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AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY

(C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell

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Chapter 15.

Amber's dodge with her parents appeared to have worked, and I took her
over to the school around four so her mother could pick her up.  I
stayed to chat with her, telling Mrs. Johnson how much Amber had
improved, how much she seemed to be learning now.  Amber's mother was
beaming at me by that point, so she didn't see the evil grin on her
daughter's face.

Cindy called me later that day, trying to tell me in a backhand and
halting fashion how much she had enjoyed the previous night.  Her voice
was still hoarse and weary, but she got the point across.

"I was counting," she said at one point.

"Counting?  You mean the people you were doing?"

"Yes.  I'm not certain, I got a little lost toward the end, but I
counted a hundred and eighty-one.  That includes your three girls."

"Wow.  I didn't think it was that many."

She was quiet a moment.

"Mike," she asked hoarsely.  "Could I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you fuck me?  I think I did everyone at that party except
you."

"I don't like to participate in gangbangs.  I just like to watch them."

"Did . . . did you fuck the girls when you got home?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry.  I should have stayed.  I just thought . . . I thought that
somehow you didn't want me.   That I had disappointed you somehow.  That
was why I just left."

"It's all right.  It wasn't you.  You did great."

"All right.  Thank you for that.  And for everything.  I could never
have done something like that myself.  I'm not brave enough."

"There are other things we could do.  If you enjoy that sort of thing."

"Like what?"

I had gotten this idea the previous night, after watching our jeering
audience.

"Like your entering an amateur strip contest.  There are places we could
all go in Lincoln.  With your tits and piercings, I bet you'd be quite
popular.  You and Amber both.  Odds are you'd get propositioned by some
of the men in the audience afterward.  You might end up fucking some of
them in the alley behind the bar."

 A few moments of silence.

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"Let me talk to Amber.  I'll let you know."

---

I wasn't comfortable calling Amber again that day--I was afraid it might
look suspicious--so I had to wait until she showed up Sunday afternoon.
 I pitched the idea, and she pointed out an immediate problem I hadn't
even considered, though I should have.

"How am I supposed to get in?  I'm only seventeen."

"You don't have a fake I.D. or something?"

"No.  Meredith might, but I don't."

Meredith and Amber looked nothing alike, so that wasn't a solution.

"I wonder if we could scare one up."

"I've heard of people sending away for them," she said, "but that--"

"--would take weeks.  I know.  And there's no telling if the I.D.'s
would even work."

I sat down and thought for a few moments.

"Are you interested in doing this otherwise?  If we can get you in?"

She shrugged, utterly unconcerned.

"Sure.  It would be fun."

My God, had she changed.  This was the girl who, months earlier, had
been shaking like a leaf at the prospect of just getting into my car
with her clothes off.  Now it was, amateur strip contest-- great, let's
go.

"I wonder if Cindy could get you guys inside."

"How?"

"She might be able to talk the bouncer into it, if you know what I
mean."

She pursed her lips to keep from grinning.

"Oh.  You mean--"

"Whatever it took."

"Okay.  Let's do it then."

"It may not work.  It might mean a trip to Lincoln for nothing."

Her eyes got a mischievous glint.

"If he's not interested in her, I bet I could convince him."

I struggled with the primal thrill that shot through my gut when I saw
the look on her face.

"Not yet.  I have something special planned for you."

She fidgeted for a second, then sat down beside me on the couch, pulling
her feet up under her butt.

"Are you going to tell me what's going to happen?  Or is it going to be
a surprise?"

"It's not quite set up yet.  But I'm thinking it will happen in another
week or two."

Her face paled a little.

"Next week?"

"No.  The weekend after next at the soonest."

"So what is it?"

I stared at my hands for a few seconds.  I don't know why I was so
reticent about this--maybe I was afraid that when I finally told her,
she would reject the idea.  But it was probably time.

"It's the Bet," I said softly.

"The bet?"

"_The_ Bet.  With the football team."

She sucked in a little gasp.  "Oh."  Her breathing accelerated.  "Oh."
Her face got a little paler.  "Oh, my God."

She sat there breathing rapidly for a few seconds.

"Do they know about me?"

"No.  They never will.  They don't even know what I'm going to do,
exactly.  Just that if they finish 8-3, I'm going to get them all laid."

"The whole team?"

"No.  Just the defense.  Twenty guys.  No one else knows."

She looked past me at the wall.  She was quiet for about ten seconds.

"I'm going to fuck all of them."

"Well . . . that's the Bet, at least."

"They would have to win the next two games."

"I know."

"The last game is against Carson.  We haven't beaten them in, like, five
years."

"I know."

"What if they don't?"

"I don't know.  I'll figure that out if it happens."

She sat there squirming for a few seconds.

"I need to think about this."

"Do you still want to do it?"

"Well . . . I did . . . as a fantasy, I guess.  This is different.  I
mean, God, some of those guys are my friends.   Or they were, before I
started this thing with you.  I went out with Tommy Nelson a couple of
times in tenth grade."

"It may not happen."

"Part of me wants it to.  But I don't know."

She closed her eyes and clenched her fists a few times.

"I can do it.  I  can do it.  You just need to give me some time to get
used to the idea."

"You have all the time you need."

She took a couple of deep breaths, then relaxed slowly.

"Okay.  What about the strip contest?"

"I'll talk to Cindy.  I'm sure she'll be cooperative."

---

Cindy, as I expected, was receptive to the idea.  "I'll do whatever you
want me to," she told me.  Meredith wanted to come along but was not the
least bit interested in stripping.  Amber, of course, was looking
forward to it.

I called this topless bar in Lincoln that I'd been to once or twice, and
discovered that they still conducted Amateur Night every Tuesday.  Bring
your own outfit and music, topless only, otherwise do what you want.
Twenty-one and over, of course, but we had that problem covered.

Meredith and I helped Amber pick out her outfits Monday afternoon.
Meredith wanted her to do some deranged Catholic Schoolgirl bit, but I
thought that was asking for trouble.  Since she had two dances to do, we
settled on The Farmer's Daughter (cut-off jeans and flannel shirt) and
Trailer Trash Slut (multiple layers of spandex).

Everyone arrived at my place around eight on Tuesday, and we piled into
the car.  Cindy had shown up in what appeared to be her work clothes (a
trim wool-knit suit) until you got a look at her underwear.  I told her
she had to do at least one dance as the Sexy Teacher; the other was up
to her.

The bar was in downtown Lincoln, not far from the adult bookstore we had
visited a few weeks back.  The neighborhood was on the seedy side, with
a vacant lot next to the building and a couple of boarded-up businesses
nearby.

I gave Amber and Meredith some money for the cover charge and told them
to stay put for the moment.  They stayed in the car while Cindy and I
went up to the entrance.

"Just follow my lead," I said quietly.

She nodded, face tight and nervous.

I paid the bouncer, who let us in after checking our I.D.'s.  I asked
him about the strip contest, and he pointed me toward an office in back,
where we were supposed to talk to someone named Steve.

This place was far from being some kind of high-class "gentleman's
club."  I saw about ten or fifteen kids who were almost certainly
students from UNL, and about an equal number of random middle-aged men.
 More than one of them ogled Cindy as we walked toward the back.

There was only one stage, a long narrow platform sticking out into the
main room.  The bar was along the back wall, and in the far corner was
Steve's office.  The door was open and Cindy followed me in.  There I
found a beefy, balding guy in his late forties.

"We're here for the contest," I said.

He looked Cindy over briefly, then shoved a clipboard across the desk
toward her.

"Sign up there.  Entry fee's ten bucks."

As Cindy bent to fill out her spot on the clipboard, I slowly closed the
door.  Steve's eyebrows went up as he saw me do it.

"Actually, I've got a couple of other girls who want to enter, but there
might be a slight problem with them."

He eyed me suspiciously.

"What kind of problem?"

"Let's just say they're not going to be able to show their I.D's at the
door."

He snorted.

"Underage?  No fucking way.  Get out of here."

"My friend here really wants to see them dance.  She'd be willing to do
just about anything to change your mind."

He glanced back and forth between me and Cindy.  I nudged Cindy, and she
began removing her suit.  The nervous agitation in her eyes was at war
with the aroused flush spreading over her neck and chest.  She handed me
her jacket, then slipped out of her skirt.  As I had instructed, she
wore only white stockings and a garter belt under it.  Steve's eyebrows
rose even further when he got a good look at her clit ring.  Cindy
continued disrobing until she was naked except for the stockings,
handing me each item of clothing as it came off.

Steve swallowed hard.  His eyes moved back and forth from Cindy's pussy
to her big DD-cup tits.

"Are you a cop?"

"Would a cop let things get this far?  Nah, I just want my other friends
to have a fair chance to compete tonight."

"What . . . what will she do?"

"Name it."

"Can I fuck her in the ass?"

"Be my guest."

I motioned to Cindy, who moved around behind Steve's desk.  He slid back
in his chair as Cindy dropped to her knees in front of him.  I watched,
more amused than aroused, as she dug out his dick and sucked it into her
mouth.  He groaned, grabbing her head and moving it faster.  Cindy's
tits dipped and swayed as she blew him.

She sucked Steve off for about a minute before he pulled her up and
pushed her toward his desk.  She bent over completely, pushing her ass
out for him, and he struggled to force his cock inside her.  I watched
Cindy grimacing as he began to fuck her, but she wasn't fooling me.  I
could smell the scent of her wet pussy even across the room.

Both of them began grunting and moaning as Steve fucked her roughly,
making her big tits pancake on his desk.  He reached around for them at
one point, squishing and manhandling her.  Cindy didn't seem to mind.
She shoved a hand underneath herself and began masturbating rapidly.
She let out a cry of release just as Steve dumped his load in her guts.
 He pulled out with a "pop" and fell back into his chair.

"Shit.  Shit," he gasped.

I saw a box of tissues on the desk and handed them to Cindy.  She
cleaned herself up and got dressed quickly.

"So do we have a deal?"

"Uh.  Uh.  Yeah.  Hold on a second."

He pulled up his pants and motioned for me to follow him.  We went out
to the front door.

"Where are they?"

I leaned outside and put my fingers to my mouth, whistling for Amber and
Meredith.  They emerged from my car and came walking up the sidewalk.

"Fuck," Steve muttered.  Then he turned to the bouncer.  "Don't card
these two."

The bouncer's eyes swelled.

"What?"

"Don't card them.  Just let them in."

"Uh . . ." He looked back and forth between me and Steve.  "Okay."

The girls reached the door and paid the cover.  Amber gave the bouncer a
flirty smile and took my arm.  Meredith just grinned.

Steve stared angrily at the floor as we entered the bar.

"They do anything stupid, it's your ass, not mine."

"They'll be fine."

"They don't drink.  Just strip."

"They're not here to drink."

Shaking his head, he returned to his office, where Amber signed in for
the contest as well.  After that, she and Cindy had to go into the back
to get ready with the other girls, and Meredith and I took a table near
the stage.  She kept looking around, more intrigued than nervous.

"This is pretty sleazy."

"It's a topless bar.  What do you expect?"

The waitress came by, and I ordered a beer for myself and Diet Coke for
Meredith.  We watched the regular girls finishing their sets before the
contest, and no one paid us much attention.

Finally, at 10:30, the DJ announced that it was time for the Amateur
Contest, which provoked a round of cheering from the college boys.
There were only three other contestants besides Amber and Cindy.  The
first two looked to be girls from the university, reasonably cute and
reasonably good dancers, but the first girl had really droopy tits, and
the second girl was sporting a bad blonde dye job.  Neither one get much
of a reaction from the crowd.

Then came Cindy.  She started nervously and tentatively, like she was
trying to pretend to be a dancer instead of just dance.  She lost her
jacket, then her skirt, and at this point, the college boys began to
realize just how big her tits were.  When she unbuttoned her blouse,
leaving herself down to white bra, panties and stockings, some of them
jumped up and started hooting and pumping their fists.

By now, she seemed to be getting into it--more than into it, in fact.  I
could see the familiar flush of arousal on her chest, and her movements
were more natural.  She began teasing the crowd with her bra, playing
with her tits, and only when the college kids were thoroughly riled up
did she finally expose herself.  They cheered at the sight of her big
tits, and then cheered again as she held them up by her nipple rings.
She spent the rest of the dance bouncing around, bending over, and
otherwise getting as much mileage out of her bustline as she could.

While the rest of the men were watching Cindy's tits, I was watching the
white satin panties I had specifically told her to wear.  The first spot
of wetness over her pussy appeared about two-thirds of the way through,
and by the end of her song, it was about the size of a quarter.  I
couldn't have been the only person to see it.  She left the stage to
considerable cheering.

The fourth girl appeared to be yet another college student, and she was
the most disappointing of all--small tits and bulges of fat around her
panties, although she could still dance fairly well.  She got a little
attention, but not much.

Knowing Amber was next, my heart began beating faster in my chest.
Meredith nudged me, and I saw her grinning.

"Nervous?"

"A little."

She laughed a little and turned back toward the stage.

Amber had picked out a fast, funky dance tune to do her first set, and
she came strutting right out as soon as it started.  I could see the
other men in the bar reacting to her apparent youth, and several of the
older men whispering something to each other.

Amber was far more modestly endowed than Cindy, but she was also--if I
may say so--the prettiest of the bunch tonight.  Furthermore, she was
more into this than I would ever have expected.  She was in her Farmer's
Daughter outfit, and she began swaying with the music while she gripped
the waist of her cut-offs, running her hands up and down between her
legs, and pinching her nipples through her blouse.  She unbuttoned it
about halfway but kept it on, did a spin around the pole, then bent over
so far that the crotch of her cut-offs almost split her labia.

"Wow," Meredith said.  I glanced at her quickly, seeing a look of
amazement on her face.

Amber wriggled out of her cut-offs, exposing a pair of thong panties
that were probably too skimpy for this venue.  Lincoln had strict rules
about exotic dancing, and one of them required "full bottoms," that is,
not exposing anywhere near as much butt as Amber was now doing.

No one seemed to mind.  The college kids were getting riled up again as
Amber licked her lips and pressed her middle finger against her pussy,
pumping it rhythmically toward them.  Then she threw off her blouse,
exposing her tits and the gold chain connecting her nipple rings.  She
licked the tips of her index fingers and, in unison, used them to tease
her nipples into erection as the college kids cheered.

My cock was so hard I couldn't move.  The slightest friction would have
me squirting off in my pants.  This was not Amber, at least not the
Amber I had known up to now.  I didn't know who she was, this shameless
sexpot up on the stage.

She continued in that vein until the song ended.  Then she waved to the
crowd, collected her clothes, and left to an even bigger ovation than
Cindy had generated.

The second round of dances began, and it became clear that the crowd was
no longer interested in the other three girls.  More than one of the
guys yelled for the DJ to bring Amber or Cindy back right away.

Getting the message, they sent the other three girls out first.
Finally, when it was Cindy's turn, the college kids jumped up and
cheered.  She emerged from the back in an orange string bikini, and
again gave the crowd as much of her tits as they wanted.  Her top came
off at once, and I could tell she had shed her nervousness entirely.  As
before, I watched her bottoms, and she was wet almost immediately.  When
she bent over at the waist toward the end of her song, everyone in the
bar had to see it.

"I can't believe she teaches at my school," Meredith said.

"No kidding."

"She's like, somebody else tonight."

"Her and Amber."

She nodded, still amazed.

Amber's dance was the last of the night, and she emerged in her Trailer
Trash spandex, miniskirt and multiple bra tops.  In contrast to her
first song, this one was slow and rhythmic, with a lot of heavy bass.
She writhed to the center of the stage, and then--there was no other way
to put this--proceeded to make love to herself in front of the entire
bar.

She began by massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples through the
spandex until they were standing out like peanuts under the fabric.
Then she slowly worked the miniskirt down, exposing another thong.  One
hand covered her pussy, the other her breasts, and she rubbed herself
slowly and smoothly in time with the music.  The hand on her crotch came
up, she sucked her middle finger in and out of her mouth several times,
then returned to it spot between her thighs.

The first bra top came off, then the second.  She lowered herself slowly
to the stage and lay on her back, pulling on her nipple rings until her
tits were stretched out away from her chest.  She slid a hand down, and
began rubbing herself again, only this time she humped her hips up at
the air as she did it.  She kept that up until the end of the song, and
by then the entire crotch of her panties was soaked through. When she
was done, the entire clump of kids from UNL jumped up and howled in
approval.

I glanced at Meredith, who sat there pale-faced.  I took her hand and
squeezed it.  She finally shook her head in shock as Amber left the
stage.

"Jesus."

"I know," I said weakly.

The DJ brought all five girls back out on stage, all of them still
topless.  He made a half-hearted attempt to present the other three, but
the college boys jeered and called for Cindy and Amber.  When Cindy came
up, about half of them jumped up to cheer.  Cindy beamed, blushing, and
looked toward Meredith and me.  I waved toward her.  Then came Amber.
The rest of the college kids cheered for her, but so did the rest of the
bar, including, of course, Meredith and myself.  She was sporting a
mile-wide grin and not a trace of nervousness.

The DJ moved the other three to the back and presented Cindy and Amber
again.  He had the customers vote a couple of times, and Amber finally
won by about 60-40.  She took a big bow and teased her nipple rings one
last time.  Then the DJ passed out the cash for first and second place
and led the girls off the stage.

Amber came bouncing out of the back after about a minute and gave me a
big hug.

"Did you like that?"

"I'm still in shock.  I didn't know you had that in you."

"It was fun.  I had a blast."

"We could tell," Meredith said.  "Jesus, girl."

"Too slutty?"

"Over the edge.  I swear."

Amber gave us an evil grin.

"Good."

I saw Cindy coming out, and as she approached, I could sense some
embarrassment in her.  Amber stroked her arm rapidly.

"You did pretty good."

"Thanks.  Congratulations."

I led my little harem out the car, and we headed for home.  Amber teased
me most of the way back, knowing I was sporting a major woody.  It was
late by the time we got back, so I sent them all home after letting
Amber and Cindy give me a quick blow job.

---

We won again that Friday, taking the team to 7-3 and setting up a
season-ending contest against Kit Carson High School a few towns over.
We hadn't beaten them in years, as Amber said, and I had my doubts this
year too, even though we were playing them at home.  They were 8-2, and
this game would determine who represented our conference in the regional
playoffs.  Amber and I knew what this game also meant, as did my charges
on the defense.  With that in mind, she and Meredith came with me that
Friday to watch the game.

It started out well enough, with our defense stopping Carson on the
first drive after one first down.  They punted, and our offense took
over.  Unfortunately, they could do nothing, and the drive ended after
two consecutive sacks.

So it went for the rest of the first quarter.  Neither team could do
anything on offense, and we ended the first fifteen minutes with a
scoreless tie.  The second quarter began with our team finally putting
together a drive, moving sixty yards up the field on simple smash-mouth
runs up the middle.  We got down to the fifteen-yard-line, and I could
feel something starting to happen.  I looked up in the stands for Amber,
seeing her sitting with Meredith about four rows up from the field.  She
gave me a quick grin and a thumbs-up.

Two plays got us nowhere.  On third down, Coach Everett sent in a run
around the left side, and our tailback broke through the line.  He raced
down toward the end zone, and at the five yard line, the Carson safety
caught up to him.  I and everyone else on our side of the field then
watched in horror as he poked the ball out from the tailback's grip.  It
went flying out of his arms, bounced over the goal line, then out of
bounds for a touchback.  Various groans and cries of disgust filled the
air around me as the Carson players and fans cheered wildly.

Carson took over at the twenty yard line, and the turnover seemed to
have knocked the wind out of our guys.  Carson moved quickly across
midfield.  When that play was over, I waved Tommy Nelson over to the
sidelines.  He ran over as quickly as he could.

"Come on!  You guys have got to get your shit together!  This is going
to be a low-scoring game, and we can't afford to let them get anything!"

"We're trying, Coach, we're trying."

"Tell James and Alan to stop waiting for the blocks.  We've got to keep
that line closed before they get at us."

I smacked him on the butt and sent him back in.  Carson got down to the
thirty-yard-line on the next two plays, then we were finally able to
stop them.  They tried a long field goal that went wide right.

Our offense took over, but again could do nothing.  The halftime whistle
blew with our drive stalled at midfield and the score still 0-0.

Coach Everett alternately praised and ranted at the squad during
halftime, trying to figure out some way to put some points on the board.
 When we returned to the field, I looked up again for Amber.  She was
still there, though she was starting to look nervous.  I wasn't quite
sure why, though, whether she was nervous about the team winning--or
about it losing.

The third quarter produced more of the same, back and forth up the field
with no one managing any points.  A tie was as good as a win for Carson,
since they would go to the regionals by virtue of a better record.  We
had to win.  Unfortunately, our offense was going nowhere.

Five minutes into the fourth quarter, something finally started to
happen.  We got another drive going, and got down to the
twenty-yard-line.  Coach Everett called a reverse, and I watched as our
quarterback handed off to the fullback, who darted across the backfield
toward the tailback.

Then everything went to shit.

The fullback somehow botched the handoff, and the ball went flying.  One
of the Carson linebackers had read the reverse by this point and had
squirted through our offensive line.  The ball bounced right at him, and
he snatched it out of the air.  As our fullback and tailback tried to
get untangled, the Carson linebacker raced past them toward the opposite
end zone.  Some of our players chased after him, but it was futile.  The
Carson stands went wild as their team finally scored.

Coach Everett began cursing and screaming at the offense as the kids
trudged off the field, heads down.  The Carson kicker missed the extra
point, but we somehow all knew it wasn't going to matter.

For the next ten minutes, our offense did its best to atone for the
turnover, but managed nothing.  The game, and our season, ended at 6-0.

I tried to comfort the kids as best I could, not that it made much
difference.  Then I looked up in the stands for Amber.  She was sitting
quietly, staring down at her hands.  Meredith was saying something to
her, but I was too far away to hear it.  I tried to ignore the ache in
my gut and wondered what we were going to do now.

Not much I _could_ do at this point.  I followed the players off the
field and into the locker room.

---

Amber was waiting for me, alone at my car, when I finally emerged from
the building.  She looked up once, quickly, then back down at her feet.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey."

"How you doing?"

She shrugged weakly.

"We lost."

"I know."

"Which means they lost the Bet."

I swallowed hard.

"I know."

I got in the car.  She got in the passenger seat and immediately laid
her head on my lap.

"Where's Meredith?"

"She went home.  I told her I needed to talk to you alone."

She was quiet as I drove home.

"I guess this means no gangbang."

"I don't know.  I need to think about it."

"They did pretty good, though, don't you think?"

"The team?  Yeah."

"It's not the defense's fault we lost.  It was a fumble."

"I know."

She didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"So . . . I was thinking, maybe . . . that it's not fair that they lost
the Bet."

I took a ragged breath.

"You could say that."

"The defense guys didn't lose the game."

"No.  They did great."

I had to stop the car.  Amber sat back in her seat.  I took her hand and
held it tightly.

"Amber, if you want to say something, say it."

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"I want to do the gangbang.  I don't care about the game.  I want to
give them what you promised them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.  Yes, I am sure."

"It's twenty guys.  Twenty teenage boys, some of whom--hell, maybe most
of whom--haven't even been laid before.  They're going to go crazy on
you.  You'll probably have to fuck them all twice, maybe even three
times each."

"I know.  I want to do it."

I closed my eyes.  My heart was pounding my chest so hard that I almost
couldn't breath.

"Mike?"

"What?"

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

"You're okay with this, right?"

"Yes.  I'm okay with it."

She squeezed my hand.

"Take me home.  Take me home and fuck me."

I took my foot off the break and stomped on the gas.  The rear wheels
cut loose for a second, squealing across the asphalt.  I raced back to
my house, and we ran inside as soon as the car was stopped.

We didn't make it to the bedroom. Amber dragged me down on the floor,
tearing at my clothes.  I shoved her top up to expose her tits and then
frantically began unbuttoning her jeans.  She opened my pants and then
shoved down her jeans and panties, kicking them off her legs.  I fell
onto her, burying my cock into her with one thrust.

She was as wet as a river, and we fucked like two wild animals.  Her
nails left claw marks on my back as I hammered into her.  She came,
shrieking, pussy pinching down on my cock.  It was over within a minute,
and I erupted inside her like a fire hose.

I rolled off of her as I came back to earth.  I could smell the scent of
our coupling in the air.

"Get my the phone," I gasped.

She came up on her elbows.

"Why?"

"I need to call Tommy Nelson.  To tell him the Bet is on after all."

"Oh.  Oh."

She got up and staggered toward the kitchen.

---

I found Tommy Nelson at home, commiserating some of the other players.

"Hey, Coach."

"Who else is there with you?"

"Uh, just Jack and Tony.  And Wesley.  We weren't in the mood to do
much."

All kids from the defense.  That was good.

"I was thinking about the Bet we made."

"Uh."  Signs of life sprang back into his voice.  "What about it,
Coach?"

"The thing is, I've kind of already set some things in motion.  I guess
I was jumping the gun thinking we could win tonight.  And I've been
sitting here thinking that it's not our fault we lost.  It was those
numb-nuts on the offense who screwed it up."

"Uh.  Yeah, Coach."  He wasn't trying to hide his excitement now.  "It
was.  It was."

"So, what, I'm thinking, is that you guys held up your end of the deal.
 So I'm thinking I have to hold up my end of it to."

"Oh, fu--I mean, uh, you mean it, Coach?  You really mean it?"

"Yes.  If you don't mind, tell the rest of the defense to come by my
house tomorrow night at eight exactly, okay?"

"Okay, Coach."  He laughed giddily.  "Oh, Jesus.  Oh, Jesus."

"Don't come by too early, and for Christ's sake, don't be late."

"We won't Coach, I swear."

"All right.  See you then."

I hung up, hearing him howling with glee over the line.

Amber had been watching me, face tight.

"It's done," I said.

She just nodded and looked down at the floor.

---

I spent the next day organizing and sanitizing the basement.  I ordered
a keg of Budweiser from the liquor store and picked it up around four.
I called the local Dominos and ordered ten large pizzas to be delivered
at eight.  Amber came over at five, explaining that Meredith was
covering for her, that her parents thought she was spending the night
over there.

"How much does Meredith know?"

"Nothing.  I just told her that I was spending the night with you."

"Okay.  The fewer people who know about this, the better."

She helped me set up the exercise mats I had borrowed from the school
gym, and we laid them across the basement floor to create a wide
"performance area."  Amber was quiet most of the afternoon, helpful but
saying very little.  It wasn't nervousness, exactly, really just
profound anticipation.  I asked her several times if she was sure about
this, and each time she assured me she was.

At six, there was nothing left to do but wait.  I sat down in the living
room and tried to watch television.  Amber went back into my bedroom to
lie down.

At six-thirty, she emerged, wearing what she knew was my favorite
outfit, a blue silk baby-doll nightgown.  She knelt on the floor by my
knees and took my hand.

"What's up?"

"Would you make love to me first?  Before they get here?  I want you to
be the first and the last tonight."

I gulped.

"Okay."

She led me to the bedroom and lay down.  I took her in my arms and began
caressing her slowly.  She seemed to have regressed to the old Amber,
shy and quiet, and let me take the lead.  I kissed her all over, nursing
her breasts, then sliding down to use my mouth and tongue to make love
to her.  She came quickly, deeply, quietly, and pulled me up immediately
to enter her.  We moved together, holding each other.  She was so wet I
could hardly feel her, even when she squeezed herself around me.  She
came again, and again, slowly coming to life.  We rolled over, and she
began riding me eagerly, bouncing up and down on my erection.  She came
with a shriek this time, hammering down onto me, and the sight of it was
too much.  I squirted off as deeply as I could get, lifting her into the
air.

We lay together afterward, not talking.  Amber got up to take a quick
shower, and when she emerged, I handed her the leather facemask I had
gotten for tonight.  All they would see was her hair and her mouth.  She
went down to the basement, and I returned to the living room to wait.

The first carload of kids arrived at seven-forty-five, Alan and James,
two of the defensive linemen, and with them Jason and Evan, the two
cornerbacks.  The next group, Tommy Nelson, Welsley Warner and about
five others, pulled up in Tommy's pickup truck a few minutes later.

I showed them into the living room and just smiled when they asked me
what was going to happen.  The available seats filled up quickly and the
others just sat on the floor.

The rest of them arrived over the next couple of minutes.  The pizza
delivery guy showed up at 7:55, and my charges were momentarily
distracted by the food.  By eight, everyone was here.

I shut and locked my front door and then returned to the living room,
seeing twenty eager, nervous faces watching me.  They stopped wolfing
down the pizza and waited expectantly.

"All right.  Welcome to my Bet."

They erupted in cheering and high fives.

"I know I have been very vague about this, but you should have all
gotten the idea about what is going to happen tonight.  Just to clear up
any misunderstanding, yes, you are all going to get laid."

The cheers and howls rattled the walls this time, and I was momentarily
worried about the neighbors complaining.  I motioned for silence.

"However.  What I have planned may not be quite what you're expecting.
I do not, in case you're wondering, have the money to take you all to a
whorehouse.  What we're going to do is something a little different."

I paused to watch their reactions.  Every eye in the room was fixed on
me.  Even Wesley had stopped eating, and believe me, that was an
accomplishment.

"I have a friend, a girl I knew in college, who is on the wild side
sexually.  She likes to experiment and push her limits, and one of her
fantasies has always been to get gangbanged by a football team."

Jaws dropped around the room, and amazed giggles and eager laughter shot
through the group.

"She is downstairs in the basement right now waiting for you."

More hoots of excitement erupted, and several of the boys shot to their
feet.  I held up my hands to stop them.

"Before we get started, I need to lay down some ground rules.  First,
you are not going to see her face.  She is wearing a face mask because
she does not want anyone to know who she is.  You don't know her anyway;
she just wants to be safe.  Leave her mask alone.  Don't try to take it
off.  That will just screw this up for everyone else, okay?"

Several of them nodded rapidly, bouncing eagerly in their seats.

"Second: this girl is kinky.  I doubt there is much you could do to her
that will turn her off.  Basically, whatever you want to do, you can do.
 Fuck her in the ass.  Come in her mouth.  Come in her face.  Talk to
dirty to her if you want.  She likes that.  She won't be talking to you,
but don't worry about treating her nicely.  She wants to be treated like
a slut tonight."

By now they were so eager and horny that some of them seemed ready come
where they were sitting.

"Third: there is no time limit to this orgy tonight.  We'll be here
until you want to leave.  You can have her until you don't want any more
of her.  She's in good shape, and she can take it."

"What about you, Coach?" Tommy asked.  I shook my head.

"This is for you guys.  She and I have already taken care of our
arrangements."

Various cheers and laughter came in response to that, and to be honest,
I was starting to feel quite giddy myself.

"Next, because you can't all have her at once, we're going to pull
numbers out of a hat to determine the order.  However, don't let this be
too rigid.  I should tell you that this girl is hoping to get more than
one of you at once tonight, however you want to do it.  Work that out
between yourselves, but she'll be quite disappointed if it doesn't
happen."

As they waited, almost ready to burst, I found my Nebraska ball cap with
the twenty folded numbers in it and held it up.

"One at a time, and no fooling around."

They jumped to their feet and crowed around me, all reaching for the
cap.  One by one they opened their number, reacting with hoots or
groans.  Josiah, one of the linebackers, got the first number, followed
by Tony and James.  Ben Tyler, the backup safety, got number twenty,
groaning in disappointment.  Tommy and Tony laughed at him, yelling
"Sloppy twentieths!  Sloppy twentieths!"

I motioned again for silence.

"That is about it.  Just enjoy yourselves.  There's a keg down there,
but you won't want to get too drunk, I think."

I turned and held my arm out toward the door to the basement.

"Have at her, boys."

---

-To be concluded--Next week!-

---

Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy
Copyright 2000 by Richard Bissell
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