Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 25 of 31
Universe: The Pact
Summary: School begins, and brings with it new challenges for the group --
including one Amy Winston.  Will she be an ally, or an adversary?
Content: mf mc oral ir

Chapter 25

	Toby and Amy shared a glance.  Jasmine had certainly earned an
invitation...

	Jasmine was an open book to Toby -- there was no deception in her,
anyway.  It was all right there...  Big, bearlike girls weren't ANY boy's
first pick -- they were threatening, even if they weren't fat and ugly.
Jasmine wasn't ugly -- and she wasn't particularly fat; she was thick and
well-padded -- a bit beyond what was necessary to match her size, to be fair,
but not seriously blubbery.  She hunched a little and had a fat pad at the
base of her neck that made her look bear-like.  Most guys wouldn't even
bother to guess what she would look like naked; Toby didn't have to, though
-- he could see what she saw in the mirror.  When you edited out the self-
loathing, it really wasn't that bad...

	It was all there.  Jasmine seriously wished Tyrone would use his
magic dust or whatever on her -- but she knew he wouldn't.  There was a fully
developed woman here -- no surprise, considering the physical evidence -- and
she was very lonely; even what little she was getting from Bernice was more
than she usually got, and she was grateful for it...

	Toby nodded at Amy.  "Would you two excuse us for a bit?"  Bernice
nodded and Toby pulled Amy aside.

	"It would be nice..." Amy began.

	Toby nodded.  "She's... needy.  Even Tyrone's little game looks good
to her.  But we can't guarantee her anything."

	Amy shrugged.  "We didn't guarantee anyone else.  This is going to be
easier than you think."

	"Oh?"

	"You haven't been in Isaiah's head.  Why do you think he's grouchy
all the time?  And Phyllis did us a big favor..." Amy explained.

	"No shit?"

	"If she's willing - and any good at all..."

	Toby shrugged.  "Willing?  Yes.  Good?  You never know..."

	"Untie Bernice and fade back.  She can help me pitch it."

	"Okay."  Toby moved a couple of tables away, and released Bernice
from her inhibitions against discussing group activities.  Amy returned to
the table.

	"I think you'd be better off with our group than with Tyrone and
Otis," Amy said without preamble as she seated herself.  "I mean, do you want
a boyfriend, or johns?"

	"Your group?" Jasmine blinked.

	"You know.  The team.  The girls."

	"Are you kiddin'?" Jasmine sat back, surprised.  "Like I got a shot
at that!"

	"I dunno - look around.  The membership isn't exactly exclusive," Amy
replied.  "I mean, there's me and Bernice..."  Bernice made a face - was she
really a member?  "Tabitha, Brenda, Bonita, Trish, Alyssa, Donna, Anita,
Misha - where are the really, really hot babes in our bunch?  We're just
regular girls..."

	Jasmine rubbed her face.  "Yeah, well, you're right, there.  I don't
understand, even..."

	"Bernice knows.  Tell her, Bernice," Amy prompted.

	Bernice flicked a glance at Amy.  "It's a club, Jaz.  You get offered
a membership.  There are commitments.  You do... tryouts."  She flicked a
glance at Amy.  "I guess we're offering..."

	"I don't understand."  Jasmine looked from Amy to Bernice and back.

	Amy braced her, "What would you do to hook up with a football
player?"

	Jasmine blinked.  "I dunno."

	Amy smiled.  "It's a loaded question.  Bernice is right - there's an
initiation - or tryouts, if you prefer.  You see, the girls in the group kind
of refer to ourselves as the Booster Club.  The guys on the team don't do
looks - they're, well, performance-oriented."

	This went over Jasmine's head.  "You got to do stuff, Jaz.  You've
got to be willing to, um, put yourself out there," Bernice explained.

	Jasmine cocked her head.  "Like, how?"

	"The Booster Club rewards team members for their success."  Amy
paused a moment, then added, "Sexually."

	Jasmine's eyes popped.  "Oh!"

	Bernice took over, the subject having been broached.  "Basically, it
goes like this - you go to a Club party and you expect to get fucked -- or
suck dicks, or whatever.  They try to be anonymous about it - masks and stuff
- but it isn't perfect.  Some things work better than others, like the suck
booths.  You get a card.  If you do something with a guy and he likes it
enough, he asks for the card.  If he asks for the card, then whoever is
running things tells him who you are - and tells you who he is, if you don't
know.  If he asks for the card, he's committed - he owes you two dates - the
public kind, not hanging out somewhere that nobody sees you together."

	"Every successful hookup you see is the result of the girl involved
putting herself on the line with one or more boys and getting an acceptance
from him," Amy related.

	Bernice nodded.  "Club girls fuck - and they give head.  I can't
think of anybody who hasn't sucked more than one dick or been fucked by more
than one guy.  But it works - there are only a couple of us who aren't at
least temporarily hooked up."  She sighed.  "I figure the only reason it
hasn't worked for me is Tyrone..."

	"So you guys all fuck?" Jasmine gasped.

	Amy nodded.  "Every last one of us," Bernice agreed.  "Last Friday
night we had a full-fledged orgy - and three of us hooked up..."

	"Guys who are hooked up tend to stick with what they've got - but
there's nothing that says they have to, I guess," Amy related.  "It's up to
the guy.  And there are some guys who are uncommitted - and they'll want a
sample..."

	"I fucked a couple of white guys..." Bernice related.  "Her
boyfriend?  HUGE dick!  Omigawd!"

	Jasmine flicked glance at Toby.  "Him?"

	"You'd be AMAZED!" Bernice confirmed.

	Amy smiled coyly, "That's the beauty of the club - you're not
evaluated on your looks.  Just by being there, you're making a statement that
you want to be with a boy.  It's not public - you don't have to play games.
The rules are different.  The guys can't tell on you, even if they know who
you are, because if they do THEY get booted out - and, let's face it, it's a
pretty good deal for them.  If you want to cut loose, it stays in the club -
but you'll be popular..."

	Jasmine grimaced.  "I wouldn't be popular with dogs if I hung a
porkchop around my neck..."

	"I heard Tabitha Hart said something like that.  Who's she with?" Amy
cocked her head.  "I have a boy in mind for you..."

	"You do?"  Jasmine's eyes popped.  "Who?"

	Amy waved it off.  "I don't want to set expectations.  Do you want to
try out?"

	"YES!"

	"It's sex!" Amy warned.  "I think three cherries got popped last
Friday night!"

	Jasmine looked to the heavens, "Please, God..."

	"Obviously, the club's a secret - you can't tell ANYBODY!"

	"Okay."

	"Ever give head?"

	"No."  Jasmine looked morose.  "Only dicks I've ever seen in real
life were on babies and little kids..."

	"Well, you're not alone," Amy chuckled.  "We usually do a little
afternoon thing once a week...  Bernice, why don't you tell her about it."
Amy got up and headed over to Toby.

	"So?" Toby looked up.

	"She's game.  She needs a training session before going to a party,
though," Amy related.  "She knows it's a secret."

	Toby took the hint and applied an inhibition against discussing the
club with anyone not a known member - and reinstated Bernice's.  Since they
were on the inside, they could talk.  Then he turned to Amy.  "I'm jammed up
- I promised Louise I would wire her place for sound and video - before
tomorrow night."

	"I can't teach her like you can..." Amy mused.

	Toby thought about it.  "You could go at it the other way - scope the
guy and pass her pointers..."

	"Yeah..."  Amy didn't like it that much.

	"Use Booth Three - you can get in and out the side door.  It's not
like you can't handle the guys," Toby noted.

	"Yeah, okay.  Who do I take besides Jasmine and Bernice?" Amy asked.
"Can you set up the boys?"

	"Yeah.  I'll ask Hank to help.  Isaiah, Ben, Ray, Frank, Pete
Franklin, Alonzo - those are the ones without right now."

	"Six is too many for two girls!"

	"Pick two - or three, or four - whatever." Toby shrugged.  He was at
his limit for the week; once again there was too much going on...

	Amy sighed.  "Okay, do whatever you need to do to get me Hank's and
Randy's cooperation."

	"I will.  In the meantime, find out what it is that Tyrone does to
girls!"  Toby headed off, a little bit steamed.  They needed another
complication like this?

	Amy returned to the girls.  "I'll get back to you.  There are
questions regarding who we can round up and how.  There are a half a dozen
candidates, for one thing.  Bernice, will you help?"

	"I might as well - I've fucked around with Tyrone again..."

	"We're pretty clear that it's not your fault," Amy replied.  "We're
not exactly sure yet how, but we know he did things to you."

	"How can you tell?"

	"You acted hypnotized.  Toby and I... study these things.  You have
the symptoms.  We're going to want to get a handle on Tyrone before he hurts
too many people," Amy replied.

	"How do you plan to do that?"

	"Actually, you can help..."

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	Ten minutes later, Bernice very deliberately put in an appearance in
Tyrone's line of sight but at a good distance.  Once Tyrone picked her up,
she waved tentatively, but ignored it when he beckoned, yelling, "Sorry, I
have to go..." and turned and got rapidly out of sight.  It was perfect;
Tyrone basically dumped his whole bag of tricks in front of Amy while he
wondered why Bernice seemed suddenly immune.  Amy got the gestalt of
everything Tyrone knew about his powers - which wasn't much, in some ways.
She also discovered that she was safe from his 'projective charisma' - but
that a significant number of girls weren't.  Tyrone had something similar to
what Amy and Toby had - but less well-developed and he had no handle on it.
He had no idea that he was planting suggestions and inhibitions - he was just
getting his way...

	More interesting was his 'secondary' power - the seductive
pheromones.  While Amy believed that she could shut down Tyrone's telepathic
powers, keeping him from sweating was a horse of a different color...

	Hank showed up about then.  "Toby said you had something..."

	"I have a couple of volunteers," Amy related.  "If you would ask
around and see who might be interested in hitting the booths..."

	Hank nodded.  "Just two?"

	"Yeah.  I know - there are six guys out there."

	Hank nodded.  "At least."

	"I'm sure we can double up.  The girls are looking for practice,
after all.  Don't press too hard - maybe someone won't be interested."

	"Right."  Hank nodded.  "I'll talk to Randy."

	"Thanks."  Randy's touchiness over girls was fading, but still a sore
point.

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	In the end, Randy was very helpful - he collected Miriam and
instructed her to help out in the booths - a good thing, since there were
five males to service.  Alonzo Perry and Ray Thinnes begged off, but that
left five males - Ben Ellis, Mark Torres, Pete Franklin, Frank Parker, and
Isaiah Morse.  Amy bundled Jasmine and Bernice into the van at four-thirty
and they set off.

	Less than good news was WHY Randy put Miriam out there.  Amy sensed a
growing concern in him over Miriam's particular version of submission.  When
he was angry and needed to prove himself, the fact that Miriam looked forward
to doing any crazy thing he needed to have done was a good thing - but as his
anger cooled and his position was consolidated, excesses were a bit harder to
come up with.  Now he thought about consequences - and that conservatism
narrowed his options.  Miriam's little stunt at Wimpy's was a case in point;
he didn't ask for that - she just did it.  To him, for her to make a leap
like that was an indication that she was out of control - because he wasn't
providing any.  Handing her off to suck dicks was an effort to give her
something entertaining and challenging to do.  It was a trivial exercise, and
he knew it - but it might keep her satisfied and out of trouble for a day or
so...

	These concerns and responsibilities distanced him somewhat from the
heat of their early relationship.  Did he love her?  At one point, he would
have said, "Of course!" - but now...  He had needed her and she had given of
herself freely - so he owed her.  But love?  He wasn't sure any more.  He was
responsible for her and owed her a huge unpaid debt - but that wasn't love...

	Amy pondered the situation.  Toby could probably make an adjustment
to Miriam - but would that solve the problem?  More important, would it be
the right thing to do?  Amy distrusted the idea instinctively - and she knew
that Toby would HATE it.  Better to wait and see how things played out...

	After giving Jasmine the grand tour (Miriam insisted upon
demonstrating the pillory), Amy put Jasmine in Booth Three, Bernice in Booth
Two, and Miriam in Booth One, and awaited the arrival of their testers.

	Randy came downstairs with the others, but hung back while they
arrayed themselves.  Amy invisibly loaded the dice, seeing to it that Isaiah
shambled up to Booth Three; Frank headed on down to Booth One and Mark took
Booth Two.  Mark knocked confidently and Bernice opened up.  His cock wasn't
a significant challenge for her; he was enjoying her efforts in no time.
After a second, though, he withdrew for a moment, remembering his lesson of
the week before.  "Hey, can you lick my balls a little first?"

	Bernice blinked, but whispered "Okay!" and started laving his ball
sack with her tongue, thinking, 'Oh, well...'

	Meanwhile, Jasmine was getting her first 'in your face' introduction
to male meat.  Isaiah had a sizeable uncut member and Jasmine really didn't
know what to do with it.  "Take a hold of it and slide the foreskin back,"
Amy whispered, "Then lick the tip."  Jasmine looked at her as if she'd lost
her mind, so Amy took over, jacking back Isaiah's foreskin and rolling her
tongue over his glans.  Isaiah gave a rumbling sigh; things had started
slowly, but they were off the ground...  "Now you," Amy whispered, backing
off and waving Isaiah's staff in Jasmine's direction.  "You wanted this,
remember..."

	Having Toby there would have been a help - Jasmine was scared.  But
she took the reminder to heart and leaned in to wash Isaiah's glans with her
tongue.  Isaiah groaned a little; Amy grinned and whispered, "He likes it.
Suck the tip in and run your tongue around it.  Be careful not to use your
teeth."  Jasmine did as she was told and Isaiah rumbled, "Yeah, Baby..."

	Jasmine's baby face split from ear to ear!  "This is fun!"

	Amy grinned back, "I hear girls talking about how degrading it is -
but if you do that right, you can wrap a guy around your little finger!  It's
a power trip!"  Jasmine was toying with the tip again, so she added, "Go in
and out on it - they like to feel your lips sliding up and down..."

	Jasmine bobbed up and down five or six times and whispered, "It's
leakin'."

	"That's pre-cum - lubricant - for when you have sex."

	"I wouldn't need that - I'm sloppy now!" Jasmine giggled.

	Amy giggled back.  "See how much you can take.  I know girls who can
take all that down their throat - and guys love it!  The closer it feels
to..."

	"Fuckin'?"  Jasmine popped off the tip just long enough to supply the
word.

	"Yeah.  The closer you get to that, the better they like it."

	"Okay."  Jasmine did an impressive dive on Isaiah's shaft for a
beginner.  "This a big one?"

	"Oh, yeah," Amy nodded.  "Try to keep your mouth juicy.  Gagging a
little actually helps."

	Isaiah couldn't make out the whispers, but it didn't matter; he was
plastered against the partition, reveling in the feel of those soft lips and
that wide, flat tongue washing the underside of his shaft!  It seemed like
the longer the girl worked, the better she got!

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	Down the way at Booth One, Frank was making demands.  "Can you open
all three holes?"  Frank wanted to see the bitch - or parts of her, anyway.

	"No..." Miriam replied.

	"Why the Hell not?"  Frank figured the girl was being balky.

	"It's an, um, design issue," Miriam replied diffidently.

	"Yeah?  How?" Frank demanded.

	"If you open the top hole, the cover drops on the middle one."

	"Oh."  Frank digested this.  "What about the top and bottom?"

	"Yes, that works."  Miriam made it happen.

	"If you put your mouth to the top one, can you put your tit to the
bottom?"

	"Um, maybe.  One second."  Miriam peeled off her blouse and undid her
bra for the presentation.  "It might interfere with sucking..."

	"Try it anyway," Frank directed.

	Miriam hunched herself sideways and fed the tip of her left breast
into the bottom hole.  The whole thing wasn't going to fit.  She got her
mouth into position at a bit of an angle.  "How's this?"

	"Well..."  Frank reached out and hauled on a handful of the exposed
tit flesh, stretching it and deforming it so that more slid through the hole.
"You're a regular jersey cow, aren't you?"  He mauled her nipple between his
fingers.  "This thing needs a ring through it."

	Most girls would have been upset and offended at the verbal abuse and
rough handling - but Miriam's reply was, "It does?"

	"Sure," Frank replied.  "Both of 'em do, I bet.  I'd put holes in
this thing so you could shove 'em through then connect the rings with a chain
or a bar or something so you couldn't get loose.  Stick your tongue out."
Miriam did so.  "Uh huh..."  Frank slid his cock into her mouth.  "Okay, get
on with it."  It became rapidly apparent that the whole 'tit through the
wall' thing wasn't working, so Frank backed off.  "Pull your tit in so you
can suck properly."  Miriam did so and resumed sucking - and Frank let her
get on with it, marveling to himself that she hadn't bitched and raised a
fuss.  Randy, standing a few feet away, witnessed the whole thing, frowning
thoughtfully.

	Miriam, of course, found the rough handling and talk exciting - and
was rubbing her crotch when she could free her hand for it.

	Meanwhile, Bernice had gotten her release from ball-washing and
massaging Mark's heavy scrotum while she rolled her lips up and down his
cock.  It was good; Mark wasn't going to last much longer, but he hadn't
spewed all over in the first ten seconds, either...

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	"Keep it wet..." Amy whispered to Jasmine.  "A long one and then a
short one...  Yeah, he's close...  Play with his balls a little - GENTLY!
He's gonna cum soon.  You have to drink it - you know that, right?"

	"Urk?"

	"You do - trust me.  Just suck it on down and swallow it - you'll be
fine..."

	Jasmine mused that it made sense, anyway; what was she gonna do -
spit?  As it was, she'd stopped to flip her top off over her head when it
became clear that she was going to drool all over it...

	"He's close..."

	Jasmine could tell; the cock she was working on seemed to get stiffer
and puff up even bigger than it already was...

	"Okay - work over the tip, so you have room to... Now!"  Amy
interrupted herself as Isaiah cut loose, groaning.

	The cock in Jasmine's mouth seemed to bulge, then spat thick goo.

	"This is the good part!  Make it better - keep working the underside!
Just kind of work your lips back and forth over the flange!" Amy hissed.

	Isaiah, overcome by the sensations, moaned and crushed himself
against the panel, his knees shaking.  After a few seconds, he couldn't take
any more and withdrew from the hole.  "Fuck, that was GREAT!  You got a
card?"

	Jasmine swallowed the sticky goo she'd collected and grunted, "Huh?"

	Amy held up a finger.  "Not today, Baby.  We're just training.
Tomorrow, maybe."

	"Awright, well, you don't need much - that was GREAT!"

	Jasmine dimpled.  "Thank you!"

	"Shit, you're welcome!"  Isaiah adjusted his clothing and staggered
off to sit down.

	Mark was done, too, leaving Bernice amazed at the amount of goo his
heavy balls could unload.  As usual, he was pondering a second bout.  Frank
Parker started grunting and puffed, "Take it!  You know you want it..."  He
refrained from calling the slut on the other side of the wall 'bitch' because
he didn't want her to back off, all outraged, while he was shooting - not
that she'd given him shit thus far. If he'd had a hand on the back of her
head, things would have been different, but he didn't have that kind of
control over her...  She didn't go anywhere, anyway - she just milked him
with her lips while he hosed her mouth and throat.  Staggering back from the
hole, Frank muttered, "I have got to get me one of those..."

	"So, what do you think?" Amy asked Jasmine.

	"It was cool!" Jasmine gushed.

	"It goes one of two ways," Amy told her.  "He controls things - and
that might not be fun - or you control things.  If you control things, it's a
lot more fun!"

	"I could tell!  That goo, though..."

	"Cum?" Amy replied.  "It varies.  You get used to it.  You don't want
to spit it out or anything."

	Jasmine cocked her head.  "Why not?  I hear that in the porn movies
the guys jack off on the gals..."

	"Porn isn't real life," Amy advised.  "Think about it - if you were a
guy, would you want to take your cock out of a nice, hot, wet mouth to jerk
it off?  Not hardly!  Porn flicks are about guys controlling the blow job -
being macho.  If a guy jerks off in your face, you can be pretty sure he
doesn't think a whole lot of you - basically, he's saying you don't deserve
his seed.  The flip side is why you swallow; there isn't anything more
intimate and personal a guy can give you than his seed.  If you go 'EWWW!'
and spit it out, it's a major insult, you know?  On a certain level you've
just told him you don't want his babies - and if you're having sex with him,
but don't want to mate with him, what does that say about you?"

	"Um, that you're not too picky about who you sleep with?" Jasmine
guessed.

	"Something like that," Amy agreed.  "If you really, REALLY don't want
to swallow it, you probably should hold it in your mouth and show it to him,
then find some cute way to play with it - but the simplest way to get rid of
it is to swallow it down."

	Isaiah having cleared out, Ben Ellis positioned himself before Booth
Three and said, "Knock, knock!"

	Both Amy and Jasmine giggled, then Amy replied in a high voice, "Come
in!"

	Ben chuckled and pushed his cock through the hole.

	"It's white!" Jasmine whispered.

	"He doesn't know what color you are.  Besides, we're kind of
colorblind around the club..." Amy replied.  "Does it matter to you?  For a
blow job?"

	Jasmine thought about it.  "Uh uh."  She leaned forward and took
Ben's length in.  Amy smiled, settled back, and started coaching.

	Pete headed down to Booth One and plugged himself in - and Miriam
handled him without a quibble.

	Randy decided to get some strange, so he presented himself at Booth
Two. "Open up!"

	Bernice popped open the middle hole without comment and sucked in his
cock as soon as it appeared.  It was a nice one - good-sized, but not as big
as Otis', which had hurt -- she was pleased and went out of her way to make
sure her anonymous client enjoyed himself.

	Randy did.  He was pretty sure who was in there - and found it more
than a little ironic that Bernice was blowing him.  But she was doing a good
job...

	Pete didn't take long to get off, but Ben and Randy were still busy,
so Mark belied up to Booth One when Pete backed off.  Miriam took charge of
her third cock of the afternoon, wondering vaguely what the other girls were
doing if she was this busy.  Mark wasn't a challenge for size, but he still
surprised her with the volume of his ejaculate - then it was over...

	Ben had gotten a fine blowjob from Jasmine and staggered back from
the hole happy; Jasmine, pleased with her accomplishment, grinned from ear to
ear.

	That left Randy and Bernice - and that was only going as long as it
was because Bernice - who had gotten plenty of practice in the past few days
- was using her mastery of what she was doing to extend Randy's pleasure.
Frank put up with the delay for a couple of minutes, then wandered up and
rasped, "Dude, you can get that any time.  You're holding up progress!"  Then
he rapped on the panel and yelled, "Quit fooling around and finish him, slut!
We need to get outta here!"

	With the possible exception of Miriam, nobody liked Frank's attitude
- but Bernice merely quit teasing Randy and used what she'd learned about
what he liked and what he didn't to bring him off in about thirty seconds -
but she deliberately hung onto him for another thirty to make sure he enjoyed
the aftermath.  Randy gave her a gruff, "Thanks," through the open hole while
he adjusted himself and led the guys out.

	When the boys were gone, Amy let the girls out.  "That one guy wasn't
nice!" Jasmine complained.  "They aren't all like that, are they?"

	"Guys differ," Amy shrugged.  "So do girls.  We have guys who would
never think of calling a girl a slut, no matter what - and we have girls who
think nothing of being called one."

	"So what happened?" Miriam asked.

	"One of the guys got restless because Bernice was taking a while,"
Amy replied, "and he got pushy about having her finish up.  He called Bernice
a slut."

	"Oh."  Miriam shrugged.  It could have been Randy - he could get
impatient...

	Bernice grimaced.  "Maybe he was right.  I was fooling around, trying
to extend the guy I was doing's fun.  Maybe that makes me one."

	"Few guys are going to complain if you go the extra mile to make them
happy," Amy opined.  "I'm sure the guy you were doing appreciated it."  She
offered a twisted smile.  "Guys generally don't think it's a bad thing if a
girl is a little slutty - or a lot, for that matter."

	"Well, still, name-calling like that..." Jasmine grumbled.  "It's
rude..."

	Miriam shrugged.  "Sometimes."  Jasmine eyed her, clearly wondering
why the other girl was so noncommittal.

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	The guys gave Frank a hard time on the way home, too.  "If she'd been
sucking YOUR dick, you'd have been fighting us all off!" Pete accused.

	"Hey, Randy probably gets that shit all the time," Frank defended
himself.  "He was holding up progress!"

	"Okay, so why call her a slut?" Ben pressed.

	"A chick who blows guys through a hole in the wall is a fucking slut
- period!" Frank argued. "Gimme a fucking break!"

	"Okay, so, if you piss 'em off, are you gonna get any?" Pete
challenged.  "Don't we WANT them to be sluts so we get laid and get blow
jobs?  THINK a little!"

	"Yeah, well, okay, I get it - but some chicks you need to, you know,
let them know who's boss..."

	"Some chicks isn't ALL chicks!" Ben groused.  "If that one never
comes back..."

	Frank shrugged.  "It's too late to get all apologetic..."

	Randy, who had been on the intercom, interjected, "I'll say something
when I go back."

	"Yeah, well, thanks, I guess." Frank grumbled.  'How are you ever
going to get any respect from a chick if you spend all of your time walking
on eggshells around them?' he wondered to himself.  The whole 'politically
correct' thing tended to avoid reality.  A girl who sucks dick through a hole
in the wall was a slut - period.  Why the fuss?  You don't worry about
hurting her feelings by telling the unvarnished truth - give her another dick
to suck and she'll feel better.  If she's doing this shit, doesn't she WANT
to be pissed on a little?  Wasn't that the whole idea -- to put her in her
place?  'I need a chick like that 'B' bitch,' Frank mused to himself, 'One
that doesn't get all whiney if you bust her ass when she fucks up.'  Pa had
collected one of those occasionally after Ma hit the street - but Pa had
issues.  Even Frank understood that there were limits...

	Frank held back when the others piled out of the van and circled
around to talk to Randy.  "Hey, sorry about fucking up your blowjob.  But I
don't get it - a chick who blows you through a hole in the wall is a slut,
right?"

	Randy chuckled.  "Well, she's thinking about being one, anyway.  That
being the case, you probably don't want to rub her nose in it until her head
gets there, you know?  We used to have chicks that we had shit on, you know?
Blackmail material.  We treated 'em like shit.  They're still around, but
they're hooked up.  Damian does my sister like that - and she pretty much
likes it.  Lon Carpenter does his girl Sally like that.  Miriam likes it -
but she's a little different.  Trick is, they don't ALL like it - lots don't,
and they'll get you in trouble.  Some do but won't tell you.  Basically, you
can't just treat 'em all like that - even when they deserve it.  You need to
kind of work your way up to it and see how far she goes."

	"The chick that did me didn't seem to mind..."

	"No..."  Randy mused for a moment and shook his head.  "The one you
yelled at might get upset and might not.  But there was another chick there,
you know?"

	"Yeah.  Okay."  Frank shook his head and wandered off.

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	The girls had little to talk about on the way back.  "So, are you
coming out tomorrow night?" Amy asked.

	Jasmine licked her lips.  "Yeah, I guess."

	"Look, nobody is twisting your arm.  Besides, you really need to know
what you're going to do if someone asks you for a - well, a fuck..."

	Jasmine eyed Amy, "Honey, do you REALLY see that happening?"

	Amy shrugged.  "It has to every other girl...  We have our ways, too
- there is the dark room trick, for instance..."

	"Whazzat?"

	"We stick you and a guy in a totally dark room.  You both feel it
before you see it.  Tabitha caught Pete that way," Amy explained.

	"That MIGHT work - if the guy didn't decide he was at the elephant
cage at the zoo and go runnin' out..." Jasmine mused ruefully.

	"Don't sell yourself short," Amy advised.  "Just putting yourself out
there is big.  So many won't..."

	"I'll... tell you tomorrow..." Jasmine promised.  The whole thing was
pretty scary.