Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 5 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: nosex D/s

Chapter 5

	Randy's frame of mind wasn't everything Amy could have hoped for as
he approached her.  Behind him, Toby shrugged and popped his eyes -- but Amy
had a direct read on Randy, so she went low-key.

	"Thank you for coming to talk to me," she said humbly.

	"Yeah, well..."  Miriam had been hot stuff, or Randy would have
wanted more than what he considered to be 'good attitude' from Amy.  "I'm
here, but she hasn't seen me.  What do you want?"

	"I wanted to know what she did right."

	"Every fucking thing."  Memory shifted Randy's attention from the
girl in front of him to something amazingly pleasant.  "She's the first one
of you that didn't give me shit about something -- and given what we did to
her, it was --- just fucking incredible..."  He shook his head.  "I get so
tired of, 'But Randy this,' and 'I don't wanna do that' -- she just sucked it
up and came asking for more!  Why can't all of you be like that?  Why don't
any of you have any goddamned respect?"

	Amy suddenly realized that she was dealing with a really, really
unhappy young man.  Digging a little bit, she could see it all -- the pudgy
body, the ribbing, the harassment, being taken for granted -- or worse,
humiliated -- by girls; the total lack of respect.  Now, especially, Randy
had made huge progress internally -- but it wasn't visible externally, and
only a limited number of people had any idea of the changes -- and most
people couldn't have cared less.  Randy needed a platform from which he could
declare his manhood -- and this was it -- this group.  Inside this group,
Randy was a mover and a shaker -- and everyone -- ESPECIALLY everyone female
-- had better be ready to acknowledge that, because here he had power -- and,
particularly if angered, he WOULD use it!

	There were two possible courses of action; she could try to alter
him, bleeding off the anger, or she could just deflect it.  The latter course
didn't require anything in the way of special powers -- all she had to do was
show him some respect.  Since that was the role she'd chosen, continuing in
that vein was easy enough...  "I'll do my best, Sir."

	Randy blinked.  "See you do," he said gruffly.  "We done here?"

	"Yes, Sir."  A little buttering-up went a long way, Amy discovered.

	Randy reached in his pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper.  "When
she comes out, give her this for me."

	Amy took it.  "I will, Sir."

	"See you do.  It's important."  Randy headed off.

	Amy crossed to Toby.  "That was close..."

	"There's some juggling involved," Toby agreed.  "Did you...?"

	"I didn't touch him.  Flattery goes a long way with him,
fortunately."  Amy looked off in the direction Randy and his sister had
departed.  "He's an angry guy; nobody has given him the respect he craves --
well, nobody but Miriam, anyway."  She unfurled the paper and read the
contents, raising her eyebrows.  "You know, if I got this..."  She handed it
to Toby.

	Toby read it.  "Well, it wasn't meant for you.  Given what we've
heard about what happened, Miriam will look at it differently."  His eyes
shifted focus as he reached out to Miriam, who was drying herself in the
bathroom.  "Whatever you might think, she's gonna be tickled pink.  As it is,
you'd think she spent the day at Disneyland..."

	"That might be the perfect thing for Randy," Amy mused, "but he's
worried that when she actually SEES him, she will reject him."

	"That's too bad," Toby sighed.  "May I?"

	"Don't adjust anything."

	"I want to see what she thinks he looks like."  It was easy; Randy
was floating on the top layers of Miriam's mind.  "It's nebulous -- she has
NO IDEA what he looks like.  He's an ideal to her -- that mythical person who
can command her to do anything..."  He opened his eyes.  "She's really
strange.  I may want another test case.  She's a LOT like my Ma..."

	"How so?"

	"It's about what she gives -- and what she gets.  A guy who gives her
the least little bit of affection can have ANYTHING from her.  And the more
he demands, the more she feels like she's holding up her end of the bargain."

	"Well, he's half in love with her," Amy mused.

	Toby sighed.  "If they get past that one test, they'll be
inseparable."  Coming back to another subject, he added, "Protecting you
isn't going to be easy -- even Teela gives out the occasional blow job.
Randy, in a good mood, might not be a problem, but if Damian takes it into
his head..."

	Amy had gotten a small chunk of Damian early in the day.  "He's
pretty smart, too, isn't he?"

	"He pretty much suspects what I'm capable of; he's even asked for
assistance a couple of times," Toby replied.  "He'll be very leery of you if
he gets the idea that you can manipulate him.  He won't like that AT ALL!"

	"Well, if I have to..." Amy muttered.

	"You're best off acting as if you expect it," Toby told her.
"Theoretically, I can protect you, while I'm around -- but there are limits
even to that if one of them decides you're acting too independent."

	"What about Lon?"

	"Well, it will never occur to him that you have anything in the way
of powers without direct evidence -- but if you cross him, he'll want to
teach you respect."

	"This stuff is what bothers me," Amy sighed.  "It's the 'Boy's Fuck
Club' -- don't fuck with the boys, or else!"

	Toby sighed.  "That's fair -- but Lon is usually distracted with
Sally, and Damian has his hands full with Alyssa and Candace."

	"Is he the only one of you regularly doing older women, now?" Amy
asked.

	"Yeah."

	"And that's because?"

	"Candace is the closest one to looking for incest," Toby revealed.
"She would fuck Lon in a heartbeat, given the proper circumstances.  Lon's
defenses aren't that good, anyway.  Candace likes young studs -- and
underneath there, somewhere, is an urge to fight authority -- but only so she
can be crushed by it -- totally controlled.  With regular guys, she's bossy
-- and never satisfied, basically, even if everything goes her way.  With
Damian, though, she pushes him a little and he rolls right over her -- and
she loves it."

	Amy eyed him.  "You're sure?"

	"I've seen it a dozen times.  And I've probably NOT been there even
more!" Toby insisted.  "If Lon ever really busts on her in a highly sexual
situation..."

	"Who else?"

	"Hank.  Hank's a sweetheart, though -- and he's got Maddie..."  Toby
stopped.  "You know, there are three hundred things you haven't heard about
-- but Miriam is coming..."

	"Okay.  Tomorrow!"  Amy waved a finger.

	"For sure!"  Toby got out of there.

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	Only the new girl, Amy, was there when Miriam came out of the
bathroom.  "Where is everyone?"

	"Gone," Amy replied.  "I'm taking you home."

	"Do you even know where we are?"

	"No.  But we'll figure it out eventually."

	Amy waited until they were in the car to pump Miriam.  "So, how was
it?"

	"It was SOOO great!  I'm so glad I pushed to get in!" Miriam cooed.

	Amy murmured, "A lot of people wouldn't react that way -- they would
have been upset at the abuse and the control and the craziness.  What is so
great about being someone's piece of meat?  I went through some of that
stuff, but I didn't ENJOY it!"

	Miriam blinked.  "No?"  She shrugged.  "I was warned that things
might not be fun, but...  I got to see and use some really neat stuff -- did
you see that pillory thing?  I was tested, challenged -- nobody does that --
not that way, anyway.  I had my first sex with a guy..."

	"Wait -- that was your first time?"

	"Uh huh.  It was my first time with a dog, too, but I think I could
have passed on that.  Still, I did it -- and that's all that counts, isn't
it?" Miriam eyed Amy expectantly.

	"Um, yeah, I guess so..."

	"I mean, you did whatever you did so you could move on, right?  Be a
member?"

	"Yeah..."

	"So it's an accomplishment, right?  There was a challenge and you
overcame it, right?" Miriam pressed.

	"Yeah, you're right.  I guess I wasn't looking at it like that," Amy
replied.

	"From talking to the other girl, I understand that some of them were
kind of sucked in -- but we had to prove ourselves worthy," Miriam beamed.

	"Worthy of what?"

	"Worthy to be in the group!"  Miriam eyed Amy as if she had two
heads.  "Don't you want to belong?  Don't you want to meet boys?"

	"Oh, well, sure!" Amy replied.  "Of course!  But it's just for
sex..."

	"I've had almost eighteen years to catch a boy with my looks or my
sparkling conversation," Miriam retorted, "and there isn't a line, you know?
If sex works -- well, I can think of a lot worse things..."  She sat there,
staring off into space.  "That guy was just ... Wow!"

	"I see your point," Amy muttered.  "But they put you through a lot of
crap -- tied you up and made you do crazy stuff, right?  How is it that you
enjoyed that?"

	Miriam shrugged.  "Oh, I don't know..."

	'Aha!' thought Amy.

	"Ever since I was a little girl, the whole captured and held prisoner
game has been a turn-on..."

	'Wups!  Maybe not...'  'Ever since I was a little girl...' wasn't
something you inserted into someone's mind in two seconds -- or two minutes,
or two hours, for that matter.  Not if you were going to support it with
consistent memories.  Amy had tried to fix Reid and Ronnie to that depth
after her inadvertent major surgery on their minds and it took days before
they were reasonably functional...  "Really?  Since you were little?"

	"Sure.  Boys still liked me until I hit puberty -- to play with,
anyway.  We used to play this game called 'stew pot' at recess -- a boy would
catch you and take you to a tree, and you had to stand there with your back
to the tree and your arms wrapped around it like you were tied up and being
cooked..."

	Toby didn't make THAT up -- Amy was certain.  "I never heard of that
game..."

	"Oh, one of the boys probably made it up," Miriam waved it off.  "The
rules changed a lot.  You had to offer another boy a hug or a kiss on the
cheek or something."  Miriam frowned for a moment.  "Maybe a girl thought
that rule up."  Then, under her breath, she added, "Maybe I did..."

	It didn't matter.  Miriam's fixations didn't appear to have come from
Toby having screwed with her mind...

	Meanwhile, Miriam looked up and said, "Haven't you ever had to prove
you were worthy of something?"

	Nonplussed, Amy replied, "Well, yes, but what are we talking about
here?"

	Miriam cocked her head and said, "If you don't know, I probably can't
make it clear."

	The response knocked Amy for a loop.  Apparently, Toby wasn't as full
of shit as she'd assumed.  The pre-Reid Amy probably would have understood
instinctively, but now she was trained to look for nefarious plots behind
every bush.  Even her limited acquaintance with Toby told her that he
wouldn't do a screw job on someone's mind for nothing -- and this particular
setup was more likely to hurt him than help, as it made him look ham-handed.
Amy had come to believe that people with the powers that she and Toby
exhibited could not BE that ham-handed -- with certain exceptions, like
personal peril.  It would be the sign of an inferior mind... something Toby's
clearly wasn't.

	Amy became aware that she was clutching something -- the scrap of
paper that Randy had pressed into her hand.  "I'm supposed to give you this,"
she said, handing the somewhat crumpled note to Miriam.

	Miriam opened it and happy tears blurred her vision.  It said:

	"You're my sweet bitch and I'm very proud of you.  Remember your
lessons -- they will lead you to me."  It was signed, 'You Know Who.'

	"That's so sweet!" Miriam sniffled.

	Amy shook her head; the whole thing wasn't quite right, somehow.

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	Meanwhile, the word went out; Friday night was a command performance.
The younger generation was expected to have one hundred percent attendance
among the non-volunteer members, especially, while the older generation was
optional, with a few exceptions.  Jiang Yi was to go -- and cater; Sonya was
required to attend, of course.  Teela, thumbing her nose at Rick, who was
still being balky, decided she would attend with her 'sister.'  Frank, upon
discovery that he was going to be without females for the first evening since
Tuesday, decided that he would either hit a burger joint or a bar, depending
upon his mood; peace and quiet was something he was looking forward to, no
matter how attached he was getting to his little blocky woman.

	Make no mistake -- he WAS attached to her; he knew it and she knew it
and the girls knew it.  Tuesday evening, Jiang Yi had been all over him,
apologizing for screwing up on Monday -- but it was just a missed
communication; Frank hadn't been mad as much as surprised that somebody
thought he'd put her out.  Now he was careful to see to it that Jing Yi had
instructions to return, silly as it seemed.  Sonya wandered back and forth
between Frank's home and her own -- and Frank didn't feel it was any of his
business until Jiang Yi decided otherwise.  And as for Friday night, Frank
felt that a little strange dick probably wouldn't hurt Jiang Yi any --
besides, he owed the group, big time.

	Tabitha's requirement to be present let Fred off the hook,
particularly as Louise and Rico would be there.  Louise planned Rico and one
strange dick; Rico had no plans at all; he would go with the flow.  Beth and
Robert were coming, later -- mostly to use the dungeon pieces.  There was
something unspoken but present nonetheless between them; Robert managed to
find his way to Beth's every few days, or vice-versa.

	Trish's attendance was required and Phyllis' optional -- but Phyllis
found herself entertaining the idea.  Maybe she could get a boy, 'take-out,'
or something...

	Toby tried to lay out some kind of plan for handling the guys, but
things were a mess.  Half of the girls were technically taken, even if their
boyfriends allowed them to participate at some level.  Teela was probably
bluffing -- and what would she do if Rick showed up?  Sally could MAYBE be
called on for booth duty.  Maddie should probably stay away, given the
physical and mental challenges she was going through -- and that probably
meant that Hank would leave things to Toby and not show up.

	Toby needed to tie up Tad, Mark, Alonzo, Pete, and Bobby.  He had
Miriam, Sonya, Trish, and Tabitha -- but he needed enough bodies that he
could pretend Amy was the odd girl out, and he was short for that.

	Beth and Louise would be late, like last time -- and they were
bringing their own, more or less.  Candace would be hosting -- and Damian had
the call on her, anyway.  Toby didn't want to mess over Jiang Yi -- if she
had a good thing going with Frank, there was no good reason to put her on the
line -- she wouldn't generate any excitement, anyway.  And if he dragged
Phyllis in, who would fuck her?  He went to sleep with his head buzzing;
ultimately, he had to rely on Terence, Damian and Clint to release their
women without noticing that Toby's wasn't busy -- which MIGHT work with Sally
and Teela running interference.  It was another probably distasteful
discussion subject for Amy...

	Thank God the gays were staying out of it.

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	Friday morning spawned some unexpected excitement.  Bobby Beckwith
cruised the black girls and tried to get some attention -- without Pete
flying cover.  Bernice Higgins lit into him again, "Why y'all fuckin' with
black chicks?  Won't no white ho's pay no attention to ya?"

	"Oh, lay off, Bernice," Trish said wearily.  "Bruthuhs poach white
chicks all the time -- why can't they get a little back?"

	"You gonna date white boys?" Bernice pressed.  "Good -- more bruthuhs
for me!"

	"You wish!" somebody snorted.

	"Yeah!" Tabitha added to it, "When's the last time ANYBODY got within
twenty feet of YOU, Bernice!  Maybe you oughta be NICE to Bobby!"  There was
general laughter.

	But Bobby said, "Hey, she asked a question...  I found out black
girls were hot!  THAT's why I'm here!"

	"Y'all hear that?" Bernice preened.  "I'm hot!"

	"Nobody said YOU was hot, Bernice!" somebody laughed.  "You musta
been suckin' dick early to get them teeth..."  Bernice's teeth were splayed
in such a manner that you would think she'd sucked SOMETHING a little too
much -- but it had probably been a thumb.

	"Hey!" Bernice whirled.  The girls were back to carping at each other
and everything might have been fine, but the clouds had gathered...

	"So you chasin' black girls?"  Bernice had male counterparts --
several of them -- and they had gathered to dispel the threat.  "I don't
think so.  Pete ain't here, and football don't mean shit, anyway!  Move the
fuck along!"

	"Aw, come on!  What's wrong with talking to black chicks?" Bobby
argued.  "Except maybe Bernice..."  That got a titter, but the numbers
weren't on Bobby's side.  Things got physical, fast, and Bobby went down --
three on one.  A couple of shots didn't seem to be enough, either...

	... Until Trish waded in with a can of pepper spray.  Then it was
"What the fuck?" and other exclamations and the assailants backed off.  "What
the fuck you do THAT for?" one of them complained.

	"Marcel, do you REALLY want to get expelled?" Trish retorted.
"Besides, football might not be about shit to you, but it is to other
people."

	"You be doin' all right, Man!" Marcel sneered.  "Got the lezzies
coverin' yo' ass!  Why don't you teach him to eat black pussy, Trish?  You
ain't got no use for dick, anyway..."

	"I damned sure don't have no use for YOURS, Marcel!" Trish ranted
back.  "Jeezus, Bobby, why did you have to fuck around and get in it like
this?" she asked, pulling his head onto her knees.

	"Met a girl," Bobby said through puffy lips.

	"She's that important?" Trish asked.  "Bobby, you can't just go
talking up girls at random -- you'll get your ass kicked a couple of times a
day!"  Pete showed up then to help Bobby up, glaring around.  Trish cupped
Bobby's face.  "Promise me you'll stop running around like this, hitting on
random black chicks."

	"No!" Bobby argued.  "Not until..."

	"Bobby, you can stop -- do you understand?  I'm saying the word..."

	Bobby froze.  Pete cocked his head and eyed Trish, obviously
comparing her with a shared memory.  Trish just looked back.

	Bobby pulled in a breath through sore ribs.  "As in, 'Say the
word...?'  Like that?"

	"Just like that, Bobby.  It was me -- both times."

	"I meant what I said."

	"I see that.  I hope you're serious," Trish muttered.

	"Serious like an ass whuppin', looks like to me," Pete opined.

	"Yeah."  Bobby locked eyes with Trish.  "I was planning to protect
YOU..."

	"You will."  Trish put herself under Bobby's right arm; Pete had the
left.

	"What the fuck is this?" Bernice opened up.

	"Shut the fuck up, Bernice," Trish waved her off.  "Go suck Marcel's
dick -- if you can find it."  The three of them moved off.

	Some distance away, they settled on a step.  "You okay, you dumb
fuck?" Pete asked.

	"Yeah, I'm good," Bobby nodded -- but he was looking at Trish.

	"Better stay out of that side of things for a while," Pete advised.

	"I've got no reason to go back," Bobby replied, his eyes not leaving
Trish's.

	"This won't be the last trouble," Trish warned.

	"Maybe not," Bobby replied.

	"What about Randy?" Pete asked.

	"That was never on," Trish answered.  "His choice."

	"What about the club?" Pete asked.

	"Talk to Toby," Trish replied, "Or Hank."  She was talking to Bobby,
though, not Pete.  "We can, um, talk about it later."

	Pete wasn't stupid.  "You'll be okay here," he said, standing.  "I'll
see you later."  He moved off.

	Bobby was waiting.  "Membership in the club isn't, um, necessarily
voluntary," Trish muttered.

	"I guess I'm not surprised," Bobby replied.  "I mean, I never
expected ANYBODY to volunteer to have sex with me."

	"I did.  The second time," Trish said quietly.

	"So... A third time?"

	"Tonight."  Trish paused.  "I might have to do someone else..."

	"Besides me?"

	"Yes.  Besides you.  Maybe, if you talk to Toby or Hank -- or
Randy..."

	"Just tell me."

	"They caught a bunch of us doing something we shouldn't have -- so
now we're sex slaves.  It's blackmail," Trish explained.  "If we're together,
they might throttle back or let it go -- or at least kind of get permission
from you...  That's kind of what I see going on."

	"Is there that much passing around?" Bobby asked.

	"Except for parties, no," Trish replied.  "Especially not if you're
taken.  I wasn't."

	"You are now," Bobby told her.  "I'll talk to Toby."

	"Okay."

	"Look, if you're just doing this because I pushed it, or because of
this other thing..."

	"No, I like you -- you're kind of sweet.  But I was worried about..."
She waved at the various clusters of people awaiting the bell, "that..."

	"If we're really together, that won't last," Bobby declared.

	"Not for people who know about it," Trish agreed, "but there will
always be someone who is surprised."

	"Tough."  Bobby put an arm around her.  "They need to get their shit
together and stop being assholes.  But it's not up to me to teach them."

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	Bobby cornered Toby after second period.  "About Trish..."

	"What?" Toby blinked, surprised.  Bobby knew?

	"Trish -- you know.  Trish Horner."

	"So you know."

	"Yeah."  Bobby gathered himself.  "She says some of the girls aren't
volunteers."

	"Yeah," Toby nodded.  "I wasn't that hot on the idea, but they
presented us with an opportunity."

	"That's bad shit, Man."

	"That 'bad shit' got you and Trish together," Toby retorted.  "And
you wouldn't be the only ones."

	"Yeah, well, maybe..."

	"No maybe about it," Toby insisted.  "It's the way it was.  She'd
have never touched you in a million years."

	"So what are you saying?"

	"I'm saying I don't want to have to take any more crap about it!"
Amy had made Toby touchy.  "Trish isn't the only one you've done -- and NONE
of them are volunteers!"

	"I want her out."

	"No."

	"Why not?"

	"The group is secret -- and needs to STAY that way," Toby insisted.
"Just about everybody in the group has a skeleton in their closet -- one
known to the group -- to keep their mouths shut.  I can't have her blabbing
-- the fact that she told you anything is already a problem.  And we need a
grip on YOU now!"

	Bobby grimaced.  "We're together now.  I don't want her loaned out
all the time."

	Even carrying the fact that he had Amy to justify in the back of his
mind, Toby took the hard line.  "First, you need to become a full member of
the group.  Second, Damian's girl gets loaned out, and Terence's, and Clint's
and Lon's does booth duty -- do I need to go on?  Under normal conditions, no
problem -- you get the right to claim she's fenced -- but not for parties.
Otherwise, the entertainment is... limited.  And you took advantage of that
entertainment, you know?  You were living off the fat of the land..."

	Bobby grimaced.  "What do I have to do to join the club?"

	"I'll get back to you," Toby replied.  "Usually, we have the new
member do something highly embarrassing and probably illegal on video --
usually involving sex.  Something you do NOT want to get out, obviously.
With guys, it's easy if you want to take the low road..."

	"Like what?"

	"Well, sucking a dick isn't illegal, but it isn't something a lot of
guys want made public..."

	"Ugh."

	"Yeah.  We're working on other options.  Some of the guys had special
circumstances that made it all easy -- and sometimes we hold them by proxy."

	"What does that mean?"

	"It means we have something on a relative, not you personally.  If
you knew more about the group, you'd understand.  Probably most of us guys
aren't nailed directly, but we have relatives we'd rather not see jailed or
in a media circus."

	"I wish I knew what you were talking about," Bobby complained.

	"Tonight, maybe?  I'll go easy on Trish, if I can.  Besides, if
you're doing her, she's busy, right?" Toby grinned.

	Bobby grinned back.  "There IS that..."

	"Not everybody is a prisoner," Toby told him.  "We brought in a
female volunteer just last night."

	"Good to know, I guess," Bobby mused, "but why?"

	"Some girls are never going to get any attention with their clothes
on," Toby replied.

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	"Sally's a whack job," Misha declared.  "Letting Lon run her like
that..."

	Miriam glanced over at the table where the pair were sitting, hip to
hip.  Lon was rubbing Sally's thigh, it looked like.  "Give it a break,
Misha!  You would probably be under the table, blowing him!"

	"Hey!"

	"All I'm saying is she read the price tag and she's paying it.  What
would YOU pay?"

	"No that."

	"No?"  Miriam eyed her.  "Okay.  Tad Travis.  Let's say I have the
inside scoop on a party he's going to.  Let's say the whole football team is
gonna be there.  Let's say it's a masked party -- all the girls wear masks so
they can't be identified.  Let's say you can get in, but you have to have sex
with somebody, sometime that night -- and you can't control who -- you have
to take the luck of the draw.  You could end up with Tad, or you could end up
with Alonzo Perry or Pete Phifer -- or that Vince guy, or Toby Tolliver, the
trainer or water boy, or whatever.  There are two rules -- you do what you're
told, and you can't tell a boy who you are unless he asks you directly
because he's interested in you.  Do you go and take a chance on having your
brains fucked out for nothing, or do you stay home and whine about how you
can never meet guys?"

	"Are you nuts?" Misha ranted.  "No thanks!"

	"Um, wait a minute," Donna Travers muttered, wiping her nose.  She
had horrible allergies and her nose was always red.  "I go to this party --
and what happens?"

	Miriam waved a hand.  "Let's make it awful for Misha.  You get naked.
You wear a hood or a mask or something, so nobody can see your face.  You do
what you're told -- and you're there for sex, so you're gonna get told to
give blow jobs and ride cocks.  There are a dozen other girls there doing the
same stuff, so you're not alone.  The guys have one rule -- they can't find
out who you are unless they're willing to take you out -- in public -- and be
seen with you -- let's say, twice.  If he DOES ask, you get to give him a
card that has a code on it or something that whoever running things can use
to identify you.  Of course, if you don't want him, you just don't give him a
card...  Remember, every guy there is on the football team or has some other
reason for being famous and being there."

	"So," Donna dabbed at her nose thoughtfully, "I go and I have sex
with one, two -- maybe several guys.  If one of them likes me, I get to go
out on two public dates with him."

	"Right," Miriam nodded.  "That's your chance to lock him down."

	"He'll know you fuck around!" Misha erupted.

	"Yeah, but nobody else will," Miriam pointed out.  "We'll say there's
a secrecy clause -- if he lets that out, he can't ever go back or something."

	"He'll want to fuck on the dates!" Misha argued.

	Donna turned, looked Misha dead in the eye, and said, "I fail to see
your point.  I already fucked him once, didn't I?"

	Misha ranted, "Why are you even talking about this stupid fantasy?"

	"Because," Donna replied.  "When I go to dances, I end up standing
along the wall all night watching other people dance!  This thing..." she
waved her dirty Kleenex at Miriam, who flinched, "I could run wild at this
thing and nobody would know.  And boys would be all over me!"

	"And the sex?" Misha countered, her arms crossed over her small
chest.

	Donna rolled her eyes and replied, "Well, I COULD wait until I was
forty..."  Little Anita Shepherdson giggled.  Donna sighed.  "The only
problem with this is that they would probably have to put me in an extremely
dark room, with my ass..."  Donna had a good-sized ass -- and she tended to
walk pigeon-toed, which only accentuated it.

	"I couldn't do the room," Anita lisped.  Anita was dirty-blonde, and
skeletal, with eyeglasses, serious braces on her teeth and acne scars on her
cheeks -- and was just as pigeon-toed as Donna.  "No one would find me."  She
turned to Miriam.  "But if you find this party, you call me, okay?"

	"You'd probably catch some big black guy!" Misha snorted.

	"How big?" Donna laughed, measuring out several inches between her
hands, "Like that?"  Anita giggled, a high-pitched sound intermixed with
snorts.  Miriam flashed a triumphant look to her left.

	And Amy, who had been silently party to the entire conversation,
looked thoughtful.