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Chapter 7



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 7 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: nosex mc

Chapter 7

	But there were still questions to be asked and girls out there to ask
them...  Wanda Samuels was your fairly stereotypical 'fat chick.'  She was
five feet four inches or so, with thin, mouse-brown hair that tended to be
put up in a bun and oily, relatively narrow features if you discount chubby
cheeks -- and then things got, well, wide.  She had a pair of reasonably
large but saggy breasts that, to be fair, looked halfway decent in a bra but
probably weren't going to be as exciting without support over a bulging belly
balanced by a big ass.  Her hands and feet were decent, if small -- even her
calves, although sizeable, weren't bad, but her thighs in particular had to
absorb the difference between the narrowing at her knees and the large anchor
point at her ass.  One look at her and you knew that her thighs rubbed.  She
didn't quite have several rolls of fat hanging off her -- yet.  'How is this
all relevant?' you ask?  Simple -- Wanda was Janice Fremd's close friend...

	At lunch on Friday, a small voice over her shoulder said, "Janice?"
Janice turned to look and found Wanda standing there, wringing her hands.

	"Hi, Wanda," she offered, guilt immediately washing over her.  Mark
had absorbed her attention pretty much completely for the past few days...

	Mark turned to look, maintaining a poker face.  It wasn't polite to
rag on a chick because she was heavy, and God knew he'd seen plenty of them;
Mark's mother was no little bitty thing, for instance.  But for that reason,
Wanda wasn't particularly appetizing.

	Contrary to what might have happened at the cheerleader's table, no
one attacked Wanda for her temerity.  Pete Franklin opened his mouth, but
Alonzo elbowed him -- and Wanda didn't see it.  There were just too many of
the 'underprivileged' at the table for anyone to get high and mighty -- but
the males were still all young guys who had 'standards', if you will, so
there was no immediate interest.  The fact that many of the girls present had
sidestepped those 'standards' was irrelevant to males not involved -- and the
males that WERE involved had their own women and no interest in making
replacements.  Therefore, the crowd, while not unfriendly, wasn't
particularly friendly, either -- basically, they were pretty neutral.  Given
the fact that there WAS a crowd, no one gave much thought to the idea of
adjusting their location on the lunch table benches to accommodate Wanda.
Janice noticed this and wasn't particularly surprised -- after all, no one
would have moved for HER the week before...  She shared a glance with Mark,
who gave her bony thigh a squeeze, and got up to talk to her girlfriend.

	"We, uh, haven't..." Wanda ventured.

	"Yeah.  I'm sorry..."

	"Well, Mark Torres..."  Wanda understood the priority -- it just
hurt.

	"Yeah."  Janice nodded.  "Come on, where are you sitting?"

	"Our usual..."  Wanda couldn't finish.  Was there a 'we' in the face
of the current situation?  Was she going to lose her best friend?

	But Janice went right over and sat down, and Wanda settled into her
own seat.  "I'm sorry -- I've been with Mark and the team and the girls..."
Janice ventured.

	"Yeah, wow!  What happened?" Wanda burst out.

	"Well, it's hard to explain..."  It was REAL hard to explain,
actually!  "Um, Donna got me invited to, um, hang out with the team..."

	"How did Donna do that?" Wanda wanted to know.  "How did Donna manage
to get Big Mac Thornton to even look at her?"

	No safe answer presented itself, so Janice shrugged.  "I dunno."

	Wanda looked over at the team tables.  "I don't stand a snowball's
chance in Hell, do I?"

	"I'd have said I didn't," Janice replied hollowly.

	"What does it take?"

	"Guts."

	"Janice..." Wanda looked irritated.  If there was one thing Janice
didn't have...

	"Oh, I was scared!" Janice insisted.  "In fact..."  Could she relate
this?  Janice, of all people, knew that there were blocks in place.  Yes, she
could, if she left it out of context... "I peed my panties, I was so scared!"

	"Good God!" Wanda erupted.  "How did you get past that?"

	"It was a miracle..."

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	<Toby...>  Amy and Toby were at the team table, linked, sitting side-
by-side.  Toby rolled his eyes.

	<She's gonna be a tough sell,> he noted.

	<I'd have said that of most of us -- wouldn't you?> Amy replied on
their private band.

	<Yeah...>

	<Wait until I'm over there to release Janice.>  Amy got up and headed
off to the table where Janice and Wanda were conducting their conversation.
Toby thought about it and nudged Donna, who looked over at the pair, kissed
Mac on the cheek, whispered in his ear for a moment, got a nod and got up.
Amy, noting the activity, slowed down so that Donna could arrive first.

	"Amy!" Janice looked relieved.  She grinned at Donna, who had settled
next to Wanda.

	Wanda turned to Donna and asked, "Okay, how?  How did you do it?
What could you possibly do to attract Big Mac Thornton?"

	"I'll tell you if you promise never to repeat it," Donna said
quietly.

	Wanda looked back and forth between Donna and Janice.  "I promise."

	"Pinky swear?"

	"Pinky swear," Wanda offered hers and Donna linked up and shook,
gravely.  In the background, Toby applied a block to Wanda.

	Donna's blocks were down.  "I stuck myself under his nose, buck
naked."

	"YOU DID NOT!" Wanda erupted in a voice that could be heard several
tables away.

	"Shhhh!"  Donna waved for Wanda to pipe down.  "I did, too!  Amy?"

	"Uh huh."  Amy nodded.

	"I can't do that!" Wanda whined.  "Even if it was that simple, if I
tried, the guy would puke!"  She shifted her eyes to her girlfriend,
"Janice?"

	"I, uh, took a shower with Mark."

	"You WHAT?" Wanda hissed.  "You guys are fucking with me!"

	"It's what happened," Amy insisted.  "I was two feet away..."

	"Come on, guys..." Wanda whined.

	"Well, it doesn't ALWAYS work," Amy noted.  "We have a couple of
notable exceptions..."

	"Who is 'we'?" Wanda asked.

	"The, um, Booster Club, I guess you'd call us," Amy related.

	"You mean, like...?" Wanda began.

	"No, not the alumni who run the concession stand or anything," Amy
clarified.  "We're... unofficial -- but very effective."

	"What do you do?" Wanda asked.

	"Isn't it obvious?" Amy replied.  "We hook up with the football
team!"

	"Hook up as in 'hook up'?" Wanda asked Amy, then turned to Janice,
"Your pop will KILL you!"

	"I'm still, um, in one piece," Janice replied, pinking up.

	"Then how...?" Wanda's gaze swept to where Mark was sitting with his
back to them.

	"There are... other things..." Janice couldn't bring herself to
describe them.

	"You mean like that game where you suck in Mark's balls and wash them
with your tongue?" Amy giggled.

	"OMIGAWD!" Wanda hissed.  "You DIDN'T!"

	"I did."  Janice couldn't raise her eyes from the table top, but her
voice held a certain perverse pride.

	"But...  How?" Wanda asked.

	"We do things," Amy replied.  "We sometimes give individual team
members a little something after practice if they do something really good --
and we generally have a party after every game -- every one we win, at
least."

	"What happens at the parties?" Wanda asked.

	"Sex, mostly," Amy admitted.

	"That's it?"

	"More or less," Amy amplified.  "No booze, no drugs, just lots of
sex.  Everybody goes naked and..."

	"I can't DO that!" Wanda waved at herself.

	"Oh?" Amy retorted.  "Take a look over there.  Are you as big as
Jasmine?  Tabitha?"

	"She's right..." Donna replied.  "I mean, none of us are exactly
bathing beauties -- even Janice and Anita!"

	"How can this possibly work?" Wanda whined.

	"Boys are a lot simpler creatures than we are," Amy explained.  "They
aren't stupid, or anything -- but they tend to go straight at things.  Add
the fact that guys seem to be horny something like one hundred and thirteen
percent of the time..."

	"Okay..."  Implied in Wanda's response was, 'That doesn't help me...'

	"So.  Take a guy and give him a choice between supposedly hot chick
like Cindy Simpson -- who won't even look at him -- fully dressed, and you,
naked, with your hooters hanging out, asking him if he would like to fuck..."
Amy's voice trailed off.

	"You're kidding, right?" Wanda gasped.  "Then why...?"

	"When is the last time you blew in a guy's ear and asked him if he
wanted to fuck you?" Amy asked.

	"Duh!  Never!"

	"There's your answer!" Amy replied triumphantly.  "When you ask THAT
question, the big head on his neck doesn't answer -- the little one in his
pants takes over.  And the more serious you are about it, the harder it is
for him to think clearly..."

	"What do you mean?" Wanda asked.

	"Ask him that question fully dressed, and he's going to wonder if
you're serious," Amy replied.  "Take those things out of your blouse and put
his hands on them, THEN ask that question, and your hit rate will go WAY up!
Do I have to go on?"

	"But it sounds so simple!" Wanda protested.

	"Yeah, maybe it isn't, quite," Amy agreed.  "You have to deliver on
the promise, or you're wasting your time.  Guys go for looks -- you know
that.  You can bypass looks IF you can pass the performance test.  If you get
balky or you're just no good in bed, you've wasted the effort.  You have to
give him what he wants.  The rewards, however..."  Amy waved at the team
table.

	"I don't see me getting to the performance test, based on my looks!"
Wanda worried.

	Amy shrugged.  "We stuck Tabitha in a totally dark room.  Pete went
in, Tabitha went nuts on him, and Pete was sold..."

	"Tabitha loves to fuck, the way I hear it," Donna amplified.

	"I never have..." Wanda muttered.

	"I hadn't," Donna replied.  "Mac took my cherry.  But I've been
playing with toys FOREVER..."

	Wanda and Janice shared a glance.  "Big toys?" Wanda asked.  Donna
just cackled.

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	At the team table, Pete Franklin grunted, "Are they doing what I
THINK they're doing?"

	"Fresh meat!" Frank chuckled.

	"Jeezus!  Pete complained, "Wanda's fucking HUGE!"

	Isaiah rumbled threateningly -- Jasmine was sitting right beside him
-- and Misha opened her mouth, but Frank beat them to it, "So your dick isn't
long enough to get to the good parts?"

	Ray nearly spewed his soda all over the place -- and nearly choked to
death trying to contain it.  Isaiah rumbled, "The first piece I ever got was
from somebody's momma..."

	"Mine!" Trish erupted, surprising Bobby.

	"Well, I don't want to embarrass nobody..." Isaiah made to back off.

	"Go ahead," Trish absolved him.

	"She made Wanda look like a munchkin.  Titties the size of
watermelons!" Isaiah declared.  "And it was DAMNED good!"  He shifted his
gaze to Jasmine.  "I didn't think twice..."

	"I'm just sayin'..." Pete muttered.

	"I'm just sayin' that you don't KNOW until you've had it whether it's
good or not!" Isaiah rumbled.  "Look around, Pete!  There be some happy
campers here..."

	Pete shut up.

	"Sounds like I owe Trish's momma," Jasmine whispered into Isaiah's
ear.

	"You just might," Isaiah agreed, just as quietly.

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	"Okay."  Wanda eyed the team table.  "What are we talking about,
here?  What do I have to do?"

	"You don't HAVE to do anything," Amy replied.

	"I do if I want to be in the club..." Wanda replied.

	"Okay."  Amy sat forward.  "You come to the party.  There are a
couple of groups -- girls who have boyfriends, and girls who don't.
EVERYBODY wears a mask and goes naked, and we more or less pretend that we
don't know who everyone is.  Girls who have boyfriends -- well, the rule is
that unattached guys can ask, but the boyfriend grants permission.  But the
CUSTOM is that the boyfriend GIVES permission..."

	Janice blinked.  "So, if somebody comes to Mark and asks him if he
can..."

	Amy grimaced.  "Yeah, technically, you're still out there.  Remember
Brenda and Bonita last Friday?  And Misha?"

	Janice nodded.  "Why is that?"

	Amy pursed her lips.  "We used to be really short-handed.  We ALSO
used to have some girls who were, well, under some duress..."

	"What?" Everyone present looked surprised.

	"You really can't tell the difference now, because all of them have
boyfriends, just about -- but when we started out, some of the girls were
caught doing something really embarrassing -- and the guys, well, blackmailed
them.  We had real concerns over group security, so this was convenient.  It
also meant that the girls got handed around at parties.  You guys are all
volunteers, but the old rules are still out there."  She eyed Donna and
Janice.  "You'll remember that someone was pretty pushy about the
initiation..."  Both of them nodded thoughtfully.  "In some ways, it's a good
thing -- it gives you experience, and if a relationship fails, then maybe
you'll have made points somewhere..."

	"Has that happened?" Wanda asked.

	"Yeah, a couple of times..." Amy flicked a glance across the room at
Miriam, who was sitting by herself.  "Let me kind of get into the specifics
for unattached girls, okay?"

	Wanda nodded, still looking at Miriam.  "Sure."

	"Okay.  If you come to the party unattached, there is no question --
if ANYBODY wants something, you need to be willing to do it.  That's what
you're there for.  You put yourself out there and the guys take samples, and
if one of them likes what he gets, then we go through this thing where we ask
you if you like him -- and if you do, we tell him who you are, and vice-
versa.  The hook here is that for him to find out, he has to take you out,
twice -- on real, public dates," Amy explained.

	Wanda frowned.  "So I go naked and I probably lose my cherry and
maybe the guy doesn't like it..."

	"Uh huh."  Amy nodded.  "There are risks.  Maybe lightning doesn't
strike the first time -- or the second, or the third, or even the fourth..."

	"I sucked three or four guys before Mac..." Donna offered.  "It's...
experience.  It makes you better for next time."

	"I didn't do much," Janice admitted, looking at the table top.

	Amy shrugged.  "So you got lucky.  Mark was impressed..."

	"It could crash, though, huh?" Janice pressed.

	"It could," Amy agreed.  "Any relationship can.  Let's talk later --
I think you worry too much."

	"She generally does," Wanda muttered.  "Won't all the guys know I'm a
slut?"

	"The party is all about being anonymous," Amy related.  "You wear a
mask.  You'd be surprised -- guys who see you with your clothes on generally
can't picture you naked, so you might not even be recognized.  But if any of
the guys breathes a word about anything you did outside the group, he's GONE!
No more parties!  I think you can see how that might not be smart..."

	Wanda nodded.  "I won't be alone..."

	"There are usually three or four others -- and usually some older
women, too," Amy explained.

	"Older women?"  Wanda blinked.

	"Yeah, it's a legacy thing," Amy explained.  "The original purpose of
the group was to get the guys -- and a pool of older women -- sex.  The older
women are actually a big help -- they break in the guys so they know what
they're doing before they do us..."

	Wanda frowned.  "Where did the pool of older women come from?"

	Amy sighed.  "If you think about it, you'll probably figure it out.
If you're an older woman and at least one guy our age knows you, you must
be...?"

	"Easy?" Wanda guessed.  Amy shook her head.  Wanda pondered a moment.
The other two weren't much help -- neither of them had direct experience with
the situation.

	"If you have kids in school and you're female, you must be..." Amy
presented another clue.

	"Somebody's mother," Wanda mused, looking on past and still
pondering.

	"Exactly!" Amy declared.

	"Mothers?"  Wanda blinked.

	"Mothers."  Amy nodded.  "The original group members all had mothers
-- and no fathers, for one reason or another.  They made a pact that each of
them would help the others seduce their mother.  This got everybody sex, but
avoided incest.  It wasn't that easy, of course..."

	"Wow!" Janice sat stunned.

	"Nowadays, not just the boys' mothers participate -- we've got some
girls' moms, too.  And there are three or four older guys..." Amy noted.

	"No kidding..."  Amy didn't need Toby to help her read Janice's
thought process.

	"That's interesting..." Wanda mused.  It was also irrelevant -- Wanda
had more or less perfectly normal parents and neither of them would have been
interested -- or admitted it, anyway.  "Okay, so I have sex with three or
four guys and nothing happens.  What's the plus side?"

	"You'll have had sex," Amy replied.  "How bad does actually having
sex scare you right now?  Would you feel more confident with boys if you knew
all about it?  Worst case, you go from wondering, 'Am I ever gonna?' to 'Am I
ever gonna again?' you know?"  After a moment, she added, "Nobody points
fingers -- you come to the party and you do three or four guys, nobody says,
'Hey, she's a slut' -- because you're not alone in the first place, and
because literally EVERYBODY has DONE it in the second!"

	Donna nodded.  "She's right.  You're NOT alone -- and nobody has said
anything nasty to me yet, inside or outside the group."

	Amy sat back.  "Look, I'm not selling.  You asked, and we told you.
All I'm asking is that you keep your word and keep the whole thing to
yourself."  This was pure noise, since Toby had Wanda covered, anyway, but it
sounded good.

	"If I wanna do this...?" Wanda queried.

	"You go to the game -- or at the very least, be here when we get
back," Amy explained.  "We'll get you transport.  The location is secret --
for obvious reasons."  Amy waved and got up and went back to Toby.  Rolling
her eyes, she said, "She's worse than Misha!"

	"Hey!" Misha erupted.  Anita just looked at her.  "Okay, maybe I
deserved that," Misha admitted.

	"I'm sorry, anyway," Amy apologized.

	"She'll be there," Toby whispered.

	"I know," Amy whispered back.

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	Have you ever noticed that no matter where you go in the U.S. there
is always a 'Kennedy' school somewhere?  The JFK High Presidents were the
Eagles' next opponents, one of two high schools in the neighboring town of
Millis.  Since the opponent was close by, the team didn't get out last period
-- but there was a pep rally in the afternoon to get everyone worked up.  The
team and the cheerleaders boarded the bus and the student body either went
home or convoyed up to support the team in their battle.

	The cheerleading squad was clearly fractured; Cindy and Bev and a
couple of sycophants sat up front and the other four girls sat in single
seats behind until Gina and Ben defined the border between the cheerleader
section and the team section.  Mary Vargas, in particular, sat in front of
Gina and Ben and spent a lot of time turned in her seat talking to Gina --
which pissed Cindy off visibly.

	"You're asking for it," Ben pointed out, watching Cindy glare
venomously at the pair.

	"You guys will fix her wagon," Gina declared.  "I have faith in you."

	"Me, too," Mary nodded agreement.

	"Well it won't be this week, so don't let her break your leg or
anything," Toby muttered from where he occupied the seat behind Gina and Ben.

	"Soon?" Gina asked.

	"Yeah.  Promise."  Toby nodded.

	The Presidents had good years and bad years, and this was a good year
-- until the Eagles took the field.  Once again, Coach set them up by
allowing Tad to quarterback all through the first quarter -- but after a
blown pass and a fumble put the Presidents on the scoreboard, Martin turned
Damian loose on them with Tad receiving.  Between the two of them, Clint, and
Mark operating in the air, and Ben and Ray Thinnes on the ground, there were
plenty of reliable targets.  Damian's ground game still needed work, but his
arm was good, and the score was Eagles 14, Presidents 7 at the half.

	In the second half, Damian had to execute on the ground and Tad had
to execute in the air, or the opposing team would find them to be too
predictable, so Martin played his two quarterbacks in those roles, working
them, building their confidence all through the third quarter.  Late in the
third, Tad turned a broken play into a seventy yard gain by the simple
expedient of throwing a lateral to Clint rather than trying to hit Damian,
who was double-covered, downfield -- just before the blitz arrived to attempt
a sack.  It took the Presidents' backfield a ridiculously long time to
discover Clint loping toward the goal line and even longer to stop him.  Ben
finished them off two downs later, going straight up the middle and it was 21
- 7.

	With the next possession, Martin's instructions to his two
quarterbacks were simple:  "Alternate.  Take two of what you're not good at
and one of what you are.  Swap after the third play.  Go right down the
playbook.  You two run things -- I'm going to watch."  It put the two young
leaders under tremendous pressure, but Martin was already thinking about the
playoffs -- there was no better time to press and mold the pair for what was
undoubtedly to come.

	Tad went out first and made eight yards on a pass, then lost two when
Clint couldn't get a proper grip on the second -- then he pulled a
quarterback sneak and slid right through the Presidents' defensive line for
five yards and a first down.  Damian took over and made short ground on a
couple of plays to Ben, then threw to Mark for twenty-one yards.

	And so it went.  The Eagles struggled, but were apparently
unstoppable.  Each of them suffered a near disaster or two, but each
recovered.  Each quarterback found a receiver in the end zone during the
fourth quarter.  Chris turned out extra points like a machine, along with one
field goal, and the Eagles handed the demoralized Presidents with their first
loss of the season, 38 - 7.

	Toby called Candace with the news, "The guys are gonna be a little
wild tonight -- we kicked their ass!"

	"Well, as long as they don't tear up the place!" Candace replied.
"We closed on the clubhouse -- Fred can go to work any time!  Maybe we can
use parts of it next week..."

	"Maybe," Toby agreed.  "I'll pass the word...  Who is there right
now?"

	"Jiang Yi and I, Marta, Beth, and Louise -- oh, and Lon and Sally.
They plan on attending tonight," Candace related.

	"Okay, cool...  See you in an hour or so..."  Toby hung up.

	As they were boarding the bus, Vince pulled Tony aside.  "We, uh,
really didn't make any plans for tonight..."

	Toby grimaced.  "No, you didn't.  I didn't, either."

	"Where is that Fred guy?"

	"Can't say.  He could be home, or he could be out."  'I'm NOT a pimp
for gays!'

	"I think I saw Little Nicky in the stands..."

	"Why don't you make a separate deal with him, then?" Toby grunted.

	"You pissed or somethin'?" Vince asked.

	"I've been too much in the hookup business lately."  Toby rubbed his
face.  "It probably would be good for you to be at the party.  Let's say...
Let's say Nicky is around.  I can stick him in a suck booth and you can get a
suck from him -- or if not, you can get a suck from a girl.  The guys have
been wandering into the booths the last couple of weeks -- you could always
go in and close the door..."

	"Yeah...  Any room in there?"

	"Plenty.  Worst case, maybe we can free up a bedroom somewhere," Toby
advised, adding, "Look, if something happens..."

	"Yeah, I get it." Vince nodded.

	"Pass the word to Eddie Ray, will you?"

	"Sure."

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	The guys were rowdy on the way back.  Smelling an opportunity to piss
off Cindy, they deliberately allowed Mary Vargas some latitude in hanging out
on the edge of things.  Ray, in particular, made her welcome, sliding into a
seat next to her on a couple of occasions.  Mary loved it!  Cindy hated it...

	Amy was right there when the bus arrived; Toby linked hands with her
and dumped the current situation in all of its nuances.  "Have you seen
Nicky?" he asked her.

	"Yes."

	"Have him ride up front when Randy takes the girls, I guess.  Booth
one."

	"We really should have..." Amy mused.

	"We didn't.  It'll be all right."

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	Amy had a zoo on her hands.  There were the girls, the woman -- and
Little Nicky.  He was simplest; Amy just went to him and said, "Vince wants
to see you.  Get in the front of the van."  Iris materialized out of the
shadows and climbed into the van without comment.  Wanda surfaced, nervous,
and peered into the van, then recoiled in shock, "Ms--!"

	"No names!" Amy hissed.  "Get in!"

	Wanda nodded and climbed in, settling next to Iris.  "You do this?"

	"Yes."

	"Is it fun?"

	Embarrassed, Iris nodded.  "Yes."

	"Kewl!"  Oddly, Iris' presence did more to dispel Wanda's doubts than
Janice's.  Janice boarded with Jasmine and Donna and Anita and Misha -- and
Misha came forward and kissed her mother on the cheek, but said nothing.
Gina took a few minutes to break away from the uproar in the locker rooms,
but arrived.  Trish slipped in at some point, along with Tabitha.  Bernice
and Miriam brought up the rear, both somewhat reluctant to suffer the
embarrassment of being there.  The van left the parking lot jam-packed.

	Randy eyed Little Nicky, but didn't say anything.

	Amy had the girls stay in the van while she handled Nicky.  "Look,
this isn't going to be simple.  I'm going to put you in a booth.  How we're
going to get you out isn't clear.  Are you okay with that?"

	"Yeah, I guess."

	"We'll do our best..."

	"I don't care, you know," Nicky muttered.

	"I know you don't, Nicky, but Vince and Eddie Ray would catch some
flack, you know?  It might hurt them," Amy counseled.

	"Well, if it takes doing something that outs me, that's okay," Nicky
replied, "No one will be surprised, anyway.  We'll just try to keep everyone
from knowing who I'm there for."

	"Sounds good."  Amy demonstrated the booth features and tucked him
into Booth One and dashed upstairs to get the other girls.  "Help each
other!" she admonished them.  "Wanda, I forgot to mention this -- we're
colorblind, here.  Black guys do white girls and black girls do white guys --
right Bernice?"

	"Yeah..."  Bernice grimaced.

	"If you start with a suck booth, you don't have to wear a mask
inside," Amy advised Wanda, "although the boys HAVE been known to open the
door and drag a girl out if they're favorably impressed.  If you think you
have a race thing, pair up with somebody -- probably Bernice..."  She handed
out cards, quickly.  "If a guy wants this, he wants to date.  If you don't
want him, just don't give it to him."  Sonya, Teela, and Rick thundered down
the stairs at that point, forcing a little shriek from Wanda, who wasn't
masked yet.  "You guys don't HAVE to come, you know..." Amy muttered.

	"This is our club, too -- we did the initiation," Teela replied
airily.

	Amy shrugged.  "Two?"

	"As usual."  Teela took scarf masks for herself and Sonya, and Rick
pulled a domino off the other stack; the three of them headed for Booth Two.

	"What...?" Wanda muttered.

	"Somebody explain it to her..."  Looking harried, Amy headed upstairs
with Iris in tow.

	The adult women rolled Iris into the group smoothly, with a couple of
pecks on the cheek, even, and continued their preparations.  Amy explained
that there would be a gay contingent and that some adjustments might be
required -- Candace merely rolled her eyes.  Lon kissed Sally and dispatched
her downstairs; she was wearing her bells, which evoked a minor sensation
among the girls -- and mild jealousy in Miriam.

	Meanwhile, Randy returned for the guys.  Toby loaded the van, but
held Eddie Ray out.  "Want to ride with me?"

	"Sure."

	They got organized and the convoy got rolling.  Terence and Damian
and their girls rode together and Hank had Maddie, Toby and Eddie Ray brought
up the rear.  "Nicky is in suck booth Number One," Toby related.

	Eddie Ray nodded.  "Fred said..."

	Toby cocked his head, "What?"

	"He said I ought to try out the other team."

	"I know that you know that we have a few who go both ways," Toby
related.  "Who knows?"

	"What do girls think of that?" Eddie Ray asked.

	"Well, it depends on the girl," Toby allowed.  "I think I would
approach it carefully."  He drew a breath.  "Clint and Terence had it easier
because Brenda and Bonita were doing it, too -- but being a lesbian isn't
frowned on as hard as being a gay male.  That might not be enough."

	"Any advice for tonight?" Eddie Ray asked.

	"There will be older women there.  Pick one of them to start you.  Be
honest.  Let them know what's up.  The good news is they are less likely to
get all romantic, and they know what they're doing," Toby advised.  "Those
are both good things from your perspective, I bet."

	Eddie Ray nodded.

	"Here we are," Toby announced, parking.

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