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Chapter 40



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 40 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 MF oral D/s BBW ir exhib voy

Chapter 40

	Eight of them were watching the events in Dark Room One from the
Control Room -- Toby, Amy, Randy, Bernice, Terence, Bonita, Wanda and
Tabitha.

	"She must give pretty good head," Terence opined.

	"As good as me, Mi Amor?" Bonita asked archly.

	"Um, well, I can't make comparisons from just looking at video,"
Terence backpedaled.

	"Maybe you should try her and then me?"  Bonita didn't let him off
the hook.

	"I was just making a comment!" Terence howled.  "I didn't mean
anything!"

	Every female present giggled.

	"He's hammerin' that shit," Randy observed, flicking Bernice a glance
with a warning in it.

	"She likes it that way," Wanda opined.  "That's part of how it all
works -- he can do it and she can take it."

	"I agree," Toby mused.  "That's EXACTLY it!"

	"Now that he's been bled off, they'll be a while," Terence opined,
eyeing Bonita.  She merely grinned from ear to ear.  Terence, still naked,
beckoned her and she came forward.  "Dump your clothes," he directed, "I want
to molest you a little."  Bonita, still grinning, started climbing out of her
clothing.  Randy pulled Bernice in and ran a hand under her blouse, expertly
undoing her bra.

	"Gonna get wild in here, and I don't have nobody to get wild with,"
Tabitha noted.  "I'm headin' out!"

	"Damn!" Wanda exclaimed, "I'm screwed -- I wanna watch!"

	Amy winked.  "We'll think of something."  She turned back to the
night-vision video of Julio pounding away between Kelly's upraised knees, his
hands working her big breasts, milking the nipples while she held her knees.
The night-vision camera made their eyes glow; both of them seemed to be fixed
on the same spot above the headboard of the bed, despite the fact that
neither of them could see a thing.

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	Frank and Miriam arrived home at five-thirty.  Ron eyed his son and
asked, "Is she coming?"

	Frank shrugged.  "She said so.  You got her number?" he asked Miriam.

	"I can get it, Master."  Miriam got on the phone.  Five minutes
later, she announced, "She's shopping for the dinner."

	Ron grimaced.  "How long?"

	"An hour."

	"Make sure she knows how to get here."

	"Master?"  Miriam handed off the phone and Frank passed the
directions.

	True to her word, Abigail arrived at six-thirty.  "About time!" Ron
grunted at the door.

	"You didn't set one, Sir.  I planned for seven-thirty." Abigail
responded quietly.

	Ron grunted, thinking, 'Yeah, I knew that.'  "What's for dinner?"

	"Ribeye steak, Sir.  Asparagus spears and baked potato.  Dinner
rolls, if you like."

	Ron eyed the diminutive scrawny woman.  "You gain any weight?"

	"I tried, Sir.  Maybe a pound or two," Abigail replied diffidently.

	"Okay, you can use the barbeque.  Slut can help.  Wear the aprons
outside -- nothing else.  Get naked as soon as you put the bags down," Ron
directed.

	"Yes, Sir."  Abigail slipped past him, headed for the kitchen.

	Ron stuck his head in the den.  "Slut can help Abby.  We can sit on
the deck and pinch their asses and watch them burn steaks.  You good with
that?"

	"Yeah."  Frank let go of Miriam's left breast and sent her off to the
kitchen.

	Ron tried to joggle Abigail's elbow regularly -- and failed.  He sent
her for a beer, expecting her to come out to serve him in the chef's apron,
but she came out nude to serve him.  Other demands were handled similarly.
Ron couldn't decide whether to be irritated or admiring -- Abby had it all
under control while handling everything perfectly.  The girls disappeared
into the house to check on the potatoes and rolls and Frank turned to his
father, "What's up, Pop?"

	"I just can't believe that bitch.  I can't get ahead of her.  Even
little shit comes back to me not being clear about something.  She
anticipates every goddamned thing."

	"And that's bad?" Frank chuckled.

	"I must be getting soft in my old age."  Ron shook his head.  "Slut
is pretty good, too.  I just can't believe you wandered out and they dropped
into your lap.  I need to see this club of yours, I think."

	"That can be arranged, Sir," a voice behind him declared.

	Ron jumped a foot.  "Jeezus!"

	Abigail smiled crookedly.  "I apologize for scaring you, Sir.  I
honestly believe that both Miriam and I are only accidentally members, but we
have a few practitioners of bondage and discipline -- and perhaps even sado-
masochism."  Abigail didn't really see Ron as being a sadist; he was more a
man with a grudge -- but he might need to learn that, and there was no better
way than to be exposed to the real thing.

	Ron eyed her.  "Hook it up."

	"I should advise you, Sir, that the club maintains its level of
secrecy by conducting initiations that include activities that will ensure
the member's silence, afterward."

	Ron eyed her.  "Is it worth it?"

	"I think so, Sir."  Abigail looked to the younger couple for support.

	"Yeah, Pop -- it's well worth the price of admission," Frank agreed.
"We really can't go much farther with this, but yeah, you'll agree -- it's
WELL worth it!"

	Ron's eyes flicked from face to face.  Miriam merely nodded under his
gaze.  He turned to Abigail.  "Hook it up.  ASAP."

	"May I collect my phone, Sir?"

	"You may."

	Abigail collected Miriam with her eyes, "Please keep an eye on the
asparagus."  She headed off.

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	Toby took the call.  "Toby?  It's Abigail.  We have an initiation
going tomorrow night, don't we?"

	"Yes," Toby said carefully.

	"Can we fit another adult male?  Frank Parker's father is VERY
interested."

	Toby reached out to Amy and gave her the briefing mind-to-mind, then
asked Abigail, "He's kind of angry at women in general, isn't he?"

	"Yes.  I believe that is descriptive," Abigail agreed.

	<We may have someone to put in charge of training the Bitch,> Toby
opined.  Amy agreed wordlessly.  "Yes, we'll fit him in.  He may be able to
do us a service in the near future.  Have him come around six.  Maybe you
should plan to pick him up."

	Abigail returned to the deck.  "It is arranged for tomorrow night.  I
can pick you up and deliver you at five-forty.  Is that acceptable, Sir?"

	Ron nodded.  "Yeah, it'll do.  Are the potatoes ready?  I'm ready for
steak!"  No one was fooled by Ron's pretended disinterest.

	They ate outdoors -- and the women ate and served naked.  Neither of
them evinced anything more than a minor interest in whether the neighbors
noticed.  While they were cleaning up, Ron sat on a lounger, looking
thoughtful.  It was getting pretty dark.  "Turn on the outside lights, will
you, Boy?"

	"You're up to something, Pop -- I can smell the smoke!" Frank
chuckled.

	"Yeah.  I'm thinking it's the perfect time for a nice, outdoor suck
and fuck."  Ron grinned like a shark.

	"I'm pretty sure Slut won't even blink," Frank predicted.  "And if
Slut won't..."

	"I don't think Abby has ever done it," Ron countered.  "This might
rattle her some."

	"We'll see..."

	Ten minutes later, Abigail stuck her head out the door.  "Can I get
you something, Sir?"

	"Yeah," Ron waved.  "Come out here and give me a nice, long blowjob."

	Abigail froze and her eyes swept the horizon, then came to rest on
Ron's.  Ron's were laughing.  'He thinks he's finally got me!  Well, he
almost did... but I'm not letting him!'  "Is there a certain neighbor you
wish to have an unimpeded view?" she asked, coming forward.  "Do you need to
shift your chair?"

	Frank cracked up!

	Prompted -- and caught in his own trap -- Ron looked around.  "I'll
just set the lounger at an angle, so everybody can watch."

	"Very well.  Shall I undress you, Sir?" Abigail asked.  She was
enjoying this -- rising to the occasion, exceeding expectation.  It brought a
sense of accomplishment -- and pleasure.

	"Just the pants and shoes," Ron directed.

	Miriam came out at that point, took in the tableaux, and moved
forward at Frank's finger snap, kneeling to go to work on Frank's jeans.

	Abigail undid Ron's shoes, pulled them off, and set them aside, then
went to work on his pants.  "Frank said this wouldn't work."

	Abigail, tugging down his jeans, replied, "I am actually enjoying
your attempts to stretch the edge of the envelope, Sir.  Please feel free.
Your challenges are welcome attention."

	"You're walking a line, there," Ron growled.  "Don't piss me off!"

	"No offense was intended, Sir," Abigail replied quietly.  "I did not
mean to taunt you.  As I think I mentioned before, this kind of thing is
attention -- and I enjoy attention.  I got so little of it in my marriage..."

	"Hmmph.  Give ME some attention!"  Ron deliberately gagged her as she
began sucking, pressing her mouth onto his cock, palming the back of her
head.  Abigail, thoroughly expecting it, merely rubbed his thighs and took
it, choking but not fighting.  Ron recognized this for what it was and let
up; clearly the effort was wasted.  "I'm gonna kneel you up naked on this
lounger and fuck you -- right out here on the deck!  What do you think of
that?" he demanded.

	Abigail backed off Ron's cock long enough to say, "It's what I came
for, Sir!" and sucked him back in.  Ron sighed, giving up.  He would do it --
he'd said he would and you didn't back down -- but it would be for the fuck,
not because it was going to get Abby's goat.  Nothing seemed capable of doing
that -- nothing at all.

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	Julio lay atop Kelly gasping, puffing like a steam engine.  The fuck
had gone on forever -- fifteen, twenty -- maybe thirty minutes!  'Big Fat
Mama,' as Julio thought of her, threw six orgasms that he counted -- and he
wasn't sure he got them all.  Now she was cooing and rubbing his sweaty
flanks and sucking his neck, giving him goose pimples -- after-care the likes
of which he wasn't used to and enjoyed thoroughly.  "Just relax, Sweetie,"
she purred.  "Rest awhile.  I'd like another, once you've recovered.  You
don't mind, do you?  I know you're good for it..."

	Julio shook his head, his face buried in her sweaty neck.  'No, I
don't mind,' he thought.  'I don't mind dropping another load in your pussy
at all!  It doesn't seem to matter that you're a fucking elephant, either!
You fuck like nobody's business and suck cock even better, maybe, and I bet
if I rolled you over and poked your big ass, I would like THAT, too!  I dread
looking at you -- but fucking you, I don't mind at all...'

	Toby and Amy, 'listening in,' grinned.  Julio was just about cooked.
If they buffered the shock a little bit, he was going to ride right through
it -- and Phyllis had been a big help.  <We should do something nice for
Phyllis,> Toby declared.

	<I think we already have,> Amy replied.

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	Luis hadn't made it back to Phyllis' on Monday -- things had just
been too hectic and he wasn't certain that he could just show up unannounced
any old time.  But the urge was there -- and strong -- and when he went out
to his favorite bar to drink and forget, he discovered that he wasn't thirsty
and couldn't forget!  After fighting with himself for a while, he found
himself on Phyllis' doorstep around eight p.m.  Trish threw open the door,
took one look, and yelled, "MOMMA!"

	Phyllis hustled to the door, stopped, blinked, and said, "Oh, it's
you."

	"Si," Luis unconsciously reverted momentarily to Spanish.  "I am...
unannounced."

	"You were last time," Phyllis pointed out.

	"Yes..."  Luis wasn't absolutely certain where that left him -- but
then, neither did Phyllis.  Last time, Luis and that Julio Vasquez had turned
Phyllis every which way but loose -- and that left her a little leery of the
wiry Hispanic.  On the other hand, he wasn't acting as though he was in
charge...

	"Did the club send you?" Phyllis asked.

	"Actually, they said that I should feel free..." Luis muttered.

	"Any time?" Phyllis blurted.

	Luis frowned, treading carefully.  "They seemed to feel that my
visits would be... mutually beneficial."  He cocked his head, his eyes
challenging her a bit.  "Do you not agree?"

	Phyllis didn't answer him directly; instead, she backed up, saying,
"Won't you come in?"  Luis entered the house.  Trish and Lillian and the boys
all waited in the living room, eyeing the adults, wondering how this would
play out.

	"It's too late for dinner..." Luis ventured.

	"We've eaten," Phyllis agreed.

	"It doesn't matter."

	Suddenly, it did.  "Sit," Phyllis invited.  "There's leftover
meatloaf.  Would you like a sandwich?"

	"If it is not too much trouble," Luis replied.  It was one thing to
fuck the woman -- and perhaps another to eat her out of house and home!

	"No, no trouble..."  Phyllis thought about asking Trish or Lillian to
get Luis a beer, but, no, he was her problem, not theirs.  With a wave of her
hands, she directed her daughters to take control of their little brothers
while she headed for the kitchen.

	The girls weren't fast enough, however.  Alonzo cocked his head and
asked, "What do you watch on TV on Tuesday, Mister?"

	"Eh?  What do YOU watch?" Luis returned, surprised.  He didn't watch
much television at all.

	"Them cop shows," Alonzo supplied.

	"Very well..."  Luis waved at the television and Alonzo settled into
his usual location on the floor in front of the couch.  Luther settled next
to him.

	Phyllis returned from the kitchen with a beer in her hand to find the
girls trying to figure out what to do about the situation and the boys
watching TV.  At her waved request for an explanation, Trish explained,
"Alonzo wanted to watch TV.  Ummm..."

	"Luis," Lillian supplied.  She'd absorbed his name during the
previous visit.

	"Luis said he could," Trish finished.

	"They are fine," Luis said quietly, without looking up.

	"I brought you a beer..." Phyllis muttered.

	"Thank you."  Luis took it.

	"I'm warming the meatloaf in the microwave," Phyllis added.  Luis
looked up at her and nodded.  "The boys..."

	"They want to watch television," Luis interjected.  "Is it not what
they normally do?"

	"It is."

	"Let's not disturb them."  Luis swept his eyes over the girls.  "Your
mother has things under control."  Luis turned his attention on Phyllis, but
it was also a dismissal, so she headed back to the kitchen.

	Lillian crept into a chair, watching Luis.  Luis eyed her for a
moment and asked pleasantly, "Have you seen young Gabriel again?"

	Lillian flicked a glance at the kitchen -- a sure indication that
this was a sore subject.  "Only in school."

	"Do not hide and rebel and do foolish things.  I have seen you -- the
relationship is your affair and is beyond your mother's control.  I will
advise your mother on this subject if it becomes necessary.  It is only up to
you to ensure that you use birth control -- you are too young for babies,
both of you," Luis admonished.

	"Yes, sir."  Lillian settled back in the chair.

	Luis turned his gaze on Trish.  Trish looked back, her gaze mildly
challenging.  Luis merely nodded at her.  It was an acknowledgement that she
was an adult.  Trish thought a moment, shrugged, and headed for her room.

	Phyllis returned with the sandwich on a plate.  Luis took it and
patted the couch next to him.  Phyllis settled there, but whispered, "We
can't do..."

	"Shh!"  Luis sat up and picked up the sandwich and took a bite.  He
remained like that until he had eaten half of the sandwich, then settled back
and reached out to pull Phyllis against him.  Phyllis opened her mouth again,
and Luis put his finger to her lips, "You will disturb the boys.  They are
watching television," he whispered.  "We will limit things."  He leaned her
forward and slid his hand up the back of her top, expertly popping the clasp
on her bra, then pulled Phyllis around and down until she was on her back
with her head on his lap.

	'This is limiting things?' Phyllis wondered while Luis defeated the
cups on her bra and began mauling her right breast under her blouse.  Phyllis
tilted her head back to get a look at Lillian -- but Lillian was grinning,
her eyes dancing; Luis had an ally.  Phyllis collected a throw pillow and put
it up where it masked Luis' actions from the boys; it seemed like that was
all she was going to be able to manage.  Luis' hands prowled her sensitive
breasts and brought her nipples to full, quivering extension -- and all she
could do was lie there and deal with it!

	They went like that for probably thirty minutes; after a while, Luis
upped the ante by defeating the waistband of her shorts and sliding his
fingers over her mons.  Phyllis tried to oppose this but his arms were like
steel and she couldn't fight him off -- and after a short while, she didn't
want to.  Instead, she covered her face with the pillow to muffle her
whimpers of naked arousal.

	During a commercial break, Alonzo turned around, and with an
expression too worldly for a ten-year-old, asked Luis, "Are you gonna be
comin' around regular, Mister?"

	"My name is Luis," the wiry Hispanic replied, "Your mother and I
are... negotiating... over how often, but yes, I will be coming around."

	Alonzo nodded gravely.  "Okay."  He turned back to the TV, the
subject closed.  Phyllis lay looking up at Luis in supplication.

	"Lillian, will you see to it that the boys go to bed when they're
supposed to?" Luis asked politely.  "Your mother and I are going to her room,
I think."

	"Sure."  Lillian nodded gravely.

	Luis waved languidly at the door and Phyllis got up shakily and
headed for her bedroom.  Luis grabbed up the plate with the forgotten half-
sandwich and his beer and followed her out.

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	Abigail could not remember ever having been so aroused as she became
while knelt up on a lounger on Ron's deck, naked, with Ron powering into her
from behind!  The whole thing was wanton, slutty, wild, insanely exciting --
and braver than anything Abigail had ever been asked to do!  The layer of
excitement it added to the sex act brought her to three screaming orgasms in
less than five minutes -- and when she actually caught someone looking, she
went right over the top a fourth time!  Ron didn't survive that cataclysm;
instead, he roared and pumped her twitching twat full of his seed, firing
long spurts deep into her clutching cunt!

	"You got off on that!" Ron accused Abigail, "Literally!"

	"Yes," Abigail agreed, wasted from her orgasms.

	"That kind of throws a monkey-wrench into some ideas of punishment!"

	"Sorry?" Abigail offered.

	Ron grunted in amusement.  "I'm not, I don't think.  It's...
interesting."  He struggled up from the lounger.  "Let's go inside."  Frank
and Miriam had actually finished before the pair; Frank got up off Miriam and
hauled her to her feet.  Miriam stood, then bent to collect a dribble of cum
running down her inner thigh on a finger and lick it off.  Abigail cupped her
mons as she sat up; Ron took her other hand and pulled her to her feet.  "Go
on, go clean up.  Probably a good thing nobody saw us."

	"Someone did, Sir," Abigail corrected him, "Over there."  She waved
at the house to their left.  "A woman, I think.  She took her time closing
the blinds."

	Ron snorted laughter.  "THAT one!  I'll probably hear about it pretty
quick, then -- she can be a real tight-ass."  He got crafty.  "Think she's
still watching?"

	"Yes, probably," Abigail opined, restraining herself from looking at
windows.

	"Come here and suck me clean, then, before you go in.  I want to
REALLY set her tail feathers on fire!"

	"Yes, Sir."  Abigail smiled as she knelt up.  Ron made certain that
the angle was perfect for anyone watching Abigail vacuum his erection from
that side -- but didn't extend things unduly.  "Go drip out and bring me a
beer in the den.  We'll watch TV for a while before I fuck you again.  Remind
me to open the curtains in my bedroom when we do."

	Abigail grinned from ear to ear.  "Yes, Sir!"

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	Julio Vasquez struggled up groggily; Kelly's purring and petting had
put him to sleep.  "I need to..."  'Chingar!  I spoke!'  He buried his face
between Kelly's breasts, waiting for the lights to come on.

	"Pee?" Kelly offered hopefully.  She put a hand on the back of his
head under the ponytail he affected.  Julio nodded, his face still buried.
"Me, too.  I'll see what can be done.  You don't have to leave, do you?  I
still would like to go again..."  Julio shook his head no, still wondering
why he wasn't being blinded, and Kelly relaxed.  She reached for the
intercom, "Hello?"

	"Yes?" a voice replied.

	"We need to go to the bathroom.  What can we do?"

	"We could let you both out at the same time, but that would kind of
screw things up, wouldn't it?" Toby replied.  "The red light is next to the
doorknob -- we'll buzz you out.  Show your partner where the lock button is
so he can buzz you in and vice-versa.  You may want to let him go first."  A
light came on -- a dim LED.

	"You go ahead," Kelly told Julio, following the suggestion.  "I'll
wait."  Julio nodded, got up, and shuffled over to the door.

	"Bathrooms are back down the hall on the right," Toby announced over
the intercom, "Men's are around the corner, women's are at the end of the
hall.  The center one is more or less unisex and leads to some other
facilities."

	"How long do we have?" Kelly asked.

	"Technically, all night," Toby replied.  "Only your escorts and
permanent staff are in the house.  In practice, there won't be any monitoring
after midnight or so -- but you know where things are.  If you want to
dismiss your escorts, we can arrange transport in the morning."

	"It's... something to think about..." Kelly mused.  The buzzer went
off and Julio let himself out, also preoccupied with the idea.

	Julio's slip hadn't gone unnoticed; it had galvanized an otherwise
bored group in the control room.  There had been a lot of heavy petting while
Kelly and Julio went at it, but then they'd drifted off and the tension had
backed off.  When Julio roused, Terence was all over it -- but Toby raised a
hand and said, "Not yet."  As Julio let himself out of the light-lock, Toby
turned to Terence and Bonita and asked, "What do you think?  Will Julio dump
out if you brace him with the idea that you're going home?"

	Bonita pursed her lips.  "Perhaps.  I don't think he would want to
leave, but unless it was done carefully, he might decide that he had to or it
was best."

	"What if Terence went up and told him that you are fine and will be
hanging out for a while longer?" Toby asked.

	"That might swing things the other way," Bonita opined.

	"Okay."  Terence got up and headed out.  "I'll tell him we're
watchin' a movie or something."

	Julio was exploring the baths when Terence arrived upstairs.  "This
is quite a place," he ventured.  Pointing at a sign he asked, "There are
really saunas and steam baths and Jacuzzis?"

	"Yeah," Terence grunted.  "I haven't used them yet -- they're brand
new.  There's a pool, too, but it's outside, and closed for the season."
Moving on to his original purpose, Terence announced, "They said you were
moving around up here.  Nita and I are watching a movie -- you aren't done
yet, are you?"

	"No," Julio replied.  "My anonymous date has asked me to deliver
again, if possible."

	Terence eyed him and set the needle, "That happen often?"

	Bristling, Julio replied, "It is not unknown."

	Terence shrugged and said, "I was just wondering if you ought to take
this one seriously."  Julio set off, fuming, for the light-lock; Terence,
following, rumbled maliciously, "I was just askin'..."

	Julio couldn't WAIT to remove himself from the presence of his
sister's odious boyfriend!  Terence was getting WAY too much pleasure out of
his assignations with the unknown heifer in the dark room -- as if who Julio
sexed was any of the ugly black bastard's business!  Angrily, he buzzed for
entry and burst through the door upon receiving the return buzz.  Terence
could wait all night, as far as Julio was concerned!  'I'll use her for a
mattress and soak my cock in her and he can go to school tired in the
morning!  DAMN Bonita for picking out such a one and waving him under my
nose!'

	Kelly only knew that her Latin Lover was slamming around.  He bashed
into the bed and cursed quietly, too angry to even realize that he'd erupted
vocally again.  Kelly blindly reached out and collected a wrist and pulled
him to her, "Hey, hey -- what's the matter?  Oh -- you can't tell me, can
you?"  By then, he was atop her.  She pulled him against her, rubbed his back
and murmured, "Shhhh!  Mama fix...  Did someone make you mad?"

	Julio nodded into her neck, sulking.  'He's like a little kid, for
God's sake!' Kelly mused.  She spent several minutes comforting Julio until
he relaxed, then said gently, "I have to pee, too."

	Julio lurched up, mildly irritated -- but he felt better.  He found
the button that lit the marker light for the door and buzzed Kelly out.

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	Downstairs, several people were grinning when Terence returned.
"What did you say to Julio, Mi Amor?  He was VERY angry when he returned to
the room!" Bonita asked.

	"He said Kelly wanted more sex -- and I asked him if that happened a
lot..." Terence grinned.  "Then I kinda suggested that maybe he ought to
think about hanging on to a chick who did..."  He turned to gaze at his
girlfriend's brother as he sulked in Kelly's arms.  "He's awful touchy..."
There were several giggles.

	"I'll go up and talk to Kelly," Amy declared.  "She needs to know
more than the fact that she has all night if she wants."

	"I'll go, too."  Wanda got up.

	Terence collected Bonita's hand.  "Hey, Toby, can you pipe this to
another room?  I'm still runnin' around naked and I'm thinkin' Nita and I
could use some quality time..."

	"Sure.  The library?" Toby asked.

	"Great.  I like the couch in there."

	"Set the TV on Channel Three.  I'll do the rest from here," Toby
directed.  Terence nodded and led Bonita out.  Toby flicked a glance at Randy
and Bernice, but Randy said, "We're okay here.  If it gets good enough, I'm
sure you and Amy will be doing something, too."  Randy had been mauling
Bernice's small breasts and kissing her for a while; Toby had taken notice of
how Bernice gave her all when kissing Randy.  He made a mental note to ask
Amy how Randy was doing, but things looked good.

	Upstairs, Amy and Wanda chased Kelly down.  "How's it going?" Amy
asked.

	"Oh, fine, fine.  He's wonderful in bed, but such a child..."  Kelly
shook her head.

	"He's been spoiled forever -- he has a silver tongue and it has
gotten him more than his share of women and allowed him to escape punishment
for a lot of his trespasses," Amy noted.  Eyeing Kelly, she asked, "Do you
want him?"

	"What do you mean?" Kelly asked.

	"We can give him to you," Amy replied, "temporarily, at least.  We
can deliver him into your hands with enough blackmail material to hold him
for the short term.  You need to understand the nature of things, though.
The issue would be the blow to his reputation if it were to get out that he
was seeing a... big woman."

	Kelly sighed.  "Naturally."

	"Well, weighed against this is the fact that I have it on good
authority that you are by far his most satisfactory sex partner.  The fact
that he is here a second time and is still in that room is a clear indication
that you hold a serious carrot.  We caught him talking, so all bets are off
-- we intend to light the room at some point.  At that moment, you need to be
prepared to take control of things," Amy explained.

	"I have control?"

	"You do -- and you will.  For one thing, you will recognize him --
and that is a powerful weapon.  You need only threaten to reveal that you've
had sex with him to be in the driver's seat.  Then you can demand that you
continue to meet.  He will want to continue things clandestinely, but that
can only go on for so long.  What you'll want to do is consolidate your hold
on him until when he becomes numb to the whole issue of being seen with you
and you have your other hooks set deep."

	Kelly blinked.  "What other hooks?"

	Amy held up a finger, "One -- the sex.  You have NO IDEA how
important that is to a man his age!  Actually, he might break down on his own
in another visit or two, believe it or not!  His only other semi-satisfactory
sex has been with a black woman who might not weigh much more than you, but
who is less solidly packed -- and you are superior to her in several ways."
She held up two fingers, "Two -- you take naturally to mothering him.  He is
a sulky little boy -- as you've noted -- and he has a bad temper and a
serious case of Hispanic machismo.  He insults easily, and when you comfort
him, he soaks it up like a sponge."  Amy went to three fingers.  "Three -- I
don't think you've noticed it, but you have been able to manhandle him
physically on several occasions.  It's an odd thing, maybe, but your size is
actually an advantage -- when you manipulate him physically, he capitulates.
He seldom struggles at all; he unconsciously acknowledges your physical
superiority and submits."

	Kelly blinked.  "You're saying that he obeys me because I'm big?"

	Amy nodded.  "You may remind him unconsciously of his mother, who is
a big woman he is used to obeying -- when he can't sweet-talk his way out of
it.  He's a pretty boy -- I don't think he's put himself in harm's way much
with other males.  He didn't need to, because he has historically gotten
anything he ever wanted from the girls and women in his life.  You may need
to work a bit at being impervious to his charm, but if you can do that,
mother him, and discipline him occasionally while reminding him who is the
larger and stronger of the pair of you, I think he will fall into line.  You
may well be able to keep him, long-term -- especially after he becomes
reconciled to the loss of his rep as a ladies' man."

	Kelly grimaced.  "If he's as hot as he thinks he is, he'll cheat."

	"And if you continue to provide the best sex he's ever had, he'll
return and he'll feel bad about it when you call him on it!" Amy replied.
"If you make the mistake of shutting it off, you'll lose him -- but if you
give him Hell about it and rub his nose in what a waste of time it was, he'll
stop!"

	"You're serious?" Kelly asked.

	"Deadly," Amy replied.  "You can do this.  You can have him populate
your bed every night -- you just have to understand his hot buttons and
control him.  Men are SIMPLE!  They aren't stupid -- don't misunderstand me
-- they're just very direct.  You provide him with good, regular sex, soft
comforting arms to come to when somebody bruises his fragile ego, and an
occasional spanking, and he'll be a good little boy -- and you'll BOTH be
happy!"

	"I can do this?"

	"You already are!"

	"Lemme at him!"  Kelly headed for Dark Room One.

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