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Chapter 22



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 22 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: exhib mc

Chapter 22

        "Get in," a distorted voice told Cindy and Beverly when they opened
the back doors of the van.  "Close the doors behind you."  They did so.
"Take off all your clothes," Sally directed, wearing a voice distorter.
Randy put the van into motion.

        "Can't it wait?" Cindy whined.

        "No."  At a motion from Sally, Randy halted the van.  "Do you want to
leave?"

        "No."  Cindy started unbuttoning her blouse.  Beverly, already half
out of hers, gave Cindy a look -- why did she have to be such a big chicken?
Cindy glared back and hurried to catch up.

        "I'm your... matron, I guess you would call it," Sally explained.  "I
am to prepare you for the initiation.  You will follow my instructions.  Once
you are undressed, there are a pair of blindfolds on the seat.  Put them on."

        While Cindy was finishing undressing, Beverly picked up a blindfold.
It was a good one, like a sleep mask made of leather with rings of foam
padding under felt on the side that came in contact with the face.  It also
had a wide, easily adjustable head strap that would make it very secure.

        "Take off your shoes, too," the distorted voice directed.  "You will
be provided with flip-flops to get you inside past the broken glass and
stuff, then we'll be taking them away and you'll be barefoot."  Lon had
thought up this little wrinkle -- and Sally got a little tingle delivering
it.  It was a great way of saying 'there is no escape' without actually
coming out with it...  Lon had psych warfare down to an art -- something
Sally appreciated.  Cindy and Beverly merely nodded at this point -- but
later, when they wanted to run...

        They arrived.  Sally got out and went to the tack room door.  "We're
here."

        "How are things going?" Lon asked.

        "Cindy is whining a lot."

        "Too fucking bad..." Lon chuckled.  "Help me with these..."  The two
of them brought out six cookie sheets with nails and broken glass and other
items on them and arranged them side-by-side in pairs in a pathway bordered
by some bricks leading to the tack room door.  Then Lon handed Sally the
flip-flops.  "Okay, I don't want to have to talk at all.  We'll bring them in
through this door and straight back to the feed room behind the tack room.
We'll put binders on them and you'll mark them up -- I have a list of stuff.
We'll take some pictures -- I have a couple of lights set up in there to
blind them while giving us real good light.  Then we turn them over to Tyrone
and Otis.  Got it?"

        "Yes, Master."

        "Let's go."  Sally put on the voice distorter and stepped around the
cookie sheets, then climbed into the front of the van and peered through a
slot into the back.  "We are ready.  Make sure your blindfold is on.  I am
opening the doors."  She waited until Cindy and Beverly had both seated their
blindfolds, then headed around back.

        Opening the doors, she said, "Blonde first.  Come forward and sit on
the edge of the bed."  Cindy came forward a bit and then gingerly settled
herself on the bed and scooted forward until her legs dangled.  "Put these
on."  Sally handed her the flip-flops.  Cindy put them on and Sally directed,
"Give me your wrist."  She affixed a binder to each of Cindy's wrists.
"Stand," she ordered.  Cindy complied.  Lon handed Sally three feet of light
chain, which Sally attached to the binders, running it behind Cindy's back.
Then she wrapped a web belt around Cindy's waist with the buckle at the back
and connected the chain to the center of the belt at the rear with a 'D'
ring.  Sally then pulled Cindy forward a few steps and said, "Stand there
while I prepare the brunette."

        Cindy stood mute, testing her bonds.  These guys were certainly
thorough!  If she hadn't known what was going to happen, she'd have been
freaking!  As it was, there was a clear trickle of fear running through her.
There were a LOT of things she couldn't do with her arms, for instance,
despite the relatively long length of chain.  Reaching her face wasn't
possible -- even her breasts were hard to reach.  She could reach the buckle
at her back -- not well, but she could reach it -- but she assumed correctly
that it wasn't simple to open.  The 'D' ring interfered with the mechanism
and would have to be removed first, and it had a locking mechanism to it.
Given time, Cindy could escape -- but it would probably take her several
minutes...

        Sally put Beverly through the same hoops, then said, "Come with me.
Be very careful -- there are some nasty things on the ground.  You don't want
to fall..."  Sally took Cindy by the elbow and Lon took Beverly, and they led
them along the path over the cookie sheets festooned with debris and into the
tack room.  Guiding them to a pair of folding chairs, Sally seated them and
said, "Take off the flip-flops.  Be careful -- you might have picked up
something."  Each of them had glass or a nail or something embedded in the
soft rubber of the shoes.  "Nasty," Sally commented, taking the shoes.  "I
wouldn't go running outside barefoot -- you wouldn't get ten feet.  It's safe
in here, though."  The barn floor was concrete.  Grabbing Beverly by the
upper arm, she said, "It's time to decorate you.  Sit there and be quiet
until I come back for you, Blondie.  You're being watched, so don't get
stupid."  Lon made sure by wrapping a pair of Velcro straps around Cindy's
binders and the chair arms, immobilizing her arms.

        "Stand still.  Don't move!" Sally directed Beverly when they arrived
in the feed room, then began going down her list.  Lon turned on the
floodlights he'd set up in the room.  For Beverly's face, washable marker
would be used -- but anywhere below the neck would be permanent, which would
be a LOT harder to remove and would probably have to wear off.  Sally went
down the list:

1.  Left cheek:  "I suck cock"
2. Right cheek:  "Suck hole" with an arrow pointing at her mouth.
3.  Left breast above nipple:  "Twist here"
4.  Right breast above nipple:  "Pull here"
5.  Chest above breasts:  "I'm a cum slut"
6.  Belly, above navel and below breasts, top to bottom:
  a.  "Fun bags" with arrows pointing to breasts.
  b.  Large biohazard symbol
  c.  "Beware!  Cum Dump!  Toxic!"
7.  Below navel:
  a.  "I fuck ANYTHING!"
  b.  "Fuck hole"  Arrow pointing toward pussy
8.  Left ass cheek: "Spank"
9.  Right ass cheek: "Me!"
10. Lower back just above ass:  "Shit hole"  Arrow leading to ass crack
11. Center of back: "Anal slut" just above "Poke my ass!"

        When she was done, Sally stepped back.  Lon nodded his approval.
Sally undid the belt and binders -- they didn't want them in the photo
spread.  "Close your eyes and smile for the camera!" Sally directed, then
whipped off the blindfold and stepped away.

        Using a good camera, Lon had five pictures before Beverly could take
a breath.  He took a dozen while Sally told Beverly to turn her head this way
and that.  Beverly knew better than to open her eyes -- the spotlights would
clearly blind her.

        "Okay, turn around," Sally directed.  Beverly did so, and Lon took
photos of her back.  "You can open your eyes..."

        Beverly did -- and Sally was holding a work light six inches from her
face when she did so and turned it on, blinding her.  Beverly gasped and
Sally replaced the blindfold, then sat her in the folding chair and quickly
bound her wrists to the arms with Velcro the way Lon had bound Cindy.  Then
she replaced the binders and the chain, and finally, after having Beverly
stand, the belt and 'D' ring.  "Now sit back down and be quiet!" Sally
warned.  Beverly did as she was told -- and Sally replaced the Velcro straps.

        'Well, the worst is over, probably,' Beverly thought.  'Things have
gone pretty much the way we were told they would...'  There had been some
shocks and surprises, but she was holding it together...

        Cindy, on the other hand, had spent the interim stewing and was in a
fine funk!  'What are they doing to poor Beverly?' she worried.  At one
point, she'd tried to get up, chair and all -- but a hand had appeared from
nowhere to wrap around her throat and a second one covered the scream she
opened her mouth for and a voice rasped, "SIT!" in her ear.  The hand around
her throat hadn't squeezed, though, and after a few moments, she got control.
The voice -- probably male, but distorted -- hissed, "Behave yourself!  Sit
there and be quiet!" -- and the hands remained in place for the few moments
it took for her to get a grip.

        Sally announced herself, "I'm back.  I'm going to undo you from the
chair and we're going into the other room.  Behave yourself, now..."  Cindy,
well aware that Sally wasn't alone, did as she was told, and Sally moved her
to the feed room and set to work on her decoration.

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        In the meantime, Toby, Amy, Gina and Mary arrived in Toby's car and
Wanda and Kelly arrived in Kelly's car.  Amy and Gina had made explanations
to Mary on the way:

        "Gina, maybe you'd better tell Mary what you had to do..." Amy
suggested.

        "I had to do a bunch of things, Mary," Gina related.  "From what I
can tell, every girl who joins the club has to put herself out there for sex
with male members as a part of the deal.  A lot of the girls do it this way
because they're never gonna catch a guy with their clothes on, if you know
what I mean.  The club does some stuff to make the sex anonymous -- and one
of the rules is that stuff that happens in the club stays there, so your
reputation is safe -- but it's about sex."

        "I haven't done that..." Mary muttered.

        "I can't remember the last time we did an initiation where the girl
had," Amy interjected.  "On the other hand, I can give you a whole laundry
list of girls who lost their virginity at the club."

        "Including me," Gina added.

        "Most of the girls who volunteer to join the club agree to do sexual
things in order to get noticed by a boy," Amy related.  "Everybody wears a
mask -- and we do other things to try to keep them anonymous, like putting
them in totally dark rooms or in a booth with just a hole in the wall for a
boy to stick his cock through.  We have a rule that says if a boy likes what
he gets from a girl, he can ask for her name -- and if he does, and she is
agreeable, he gets to find out -- but the price is two public dates with the
girl.  This gets the girls seen -- in public -- with a popular guy, which
gets them out there, even if the relationship doesn't work -- but we have a
pretty good record for hook-ups."

        "I'll say!" Mary muttered.

        "Now for the bad news," Gina related.  "We're cheerleaders, so the
normal rules don't apply.  Well, they do, but they're nowhere near as
important.  Thanks to Cindy and Bev, we're not very popular -- so we have to
go through an initiation..."

        "What did you have to do?" Mary asked, dreading the answer.

        "They want to bring it home to us that we're no better than the other
girls," Gina began, "so they can be pretty hard on us.  I had to suck a BUNCH
of guys -- and I fucked four -- and I lost my cherry -- and I had to suck cum
out of a girl's pussy."  She thought about it.  "I THINK that's the list.
Oh, and they made videos, so that if I went back to Cindy, they could ruin my
reputation."

        "Oh my God!" Mary gasped.

        "Well..." Gina smiled crookedly.  "Actually, it wasn't that bad...
Oh, some of the guys were black, of course..."

        "The team is colorblind," Amy interjected, "I hope you are!"

        "I don't know..."  Mary murmured shakily.

        "If you can't hang, we'll just take you home, Mary," Amy soothed.
"But you have sponsors or you wouldn't be here.  There is some question of
fairness to Gina if we take it TOO easy on you, but I don't think the guys
have a whole lot of venom saved up for you.  I don't think they're going to
press as hard.  It's all up to you, at this point."

        "What's going to happen to Cindy and Beverly?" Mary asked.

        "They're in big trouble," Amy related.  "We reached out to rescue
you.  The initiation they signed up for has nothing to do with us -- except
maybe it gets even with them for every nasty thing they ever did to someone
else.  Right about now, they're in the hands of some guys who have nothing to
do with the club OR the sports teams -- and it isn't going to be pretty."

        "Omigod!" Mary gasped.

        By then they had arrived.  "You need to make up your mind," Amy
advised.  "If the answer is no, we'll get someone to take you back to school
and no one will ever bother you about it again, one way or the other.  If you
want to stay, you can go in and we'll get you set up.  We've got a couple of
other things going on, though, and some of us need to be elsewhere..."

        Mary looked at Gina, who shrugged.  "I did it.  And I'm happy with
the results."

        "It's just a lot..." Mary worried.

        "Why don't we send you home, then?" Amy replied.  "I don't know if
we'll ever make the offer again, but..."

        Gina leaned forward, her smile feral, and asked, "So who are you
going to Homecoming with, Mary?"

        Toby got out.  Amy and Gina would handle it -- he had places to be.
Besides, Gina had just unleashed the secret weapon that would get Mary
indoors...  He went in through the servant's entrance and settled at his new
desk, then signaled Lon of his presence via IM.  'How's it going?'

        'Like clockwork,' Lon typed back.  'Sally is finishing Cindy.  Cindy
seems pretty jumpy, but she's not going anywhere -- we're being careful.'

        'Good,' Toby replied.  'And the guys?'

        'The natives are starting to get restless, but we're almost done.'

        'Okay.'  Toby turned on the surveillance cameras in the main barn
area and swept things.  Tyrone and company were looking a little restive, but
not seriously.  Someone had delivered snacks -- which was a good idea.  Rudy
was playing with the video camera, totally unaware that everything he did was
being captured not only locally, but here in Toby's inner sanctum.  He had
plenty of footage to incriminate the boys if things went wrong.

        Amy came in and briefed him by the simple expedient of clasping his
shoulder.  Kelly was ensconced in what they'd unofficially labeled 'Dark Room
Number Three' and Wanda and Gina had taken charge of Mary, who was nervous,
but committed.  They were busy stripping down and masking under the watchful
eye of Candace.

        Damian came in at that point.  "How's it goin'?"

        "Lon has it all under control."  Toby split-screened the feed room --
where Cindy was done being photographed and was getting her bindings replaced
-- and the main area -- where Lon was warning Tyrone that his part of the
show was about to begin.  Toby was mirroring Lon's IM session on a screen for
Damian to read.

        "Let's get this show on the road!" Damian directed.

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        The first vanload out from the school was the new van -- and it was
chock full of girls.  Abigail drove, and Janice rode up front with her.
Bernice was conspicuous in that she didn't load up with the girls -- she
waited for Randy to return a few minutes later.  When he did, she climbed
into the front, where Randy had a bundle of discarded female clothing
belonging to Cindy and Beverly on the seat.  Randy collected his crowd of
males and pointed the van at the new clubhouse.  Once they were moving, he
turned on the intercom, "Okay, guys -- we're going to a new place.  It's the
new clubhouse, and it is still under construction.  There are only a couple
of new faces tonight and one of them is more or less a private project, so
we'll just try to keep everything afloat with what we have.  If you and your
girlfriend are hooked up tight, stay on the first floor -- there are a lot of
places to hang out and cuddle up with your squeeze and have a good time.  We
might be doing an initiation -- if we are, we'll probably call the guys who
don't have nothing going on up to the second floor for it.  They tell me the
long-term plan is to let just about anybody come to the first floor but the
second and third will be members only.  For now, there is TV and porn and
music and food and plenty of places to stretch out in a nice, dim room and
play with your main squeeze, right on the first floor, so have a good time.
Next week is Homecoming, so you might want to practice dancing..."

        Several of the guys shared glances at that point -- none of them had
thought of THAT!

        Bernice eyed Randy sidelong -- but Randy contrived not to notice...

        Randy pulled up out front and backed in as close as he could to the
door.  "Masks are still in -- so get one.  Get naked in the little atrium
there off the doorway and give your stuff to one of the house mothers to hang
up for you.  Next week or the week after when naked shit moves upstairs,
we'll have lockers or something.  Have fun!"  Turning to Bernice, he said,
"Follow me."  He got out and watched everyone disappear inside and then led
Bernice around back and inside through the old servant's entrance.  "Janice
and her momma live here now," he noted, "and Toby has a big control center
set up in one of the rooms..."  They walked into Toby's office and Bernice
gazed in surprise at the eight monitors he had set up.  One showed an area
off the library, where Abigail and Marta were shepherding the girls.  Another
showed the front, where Candace was supervising the guys.  One displayed the
library.  One showed a room where a heavyset white girl was reclining naked,
watching TV.  One displayed Gina Blaisdale and Mary Vargas hanging out in a
big room somewhere.  But the big monitor in the center -- the sixty incher --
displayed four views of the inside of what looked like a barn...

        Damian looked around and picked them up.  "Have a seat," he
announced, "The show's about to start."

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        Having finished with Cindy and released Beverly from the chair, Sally
stood them both before the door to the main area.  "Preparation is over --
it's time for the main event," she announced, "Walk forward and someone will
take charge of you."  Lon opened the door.  Beverly, in the rear, moved
forward and bumped into Cindy, driving her forward, and the pair stumbled
into the main room.  Lon closed the door behind them and locked it, and then
beckoned Sally to follow him back to the tack room and the monitors there.

        In the main room, Rudy yelped, "Goddamn!  That's...!"

        "Pinch it off!" Otis rasped.  "We got this!"

        Tyrone stepped forward and stopped Cindy with a hand on her belly,
"Stop here."  Cindy flinched, but obeyed.  Then Tyrone grasped one of
Beverly's forearms just above the binder and positioned her next to Cindy.
"Stand there."  He circled behind them and lightly grasped their shoulders,
then ran his fingers down their backs, saying soothingly, "It's all right.
Nobody is gonna hurt you.  We're gonna play some games and have a little fun
before shit gets serious and you'll have plenty of time to get used to shit."
Meanwhile, he tried to sense them.  Cindy had started out about to piss
herself, but she settled down under his hand.  Beverly relaxed visibly.
Tyrone concentrated a bit and then asked Cindy, "This stuff scares you
doesn't it?" -- shaking the chain the connected to her bound left wrist.

        "Yes."  Cindy sniffled.

        "It's just to keep you from taking the blindfold off," Tyrone
improvised.  He wasn't certain, but it made sense.

        "I can't touch my breasts!" Cindy whined.

        "You don't need to," Tyrone replied.  "They're not for you."  He
stood behind the pair, rubbing each of them just above the hip.  'They're for
me' went unsaid, but not unheard.

        Beverly managed to be mildly irritated.  Cindy was SUCH a pussy!  No
one had hurt them yet -- or even offered to!  There had been no threats.
Things were going just about the way they'd been described -- yet Cindy was
whining and sniffling and standing around making Beverly bump into her...
Whoever the guy was, he was gentle...

        Cindy had a morbid fear of being bound and it had brought her to near
hysteria.  Only the quiet voice and the gentle hand on her hip brought her
any calm...

        In the control room at the clubhouse, Amy, her hand on Toby's
shoulder, nodded to herself.  <It's going to be fine.  Tyrone has control.>
Toby transmitted wordless agreement.

        In the barn, Tyrone looked up at Otis and delivered a tight nod.
Otis pursed his lips and nodded back.  Tyrone's magic was working.  Tyrone
stepped around in front of Cindy and took her hands, "Come with me."  He
tugged her forward to a location closer to the center of the room, where a
thin mat covered the concrete floor.  "Now settle on your knees -- you don't
want to stand all night.  Lean on me if you need to."

        Cindy did as she was told.  Her fear was still there, but there was a
wall between it and her essential self -- a wall that allowed her to move and
talk and follow instructions.  She knelt and settled back on her heels.

        Once Cindy was settled, Tyrone went back for Beverly, who followed
instructions more or less willingly, not presenting the additional issue of
being nearly paralyzed by fear.  When he had her settled a couple of feet to
Cindy's right, he went over to the bag he brought with him and brought out a
couple of pair of his used underwear and brought them over to Cindy and
Beverly.  "What's a party without party hats?" he announced, and put a pair
of his jockey shorts over each of the girls' heads.  "Oops!  They don't
fit..."  The guys laughed.  He stepped between the girls, posing holding onto
one shoulder of each while Cindy, in particular, settled down and Rudy got
several angles with the video camera.  Then he led Otis off a short ways to
talk to him.

        "You know who we've got, right?"

        "I'd have to be fuckin' blind not to!" Otis hissed.

        "I think we ought to keep 'em," Tyrone told him.  "We could fuck 'em
over and then turn them loose, but they're both... valuable."

        "Big money on the street," Otis agreed.

        "No, there's a better way," Tyrone replied.  "Their folks would shit
a brick and we'd end up jailed anyway if we put 'em on the street, even if
they swore they volunteered to hook.  No, we keep 'em -- make 'em our main
squeezes.  Momma and Daddy give 'em everything, you know?  All we have to do
is be cool about it and they'll settle down and we'll be on the gravy train
in the seat next to Momma and Daddy's little girls..."  He eyed Otis.  "I
want Cindy -- she's more trouble to handle, anyway.  I'll hook you up with
Beverly and make sure she's eating out of your hand."

        Otis' eyes narrowed.  Cindy was the bigger fish, here -- but he'd
seen how much more effort Tyrone had gone to getting her settled and knew
Tyrone wasn't lying.  Besides, there wasn't shit wrong with Beverly -- she
might even have bigger tits...  "Awright.  So what does this mean for
tonight?"

        "We take 'em down the way we planned, basically.  Everybody gets a
piece and they learn that they're just cunts like every other cunt.
Actually, jerking the rug out from under them will probably help us with
Momma and Daddy -- new attitude will prove they're committed and shit.
Word's gonna get out, and that'll humble 'em some more, anyway.  When we're
done, though, we take 'em back to the crib and get 'em used to being ours,
instead of dumping them out on some road, buck naked.  Nothin' to it," Tyrone
declared.

        "Awright," Otis nodded.

        "Slow and easy -- keep it friendly.  It's a party and we're gonna
play 'pin the tail on the donkey' and have some fun and cut up.  You can call
her a slut later, when she's played 'pin the dick in the pussy' a few times
-- and at that point, it won't be just name-calling -- she'll believe it.
Come over with me and we'll get Beverly used to you -- no tit grabbing and
shit right away -- everything works better if they're calm.  We take it slow
and easy like the game we talked about, and at the end of it you can grope
her all you want."

        "Okay."  Otis had been through this kind of thing before, but had
been less careful about it -- and he'd seen the results.  One of the black
bitches they ran did what she was told, but she was scared of him and
couldn't get comfortable around him no matter what Tyrone did.  He followed
Tyrone back to the girls and took up a position behind Beverly, putting a
hand on her right shoulder as Tyrone put his on her left, his other hand on
Cindy.

        "How do you like your party hats?" Tyrone asked, playing to the
camera and acting as master of ceremonies.

        "They're somebody's underwear, aren't they?" Beverly asked.  Somehow,
despite the smell -- or maybe because of it -- she couldn't get terribly
angry...

        "Could be," Tyrone replied, matter-of-factly.  "Y'all knew we were
gonna mess with you, right?"  He stroked and caressed Cindy with one hand
while merely maintaining contact with Beverly -- and allowing Otis to stroke
and caress Beverly and be the primary focus.  This kind of thing had worked
before -- the contact kept Beverly receptive, but her attention was focused
on Otis -- and Otis therefore made the impression.

        "Yeah..." Beverly muttered.  This wasn't so godawful...

        "Come on, Baby," Tyrone chided, stroking Cindy's neck, "Nobody is
hurting you.  We're just playing a little game -- having some fun..."  Cindy
had started almost hyperventilating when the underwear came down over her
head, and had sucked in big lungfuls of Tyrone's pheromones -- which were
addictive...

        "I'm okay," she said in a small voice -- and believed it.

        "Just relax," Otis rumbled, knowing his voice needed to register with
Beverly.  "Nothin' goin' down here that hasn't a million times..."  'You
wouldn't be here except for fuckin',' he added to himself, 'and bitches suck
dick all the time...'  He'd learned from Tyrone that sometimes it wasn't what
you said, but how you said it.  What he'd said here could mean just about
anything, but it sounded reassuring...  He continued moving his hands over
Beverly's shoulders, sides and back -- and Beverly, thoroughly under Tyrone's
spell, relaxed under them.

        "I'm lovin' the art work," Tyrone chuckled.  "Have you seen it?"

        "No," Cindy replied, actually laying her head over to capture
Tyrone's hand between her shoulder and her cheek.  "We were masked when it
was done."

        "We'll be sure to let you see it," Tyrone promised.

        "Yeah, for sure," Otis agreed.

        Tyrone removed the underwear from Cindy's head and held it in front
of her, wadded up, looking casual about it while he waved Rudy forward to
document Cindy's art work.  Otis followed suit.  Each continued to gentle the
girl in his hands like a young filly.  Rudy took videos of everything,
amazed.

        In the background, Marcel leaned to his left and whispered, "Look at
that shit!  Them bitches is putty in their hands!"

        Slick nodded.  "They be kickin' ass, all right!  Man, I can't believe
I'm gonna sink my dick in Cindy Simpson and Beverly Ellis!"

        "Keep it quiet!" Frog croaked, "We don't wanna piss Tyrone and Otis
off with the shit right here in front of us!"

        Beverly heard it -- not what was said, just whispers.  "How many more
of you are there?"

        "Just a few," Otis replied calmly.  "We're selective.  It doesn't
take many to do the job."  He chuckled to himself -- and Beverly totally
missed the underlying menace.

        Tyrone stepped away from Cindy so Rudy could document her markings,
using the time to touch Beverly while Otis massaged Beverly's temples and
said, "You come to me when you need shit -- I got everything you need,
understand?"

        "Uh huh..." Beverly muttered.  She didn't, but it didn't matter...

        Tyrone stepped in front of Cindy and took her hands.  "Come down on
your elbows for a minute -- we need to see the back.  Spread your legs a
little, Baby."  Cindy took Tyrone's hands and let herself be drawn forward --
and didn't even think about spreading her stance.  Having her knees together
while resting on her forearms wasn't that stable, anyway...  Rudy led the
camera right down her back and over her ass to a perfect crotch shot.  Tyrone
lent just a touch on Beverly's shoulder while Otis put Beverly in the same
position.

        "Very nice," Otis murmured, stroking Beverly along her backbone from
neck to tailbone after Rudy had documented her, "VERY nice!"  Beverly
smiled...

        "Okay, let's get them back up and start the touching game," Tyrone
muttered.

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