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Chapter 51



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 51 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 rom MF oral ir mM anal D/s

Chapter 51

	Mrs. Carmody eyed the group from the doorway.  She could smell the
cigarette smoke, but no one was holding one and there were none in evidence.
The Wilson boy and the Ruiz girl were parked on a picnic table, but he was up
on the table top and she was on the bench.  Was her makeup mussed?  Mrs.
Carmody circled to check.  "What's this?"

	The Wilson boy said nothing; Carmela said, "Nothing.  I'm fine.
Good, in fact."

	Mrs. Carmody glared at Chuck, but Carmela burst out, "Haven't you
ever cried because you were happy?"  Mrs. Carmody sighed, pursed her lips,
nodded, and departed, throwing over her shoulder, "You two are on thin ice --
football, or no football."  The door closed behind her.

	There were chuckles and someone said, "Dude -- I mean, Carmela?  No
offense, but..."

	Chuck replied, "Who are YOU dating, now that Cindy Simpson's taken?"
That got a laugh.  Cindy was there, actually, with Tyrone Baker -- and her
days of holding court at school were clearly over.  The furor over Cindy and
Beverly and their new boyfriends wasn't EVEN over...  "You want a piece of
advice?" he added, "Don't pick a chick with just your eyeballs.  Think about
what you WANT..."

	Carmela tugged his hand.  "What do YOU want?"

	Chuck looked down at her and puffed out a sigh.  "Are we there?  Are
we at the place where we can be completely honest with one another?  Or are
we still negotiating?"

	"I don't understand."

	Chuck looked around.  "Even this is too public.  Do you want to dance
some more?  We can talk about this later..."

	"I can't dance the way I want to dance..." Carmela held Chuck's eyes,
leaving Chuck wondering, 'Is she saying what I THINK she's saying?'

	"Did you bring a coat?  Who did you come with?" Chuck asked.

	"Yes.  Isobel.  Would I need money?"

	"No."  'If I take her to eat, I can pay.  If I take her to the club,
it's free...'  "Let's go tell Isobel," Chuck suggested.

	"Okay."  Carmela was happy to follow him wherever he led at this
point.  She took his hand and followed him inside.

	Isobel was at their table, talking animatedly with Rick DeMeter, a
senior they both knew.  "Isobel, I'm leaving with Chuck," Carmela announced.

	"Oh?"  Isobel didn't have to SAY anything -- her look said it all.

	"Mrs. Carmody doesn't like the way we dance," Chuck interjected.
"She's about to run us out anyway, so..."

	"I see."  Isobel turned to Carmela, "Do you need anything?  Your
makeup is, well..."

	"I should probably fix it," Carmela replied, adding, "I got angry
over the harassment."  She turned to Chuck.  "Will you wait?"

	"Sure."  Chuck settled in at the table.  He and Rick passed a couple
of words, but they were both preoccupied with their plans for the rest of the
evening and fellow travelers, but not friends.

	In the bathroom, Isobel asked, "What's going on?"

	"Nothing," Carmela replied.  "Chuck is right -- Mrs. Carmody is
harassing us.  I want to go somewhere else.  How are you doing with Rick?"

	"He's nice."

	"So is Chuck."

	"He's very busy with his hands," Isobel observed.

	"You seemed to enjoy it when you danced with him," Carmela replied
blandly, re-doing her eye makeup, "I do, too.  I don't get touched that
much."

	"He probably wants sex."

	"And Rick doesn't?"  Carmela laughed.  "I'll come up with something."

	"You won't, either!" Isobel accused.  "You'll sleep with him!"

	Carmela sighed.  "Isobel..."

	"Well?  Am I right?"

	"He's saying all the right things...  You make it sound like a fate
worse than death!"

	"They ALL say the right things!" Isobel retorted.

	"No, I mean the REAL right things!" Carmela insisted.  "I mean he is
answering questions like he's taking me seriously, not like, 'Yeah, Baby,
anything you want to hear!'  I mean he wants to TALK!"

	"Oh!"  Isobel blinked.  "Really?"

	"Really!"

	"Still, this is your golden treasure we're talking about," Isobel
mused.

	'No, it isn't,' Carmela thought.  "Golden treasures are overpriced
these days.  Boys want to know what they're getting into BEFORE their wedding
night.  Besides, I think Chuck has seen a couple.  He more or less TOLD me
that he's not into collecting them for sport."

	Isobel cocked her head.  "Then you ARE talking."

	"Yes."

	"Do you want your wallet?  You still might need cab fare..."  'Things
can still go wrong, Girlfriend...' Isobel added to herself.

	"Please?"

	"Okay, what's another couple of minutes?  Are you ready?"

	"Ready."  The girls headed straight out to Isobel's car, collected
Carmela's wallet, and returned, putting up with the usual hassles at the
door.  The boys, fortunately, never noticed, since they'd have both been
unhappy to see the pair leave the building.

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	Alonzo and Tina were dancing again -- slow dancing, and not fooling
around.  Tina was there to enjoy herself and was molding herself to Alonzo
and letting him lead, knowing that he could carry her if he wanted to.
Alonzo was pleased; he really had no idea what he'd done, but he knew it had
worked.  The outlook on the sexual front wasn't clear, but 'serious
girlfriend' seemed to be a lock.  Sex would come later, if his luck held --
and not a lot later, either.  Alonzo was a patient guy; he could wait and do
it right...

	But he wasn't going to have to.  Alonzo had been on Tina's short list
for over a year -- and he'd blown her out of the water, earlier.  If they'd
been at a dance club, she'd have taken both of his hands and put them on her
ass and let him squeeze -- he said he liked it, and he was the FIRST to ever
say so, and she was overjoyed that SOMEBODY did.  Having it be him that made
the comment made things perfect...  Did she want to make out?  Oh, HELL yeah!
What little they'd gotten in before that old harpy appeared to break them up
had been Heavenly!  Sherry would say things, but Sherry was a product of her
upbringing -- her daddy was a serious racist.  Tina wasn't totally
colorblind, but Alonzo was exotic and a romantic and, well, just hot!  Tina
was trying like Hell to figure out where they could go to make out...  She
couldn't go home and she couldn't go to Sherry's with a boy and it was a good
bet that Alonzo couldn't take her home.  It was going to be midnight soon,
and the dance would be over...

	Alonzo noticed her preoccupation.  "What's up?"

	"I want to be with you."

	"What?"

	Tina grimaced.  "Not like that."  'Yes, like that, but I can't SAY
that!'  "You know, to kiss and stuff."

	"Oh."  Alonzo got a look.  "I probably know a place.  A nice place."

	Tina smiled up at him, pleased that he would clarify things right
away regarding whether he meant somewhere decent or the back seat of his car.
"Really?"

	"I'm pretty sure...  After this dance, let me ask somebody, but I
think so."

	"Okay."

	"Do you want to go for a late dinner or something after the dance?
The guys might be pulling something together..."

	"Oh?"

	"Yeah.  We don't HAVE to, but I thought it might be nice.  When are
you due home?"

	"When I get there," Tina replied.  "Momma will probably call me on my
cell to see if I went to Sherry's to crash or what."

	"Okay."  Alonzo wasn't sure what Tina's mother was going to think of
her being out with him, but now that he thought of it, she'd been out late
with a crowd of guys before...

	The dance ended and Alonzo led Tina over to the main team cluster.
Everybody was there -- especially the couples who were already hooked up.
"Hey, is the club open?" Alonzo asked.

	"Not for the usual party," Toby replied, waving at the dance going on
around them, "but the first floor is open all night for non-members and the
others are basically ALWAYS open for members -- usual rules -- and I've asked
for the kitchen to be open tomorrow morning for a brunch."  Toby took one
look at Tina, assessed her, and knew more about what was going to happen than
Alonzo did.  "There should be several rooms..."

	Alonzo nodded.  "What about food?  Is anyone going anywhere for a
late-night meal after this?"

	Damian looked thoughtful.  "That all-night diner on Newbury Street is
on the way, and it's pretty big, being a chain diner..."

	Mac nodded.  "We could hit that place up, as an option.  I know a lot
of you guys are going home, but..."  Several existing couples had no issues
with parental discomfort -- his included, since Thursday.  "Hey, Tina," he
acknowledged Alonzo's date.  Tina nodded back.

	Frank sat back his eyes hooded.  "Pa's at the club, anyway, I think
-- said he might hang out with Abby."  He grinned, eyeing Miriam.  "We might
play in the basement."

	"Hey, let me know," Alonzo pressed.  "I'm probably gonna take Tina to
the club and hang out, but we could have a bite first.  I didn't eat before
the game."

	Clint glanced around.  "Let's plan on it."  He got nods from various
people close by.

	"Hey, have you seen Chuck?" Alonzo asked.  "I saw him with Carmela
Ruiz..."

	"Carmela?" Bonita blurted, surprised.  "Really?"

	"Yeah..."  Alonzo clearly didn't see any reason to be shocked.

	"He isn't going to just..." Bonita shut up.  Carmela was a friend...

	"I don't think so," Alonzo said judiciously.  "Isn't that..."  He
looked off to where Carmela and Chuck were standing up from a table.

	"Mi amor..."  Bonita looked up at Terence.

	"Uh, excuse us..."  Terence got up and followed his diminutive
girlfriend, who was making good time across the room despite short legs.

	Bonita caught the couple halfway to the door, buttonholing Chuck
directly, "Chuck, may I speak to you?"

	Chuck looked down at Bonita, surprised, then took in Terence.  "Sure.
One moment, Carmela?  I'll be right there..."  But Carmela was stopped, too,
of course.

	"Chuck, what are your... intentions... toward my friend?" Bonita
asked.

	Chuck frowned.  "We've, uh, hit it off.  It's a negotiation, but I
don't think you'd disapprove."

	"Carmela is... fragile.  You could hurt her, if..." Bonita said
hesitantly.

	Chuck chewed his lip.  "That isn't a surprise, actually.  Maybe I
ought to be clear -- I'm not planning a one-nighter."

	"Okay.  I'm sorry."  Bonita backed off.

	"You were concerned for your friend.  I'm glad she has friends who
worry," Chuck replied.

	"We're talkin' about going to that all-night diner on Newbury after
this," Terence noted.

	"Yeah?  Is the club open?" Chuck asked.

	"All night.  You'll have to stay on the first floor..." Terence
noted.  "Second floor, usual member rules."

	"Yeah?  Okay."

	"Oh, yeah -- gonna be a brunch in the morning for the all-nighters,"
Terence added.  "We'll probably do the club, but we'll be upstairs."

	"So, first floor is...?" Chuck asked for confirmation.

	"Clothes.  No mask.  Should be plenty of open rooms on the first
floor, since most everyone on the team is a member," Terence replied.

	"Bonita..."  Carmela had run out of patience and was approaching the
trio, wondering what they were up to and how it would impact her upcoming
conversation with Chuck.

	"It's okay," Bonita replied, "I'm sorry I stopped you."

	"I'm not," Chuck replied.  The conversation had opened up some
options.  "We'll probably see you at the diner."  He turned and took
Carmela's hand.

	"What was that?" Carmela asked.

	"You have good friends.  Bonita worries," Chuck replied.  "There's a
get-together after the dance we may want to go to."

	"Okay."  That wasn't everything, she figured, but maybe it didn't
matter.

	Chuck led her to the coat check and on outside.  "For now, I think we
can do my car," he told her, "since we're just talking."

	"Okay."  Carmela followed Chuck's lead.  Chuck led her out to his car
and seated her and got into the driver's seat -- but made no move to go
anywhere.  "So where were we?"

	"We were talking about negotiating -- and being honest with one
another."  Somehow, it seemed more ominous now.

	"Yeah."  Chuck nodded.  "You were asking me what I wanted.  I'm not
sure I even know.  I know I like you..."

	"You do?"

	"Sure."

	"I'm not sure why I'm here.  I looked at myself in the mirror in the
bathroom and nothing has changed..." Carmela mused.

	"Okay, you're wondering why I stuck myself in front of you tonight."

	"Yes."

	"Guys like to dance, too, you know."

	"Isobel likes to dance..." Carmela ventured.

	"Yes, she does -- and I gave her a shot.  But there was no...
chemistry.  I like the way you feel..."

	"I feel like something large," Carmela replied, "An elephant, maybe."

	"You're a lot softer than an elephant," Chuck replied, grinning, "but
you're not... squishy, I guess.  You don't seem to mind being touched..."

	'I CRAVE it!' she thought, 'Can I say that?  No.'  She compromised
with, "It doesn't happen much."

	Chuck grinned some more.  "Nobody rushes out to feel me up, either.
Guys don't get that."

	"I'm... big..." Carmela ventured.

	"You wouldn't be the first big girl I ever went out with," Chuck
replied.

	"Oh?  Who else...?"

	"I would want to ask her before I told anyone, but there is one."

	"I'm not beautiful."

	"You're not ugly, either."

	Carmela dropped back to punt.  "You said you must know what you
want..."

	Chuck sighed.  "I used to date a girl who was decorative.  She
thought that was enough.  I didn't.  Lately, I've had my nose rubbed in the
fact again and again that there are other things -- looks aren't the whole
enchilada."

	"So, what other things...?"

	"We're still negotiating, so I can't just come out with some of them,
but a real interest in me would be a start.  Some caring.  I don't think I
ever really kissed that other girl -- she just hung herself off me and
pretended to be interested -- in public.  In private, I might as well have
been made of cardboard."  He decided it was time to press back.  "What about
you?"

	Carmela shrugged.  "There is the mistress and the girlfriend and the
estupido who is less than either of the others.  I would prefer not to be the
estupido."

	"Can you elaborate?"  Chuck was confused.

	"The mistress is clandestine, but she is well-treated and receives
gifts.  In the end, perhaps, it is mostly sex.  The girlfriend is
acknowledged and seen and out in the open.  The estupido is hidden and told
lies and is only there for the sex," Carmela explained.

	"Um.  Okay, we're looking at girlfriend, here," Chuck grunted.

	"We haven't talked about the sex," Carmela insisted.

	"I'd been trying to avoid it," Chuck rasped.  "Okay, you first."

	"No."  Carmela folded her arms.  "YOU first!"

	Chuck sighed, eyeing her.  "Okay, I'm a guy.  The sex is going to be
important.  If that doesn't work, the rest of it probably won't, either."

	Carmela eyed him.  "When?  How much?"

	"If I'm negotiating, I'd say whenever I want it, starting tonight --
but that's just the starting point.  I know I won't get that."

	"You might -- if I get what I want," Carmela retorted, eyeing him.

	Chuck eyed her in surprise.  "What DO you want?"

	"I want the relationship," Carmela replied.  "It is more than the
sex.  The girlfriend sometimes has the sex and sometimes has the relationship
-- and sometimes she has both.  I would like both.  I want to be able to say,
'This is my man.  I am his woman' -- and not worry that you might not think
so."

	Chuck rubbed his jaw.  "I don't see a problem with that.  Sex and the
relationship are sometimes separate.  Guys seem to understand that better
than girls.  I've had sex without the relationship and a lot of guys I know
have, too -- but most of them are in relationships right now.  It's best when
you have both.  I want both."

	"I would be very jealous!" Carmela announced proudly.

	Chuck was surprised.  "Why?  I thought you wanted to be confident in
our relationship.  If you're confident that you are mine and I am yours, then
there is no need for jealousy."

	Carmela frowned, puzzled.  "In my culture, there is much jealousy.
The men guard their women and the women watch the men, making sure no one
steals them away."

	"That's weird," Chuck mused.  "If I belong to you, I can't be stolen.
I'm not a purse, or money -- I'm a human being.  If I was taken, I would just
come back.  Jealousy implies a lack of trust.  If you don't trust me, then
you have no confidence in our relationship."

	Carmela frowned.  "I will think on this.  It sounds very...
enlightened.  I may not be that enlightened, yet."

	"Well, we have to shake down, yet," Chuck mused.  "For now, there can
be no promises, except for my promise that I'm taking things seriously.  We
could find a hundred reasons why we're incompatible -- but right now I don't
know any."

	"So, are we to be honest now?  Are we done negotiating?" Carmela
asked.

	"Maybe we should recap," Chuck replied thoughtfully, "to make sure
that we each understand what's going on.  We've agreed that, provisionally,
you will be my girlfriend and I'll be your boyfriend.  We have a
relationship, until one of us discovers that there is a reason that we can't
continue.  As of right now, I don't know of any reason why we can't continue,
so I'm entering into the relationship honestly, okay?"

	Carmela nodded gravely.  "I also know of no reason why we may not
have a relationship.  The other issue is the sex, am I right?  If we have the
relationship and the caring, the sex is not a problem -- you can have it
whenever you wish.  It is part of the relationship, is it not?"

	"It should be," Chuck agreed.  "We're not doing it without the
relationship, so it is a part of the relationship.  That works for me."

	Carmela sat back in her seat.  "Now we can be honest, yes?"

	"Yes," Chuck agreed.  "It's how we learn to trust each other.  I have
to admit that I was surprised..."

	"About the sex?" Carmela asked.  "This is why I asked you if the time
for honesty had come.  I am not a virgin, Chuck.  Only you and I and the
person who took my virginity know this.  Not even Isobel knows this.  I offer
you this trust."

	Chuck was rocked!  "So..."

	"I did it and I liked it -- and I would enjoy doing it again,"
Carmela declared.

	"When did you do it last?"

	"It has been several years.  I was young and innocent and just
getting my first monthlies -- before I got big," Carmela related.  "Now...
Well, I have not been in demand for several years."

	"Okay..." Chuck mused.  "I don't feel that it is right to give you
names, but I have had sex with several girls our age who you would know --
and one was a virgin.  I've also had sex with older women -- in fact an older
woman was my first."

	Carmela nodded.  "My first was an older man."  After a moment, she
said, "Now what?"

	"It's, um, a little after eleven," Chuck noted.  "The dance ends at
twelve.  A bunch of the guys and their dates are going to a diner for a
little late-night snack afterwards, then some of them will go on to a place
we go to where we could have some quality time.  How does that sound?  We can
go back in and dance and see if the harpies kick us out, then go to the diner
and the after-party."

	Carmela looked concerned.  "This place -- is it safe?  Are there
drugs or anything?"

	"It's VERY safe," Chuck assured her.  "There are no drugs.  There IS
sex -- and lots of it -- but we can be alone."

	"Really?  That sounds nice.  All right -- let's go inside and dance.
Can we kiss some?"

	"Sure!"  Chuck grinned from ear to ear.  "I plan to get a lot of
practice at that, don't you?"  He handed her out of the car and locked it up.

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	Isobel was surprised.  "I thought you were going?"

	"We just needed to talk," Carmela replied calmly.  "We have come to
an understanding.  Chuck is my boyfriend now."

	"No way!"  Isobel's eyes popped.

	"Way!"  Carmela was extremely pleased with herself -- and showed it.

	Isobel leaned in and shifted to Spanish, "You gave him a blowjob,
right?"

	"No, we just talked.  Sex comes later."  Carmela replied in kind.

	"You are going to do it?"

	"Wouldn't you?"

	"He'll be gone tomorrow!" Isobel predicted.  Chuck, who was standing
right there, frowned, able to pick up the tone of things if not the content.

	"No, Isobel.  You do not understand.  We talked.  We understand one
another.  We shared secrets.  We are building trust.  He will be there,"
Carmela insisted.

	"If you say so."

	Chuck eyed Carmela.  "Okay, I don't like that.  I'll learn Spanish --
but until I do..."

	"Isobel does not believe that you are really my boyfriend," Carmela
replied.

	"I am," Chuck asserted.

	"She thinks I bought you with sex -- that I gave you a blowjob,"
Carmela added.  Isobel hissed in surprise.  "We are building trust!" Carmela
insisted, "I cannot have Chuck wondering what I say about him!"

	"There was no sex," Chuck declared.

	"Yet," Isobel accused.

	"Yet," Chuck agreed.

	"I told her you would be gone in the morning with her treasure,"
Isobel told on herself, rather than having Carmela do it.

	"That won't happen," Chuck declared.  "Hide and watch."  Turning to
Carmela, he changed the subject.  "Let's go dance."

	"Okay!" Carmela gave her girlfriend an 'I told you so!' look and
followed Chuck for a few feet, then tugged on his arm.  "Can I take off these
shoes?"

	"Sure.  Want me to?"

	"Okay!" Carmela plopped in a chair and Chuck squatted to unbuckle the
high heel.  "Look!" she told Isobel, "I am Cinderella!"  Then she stuck out
her tongue!  Chuck laughed.  The shoes took but a moment; in no time, Carmela
was padding after Chuck onto the dance floor.

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	Julio wandered past his brother's room on the way to his own.  It was
Friday night, but after Thursday night he knew he wasn't going to be doing
any better than Kelly for a pure sex standpoint and they were already on for
some time Saturday, so it was stupid to bother.  Kelly was a problem; she was
coercing him and she was as big as a house -- but when they were together, it
was hard to keep these things in mind.  It was like there were two of him...
When he was away from Kelly, he could be angry at her for the entrapment and
disgusted over the physical picture she presented -- but when he was with
her, the entrapment was a reason for them to be together and her looks
weren't a matter for serious concern.  The anger and the concern were slowly
dissipating even when they were apart -- Earlier, he'd have said, "She's a
cow!  I cannot imagine having SEX with her!"  Now, it was, "I'm concerned
about what it will do to my reputation when people find out I'm dating her."
Not 'upset' or 'nauseated', but 'concerned' -- and not 'IF' people find out
but 'WHEN!'  The ground was moving beneath Julio's feet even as he walked on
it...  Julio recognized the problem -- a bird in hand was worth two in the
bush -- or maybe six, for that matter, considering their track record.  The
very fact that he stayed home on a Friday night because he KNEW he wasn't
going to do any better on the street spoke volumes...

	"No, I cannot come," Gabriel said sadly.  "I have no way to get
there..."

	"Problem, my brother?" Julio asked, leaning in through the door.

	Gabriel covered the mouthpiece of the phone.  "It is Lillian.  Luis
is there, with her mother.  Trish is at the Homecoming dance with Bobby
Beckwith.  She... wants me."

	Julio backed out of the doorway and looked up the hall.  Mama and
Papa were beyond worrying about Bonita staying out late with Terence; they
were in their bedroom watching TV.  "Let's go for a ride."

	Gabriel was instantly beside himself!  "I come!" he yelped into the
phone.  "Be ready!"

	Julio beckoned his brother, who rushed to put on shoes.  "Rubbers?"

	"Can we stop on the way?"

	"Eh, never mind."  Julio went down to his room and opened a drawer,
fishing out a string of three rubber packs.  He wasn't using them with
Kelly...  That prompted a thought and he frowned, thinking, 'Should I be?'
Then he shrugged; it was a matter for another day...  Returning up the hall,
he collected his little brother, tossing him the rubbers.  "Use them -- you
two are too young for children."  Then he led Gabriel on out to the car.

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	Lillian opened the door when Gabriel tapped quietly on it, but
surprised Gabriel and Julio by backing into a room where Luis and Phyllis
were on the couch.  Both of them looked at the pair, but neither said
anything; Luis had Phyllis' head in his lap and both hands occupied, one
under her blouse and one extended even further to get in her pants.  The boys
were nowhere to be seen.  Phyllis murmured, "Luis, no..." but her eyes were
glazed and she could not seem to do anything about covering herself.

	"Shhh..." Luis murmured.  Looking up at Julio, he said, "We have a
relationship now -- I won't be sharing."

	Julio flicked a glance at Gabriel and Lillian, who were settling on
the loveseat to neck, and said, "I understand.  I would not have asked,
anyway.  I do have a question, however."

	"Yes?"  Luis sensed that the question was serious and not directly
related to their current activity.  He stopped masturbating Phyllis, but did
not stop toying with her nipple.

	"I, too, have begun dating a large woman.  Do you not worry what your
friends will think?" Julio asked.

	"Hah!  My friends will think that I am being very well taken care of
-- and I am!" Luis snorted.

	"So you would not be embarrassed?"

	Luis pursed his lips.  "Less and less.  What this woman does for me,
I get from nowhere else.  A true friend would be happy for my success at
finding someone who handles my needs so well.  Do you value what you get from
this woman of yours?"

	"Yes."

	"Think on this -- is she replaceable?"

	Julio stood frowning, thinking.  "One has to assume so, but I have
never had a woman do for me what she does -- and I have had many women."

	Luis shrugged.  "I think your question is answered.  If she meets
your needs like none other, why should you worry what others think?  You
don't need them..."

	Julio pursed his lips.  "I have a reputation..."

	"Oh?"  Luis eyed him and smiled.  "If you have a steady woman, you
need no reputation -- you need to keep the woman.  Did you not say that she
meets your needs more fully than any other woman you have had?"

	Phyllis stirred herself, "Luis?"

	"Silence.  Men are talking," Luis admonished her.  "Now I will have
problems, you know.  We should not have discussed such things in her
presence.  Now she will have an inflated opinion of herself and her
importance and I will have to be harsh with her.  Let this be a lesson to
you!" he told Julio.

	Julio grinned down at them.  "I will leave you to your efforts at
recovery, then.  Can you see to it that my little brother returns home
without fanfare in the morning?"

	"I will do what I can," Luis promised solemnly.  Julio nodded and
excused himself.

	Luis looked down at Phyllis and waved a finger.  Phyllis reached up
and caressed his stubbled cheek, "I was good."

	"Perhaps, but I'm not fooled.  This isn't over."  Luis tried to be
stern.

	"We agreed.  You are the man," Phyllis replied, then sat up and threw
her blouse over her head before lying back down in his lap.  "Is this
better?"

	"It is."  Luis ran his hand over Phyllis' bare breasts.  "Why is
nudity now unimportant?"

	"The boys are in bed and they're doing the same things we are,"
Phyllis replied, pointing at her youngest daughter and her boyfriend.  To be
fair, the couple had exercised some caution and no clothing had been
discarded yet...

	Luis just looked at her.

	"Oh, all right!" Phyllis admitted.  "You said nice things.  I was
pleased."

	"So you rewarded me," Luis finished for her.  "I TOLD you this wasn't
over!"  He eyed her.  "Take your pants off, too, then."  Phyllis looked
mildly put-upon for a moment, but shucked out of her stretch pants.  "You
don't punish or reward me with sex," Luis admonished.  "If I catch you, I
will spank you.  Now, take my cock out and give me one of your wonderful
blowjobs."

	"Here?" Phyllis asked.

	"Yes, here.  You started it..."

	Phyllis looked over at Lillian and Gabriel -- but they were in a
clinch, kissing, ignoring her.  They wouldn't be forever, but...  She went to
work unzipping Luis' pants.  When they stopped, Lillian would probably suck
Gabriel, so did it matter, except for a little embarrassment?  And wasn't
that what Luis intended?  Phyllis sucked in Luis' cock and began seeing to
his pleasure.

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	At the clubhouse, Antoine was just accepting Vince's cock as it
opened his anus.  They were in a bedroom, having moved there after the
dungeon visit.  Antoine was amazed at what Vince did down there, once they
were left alone...

	Vince had dug in the toy box and extracted some binders and puzzled
out how they worked, then he looked over at Antoine and said, "This is how
it's going to go.  I'm going to put these on you and then I'm going to fuck
your face.  You don't have shit to say about it -- in fact, I want you to try
to stop me!  In the end, you're gonna know who is the fucking boss -- and
why.  Got it?"  Antoine had nodded, not really sure, and Vince had come after
him.

	Things got clear really fast!  Vince was three inches taller and
thirty or forty pounds heavier and he was stronger and he knew what he was
doing -- and Antoine suddenly realized that he didn't have a chance!  Half-
hearted resistance gave way to all-out effort -- and it merely made the whole
thing sporting, apparently, for Vince, who clearly enjoyed the tussle.
Antoine kept finding himself pinned, one way or another -- and Vince managed,
one at a time, in fits and starts, to buckle the leather restraints onto
Antoine's wrists one by one while Antoine flopped and lurched and tried to
get away.

	When it was over and Antoine's wrists were bound behind him and
attached to a chain dangling from the ceiling, leaving him bent forward
somewhat, Vince asked him, "So who's the master here, you little black
motherfucker?"

	"You are!"  Antoine had no problem with the admission -- in fact, he
was thrilled to death!  Old Hobart talked the talk, and he was a rich
motherfucker, so maybe he was right, after a fashion -- but Vince walked the
walk and it pushed Antoine's hot button -- HARD!

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