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Chapter 42



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 42 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: blackmail exhib

Chapter 42

	"Let me up!  Why are the lights on?" Julio demanded.

	"Come on, Julio, we caught you talking hours ago."  The voice came
from the intercom.  "We just didn't see any reason to cut things off before
the two of you finished enjoying yourselves."

	"It's not fair!" Julio whined, "I was half-asleep!"

	"You two needed to be formally introduced, anyway," the voice on the
intercom replied inexorably, "You KNOW you're going to want to see one
another."

	"I don't know if..." Julio snarled -- but he cut himself off.
Instead, he lay there, examining his captor.  She was big -- as advertized --
with big honking tetas than hung close to his face while she leaned forward
to pin his wrists.  She was blubbery, with a couple of rolls here and there,
but strong -- her thick thighs were muscular, as he was well aware from the
times that she'd ridden him.  The face wasn't great, but wasn't awful,
either; the features were narrower than expected and she was only mildly
jowly.  The hair was thick and curly, even if the color -- a grayish brown
shade -- wasn't impressive.

	"... You want to?" Kelly finished for him.  "Well, take a look --
take a GOOD look -- because you're gonna be seeing me regularly!  Do you know
why?  Because if you DON'T, I'm gonna broadcast to the world that the great
Julio Vasquez fucks fat chicks!"

	"You wouldn't!" Julio howled.

	"Sweetie, you have NO IDEA what lengths I would go to in order to see
to it that we do what we did last night and this morning again!  I'd chain
you to my bedpost by an ankle if I thought I could get away with it!"  She
locked eyes with him.  "Tell me you hated it -- go ahead!  Lie about it!
You're cock is still hard in my pussy!"  She rose a bit and fell on it,
proving her point.  "You might not like looking at me, but you LOVE fucking
me -- don't you?"

	Julio looked mulish, but, dammit, she was right!  "What do you want?"

	"I want you to come see me every couple of days," Kelly replied.
"You don't have to take me out -- we'll keep it private."  She eyed him
archly.  "That isn't exactly a fate worse than death, is it?  If I have to,
I'll leave the lights off..."

	"I'll have to look at my schedule..." Julio murmured, looking for
wiggle room.

	"No, Sweetie -- MY schedule.  You come when I call," Kelly replied,
sitting up and releasing his wrists.  "If you don't, I'll let your little
secret out."

	"It would be your word against mine..." Julio pressed.

	"Um, not exactly.  Turn on the TV, Kelly -- Channel Three," the voice
from the intercom interjected.  Kelly reached for the remote on the bedside
table.  Julio's cock popped out of her, drawing a sigh, but the party was
over, anyway.  She climbed off Julio, settling on his left.  Julio made to
lurch up, but settled back.

	'I need to see this,' Julio thought.

	The screen lit, and there he was, pounding away between Kelly's thick
thighs.  There were at least three views -- plenty to be able to identify
him.  Julio looked around the room but couldn't see the cameras.  "We have
everything," the voice over the intercom announced, "Both visits -- including
this..."  The scene shifted to Kelly pinning him and berating him for his
initial poor performance.  "THAT's as good -- maybe better -- than the other
stuff!"

	Julio sat up and started cursing in Spanish.  "I'm going to KILL my
sister and that black Neanderthal boyfriend of hers!"

	"No, you won't," the voice on the intercom remonstrated, "In the
first place, Terence can grind you into the dust without any help at all --
and in the second, if you touch one hair on Bonita's head, he WILL!  You
screwed yourself, Julio -- but you screwed Kelly, too -- and you loved it,
and everybody -- including Kelly -- knows it!  Get used to her -- she's your
woman now -- or maybe you're her man..."

	"Come on, Sweetie -- is it really that bad?"  Kelly reached down to
fondle Julio's cock.

	"Don't do that!" Julio slapped at her hand.  "I am angry with you!"

	"Your dick isn't, I bet..."  Kelly leaned over and sucked him in.

	"You... cheat!" Julio grunted.  She was right -- his cock didn't care
at all...  Kelly's mouth was exquisite!  Even a bit sore after several fucks
in a short six to eight hours, his cock rose and thickened and began to emit
pleasurable sensations as her lips and hot mouth and tongue teased it.  "Go
away!"  He pushed at her head, but it was a weak protest and she knew it.
"All right, suck, you vampire!"  He massaged her scalp.  "You're a big, ugly
fat slut..."

	"I know."  Kelly released his cock long enough to agree with him.

	"Ahhh...  Okay, you're not ugly.  It's hard to think..."

	"You LOVE having your cock sucked, don't you?" Kelly whispered.  "I
love doing it.  That's a start, don't you think?"

	"Shut up, Woman!" Julio rasped.  "Okay.  I come when I'm called.  We
have sex.  What else?"

	"I keep my mouth shut," Kelly promised.  "No movies get out to
embarrass you."

	"That's it?"

	"You make things up to my girlfriend," Kelly added, startling
everyone, including Toby and Amy in the control room.

	"Is she...?" Julio asked.

	"Big like me?" Kelly finished.  "No.  You fucked her once -- and you
fucked it up and ruined her for guys.  You need to fix it."

	Julio frowned, thinking.  "I will... do what I can."

	"Good.  That's it.  You can fuck around, if you have anything left
when I'm done with you -- just wear a rubber, because I don't want to catch
anything."

	'How bad is this?' Julio wondered.  He honestly didn't know.  "All
right."

	"I'm releasing the electronic locks," Toby said over the intercom.
"You guys have the run of the place and can clean up and shower and use the
Jacuzzi or whatever.  Julio, when you're ready to go home, you'll find
someone running around on the first floor -- probably Abigail, who is a thin,
older woman.  She can take you home -- or you can have Kelly do it."

	"Very well..."  Julio still wasn't happy.

	"I know you're pissed, Julio, but if you look at things objectively,
you'll realize you haven't lost a thing in this deal," Toby noted.  "In fact,
you've gained quite a bit."

	"Huh!  QUITE a bit!" Julio rasped, eyeing Kelly disparagingly.

	"Oh, shut up!" Kelly snarled.  "Your eyeballs are the only thing on
you that doesn't love me -- and THEY like parts!"  She shook her shoulders
and Julio's eyes obediently tracked the sway of her big jugs.  "See?"

	Julio sighed and nodded agreement.  "Si.  Yes.  Your tetas are...
impressive."

	"I'll never be small, but I AM losing weight!" Kelly declared.  "I've
lost eight pounds since the first time we got together!"

	Julio blinked.  "Really?  You are dieting?"

	"Well, I'm eating less.  Maybe I'm just... happy..."  She pursed her
lips and waited for him to pop her bubble.

	Julio didn't.  His mama dieted and Bonita dieted and he was well
aware that such things were a source of frustration to them -- and was
therefore conditioned to be supportive.  He merely nodded approval.

	"Let's go clean up," Kelly suggested.  "When do you have to be at
work, or whatever?  I don't have any classes until ten..."  Julio allowed
himself to be led off, listening distractedly to her chatter.

	They showered and cleaned up -- separately, as it turned out -- then
Julio allowed Kelly to take him home.  As she parked out front, Kelly turned
to Julio.  "I think we're both probably sore, so how's tomorrow night?  Call
me.  We can go to the club or if you have some other place you want to go...
I live at home, so I can't really, you know, entertain.  Thank God we have
the club!"

	"I will call," Julio promised.

	"I don't suppose you would kiss me?" Kelly asked.  Julio sat eyeing
her, so after a moment, she shrugged it off with, "Stupid question..."

	But Julio grunted; he'd been thinking.  He'd kissed her in the dark
and he'd kissed about a zillion other women and it meant nothing -- why not
make her happy?  "Eh, why not?"  He leaned across the center island and
offered his lips.

	Kelly accepted them and proceeded to enjoy herself.  After about a
minute, she broke the connection to whisper, "Go ahead, enjoy yourself -- you
know I like being felt up."  Julio chuckled and defeated her left bra cup.
They kissed some more and Kelly breathed in his ear, "Please don't disappoint
me.  I can be a real bitch when I'm unhappy -- and I'll be VERY unhappy!  On
the other hand, when you're with me, you can have anything your little heart
desires...  All you have to do is call..."

	Julio settled back in his seat and eyed her.  "I will do what I
must."

	Kelly nodded.  "I'd prefer that you did it because you wanted to, but
I have to take what I can get.  They want something from you, Julio.  I don't
know what it is, exactly.  Maybe it's just for you to settle down and stop
hurting young girls -- you know that's what you've been doing, right?
Hurting girls?"

	"Defloration is painful," Julio waved it off.

	"This goes beyond that, Julio," Kelly pressed.  "You never fix it --
you never make it worth it!  You do what you did to me -- poke deep and rut
around three or four times while the girl is trying to recover -- then you
LEAVE without giving her ANY pleasure!  Do you KNOW what that leaves a girl
thinking of sex?"

	Julio waved it off again.  "They learn better."

	"Some never do, Julio.  You set expectations -- expectations that
lead them to avoid sex and approach it fearfully when they do.  You stunt
their growth, Julio -- just for that little moment of conquest, you ruin them
-- and it isn't even that good, is it?  How does it compare to what we did
last night and this morning?"

	"You exaggerate!" Julio insisted.  "I am many things, but I am NOT a
sadist!"

	"Maybe not," Kelly replied.  "Maybe -- probably -- you just don't
care.  But I will PROVE to you that I'm not lying!  Wait and see!"

	"Whatever."  Julio was becoming angry.  "I have no choice, in any
case.  I will call tomorrow."  He opened the car door and got out.

	"Please do," Kelly replied.  "What I can do to you personally, by
word of mouth, is limited -- but I won't be the one putting videos on the
net."

	Julio growled and stalked up the sidewalk.  They would pay for this
-- Bonita and Terence -- one way or another!  He vowed this, solemnly!  Kelly
watched him, troubled, until he slammed the front door, and then pulled away.
Maybe this whole thing wasn't worth it...  No, there was still a chance that
Julio could be... domesticated... and as long as that chance existed, her
chance at happiness existed right beside it.

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	Toby and Amy got up, went home, cleaned up, and dragged themselves
off to school.  There was no telling how late the evening's activities were
going to go...

	The day seemed to drag.  Everyone had the evening on their mind.
Finally, things started to shake out.  Many of the girls were available right
after school, and some could wangle their own transportation, so they began
to descend upon the clubhouse around four p.m.  Alyssa, Bernice, Anita,
Misha, Donna, Jasmine, Tabitha, Trish and Janice would ride to the mall in
the new van with Abigail, after Abigail delivered Ron Parker.  Brenda and
Bonita would ride with Amy after football and track practice.  Sally was
going with Miriam -- and Miriam's mother, Ute, who wanted an eye on this
situation.  Phyllis and Adele were meeting the girls at the mall after work.
Marta and Maddie were coming separately, as were Teela and Sonya, who would
be ferried by Jiang Yi.

	Football practice tightened the timing.  Randy moved most of the boys
without showers -- they got out of their football gear and quickly into some
clothing and were transported to the club, where they were let into the
second floor baths and locker areas for the first time, taking their showers
there.  The double parlor on the second floor was closed off and made into
two rooms by accordion partitions similar to those used to subdivide function
rooms in hotels and conference centers, and the massage tables were set up
there.  The suck booths -- four of them -- lined what appeared to be the back
wall of the room -- but there was an entrance behind that and a narrow
hallway area that allowed access to those occupying the booths.  There was
also an entrance in the wall of booths between Booth Three and Booth Four,
which was a double.  Like the old booths, there were removable partitions
between Booths One and Two, and Two and Three -- but for tonight, those
partitions were removed, as well as the two partitions that constituted the
'hallway' between Booths Three and Four.  This meant that if you entered the
door between Booths Three and Four, you would enter an open area with five
sets of glory holes along the front wall and four (locked) doors along the
back.

	Iris and Noreen arrived first.  Iris had kept up a steady flow of
nervous chatter on the way, and as a result, Noreen had only a vague idea of
where they were when they pulled into the parking area at the club.  Candace
received them graciously and left them in the library while she corralled the
girls, who were awaiting Abigail in the first floor parlor.  Fortunately,
Abigail and Ron were the next to arrive.  Candace took charge of Ron and led
him to the library, imparting the fact that only one of the occupants knew
everything that was going on and enjoining him to secrecy.  "We'll be
conducting a much more candid briefing for you and the other gentleman who is
coming -- please be patient.  It's in your best interests and by the time I'm
done with my presentation, you'll understand why very clearly."

	Ron grunted, "From what little I know, I can already guess.  No
problem."

	Lon had actually volunteered after a discussion of the evening's
activities with his mother, so when Randy showed up with Alyssa and Brie, Lon
took charge of Brie and they headed out to the carriage house.  Lon had seen
the camera layout in the barn, and therefore was equipped to recognize the
virtually identical setup in the carriage house, operated this time from the
apartment above the main floor.  Toby, on arrival, was thrilled to death --
it meant that he didn't have to be three places at once.

	The Beckwiths arrived next -- without Bobby, although he was at the
clubhouse.  The plan was to let Bobby into the mix in the later stages, after
his mother had been siphoned off elsewhere, providing another cock to service
Iris or Noreen.  He would be available for the early stages, too -- but it
would be carefully controlled to ensure that his mother didn't detect him.

	Robert drove to a location on the edge of town - or maybe just
outside -- past a quaint-looking antique shop to an imposing old house.  The
sign at the road -- which was also imposing, lettered in gold -- said simply,
'The Club' in large script.  Below that, a second area said 'A Subsidiary of
Alternative Access Social Clubs, LLC' in much smaller text.  Below that, a
third, sign said 'Members and Guests Only' in lettering somewhere between the
first two in size.

	'Exclusive!' Arlene thought, 'Excellent!  Finally, Robert is making
some headway, socially!'  She waited impatiently for Robert to park and burst
out of the car before he could get to her side, muttering, "We don't want to
be late..."

	"No, of course not."  Robert, following her, rolled his eyes.
'Soon...' he promised himself.

	Again, Candace acted as greeter.  "Good evening, and welcome to the
club," she said.  "I apologize, but we are short on staff tonight -- we've
agreed to facilitate a shopping trip for many of the young female members who
will be attending the Homecoming Dance on Friday and it has left us stretched
thin.  Still, it really only takes a few of us to present the club's
facilities, so I don't believe that you'll be inconvenienced at all."  She
waved the couple into the study.  "My name is Candace, and I'll be your
guide."  She waved them into chairs and asked, "Can I get you any
refreshments?  We have tea and coffee and bottled water and several varieties
of soda, including diet..."

	"No beer?" Ron asked.

	"Not at this time," Candace replied.  "Since the priority is on our
younger members, we don't keep alcohol on the premises, in order to avoid
temptation.  We may change this at some point, but for now it seems to be the
right thing to do."  She waved at a small bar with a refrigerator and coffee
pot.  No one seemed interested.

	"What is the purpose of this club?" Noreen asked.

	"In general, it is to provide the members with social opportunities
that they generally would not have," Candace replied smoothly.  "There are
several ways in which we accomplish this, one of which is acting as a sort of
unofficial booster club for the sports teams.  We provide a place for the
team and their young ladies to blow off steam after a game without concerns
over exposing them to drugs and alcohol."

	"How 'social' is this?" Arlene probed.  "My son apparently met a girl
at one of those parties and is in a most unusual relationship..."

	"We offer opportunities to interact in ways that are sometimes
anonymous and sometimes similar to games, I guess," Candace replied, "and we
provide experiences unavailable to the general public."

	"My daughter met a very nice young man at one of those parties,"
Noreen interjected, "but I don't know much in the way of the details."

	Candace pursed her lips.  "Do you remember high school dances?  Were
either of you in that select group of girls who had their pick of virtually
every boy in the place?  No?  I thought not -- few are.  Young people judge
their peers with their eyes, first and foremost.  It's a mistake that many of
us never break ourselves of.  Let us suppose that you went to a dance where
everyone wore a blindfold, or the dance was conducted in pitch darkness --
other senses would come into play, wouldn't they?  This is a somewhat
hypothetical example of something we might do.  We attempt to put males and
females together under anonymous circumstances, and we work around mere
looks, one way or another.  One of our little rules is that should a boy and
girl seem to click, the price the boy must pay to discover the identity of
the girl is two public dates with that girl -- not back-alley assignations,
but a trip to a public place where they can be seen together by their peers.
Since many of our younger male members are on the sports teams, this elevates
the girl to some visibility for the general male population, making them more
of interest, at the very least.  Thus far, however, many of the pairings that
have come out of our little parties have lasted past the obligatory two
dates."  She eyed Arlene.  "In Bobby's case, I know that he tested several
young ladies -- but Trish was his ultimate choice."  She glanced around, not
wanting to be buttonholed too often.  "Let's take a walk -- I'd like to show
you the facilities."

	Everyone got up and she led them out to the main parlor.  "The first
floor is a collection of public areas -- usually for invited guests, but we
may open the doors to just about anyone on occasion.  Members double as staff
-- we have no employees who are not full members.  There are several reasons
for this, including our requirements for non-disclosure of membership
activities.  We want everyone to feel safe and comfortable here.  We have a
doctor and two nurses on staff."  She led them into the dining area, adding,
"We also plan to initiate dining for members and cater parties -- our kitchen
manager is employed at a well-thought-of restaurant in town specializing in
Oriental cuisine."  She opened a couple of doors for rooms in the front.  "As
you can see, we provide spaces for games and entertainment..."  Candace waved
at the hallway, indicating several doors off it without opening any doors to
rooms with beds in them, "The staff lives on this floor and the security
office is also located along this hallway."

	"Security?" Ron asked.

	"We monitor the public spaces," Candace replied.  "We try to be
unobtrusive, but it is for everyone's protection."  'We also monitor every
OTHER space,' she added to herself, while leading them down the hallway to
the side stairs, where Toby waited.  "The second and third floors are members
only.  I'm sure you were offered the use of some of the spa services, so it
makes sense to go ahead and segregate by sex while we go through the changing
rooms.  Gentlemen, if you would follow Toby, he'll get you settled..."  Toby
gestured and Ron and Robert followed him toward the Men's Changing Rooms.

	Candace led her charges into the Women's Changing Room and announced
blithely, "Now, if you'll remove your clothing and step into the showers
momentarily..."

	Arlene blinked.  "Everything?"  She looked around; Noreen was looking
mildly confused, but following Iris' lead -- and Candace was undressing also,
apparently unperturbed.

	"Yes, Honey," Candace replied mildly.  "Health regulations.  The
uniform of the day on the member's floors is always nudity.  We separate the
groups primarily so you won't feel that you're providing the boys with a
striptease.  There are towels..."  She pointed negligently at a stack of
fluffy white towels.

	"Always?" Noreen murmured.  "Doesn't that lead to...?"

	"Sex?" Candace finished for her.  "Let's get undressed and a little
wet and squeaky and we'll come back in here for some candid questions and
answers, all right?"

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	Meanwhile, Toby led Ron and Robert to Lon by leading them through the
unisex bath, down the stairs past the steam and sauna areas and the Jacuzzi
and out a side gate in the privacy fence that protected the pool area and on
to the carriage house.  Once there, he stopped.  "Okay, is either of you
unaware that this is a sex club?"

	Ron grunted.  "No."

	"Good.  The club offers a selection of male and female members
between thirteen and forty at this point, in all shapes, sizes and colors.
We have a small fetish community, also.  The women are being led to this
gradually, but I think we can be candid with one another, can't we?"  Toby
smiled crookedly.

	Ron looked at Robert.  "Yeah."

	"We value our security, and for that reason, we conduct an initiation
-- one that provides us with blackmail material.  We'll be moving straight to
yours without much in the way of further ado.  We're pleased to have some
more older male members -- we've had limitations in this area.  I'm going to
leave you with Lon, here, who can give you the briefing and answer questions,
because I need to be orchestrating the female induction, which is more of a
seduction than an induction, if you get my meaning."  Toby smiled and the men
smiled back.  "Ron, you may want to hang out after your initiation, because
several members of our little fetish community are going to meet here to talk
about dungeon design -- and I'm going to want to talk to you about an
upcoming project you may be interested in.  Robert, I'll come back and
collect you and hook you up with a place to watch us handle Arlene."  The men
nodded.

	"Does either of you not know what is on tap for your initiation?"
Toby asked, then made the question rhetorical by continuing, "You'll be
meeting our youngest female member, a thirteen-year-old black girl named
Brie.  She sucks cock, and loves it -- she's a regular cum-vampire.  You're
not exploiting her -- it's almost the reverse.  If you're uncomfortable about
it, just talk to her and you'll see what I mean.  She's not, um, currently
available for other acts, although I understand that she and a boy her own
age have broken the barrier, if you know what I mean.  We'll be collecting
video -- and that video's sole purpose is to ensure your silence about what
goes on here at the club."  Toby paused for a moment, then went on, "Despite
what will go on tonight, what I would call real pedophilia is not a service
of the club.  Brie is an exception -- one she forced on us herself, I might
add.  Technical pedophilia -- meaning boys in their late teens and women in
their thirties and adult males and girls at or just under eighteen -- goes on
all the time.  The law is patently ridiculous regarding this, which is one
reason why we have to employ a cloak of secrecy here.  I'll let Lon answer
further questions on this, but have you ever REALLY met a teenage boy who
would be outraged and claim he was raped if an older woman offered him sex?"
That got chuckles.  "Okay, I'm leaving you in Lon's capable hands.  Good
luck!  Enjoy yourselves!"  Toby turned and headed off rapidly.

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	Toby returned to the control room just as Candace was preparing to
move on to the next phase of things.  Everyone was either drying or had
already wrapped a towel around themselves when Candace waved the women onto
benches in the changing room.  "All right -- back to your questions.  Honey,
is Donna having sex with Mac?" she asked Noreen.

	"Is she!" Noreen exclaimed.

	"Is Bobby having sex with Trish?" Candace asked Arlene.

	"Well, I don't KNOW..." Arlene temporized.

	"Sure you do, Honey -- let's not kid ourselves.  They're doing it --
and it started here.  Sex is a 'social interaction' -- and we practice it
here.  The club provides an atmosphere and an environment where young men and
women can learn about sex and gain experience and tools which improve their
confidence and make them better prepared for the challenges of school and
work and life and relationships."

	"You're kidding, right?" Arlene gasped.

	"Absolutely not!" Candace replied.  "How did you learn about sex?  In
the back seat of a car?  Or did someone trick you or seduce you in some
manner?  Did you go in with your eyes open, or did you get lulled into the
belief that what you were doing was okay, then suddenly got surprised?"
Arlene suddenly blushed a fiery red, so Candace, triggered by Toby, added,
"Maybe by someone you loved and trusted?"  Arlene's eyes bulged.  Noreen
looked uncomfortable, but Arlene couldn't seem to breathe!  Toby, watching
them on the monitor, had no problem linking with Arlene -- and the word
'DADDY!' seemed to literally hang in the air over her head!

	"I see I have your attention," Candace noted, smiling crookedly.
"Young men are prone to premature ejaculation -- and most don't realize that
there are ways to handle it, from a preparatory blowjob to take the edge off
to just riding through it and continuing the sex act.  Women our age know how
to handle such things -- and we have the sexual capacity and the patience to
bring them through their first several sex acts, teaching them about
themselves and about girls and bringing them experience and confidence.  Too
many girls have a miserable first experience because their partner knows no
more about what he's doing than they do -- but that doesn't happen here,
because we try not to turn boys loose on a young virgin female until they
have to tools to make it enjoyable."

	"So older women have sex with young men here," Noreen mused, her
voice shaky.

	"Yes, regularly.  Right now, the football team tends to show up
almost in its entirety to the Friday night after-game parties -- and they get
serviced, one way or another.  Many of them have girlfriends at this
point..."

	"How does THAT happen?" Noreen asked.

	Candace smiled.  "I'm translating that to 'How on Earth did Donna
collect Mac?'  Remember when we talked about how things happen at dances?
Many of our hookups just wouldn't happen at a normal social function, but we
offer brave -- or desperate, if you prefer -- volunteer females an
opportunity to learn a few things in an anonymous environment and then
present themselves -- naked -- to a selection of arguably popular boys.  We
don't coerce, at this point, although we have at one time or another.  I'll
be showing you some of the methods that the club uses to maintain anonymity
of volunteers.  Basically, though, even if a boy were to know EXACTLY who he
was dealing with, if he were to besmirch her reputation outside the club, we
would not only expel him, we would see to it that he was embarrassed and
discredited.  Boys don't want that -- they want their sex, hot and regular,
and if all they have to do to get it is keep their mouths shut..."  Candace
shrugged, then rose from the bench.  "I think it's time we moved on.  Put
these on..."  She handed out mask hoods, the cloth type that covered the head
to nose level.  "This is one method we use for preserving anonymity.
Actually, nudity is another; let's say you run into a boy in the hallway,
Arlene.  Even if you were NOT wearing a mask, the boy would be able to
describe your breasts and your pubes in great detail, but your face?  He
would be vague about it.  You KNOW this is true, if you think about it -- how
many times have you caught a man talking to your tits?"

	Everybody laughed, some with evident relief.

	"Come, let's continue our tour..."  Candace got up and swayed out,
her towel over her shoulder, not bothering to cover up.

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