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Chapter 9



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 9 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: MF MM oral ir D/s mf

Chapter 9

	Frank shrugged.  "I don't think there is any help for him."

	"Well, the group has resources," Toby noted.  "We've done some
extreme stuff before, and may again.  If we come up with something..."

	"Something to make Pa lighten up?  Good luck, but I'll listen..."
Frank mused.

	"Not tonight, I'm sure," Toby replied.

	The slider opened.  Frank glanced over and saw nude women working in
the kitchen, but he saw a tall blond boy and a big girl who walked a touch
oddly and gave off the tinkling of little bells, despite the fact that she
was nude...

	"Hey."  Toby approached Lon diffidently.

	"Thought I'd come out and see what was up," Lon muttered.  "Stuff
keeps going by me.  I haven't been keeping up."

	Toby nodded.  "It would be nice..."  He waved at Frank.  "Meet our
newest member."

	Frank made him, "Lon, right?  Carpenter?"

	"Yes.  Frank Parker, right?"

	"Yeah."

	Lon turned to Toby.  "Why?"

	"Miriam."

	"I don't understand."

	"She and Randy didn't work out.  But she's a club girl.  And she has
a lot in common with Sally..." Toby explained.

	"He's right, Lon," Sally said softly.

	"I don't want her to have divided allegiances," Frank explained.
"Her goals should be my goals.  Vice-versa, actually, but I'll take this on."

	Lon cocked his head.  "It's a reason."  Turning to Toby he asked,
"How are we holding him?"

	Toby pursed his lips.  "Brie.  You don't have to be forty to go to
jail over Brie."

	Lon thought about it.  "Yeah, that works.  Maybe you ought to get her
to do Bobby, too."

	"It's a plan."  Toby turned to Frank.  "Lon is an original member.
He's been out, because he doesn't do football -- but he really shouldn't feel
that he has to avoid the team..."

	"Yeah, you swim, right?" Frank noted.

	"Yeah."

	"Just because he's been hanging back doesn't mean Lon doesn't
participate.  You have no idea how much we inconvenience him," Toby muttered.
"It's pretty embarrassing, actually."

	Sally shifted a bit and there was a tinkling sound.  Frank had
noticed something indefinable about Sally that he hadn't put his finger on as
they came up.  Part of it was the tinkle, and part of it was the fact that
she didn't walk beside Lon...  "What's that sound?"

	Lon turned a crooked smile on Sally.  "You and Miriam have a lot in
common, huh?"

	Sally eyed him sidelong for a moment, apparently assessing the
situation, before turning her attention on Frank.  "Yes, Master."

	Frank's eyes popped.  THAT was it!  She'd been heeling him, one step
behind and one to the right!  "Nice!"

	"We pretend to be sort of normal at school," Lon murmured.  "You know
how it is.  If Miriam has much in common with Sally, I understand what
happened.  She and Randy did some wild stuff, but from my limited contact
with him, that's not Randy."

	"You're right," Frank agreed, "That's why it crashed.  Getting her to
toe the line -- even though she wanted to -- was too much for him."

	Lon eyed Frank, his expression asking, 'And you?'

	Frank didn't bluster, he just looked back, confident in his
abilities.  After a moment, he changed the subject, "What's the sound?"

	"Sound?" Lon asked.

	"Kind of a tinkle."

	"Oh."  Lon turned to Sally and directed brusquely, "Show him."

	Sally turned around and bent over -- and Frank's eyes popped.  "Holy
shit!  That's shit hot!" he yelped, examining Sally's lock, piercings, and
the bells.

	"I protect my property," Lon murmured.

	"No getting past that..."  Frank knelt.  "May I?"  Lon waved
permission and he moved closer.  "Where did you have this done?"

	"I did it myself," Lon related proudly.

	"Very professional," Frank complimented.  "Only her pussy?"

	"Her ass is for... guests," Lon responded.

	"Uh huh."  Frank nodded.  "Impressive.  How much did it cost?"

	"You can buy everything online for a couple hundred."

	"And she likes it?" Frank asked.

	"Yes," Sally volunteered.

	"I don't know why I asked," Frank grunted, "It shouldn't matter
whether she does or not."

	"Exactly," Lon replied.  "But she does, anyway -- which is just as
well."

	"Thanks for showing me."  Frank directed this at Lon, not Sally.

	Lon pinched Sally's ass.  "He's done."

	Sally straightened and turned back around, "Yes, Master."

	"She's smiling," Frank noted.

	"I love my Master and I love to serve," Sally replied.

	"I thought maybe you were getting away with something," Frank
grunted.

	"Master, have I offended?" Sally asked.

	"She smiles a lot," Lon shrugged.  "Remind me to beat you, just in
case."

	"Yes, Master."

	"Nice," Frank approved.

	"I'm going downstairs, I guess," Lon changed the subject.  "Is Rick
here?"

	"He's watching his women give head in Booth Two," Toby related.  "He
does that a lot.  He still thinks Teela is going to drop him for a big dick
or something."

	Lon shook his head and waved, turning toward the house.  Sally moved
into position, heeling him.  After a couple of steps, he stopped and looked
over his shoulder.  "Good luck, Frank.  I hope Miriam is the real thing."
Frank nodded thoughtfully as Lon moved on.

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	Meanwhile, things were on the move downstairs.  Chuck Wilson ambled
up to Booth Three while Alonzo took Booth Two.  Sonya took Alonzo, but there
was confusion in Booth Three.  Bernice opened up, discovered the cock was
white, and waved to Wanda to take over -- problem was, Wanda had no idea what
to do with it.

	"Well?" Bernice whispered.

	"I..."  Wanda moved forward and took Chuck's uncut cock in her hands,
but wasn't sure how to handle it.

	"Come o-on..." Bernice rolled her eyes.

	"I've never..." Wanda confessed.

	"Okay, grip it and slide the skin back and forth," Bernice sighed.
"Now lick the tip..."

	"It's gooey!"

	"That's pre-cum.  Natural lube.  Don't worry about it."  Bernice
cocked her head, "You aren't gonna get stupid about cum, are you?"

	"Something wrong?" Chuck queried.  There was a lot of talk and not a
lot of action...

	"You got a beginner," Bernice related through the wall.  "Don't worry
-- we'll get there -- promise."

	"Oh.  Okay."  Chuck grimaced and shrugged and Alonzo chuckled.

	Vince trotted down to Booth One, figuring he'd better get Little
Nicky hooked up before somebody else did.  Nicky nearly freaked at the knock
on the wall, but the cock looked familiar.

	"Vince?" he whispered.

	"Yeah.  Go on, get yourself a snack..." Vince muttered back, then
looked up at Alonzo and grinned to cover.  Alonzo grinned back and nodded,
thinking it was good to see some of the defensive line making the party.
Nicky started making love to Vince's erection with his mouth.

	Meanwhile, Wanda was getting her first tentative licks in.  Chuck
groaned at the first contact of the flat of her tongue and his frenum.  "Very
sensitive there," Bernice whispered.  Wanda nodded and began washing the area
with her tongue.  "You can't concentrate on one spot," Bernice whispered.
"Guys want you to work them from tip to root, if possible."

	"All that?" Wanda eyed Chuck's cock dubiously.

	"Yeah, all that.  Maybe you can't -- but you should try to learn.
Here..."  She took Chuck's cock from Wanda and leaned in sucking in the tip
and bobbing on it four or five times -- then straightened her neck and stuck
her nose in Chuck's pubes.  "See?" she croaked.

	"Wow!" Wanda's eyes popped.  "How did you do that?"

	"Practice," Bernice grunted.  "Here.  Don't expect to do that, but
see how far you can go without gagging.  You don't have to lock your lips
around it on the way in, but you should coming back -- especially over the
flange, there."  Wanda went to work, listening to her teacher.  On the other
side of the wall, Chuck nodded to himself; things were picking up.

	That left Pete Franklin, Ray, and Eddie Ray standing around -- and
only Miriam visible.  Pete and Ray more or less expected Randy to scoop
Miriam up, but he wasn't around.  Eddie Ray, however, didn't know any better
-- he stood there, looking at her and fidgeting.  Miriam let it go for a
minute or so, but when Eddie Ray didn't do anything but look, she made and
approach.  "What would you like?"

	"I dunno.  A blowjob, maybe?"  There was sex going on all around, but
not a lot of urgency to it.  Established couples were taking their time.
Eddie Ray was agitated, but this was a girl!  She went right to her knees,
though...

	She'd sucked dick before, too -- that was clear.  She knew exactly
what she was doing with Eddie Ray's dong.  Eddie Ray gingerly played with her
hair; he was used to much shorter stuff, like Vince's brush cut or Fred's
close fuzz, so Miriam's locks were a major change.

	Ray stepped up to Eddie Ray and muttered, "Hey, uh, that belongs to
Rain Man Hayes..."

	Miriam popped off Eddie Ray's erection and addressed the issue.
"That didn't work out.  I'm a...  free agent, I guess."  She went back to
work.  Oddly, making the announcement while sucking a boy off made it easier,
somehow -- she could be matter-of-fact about it...

	Eddie Ray looked down at Miriam, musing.  The place was full of naked
girls -- something he wasn't EVEN used to, since he and Vince had been
sitting these things out.  Chicks weren't hard to look at -- this one had
nice titties.  He reached down and touched one gingerly.

	Miriam didn't complain -- she let him play, getting more and more
confident.  Meanwhile, Eddie Ray got more and more excited...

	Orgasm sneaked up on him, arriving without warning.  "Gonna shoot..."
he gasped, expecting her to back off or something.  Miriam just kept
sucking...  "AAAAAHHHHH!!!"  Eddie Ray's cock started blasting -- and Miriam
didn't seem bothered in the least!

	After several spurts, Eddie Ray's cock started cycling on empty and
he came back to Earth.  "Hey, uh, thanks!"

	"You're welcome."  Miriam merely got up and swayed off.  Eddie Ray
watched her go, thinking that her attitude didn't match Vince's standard list
of complaints about females and their attitudes at all...  He wandered down
to Booth One and stood next to Vince.  "Chick just gave me a blowjob."

	"No shit?" Vince grunted.  He pointed at the wall and whispered,
"Nicky."

	Eddie Ray nodded.  "She, uh, was pretty matter-of-fact about it."

	"No kidding."  Vince was less than interested -- Nicky was playing
his skin flute -- and it wasn't 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star', either -- more
like Beethoven's Ninth Symphony!

	Realizing that this wasn't going anywhere, Eddie Ray wandered over to
the extensive layout of Chinese appetizers that Jiang Yi had provided.

	Beth came down the stair, followed by Louise.  "Hello, boys!" Beth
said brightly.

	"Hey."  Pete wasn't interested in Beth -- but Ray was willing.
"Whazzup!"

	"That, I think."  Beth stepped up and rubbed her hand over the tip of
Ray's upright erection.  "If you'd like, we could go over to the exam table
and I'll stick my feet in the stirrups and you can give an old fat woman a
pelvic exam with it..."

	"Yeah, cool!"  Ray was all for it!

	"C'mon, Sweetie..."

	That left Pete with the old black chick -- but he'd had a suck from
her before, at least.  "Busy, Baby?" she asked, eyeing him sidelong.

	"No..."

	"Show me a good time?"

	"Yeah, okay."  She was black and all, and kind of droopy in places,
but not big and fat like the white woman -- not bad for an older chick.
"Where?"

	"The massage table?" Louise pointed it out.

	"Okay."  He followed her over.

	"Top or bottom?"

	"Huh?"

	"Do you want to ride me or do you want me to ride you?" Louise
amplified.

	Pete shrugged.  "Hey, I..."

	"I'll ride on top, Baby," Louise offered.  "All you have to do is lie
there with your cock sticking up and I'll do all the work..."

	"Yeah, okay..."  Pete, bemused, climbed up on the table and Louise
straddled him -- and a moment later, his cock was being bathed in warm pussy
juice and Louise was bouncing up and down...

	Eddie Ray glanced around and realized that if he wanted to chance it,
he could get a second opinion; Clint and Terence were sitting on the couch
watching in music video and fondling Brenda and Bonita, who were seated on
their laps.  Gathering himself, he wandered over there.  "Hey, guys..."  Both
looked up, surprised to see him -- which probably meant that they knew...
"Could I talk to you for a minute?"

	"What about?" Terence asked.

	"Girls..."

	That blew things wide open.  Both Clint and Terence got wary.  Brenda
glanced at Eddie Ray and asked, "Should we leave?"

	Eddie Ray didn't know -- and said so.  "I don't know."

	"Sit," Clint ordered curtly, indicating the center of the couch.
Eddie Ray gingerly occupied the seat.  "Who told you?"

	"I think Fred said something -- about Terence.  You just fell out,
sort of."

	Terence sighed.  "This isn't the place.  Let's go outside."  Clint
nodded.  Brenda and Bonita got up and the five of them made for the outside
stair.

	They passed Toby and Amy on the stairs.  "What was that?" Toby asked,
after they were gone.  Clint had seemed to be steamed...

	"Eddie Ray is discovering girls," Amy replied.  "He went to Terence
and Clint for advice -- and let them know that he knew in the process."

	"That would do it..." Toby nodded.  They looked around, assessing the
situation.  First up was Wanda, who was gamely struggling with Chuck's cock.
Toby damped her gag reflex out of hand and checked on what Bernice had
related in the way of instruction, then hurriedly added a few things -- and
made things perhaps a little too pleasurable for her in the process before
the couple moved on to checking Miriam and Vince and Nicky.

	All Wanda knew was that suddenly there was a breakthrough; not only
was she doing better and not gagging, she was enjoying it!  Chuck noticed the
difference, too -- and rose quickly to completion under her improved
technique after staggering along for several minutes.

	"Huuuuhhh!" he grunted, crushing himself against the wall.  That was
all the warning Wanda got -- but she felt the underside of his cock pulsing
and knew instinctively what was coming, anyway.  What was maybe weirdest
about it was that she enjoyed the taste so much...  Chuck staggered back from
the wall and croaked, "You're a fast learner!"

	Wanda giggled, grinning from ear to ear.  "Thanks!"

	"Careful you don't tell him who you are!" Brenda hissed.

	Toby and Amy linked hands and scanned the area -- all seemed to be
well...  Even the little meeting between Terence, Clint, Eddie Ray and the
girls seemed to be civil.

                       ----------------------------------

	Frank had gone into the kitchen through the slider.  Candace and Iris
were both there, but he ignored them imperiously, boring in on Randy.  "Can
we talk?"

	"Yeah," Randy nodded, seating himself at the kitchen table.

	"Tell me how it was.  I'm a member now, so..."

	"Oh?  How?" Randy asked.

	"We figured out an initiation that works," Frank related.  "Who is
Brie?"

	Randy snorted.  "My little sister!"

	"Oh, shit..."

	"So what are we talking about?" Randy asked.

	"Well, we figure that I'm enough older that her sucking me would get
me arrested..." Frank related diffidently.

	"Yeah, probably.  She looks even younger than she is..." Randy mused.

	"Hey..." Frank threw out his hands.

	"No, it's cool," Randy chuckled.  "Brie LOVES to suck dick!"

	"Okay."  'Whew!' Frank thought.  "I really need to know what happened
-- if you don't mind..."

	"I guess not..."  Randy related the details of their attempt to scare
Miriam off -- and her odd reaction, the initiation, the insanity at the
campsite -- everything.  "You probably didn't notice, but when 'B' was
getting beaten a couple of parties ago -- was it last week?  Anyway, Miriam
was into it.  I don't think she would get off, like 'B' did, but she's deep
into the challenge, you know?" Randy finished.  "I just can't do that --
provide constant challenges..."

	Frank nodded.  "Yeah, I get it.  But I think that if you just set the
bar high, you probably don't have to go nuts on her daily."

	"Maybe."  Randy nodded.  "You know, she might not..."

	"Yeah, I know.  I'm gonna cross that bridge when I get to it.  I
might have to hang it out there more than once -- but tell her no in between.
She can't have it her way."

	"Yeah, might work."  Randy sighed.  "I'm glad we talked, Man.  I feel
better about this."

	"Good."  Frank got up and headed downstairs to brace Miriam.

	And Randy's phone went off...

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	"Big Bro?"

	"Cheesecake?"

	"Hey, yeah, look, we're over at Horners, you know?" Brie began,
waving a little bit at Lillian to not make so much noise sucking.  Gabriel
was covering his mouth with both hands, because Lillian was driving him
absolutely insane...

	"Yeah, I know.  Momma invited Ed over to stay the night..."  This
wasn't news -- Randy wondered what was up.

	"Well, Lillian's mom -- I think she REALLY wishes she was at the
party..." Brie offered.

	"Well, she can't leave you guys..."

	"Maybe you know somebody who isn't real busy?" Brie asked.  "Somebody
who could come over and...?"

	"Fuck Lillian's mom?" Randy finished, thinking 'Yeah, me,
actually...'  It would get him the fuck out of there...  "Hey, yeah,
probably, now that you mention it.  I need to talk to you, anyway.  There is
this guy we want you to meet -- and suck..."

	"KEWL!" Brie giggled.  "Not tonight..."

	"Tomorrow, I think.  I need to ask Toby."

	"I'm ALWAYS up for THAT!" Brie giggled, "but this probably isn't the
place..."

	"You're right.  Okay, let me check around.  Is she expecting anyone?"

	"No, she's just..." Brie searched for a term.  "Hurting."

	"I'll get back to you, okay, Cheesecake?"

	"Okay!"

	"Can I scream now?" Gabriel gasped.

	Lillian had taken to sucking cock like a duck to water.  She was
pulling her second load out of Gabriel, which was all part of Brie's master
plan to keep Lillian from being fucked on this particular evening.  This kind
of thing wouldn't work forever -- Brie knew that Lillian REALLY wanted to
feel Gabriel inside her -- but it might buy Lillian a few days to get birth
control started...  Pietro, having been similarly but more efficiently
drained by Brie, was lying on his side on the bed, watching Lillian at work,
grinning.

	"Quietly!" Brie giggled.  Things were quiet except for the liquid
sounds of Lillian's suction and Gabriel's moans until he erupted a minute
later.  Lillian crawled up to kiss and cuddle; Gabriel, washed out, didn't
complain about where her mouth had just been.  "Okay, put some clothes on,
anyway, in case your momma comes in..." Brie admonished.  Lillian didn't want
to, but Brie was right; she and Gabriel got dressed.

	It wasn't a moment too soon -- Phyllis stuck her head in the door.
"How's it going?  Do you kids need anything?  There are sodas in the
refrigerator..."  It took them a minute, but they managed to run Phyllis off,
largely because she had to put her young boys to bed.

                       ----------------------------------

	Miriam was leaning on the pillory, watching things when Frank got
back downstairs.  She seemed to be more at peace than she had been earlier.
Frank marched right up.  "Did I miss anything?"

	Miriam blinked.  "Well, I gave somebody a blowjob..."

	Frank nodded.  "It's what you're here for."

	Miriam bristled a bit.  "What?"

	"I got the briefing -- and joined.  I know what a club girl is -- and
what it means," Frank amplified.  "Can't have you all confused about your
loyalties."

	"Frank, you DON'T own me!" Miriam flared.

	"Show me somebody else who can give you what you need!" Frank pushed
back.  "Go ahead..."

	"I can't just jump..."

	"No, you can wander around like a chicken with its head cut off!"
Frank lit into her.  "Look, the box is open, you know?  YOU know and I know
that you can't DO vanilla shit!"

	"Frank..."

	"Don't!"  Frank reached out and covered her mouth, following it up by
backing her against the wall.  "If you fuck up, I'll have to go away -- and I
can't just hand out invitations any old time you get ready, can I?"

	Miriam stopped clawing at his hand.  'He's right,' she thought.
'More than that, he's DOING right...'  She raised a finger.

	Frank uncovered her mouth, sliding his hand down to a point between
her breasts, "Yes?"

	"How do you know that?"

	"It's the difference between me and Randy," Frank replied.  "I've
seen this done -- even practiced a little, periodically.  And I've seen it
OVERDONE, so I know what going to the extremes looks like.  If I let you come
in any old time on your own terms, it weakens my position -- and not only do
I not want me weak, YOU don't want me weak..."

	Miriam rubbed her face.  "I need to think about it."

	"No."  Frank's voice was flat.

	"What are you offering?"

	"I own you.  You do nothing fucking important without my expressed
permission.  You do what I say, when I say, and how I say -- and why is
because that's how I want it.  I own your holes -- the club will have needs,
but they'll come to me to get requisitions filled.  My name is 'Sir' unless
the situation dictates otherwise -- and I make that decision."  At that
point, Frank shut up and just stood there, waiting.

	They stood there like that, Frank holding Miriam against the wall
with his hand between her breasts, for almost five minutes.  Frank knew how
it was going to go when she bit her lip and began to shake, but she had to
make the move.  Both of them were clear about the fact that all she had to do
was brush away his hand and it was all over -- something witnesses were NOT
clear on.  When a crowd started to gather, Toby had Alyssa collect Damian,
who came over to watch.  Various people wanted to know what was up and why
Frank was pressing Miriam against the wall -- and, most of all, why they
weren't moving.  Damian's answer:  "This is between them.  Don't fuck with
it.  Let them handle things -- no one is getting hurt."  By the end of it,
there were seven or eight people standing around, watching and muttering.

	Finally, Miriam drew a breath and said, "Okay."

	"You accept?"

	"Yes, Sir."

	"Go upstairs and have one of the women give you a bucket, then come
back," Frank directed.

	"Yes, Sir."  Miriam headed upstairs.

	Randy came up to Toby.  "Can we talk a second?"

	"Sure..."

	"Phyllis needs a tune-up.  Brie says she wishes she was here."  Randy
looked around.  "I wish I wasn't."

	"Give me the van keys," Toby directed.  "Here are my car keys."  He
and Randy made the swap and Randy walked out, gathering up his clothes and
going up the outside steps as Miriam came down the inside set.

	With the immediate confrontation over, some people had left -- but
Damian wanted to see what was up, and so did Amy and Toby.

	"Put the bucket on the floor.  Kneel.  Open your mouth," Frank
directed.  Miriam did so.  Frank stuck his hand in Miriam's mouth.  "Pull my
wrist when you're ready to puke, so I get it out, then puke in the bucket."
Then he jammed his hand in deep.  Miriam took maybe two seconds to begin
vomiting.

	They did it three times.  After the third, Frank said, "Lick my hand
clean."  Miriam did so, getting every surface -- between the fingers,
everywhere.  By then, they'd drawn a crowd again.  "Dump and wash the bucket
and give it back.  See if you can find some mouthwash.  Come back to me
after."  Miriam nodded and took off with the bucket.

	"What was that all about?" Pete Franklin asked.

	"You know, Man, some things you just have to wait for -- and some
things are always gonna be between her and me and not make sense to anyone
else," Frank replied.  "I'll tell you when I tell her -- but I bet she knows
already."

	It took Miriam several minutes to come back.  Frank parked his butt
on the exam table -- Beth had vacated it long since, but she was standing
there, watching.  To her mind, Frank was impressive.  Miriam came down the
stairs and knelt, still without uttering a word.  Frank got down from the
table and squatted before her.  "Let me smell your breath."  Miriam had found
mouthwash, he verified.  Standing, he waved a finger under her nose.  "You
suck dicks when I tell you to suck dicks -- understand?"

	"Yes, Sir."  Miriam nodded.

	Pete cocked his head.  "Man, she wasn't yours yet!"

	"Yes, she was," Frank replied.  "She just didn't know it yet."  He
looked around.  "Go ask Jasmine real pretty if you can suck Isaiah's dick.
If she says yes, come back and show me his load."  Miriam nodded, got up, and
padded off.

	Isaiah and Jasmine weren't paying any attention to what was going on,
so Miriam took them by surprise.  "Jasmine, can I suck Isaiah's cock?
Please?"

	"What?"  Jasmine blinked.  "What the fuck for?"  Isaiah eyed Miriam
as if she'd lost her mind.

	"My master asked this of me," Miriam said carefully.  "I'm to show
him Isaiah's load, if you will allow it."

	Jasmine frowned.  There were three or four people behind Miriam,
watching them.  "What's goin' on?"

	"It's a test," Damian explained.  "Miriam doesn't want Isaiah -- she
just needs to blow him and take the proof back with her."

	"That's some sick shit!" Jasmine grunted, "Who came up with that?"

	Damian got a little bit thunderous.  "Man, these new chicks..."

	Isaiah waved it off.  "Jaz, he told you -- it's a test.  Remember
Gina last week?"

	"Why y'all got to do that kind of shit?" Jasmine whined.

	"Jaz, I got laid a couple of times before you showed up, you know?"
Isaiah said quietly.  "Where do you figure that came from?  Didn't you have
to promise to give shit up to whoever?"

	"Well, yeah, but..."

	"You got lucky."

	"Okay, yeah..." Jasmine muttered, head down.

	"Remember Misha?" Isaiah added.

	"Yeah."  The hefty black girl pulled a long face.  "You're sayin' I
got over."

	"Some," Isaiah agreed.

	"What do you want?"

	Isaiah turned to Miriam.  "Who sent you?"

	"My master."

	"Frank," Damian amplified.

	"All right," Isaiah muttered, tilting Jasmine's head up so he could
look her in the eye.  "First -- real clear -- you belong to me.  Understand?"

	"Yes, Baby."

	"This don't change shit.  When you get back, I'm gonna fuck you wall-
eyed, understand?"

	"Yes, Baby."  Jasmine's face started looking a little puffy.  She
knew what was coming.

	"What did Frank tell you he wanted?"

	"I must show him your load," Miriam intoned.

	Isaiah turned back to Jasmine.  "You're my girl?"

	"Yes, Baby."

	"Go suck Frank.  Come back with a mouthful."

	"Okay."  Jasmine's shoulders slumped.

	Isaiah took her chin again.  "This is for me.  If you think I'm worth
having, you'll pay what you said you'd pay.  If you don't..."

	"I'm goin'!"  Jasmine got up.

	"I'll be here when you get back," Isaiah assured her.  "You don't
think Miriam wants me, do you?"

	"No."

	"Okay, then."

	"Okay, then."  Jasmine shambled off.

	Isaiah watched her pass into the area bounded by the curtain, then
turned to Miriam.  "Get what you come for."  Miriam knelt and began to jack
and suck.

	Jasmine took Frank by surprise.  "Can I help you?"

	"You sent Miriam to suck Isaiah?" Jasmine asked.

	"Yeah."

	"Why?"

	"She needs to do what I tell her."

	Jasmine looked irritated.  "Awright.  I do, too, I guess.  Isaiah
wants me to suck you."

	Frank pursed his lips.  "Okay."

	Jasmine got down on her knees.  "Lookit, I'm Isaiah's..."

	"Yes, you are," Frank agreed.

	"You just cum in my mouth -- don't be gropin' and shit," Jasmine
admonished truculently.

	"I wouldn't think of it."  Frank couldn't suppress a grin.

	"This is serious business!" Jasmine reiterated.

	"Absolutely.  Why don't you get started, then?" Frank advised.

	Jasmine glared at him, but wrapped her lips around his cock.

	Miriam beat Jasmine by the simple expedient of allowing Isaiah to do
as he liked with her mouth.  She came back, knelt, and opened her mouth while
Jasmine was still working.  "Hold it!" Frank croaked.  He was close...  "Jaz,
you can have it if you'll let me pump a little..."

	"Mkay."  Jasmine surrendered control.  True to his word, Frank put
himself over the edge after only a few controlled strokes into and out of
Jasmine's mouth and grunted as he exploded just inside her lips.  Jasmine
went, "MMMPH!" but accepted his product.

	Frank extracted his cock carefully from Jasmine's lips.  "Okay,
Jasmine, you've been a sport about this.  If you want, I'll have Miriam give
you Isaiah's cum back -- or you two can mix it up..."

	"Ah oh know..." Jasmine tried to talk around the mouthful.

	Isaiah was standing there.  "Y'all swap it around a little and both
keep some," he directed.

	"You can swallow when you're done," Frank told Miriam.

	Jasmine looked up at Isaiah, clearly unhappy with the idea of locking
lips with another girl in public.  Isaiah, divining the issue, said, "It
isn't kissing -- it's a snowball."  Jasmine nodded and made hand signals, and
Miriam leaned up and tongued some of Isaiah's spit-diluted cum into Jasmine's
mouth.  Jasmine returned the favor.  Miriam swished it around and passed some
more over, and Jasmine, following her lead, did the same, swishing the mixed
seed in her mouth and passing some back.  Then they broke and both of them
swallowed, watching one another.

	"Dunno if that makes us sisters, or what," Jasmine croaked.  Miriam
grinned.

	"Thanks, Isaiah," Frank said formally.  "I know I probably should
have hit someone else..."

	Isaiah rubbed Jasmine's shoulder.  "It worked out.  Come on, Baby."
He pulled Jasmine to her feet and led her off by the wrist.

	Frank stepped up behind Miriam and cupped her chin.  "Miriam is
mine!" he made the general announcement.  "You want something from Miriam,
you come through me.  That said, I'm a group member and understand what's up,
so I'll entertain reasonable requests.  That's all..."  He waved everyone
off.

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