HE was out of luck, too!  You should have seen
them..."  She shook her head, remembering.

        Jean murmured, "I don't know what got into me.  This whole situation
seems to lead to excesses..."

        "That will settle down," Candace replied confidently.  "As long as
everything balances out, one way or another..."

        "It will," Jean promised.  "I'm not that comfortable about it, but
Toby and I are going to, well, be available..."

        Candace eyed her.  "So you've settled down, then?  No more lovey-
dovey?"

        Jean grimaced.  "Well, no, not like that -- or I hope not, anyway.
I need that; I can't just put myself out there for sex like you can.  But if
I HAVE that, I can sort of use it as a foundation.  If I'm confident about
THAT, I can go ahead and just have sex with others -- or at least, that's
the plan."

        "So you plan to take Lon on again?" Candace pressed.

        "Yes," Jean nodded.  "It would have been easier without our history,
but I'm nerving myself up for it.  Toby is convinced that unless he is
available to you, and I am available to Lon, something he calls the 'group
dynamic' is messed up and everyone is endangered by it.  So, while we will
still have a relationship, it won't be exclusive."

        Candace grunted.  "That will have to do, I guess.  As long as
everyone is participating and things are more or less fair, the odd little
quirks in our individual relationships shouldn't rock the boat.  Now, all
everyone has to do is keep their mouths shut about the whole thing, and
we're golden.  I certainly haven't said any thing, and YOU certainly
haven't, and Beth..."

        But Beth was looking away, blushing.  "Beth..." Candace's tone was
gruff.  "What have you done?"

        "Oh, God!" Beth moaned.  "I didn't TELL anybody, but one of the
nurses at work basically guessed the whole thing!  Well, not the WHOLE
thing, actually, but she figured out that I was sleeping with some of Toby's
friends...  Most of it came out because she kept surprising me by coming up
with the right answers!  You KNOW I can't hide anything..."  Beth wound down
and hunched her shoulders as if she expected to be hit.

        Jean was openly horrified, and Candace was angry.  "Tell us!
Everything!"

        "Well, I'm a lot -- happier, I guess.  It shows, at work.  I guess
I'm acting sexier, too, because one of the doctors has started sniffing
around me, all of a sudden.  Anyway, it didn't take much for Louise --
Louise Carter, my floor nurse -- to figure out that I was getting regular
sex, and she wanted to know about my boyfriend.  So I told her it was just a
sex thing, not a relationship, and that settled things for a while -- but we
started messing with Dr. Rankin..."

        "Is this a side issue?" Candace butted in.  "We need to know how
Louise caught on, not all about lecherous doctors!"

        "Well, it's related," Beth argued.  "Louise started helping me mess
with Dr. Rankin, trying to needle him into making the next step.  We got to
talking about sex, and she said that she and her husband used to swing, but
now their schedules don't match that well, so they each play a little on the
side to make up for the lacks.  Anyway, the conversation drifted to cock
sizes -- little ones, especially -- and I mentioned Roy's, and then let slip
that I'd seen Toby's."  She grimaced.  "After that, I had to cover myself to
keep from letting Louise think I was sleeping with Toby -- and only the
truth seemed to work!"

        "Did you name names?" Candace wanted to know.

        "No!  Absolutely not!" Beth replied.  "But she knows that there are
about six of us..."

        "Jeezus..."  Jean was hiding her face.  It was all coming apart
already!

        "It's not that bad!" Beth insisted.  "She's not outraged, or
anything.  In fact, she wants to play!"

        "What?"  Candace blinked.  This was DEFINITELY getting out of
hand...

        "Well, I TOLD you she used to swing -- and that she plays on the
side!  She wants a piece of Dr. Rankin, although she understands that he's
primarily interested in me..."  Beth dimpled, despite the gravity of the
situation, then added, "She said it might be educational for the boys --
she's black, you know..."

        "I didn't," Candace replied, grumpily.  "This is a fine mess!  You
didn't make any promises, did you?"

        "No.  I discouraged it -- after all, if she joined the group, my
situation would kind of get exposed..."

        "Meaning that she'd discover what a total slut you are," Candace
stung her, "AND that you're a slave..."

        "Yes..."  Beth hung her head.  Candace would use this, undoubtedly,
to make her life miserable...

        "This is bad," Candace groused.  "Do you think she'll stay
discouraged, or is she the kind of idiot that thinks with her cunt, like YOU
are?"

        "Candace!" Jean erupted.

        "Don't get in the way, Jean!" Candace grated.  "For one thing, I'm
totally within my rights, here -- she's MY slave!  For another, look what
she's done!  Don't you agree?"

        "Well, maybe..." Jean subsided, giving Beth a black look.  "This is
terrible!"

        "I didn't mean to!" Beth protested.  "It just happened!  Besides,
Louise was pretty open-minded about it -- and she SAID she used to swing!
Besides, she's helping me with Dr. Rankin!"

        "What about him?" Candace snapped.

        "Well, he wants to..." Beth began -- but Candace cut her off.

        "Uh uh.  Not without MY permission, Young Lady!  Just what are you
going to tell HIM?"

        "I...  Aww, Mistress!  Please!  He's a regular guy!"

        "Exactly.  A regular guy -- something you have ABSOLUTELY NO USE
FOR!" Candace ranted.  "How vanilla do you figure he is, anyway?  What will
he think of the real you?"

        "But Mistress, he's a DOCTOR!" Beth whined.

        "Your ticket to the brass ring?" Candace sneered.  "Is he gonna put
up with the other men in your life?  You can't just pick up men off the
street...  Actually, that would be safer than trying to deal with someone
you KNOW, and who KNOWS YOU!"  Candace rolled her eyes.  "God, what an
idiot!"

        "Awww, Mistress!" Beth whined.  She looked to Jean for support --
and got none; clearly, Jean was angry and disgusted.  "Jean..."

        "You fool!" Jean hissed.  "Every person, friendly or not, who knows
our secret can breach it and lay the group wide open!  Do you WANT to go to
jail?"

        "Maybe she wants some prison Domme to use her for tongue baths and
rape her ass with a dildo!" Candace leaned in and hissed nastily.

        "N-no!  I'm sorry!" Beth wailed.

        "I don't see how we can possibly be safe from this Louise without a
lever on her, do you?" Candace asked the group in general -- and Jean in
particular.

        Jean rubbed her face.  "More pictures?"

        "Or more pretend pictures, one or the other," Candace nodded.  "How
about this?"  She turned to Beth, "If this friend of yours wants in, tell
her we need guarantees.  Tell her we're VERY unhappy that she knows what she
does, and we want protection from her.  Tell her that the safest thing for
us is to make her a member of the group -- but she needs to let us take
pictures, so we have a hold on her and can keep her from blabbing about this
to everybody!"  She glared at her slave.  "God help you if she already has!"

        Beth flicked her eyes to Jean, who screwed up her face in though.
"What if we scare her off?  Or she tells someone to protect herself?"

        "Yeah, just how hot to trot IS this woman?" Candace queried.

        "Um, well, she -- went off and masturbated in the bathroom after we
talked about it," Beth offered.  "And she lent me her vibrator, so I
could..."

        "You won't be doing THAT again!" Candace snarled!  "No relief,
unless you clear it with ME, FIRST!  Understand?"

        "Yes, Mistress."  Now Beth was TRULY miserable...

        "All right," Candace directed.  "First, you offer her first dibs on
the good doctor, and let her know that we'd really rather not endanger
ourselves by taking on another member.  If THAT doesn't work, then tell her
we'll let her in, but we need blackmail material.  Got it?"

        "Yes, Mistress," Beth sighed.  "B-but, Dr. Rankin?"

        "I tell you what -- you bring this Dr. Rankin around to me to look
at -- then we'll see.  Of course, to do THAT, you'll have to tell him I'm
your lesbian sex partner, or some such..."

        "Aw, Mistress!" Beth whined.

        "Honey, if he gets the stamp of approval, he's gonna end up
discovering EXACTLY what you are!" Candace replied.  "Now shut up about it!
If you want him, you've heard my terms..."

        "Yes, Mistress," Beth hung her head miserably.

        "Now go ask Tom if he'll add just a couple of ice cubes to this,"
Candace directed, handing Beth her cup.  Beth got up and took off, and
Candace shook her head.  "What a handful..."

        "What are we going to do?" Jean worried.

        "Well, you can see that Beth needs a keeper by now, can't you?"
Candace replied.

        "Yeah."  Jean favored Beth's back with another black look.

        "She also needs more dick than both of us combined," Candace
grunted, "although I've done without for a couple of days...  That's a
problem, too -- I'm not sure two boys are enough for her."

        "Great!" Jean groused.  "What do we do about THAT?"

        Candace shrugged.  "I'll let you know when I come up with some
ingenious plan; for now, though, it's a short leash and some girl-girl work.
Are you okay with that?"

        "Yeah, I guess," Jean sighed.

        "Good.  It's the safe thing," Candace replied.  "The boys are all
out cruising the mall or something, right?  I'm taking Beth back to the
house to work her over -- and to have her work ME over.  You can come if you
want..."

        "I...  Work her over?" Jean asked.

        "I'm gonna paddle her ass," Candace clarified.  "For one thing, if
it's good and red she won't be showing it to any doctor -- and it will
remind her to keep her big mouth shut..."

        Jean frowned.  "I don't know if I can watch that kind of thing..."

        "Suit yourself," Candace shrugged.  "I won't leave any permanent
marks, and she'll be giving tongue rides, after..."  She arched her eyebrow.

        Jean pondered a moment.  "Maybe I'll wait a half-hour, then come
by..."

        Candace nodded.  "Okay.  I've got a couple of other things I think
I'll dig out and see what our Beth thinks of them.  Meanwhile, uh, thanks
for not broadcasting the little incident from the other day..."

        Jean waved it off.  "It wasn't my idea -- and besides, it wouldn't
help you with Beth..."

        "You know, that isn't me," Candace muttered.  "It was... pretty
embarrassing.  I don't know how he does it..."

        "I don't, either," Jean replied.  "He somehow gets under my skin
without any apparent effort -- but I gather that's different."

        Candace thought about it.  "I think you're right.  With you, it's
charm, or something -- you two mesh.  But with me -- I dunno, hypnosis?"

        "I don't know," Jean replied.  "Toby says he doesn't, either -- so
he doesn't trust it.  But he feels that he needs some control over you in
order to ensure that things don't get out of hand with Beth, so whatever it
is, he's going to use it."

        Candace sighed.  "I can see that; I don't have to like it, but I can
see it."

        "Well, I don't think you've crossed any lines yet," Jean replied.
"Toby realizes that his mother's needs aren't normal; he told me the other
day that it would be difficult to draw a line where she's concerned.  I
think you'll discover that you have considerable latitude."

        "I'm gonna need it!" Candace grunted.  "Here comes the patient,
now..."

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