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Chapter 18

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 18 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

Chapter 18

	Cindy caught Toby during practice.  "Okay, so what do we have to do?"

	"About what?" Toby asked.

	"To get back in the team's good graces," Beverly elaborated.

	"I doubt there is anything you CAN do," Toby said in all honesty.

	"Gina did something," Cindy pointed out.  "So something must exist --
some kind of initiation or something."

	"If there was such a thing, I'm sure Gina had to do something
special," Toby noted.

	"Yeah, probably," Beverly agreed.  "We could do something special,
too."

	"You could, I guess," Toby replied, "If anyone was interested."  He
appeared to think about it.  "I don't know if there is anything or anybody
you could handle this with, but I'll ask around."

	"We would appreciate it," Beverly turned on the charm.  "Thanks!"

	"I haven't done anything..." Toby replied.

	"You will..."  The cheerleaders moved off.

	"Yeah, I will," Toby said under his breath, "but you'll never be able
to prove it."

	Gina placed the note in Cindy's locker.  It said, 'Fleur13 on IM.'
That was it.  Everybody knew what service Cindy and Beverly used, so it
wasn't even mentioned.  Cindy found it when she went back to shower after
practice.

	"We're in!" she crowed, showing the note to Beverly.

	"We'll see..." Beverly replied.

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	Toby didn't mess with them until he was in his new 'command center'
at the club house -- and he had Damian with him -- because FIRST he had to
ring in the Tyrone and Otis connection and he wanted Damian's help in dealing
with them.  That wasn't too difficult, either -- there were people around who
knew their IM handles and what chat rooms they used to hook up the two black
girls they were running as hookers.  Toby made the connection on IM in group
chat:

	Rooter93:  Hey, T

	Tyrone came back with:
	Rondo06:  Do I know you?

	Rooter93: Yeah.

	Otis jumped in with:

	O_First06:  So?

	Rooter93:  Not really important.  I'm just the dude out front.
There's a bunch of us.

	Rondo06:  What do you want?

	Rooter93:  Got a problem you can help us with.  A bitch problem.

	O_First06:  What kind of bitch problem?

	Rooter93:  Got two.  Pains in the ass.  Think they're privileged.  We
know you two keep bitches and know how to turn their heads around and get
them going in the right direction.

	O_First06:  Yeah, we do that.

	Rooter93:  These two think their shit don't stink.  Mommy and Daddy
always buying them out of shit.  Did I mention they're white?

	Rondo06:  No, you didn't.

	Rooter93:  Well, they are.

	O_First06:  What you want done with these white bitches?

	Rooter93:  We figured that if you and six of your closest homeys
turned them every which way but loose and you ran your game on them so their
heads were pointed right, they'd no longer be a problem, you know?  Mommy and
Daddy can't erase dick-tracks in their pussies.

	Rondo06:  What do we get for it besides arrested?

	Rooter93:  Come on, you know how to make a bitch understand how she's
supposed to be and what she's supposed to do.  We've seen the results.
Nobody is gonna get arrested.  That's why we come to you.

	O_First06:  You still ain't said what we get.

	Rooter93:  Simple.  You get the bitches.  We don't want 'em.  You
fuck 'em, you train 'em, you keep 'em.  They'll make big bucks on the street.
Or make 'em clean your crib -- or whatever.  Sell 'em back to mommy and
daddy.  We don't care -- shit, take 'em to Homecoming and have 'em blow guys
in the restroom!

	Rondo06:  How would this work?

	Rooter93:  Like I said, they think their shit don't stink -- but they
know they're in trouble with us.  So they think they're going to an
initiation -- and we're gonna make 'em get naked and try to scare 'em a
little bit, and it's all gonna be cool and they're gonna be all forgiven and
can go back to being bitches again.  They think they know how it's going
down, so they figure they'll just pretend to be scared and skate past shit,
like always.  So we blindfold 'em and we get 'em naked and we give them to
you...

	O_First06:  I LIKE IT!

	Rooter93:  Get Rudy to take some pics like he did of Bernice and put
'em on the net.  Mommy and daddy will shit a brick!

	Rondo06:  Don't have a place.

	Rooter93:  We do.  Location, transport, everything.  You show up.  We
drop the bitches.  You hook 'em up.  You go home.  Bitches go wherever.  Lead
'em out on leashes, if you want.

	Rondo06:  If you got all that shit, why don't you do it yourself?

	Rooter93:  We don't have your magic touch.  We'd get the cops.
You'll have 'em telling mommy and daddy that they really wanted to fuck all
those black dudes, won't you?

	O_First06:  Maybe.

	Rooter93:  If you have a problem, we can back it out.  They'll be
blindfolded, anyway.  You won't, though.  It'll be cool.

	Rondo06:  How do we know you ain't jerking our shit?

	Rooter93:  We'll hook you up with something tomorrow after school --
prove we're serious.

	O_First06:  Awright.  We're in that far.

	Rooter93:  We'll hit you up tomorrow.  Text message.

	Toby ended the group chat.

	"What are you gonna give them?" Damian asked.

	"Suck booths.  We'll get a couple of volunteers.  It won't be a
problem," Toby assured him.  He already had the volunteers in mind...

	Cindy and Beverly didn't get a conversation.  'Fleur13' came on IM
and said, 'Friday night, after the game.  You will be contacted.  Do what
you're told.  Plan to be out all night.'  That was it.

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	When Janice got home from school, her mother was out front in the car
with a load of clothing and accessories, boxes of knickknacks and an armload
of file folders.  "There was more than I thought there would be," Abigail
confessed.  "We'll take this load and come back and finish, then wait for
your father.  I want you with me in case he feels compelled to do something
stupid."

	Janice wasn't thrilled, but she helped her mother cart their things
to some shiny new rooms in a big old house.  She would have preferred to stay
there, but she went back with her mother and helped her prepare a second,
smaller load of personal effects.  And then her father arrived home...

	"What is this?" Tom Fremd erupted, getting out of his car.

	"It's over, Tom.  We're leaving," Abigail announced.

	"You're what?"

	"Leaving."

	"That's it?" Tom started to look thunderous.  "Suddenly, you don't
need me anymore?"

	"Yes.  We can't stay.  Janice can't stay, in particular.  She can't
go any further down this road.  It shouldn't have gone on this long, but
neither of us is exactly brave..." Abigail explained.

	"So now, after all this time..." Tom rasped.

	"Yes," Abigail replied, "Finally."

	"What made today the day?" Tom asked, perplexity eclipsing anger.

	Abigail pursed her lips.  "Everything came together.  Tom, we all
need to do better.  The only way we can is to be apart."

	"Are you ready?" Tom asked.

	"Yes."

	Tom pursed his lips.  "Goodbye, then." He turned and headed inside
the house, not looking behind him, clearly dismissing them.  Abigail nodded
Janice into the car, got in, and drove off.

	"That went well..." Abigail muttered, and began to shake in reaction.
Janice didn't say anything -- things were moving too fast and she was lost,
bewildered.

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	Meanwhile, Terence was doing something uncharacteristic -- setting
someone up for a fall.  After a preparatory conversation with Gabriel, the
pair of them waited for Julio to get nosy and...

	"So we figure we'll hook you up so you get some experience..."
Terence drawled.

	"What?" Julio stuck his head in his brother's bedroom.  "You don't do
that.  You CAN'T do that -- you've got no women!"

	Terence cocked an eyebrow.  "How do you figure THAT, Mister Great
Womanizer?"

	"You're dating my sister," Julio sneered.  "You can't have hot and
cold running women..."

	Terence growled dangerously.  "Keep talking, Shithead -- I'll bust
your ass again!"

	"I'm just saying you have nothing."  Julio waved it off, but Gabriel
realized that he had backed off because he knew Terence could do it.

	"I don't make promises I can't keep," Terence rumbled, "unlike a
certain Romeo I could name."

	"I don't believe you," Julio sneered.

	"I don't think you can fuck for more than thirty seconds, either!"
Terence retorted.  "Tell you what -- we'll do a performance test.  I'll get
someone in the club stable to lower herself to open her legs for your sorry
ass, and you can show us what a fantastic lover you are!"

	"Where would this happen?" Julio cocked an eyebrow.

	"We have a place.  It'll be pitch dark -- she won't know you and you
won't know her -- totally anonymous.  Of course, you have to keep your big
mouth shut or she'll know she's fucking the great Julio Vasquez..." Terence
dangled the bait.

	"Eh, I dunno..."

	"If you are so superior, Elder Brother, you can show us all what a
great lover you are without hypnotizing the woman with your greasy
compliments," a voice sounded behind him, "Or are you incapable?"

	"Bonita!" Julio spun to regard his sister.

	"You are ALL talk, Julio!  Just like a politician!  What makes THAT
superior to Terence, who delivers on his promises?" Bonita snarled.

	"Did he promise to make you pregnant?" Julio reposted.  "I hear he
does that."

	"No, he hasn't, Brother.  But if he does, I know what he will do
about it.  I know what YOU would do about it, too -- and they are two
different things!"

	"So what am I proving, here?"

	"That you can satisfy a woman, Brother.  All of the evidence I have
acquired says you can't -- your syrupy tongue merely allows you to escape
after you have failed!" Bonita replied.

	In reality, Julio had never really tried.  Sex for Julio was about
putting another notch in his gunbelt and acquiring his own pleasure -- he
masturbated momentarily with the woman's pussy and went on his way.  But
there WAS an unspoken up-side to this deal -- pickings had been thin lately.
Julio's reputation was draining his pool of prospects.  His sister and her
idiot boyfriend were offering him a fuck, if nothing else -- without all that
tiresome warm-up he usually had to engage in...  "When?"

	"Friday night, after the game," Terence replied.  "We'll sneak you
into a place we have.  The guys will be having a party -- and you aren't
invited, but you'll be able to use the facilities.  We'll get one of the
girls drunk enough or whatever to volunteer and all you have to do is fuck
her -- with your mouth shut.  Then she can tell everyone how hot you are --
without knowing who you really are."

	Julio shrugged.  "If she's too drunk to fuck..."

	"Then we'll put it off until we can find one that isn't.  We'll START
with sober volunteers," Terence rumbled.

	"Fine!" Julio sneered.  "I accept this... challenge."  'What do I
care what they think, anyway?' Julio thought.  'It's free pussy.'

	"Bonita will give you the details when they're set up," Terence
rumbled.  "I'm outta here -- I can't stand being in the same room with you!"
He led Bonita out of the room and Julio followed, fuming a bit but pleased
that he would once again fool Bonita's big black blowhard boyfriend.  Julio
didn't give a second's thought to the fact that no one threw Gabriel a
bone...

	Terence hung out on the porch for a while with little Bonita and then
headed home.  He called Toby on arrival.  "That ignorant asshole took the
bait!" he reported.

	"Good!" Toby replied.  "We'll let Wanda's sister talk about him like
a dog and get it all on video..."  But that was only Phase One...

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

	Abigail and Janice unloaded their car and while Janice set about
arranging her new room, Abigail went next door to see Toby in what she had
already dubbed in her mind as 'the Geek Room'.

	Toby was on the phone to Amy.  "We need to seal the deal with Tyrone
and Otis.  Kelly was talking about trying out the blowjob booths -- why don't
you call Wanda and see if she can come in tomorrow?  She can learn on Tyrone
and Otis and be ahead of the game.  It would be nice for her to have an
instructor..."

	"I can do that," Abigail volunteered.

	Toby pretended surprise.  He hadn't manipulated Abigail at all, but
he knew she was looking to do something.  "Are you sure?"

	"I've had my throat abused by experts."

	"Have you ever enjoyed it?"

	"Well, a couple of days ago..." Abigail blushed.

	"I think it's a good idea, if you don't mind," Toby said.  "There
will be two boys, so we might want a second girl to suck, but I'm sure I can
get one.  This girl is big and unhappy, but looking forward to her first
fuck."  Toby went on to explain the 'dark room' plan, leaving out the
recording and the hidden agenda for Julio.

	"If she does well, I could suck the other boy," Abigail offered.

	"If she doesn't, she'll need help," Toby replied.  "Her sister is
pretty good and probably wouldn't mind being in the other booth.  Amy?  What
do you think?"

	"You're right -- Wanda will probably buy off.  If not, we can pull in
a couple of other girls," Amy replied.

	"If they don't want to do it, I will replace one of them," Abigail
offered.

	"Okay.  Thank you!" Toby smiled.

	"No, thank YOU!  I owe you all -- and besides, I'm kind of looking
forward to being challenged..."  Abigail smiled -- an unaccustomed expression
-- and swept out.

	"I'll call Wanda," Amy said, and hung up.

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

	"Wanda?"

	"Yes."

	"It's Amy."

	"Oh, hi!"

	"Look, we've pretty much got Kelly locked in for Friday -- but she
said something about trying out the booths, and we came up with an emergency
requirement to make a couple of guys happy..."

	"Yeah?"

	"Um, look, they're black guys.  I don't have to tell you that we
don't care a lot about color, but I don't know how Kelly feels about it..."
Amy said carefully.

	"Well, let me find out..."  Wanda went and knocked on Kelly's bedroom
door.

	"Yeah?"  Kelly opened up.

	"Amy's on the phone.  Friday is all set.  But they have a couple of
guys who need blowjobs tomorrow..."

	"Wow!  No shit?"  Kelly was surprised -- and pleased -- to have been
called.

	"Yeah.  Hey, look -- they're black guys.  The club doesn't get all
wrapped up in color."  Wanda honestly didn't know how this was going to go...

	Kelly thought about it for about three seconds.  "Well, they can't
see me.  Yeah, fine, no problem."

	"Did you get that?" Wanda asked Amy.

	"Uh huh.  We'll be putting an older woman in the booth with her to
coach and to help out if she gets into trouble," Amy explained, "but since
there are two, we were wondering..."

	"Yeah, no problem.  I can take one," Wanda agreed.  "Pete won't
freak, will he?"

	"He'd better not!" Amy replied.  "He got SEVERAL from girls who
belong to other people!  Frankly, you don't have to tell him, either, if you
don't want to -- and if you do, just tell him that it was a request from the
club..."

	"Okay, so when?" Wanda asked.

	"Right after school tomorrow.  Randy will pick you up in the van.
You'll probably be done before football practice is over."

	Wanda giggled.  "I'll bring some mouthwash."

	"Yeah, good plan!" Amy giggled, too.

	"Okay, it's us and an older lady to coach you," Wanda told her big
sister, "Tomorrow, right after school.  Can you come to school so we can all
go together?"

	"Yeah, okay."  Kelly paused.  "Will the boy in the room be black?"

	"Wanda, give her the phone, please?" Amy requested.

	Wanda handed off.  "Does this mean yes?" Kelly asked.

	"Actually, it means no," Amy replied.  "The guy we have lined up is
Hispanic -- and he thinks he's a legendary Latin Lover.  Frankly, we don't --
and we want you to hold his feet to the fire and make sure he gives you what
you want!"

	"How would I do that?"

	"You're a big girl -- just don't let him leave..." Amy giggled.

	"Okaaaay!"  Kelly laughed.

	"See you tomorrow!"  Amy left Kelly grinning from ear to ear.

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

	Toby worked late into the night and went home exhausted.  There was
much to be done to ensure that they got what they wanted, both from Tyrone
and Otis and from Kelly and Julio.  Toby found himself wishing he hadn't put
it all in one bag, but it was too late.

	There were other issues, too.  They needed a second van, for
instance, and maybe some repairs and upgrades for the first.  Too many people
needed to be moved simultaneously.  But Abigail could help with that...

	Suddenly, Toby came up short!  Mark!  Mark Torres was suddenly a
problem!  Why?  Because Janice LIVED at the new clubhouse, and Mark wasn't a
member of the inner circle!  They could block him, somehow, but the simplest
thing would be another interview with Brie...  Toby put it high up on his to-
do list.  Another item...  Well, Randy had handled the last one...

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

	Thursday morning arrived.  Toby called Candace and discussed the van
requirement with her.  "Right away?" she asked.

	"Well, the local car dealer would probably be thrilled if you could
drive it off the lot," Toby countered, "and it would be nice to have
tomorrow.  I was thinking that Abigail could handle it -- but we need her
this afternoon after school..."

	"Well, she has until then..."  Candace grinned, thinking, 'Abigail is
going to pay her way, it looks like.'  "She did a pretty good job picking out
beds for the first and second floor bedrooms.  We'll need more, but I was
thinking about a few big sectional couches with recliners and fold-outs."

	"What will we have for rooms?" Toby asked.

	"The three west-facing bedrooms on the second floor are the first set
of playrooms," Candace related.  "In a couple of weeks, we'll put doors from
the hallway into the shared closet spaces between two of them but for now
we've just put in good shutters and we'll have to go from the hall.  I'm
thinking someone can turn out the lights in the hallway.  Both rooms have
beds, thanks to Abigail.  The third room is that one you've been working on.
It has the shutters, but no bed and we can't do the closet trick."

	"I need a bed in there for tomorrow night, one way or the other,"
Toby noted.

	"The furniture store knows what Abby bought -- I'll just have her
order more."

	"You know," Toby mused, "Nobody has ever called her Abby that I know
of.  She might like it -- it's a new thing."

	"Yeah, I haven't called her that to her face, but Abigail is SO
formal..." Candace mused.  "I'll see."

	"Okay.  We've got some stuff working for Friday -- I need that room
for Wanda's sister Kelly and we'll be using the barn -- and we'll want
everybody to stay away."

	"Toby..."

	"It's under control!  You know what, though?  Could you ask Lon to
call me?"

	"Why?"

	"We'll be taking Cindy Simpson and Beverly Ellis down a peg -- and
Lon is SO good at that..."

	Candace snorted.  "I'll pass the word."

	"Will we be able to use the second floor parlor?" Toby asked.

	"Yes.  We'll have to back some things out for the remodel next week,
but it will be okay.  We need that furniture, though."

	"The company charge card is fifty thousand, right?" Toby sighed.

	"Yes."

	"I'll either move in money from offshore by next month, or Jean and
Amy's mother will sell a lamp or something.  Personally, I like the second
idea -- If they're REALLY that valuable...  Either way, we should be able to
afford some couches AND a down payment on a van.  Better look into the
furniture first, I guess.  No, you guys handle it -- I'm not the boss here."

	"Tell me something I'll believe, Toby," Candace chided.  "Thank God
you called the electronics guys earlier in the week!  The entertainment
centers are at least staged..."  When Candace had seen the electronics
installers, she'd pressed Toby to have professionals do the television setups
-- and they'd happily done the first and second floors and were waiting for
the go-ahead for the third.  The bill had ballooned to thirty thousand, but
Toby didn't have to do it -- he just had to make sure the controls were
right.  They had TVs all over the place -- and DVRs and two media servers and
DVD players -- and everything was centrally controlled, and the surveillance
system was wired in.

	"Do what you can," Toby sighed.  "I know you're kicking butt -- and
I'm wasted."

	"I'll call Abby," Candace promised.

	Lon caught Toby before class, leaning on Amy and complaining about
how stupid it was to try to make the move in a week.

	"What's up?" Lon asked.  Sally hovered in the background.

	"We got real busy," Toby grunted.  "Too busy.  We're going to try to
embarrass the Hell out of Julio Vasquez up at the clubhouse -- and bash Cindy
Simpson and Beverly Ellis in the barn."

	"What do you need?"

	"You would add something to either one of these projects," Toby
replied, "but I would like for you to get together with Damian and run the
Simpson thing.  In particular, we don't want anyone on the team in the barn,
so Damian might have to work by remote control -- but if you and maybe Sally
could be there on the ground making sure it doesn't crash..."

	"Tell me all about it..." Lon grinned.

	So Toby gave him the lowdown, promising a tour of the barn for later.
"We really think Tyrone and Otis can pull this off, but if they can't, we'll
need to be able to back everyone out and clean up," Toby finished.

	"This is... ambitious!"  Lon grinned and nodded.  "I'm in.  Let
Damian know.  We'll use Sally to move the girls -- she's probably not on
their radar.  Yeah, this should be hot..."

	"The barn is all done for video -- we'll have a BUNCH of angles.
Cindy and Beverly will probably end up with their own website, but if they
don't we'll have a LOT of blackmail material," Toby chuckled.  "They'll never
be able to hold their heads up again, minimum.  If Tyrone and Otis do for
them what they did for a couple of other girls around here, they won't even
WANT to!"

	"Huh?" Lon grunted.  "Explain that?"

	"Tyrone hypnotizes them or something.  Maybe he uses drugs.  All we
know for sure is that if Tyrone tells a girl she's a slut, she believes it,"
Toby said, shading the truth.  "He started working Bernice over a couple of
weeks ago, but she resisted.  Amy's mother was a therapist or something
before she got married to her dad, and she says Bernice showed signs of being
messed with mentally."  'I'm going to have to convince Sharon of this at some
point,' Toby made a mental note.

	"So..."

	"So I'm thinking Tyrone and Otis are going to want to keep them --
and if Tyrone gets out his tools, whatever they are, Cindy and Beverly are
going to want to BE kept!"

	"Any idea how he does it?" Lon asked.

	"Ever hear of DMSO?" Toby asked.  "It's a chemical that helps you
absorb stuff through your skin, right into your bloodstream.  Tyrone seems to
like to rub his women's noses in old T-shirts and stuff.  We're thinking he
stumbled onto some chemical he can just wipe on them that allows him to
hypnotize them.  He's probably immune, some way, too."

	"Maybe it's natural," Lon theorized.

	"Maybe."

	"Okay, I'll check in with Damian and Randy," Lon promised.  "You've
got something for this afternoon?"

	"Wanda Samuels and her sister Kelly -- yeah, yeah," Toby waved Lon's
rolled eyes off.  "Kelly is even bigger than Wanda, but she wants to learn --
and we're going to use her on Julio for obvious reasons.  You know your
mother is working with Janice Fremd's, right?"

	"Yeah."

	"She's going to coach."

	"Okay."

	"Randy will need to put them in place and come back for Tyrone and
Otis -- then reverse it on the far end.  Tell him not to get seen and to use
a voice distorter.  Cool?"

	"Cool."

	Toby gave him Tyrone's telephone number for the hookup, and Lon
headed off.

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	At about nine a.m., Candace stuck her head in the door of Abigail's
room -- and suddenly she was very busy!

	"Abby?" Candace called.

	"Um, yes?"

	"You don't mind if I call you Abby, do you?"

	"It's not something that happens a lot, but I guess it isn't terrible
or anything," Abigail murmured, smiling.

	"Abigail seems so... formal..." Candace ventured.

	"Yes, it does, doesn't it?  Okay.  Abby it is.  How can I help you?"

	"You'd be amazed..." Candace related the work list.

	"Really?" Abigail blinked.  "A van?"

	"Yes.  No windows, by the way.  We want to preserve the secrecy
regarding the location," Candace noted.

	"Okay.  More beds.  Some couches and sectionals -- by tomorrow?"

	"Right."  Candace grinned.  "And you're busy this afternoon, I
understand."

	"Yes."

	"You may want to do the furniture first, so we know it is going to
come in time.  We'll work our way through the vehicle purchase tomorrow -- I
don't think it is going to be as simple as Toby thinks," Candace advised.
"The beds you ordered are fine -- just order a couple more.  Those guys
should be happy to push more stuff at us pretty quickly.  Give them a call
and get them moving and tell them there is more to come."

	So Abigail made some calls and then she and Candace looked at
furniture online, after which she went off to the furniture store to see if
the items they picked out online looked good in real life.  Candace went
ahead and took a look at automotive websites -- and decided that maybe, just
maybe, Toby was right.

	The pair of them -- Candace and Abigail -- covered quite a bit of
ground; the furniture dealer was thrilled to death and willing to bend over
backwards on both pricing and delivery.  But as time for school to get out
approached, they had to put it on the shelf and head for Candace's.

	It wasn't until they arrived that Abigail realized that her daughter
was going to be stranded at school.  Janice had no ride and no idea where her
new home was.  So Candace called Toby...

	"We're at the house waiting for the girls," Candace related, "but
Janice doesn't have a ride because Abby is here."

	"Okay, we'll pull her in and Terence can take her home or something
after practice," Toby replied.

	"Yeah, that works."  Candace relayed the solution to Abigail and they
put the issue behind them.

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

	Meanwhile, Randy was picking up Wanda and Kelly, and quickly heading
off toward Candace's.  Kelly was beside herself, while Wanda seemed relaxed.
"How can you just sit there?" Kelly demanded.

	"I've done it.  I like it.  I need to think about doing Pete next
time we go out.  We're doing more romance than sex, but he likes sex," Wanda
mused.

	"Well, duh!" Kelly rolled her eyes.  "Still, it's nice that he's not
pressing you too hard."

	"Well, to be fair, we've HAD sex," Wanda admitted, "We're kind of
backfilling the relationship piece before moving forward."

	"You HAVE!  You lied to me!"

	"No, I just let you think I was saying I hadn't while not REALLY
saying that," Wanda replied calmly.  "I didn't want you going off the deep
end -- hickeys had your blood pressure up already."

	"You said Pete didn't get your cherry..."

	"And he didn't.  I think it was Chuck," Wanda replied.  "Pete had a
thing about fat chicks -- but after a blind taste test, he had to put it
away."

	"Blind taste test?"

	"It's a long story."

	"We're here!  Everybody out!  I have to run!" Randy announced over
the intercom.  "Close the doors behind you!"  The girls got out of the van
and headed down the stairs, and Randy got out of there.

	Lon was watching Tyrone, who was getting restive.  Randy called to
tell Lon that he was on the way, so Lon composed the first text message...

	Tyrone's phone bleeped.  'Your ride is ten minutes out.  Get in the
back of the white van and don't try to see the driver,' appeared on the
screen.  Wordless, Tyrone handed the phone to Otis to read.

	"So they ain't bullshittin' us," Otis mused.

	"Guess not."  Tyrone calmed down and settled in to wait.

	Ten minutes later, the van arrived, but parked facing away from
Tyrone and Otis.  Tyrone's phone bleeped.  'Get in the van.'  Tyrone shrugged
and led Otis to the van and inside.

	Lon waited until the doors had closed and then climbed into the front
passenger seat and donned a voice distorter.  Over the intercom, he said,
"Settle back, it's a short ride."

	"Where we goin'?" Tyrone asked.

	"One of the places we play," Lon replied.

	"What happens when we get there?"

	"Blowjobs."

	"Blowjobs?"

	"Blowjobs.  You go down the stairs and in the room you'll see a wall
with a couple of doors and some paneling.  There will be some circles there.
There are booths behind them -- and in each of the first two booths is a
girl.  You rap on the wall and they open a hole and you stick your dick
through -- and they suck it."

	"What's this supposed to prove?"

	That stopped Lon for a second.  "We've got bitches -- but we don't
want the two we've been talking about," Lon declared after some thought.
"They think we owe them something.  Our bitches are less trouble.  We want
you to handle this pair because we know you'll know how -- and once you get a
look at 'em, you'll want 'em."

	"They hot lookin'?" Otis grunted.

	"Yeah.  They got the attitude that goes with it, too," Lon replied.

	Otis grunted.  "We can fix THAT."

	"Then it's a good deal," Lon insisted.

	"Yeah, maybe," Otis grunted.

	The van stopped.  "All out.  Straight down the stairs.  Text us when
you're done."

	"What if I want to blow two loads?" Otis asked.

	"Go for it.  They need the practice," Lon replied.

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