Chapter 106
More matches made (Heaven & Hell)

Eleven p.m. had come and gone, and, despite the fact that the prom had been quite successful from almost everyone's point of view, the on-site activity was starting to shut down. Some couples found themselves constrained to leave - limo arrangements had included a pickup time, for instance, or they were hosting an after-prom party that hadn't forecasted the success of the main event. The four couples gathered at the table were in no hurry, however; they had confirmed reservations for their suites, and their own transport. The band was still kicking for a bit longer, and the D.J was talking about hanging out until 12:30. Basically, things were getting less crowded and more romantic as the dissatisfied wandered out with the previously committed. Rick and Mandi were dancing, as were Jackie and Terry. Tim had wandered off to pee and get Dolores a Coke, and Bobby and Dina were making a minor spectacle of themselves as usual, relying on the fact that the table was hidden from the door to cover their activity. Dolores grinned, looking on while Bobby slid Dina's skirt up to the point that the high back vent allowed open access, and was playing with her ass as she sat across his legs. Dina wasn't impeding this effort in the least, but rather chuckling and making noises designed to create an uproar.

Tim came back and Dolores pouted, "Sugar, why don't you play with MY ass?"

"It'll wrinkle your skirt all up..." Tim observed.

"So? Who cares?" Dolores retorted.

"Fine by me - but I don't want to hear about it later," Tim rumbled, plopping into a chair. "Are you bare-assed under there?"

"Um, no..." You could almost hear Dolores cursing her luck.

"Well, come over here next to me and hike up your skirt, and I'll shuck your panties for ya. Bobby and Dina don't have to be the ONLY racy couple in this place!"

Dolores' frown deepened. "Damn! Sugar, I'm wearing pantyhose!"

"With or without panties?" Tim demanded.

"Um, without," was the response.

"Care about 'em?"

"Uh, no, Sugar."

"Then put your shoe up here on my leg and I'll unbuckle it," Tim announced.

Bobby and Dina looked on in amusement as Tim took off first one, then the other shoe. "Okay, Baby, gather your skirt so I can get under there!"

Dolores crushed both sides of her wide skirt, bunching it toward her waist. Then to a chorus of catcalls, Tim proceeded to work her pantyhose all the way to her ankles. "Now, bend at the waist," he directed, " 'cause I'm gonna mess with you while you get 'em over your ankles!" And he proceeded to sit there, cupping her pussy while she worked her feet out of the hose.

Bobby and Dina had a ringside seat, and Bobby couldn't resist a comment. "Kinda furry, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but it's soft," Tim replied blandly, playing up. "See? It's all downy!" He riffled a spot alongside Dolores' vaginal opening, where the hairs were fine and silky.

Bobby decided to take things to the next level. "Oh, cool! Lemme see!" He reached out...

But Dolores had had enough. "Don't you DARE, Bobby McCormick!" she screeched, straightening - and overbalanced and fell into Tims lap! Everybody roared. Having glared at Bobby, Dolores attempted to demonstrate her aplomb by placidly completing the removal of her pantyhose from her left ankle. She then handed them to Tim, who nonchalantly placed them in an inside jacket pocket, to muffled applause. He then proceeded to wrinkle the Hell out of the back of Dolores' skirt, so that he could highly visibly stick his hand beneath. Finally, grinning an evil grin, he began a series of pinches on Dolores' butt that caused her to hop and squeal - but she couldn't get away; he had the back of her gown in a firm grip! "Be careful what you ask for..." he reproved, grinning while Dolores hopped, going "Ooh! Aah!"

Bobby grinned while Dina picked up purposeful movement, headed their way. "Incoming!" she announced.

Amy Kelleher was a sweet looking brunette, about 5'7", with a gently rounded form highlighted by a set of 36D breasts. Those had come on early, making her a prime target of male attention when other girls were just exhibiting buds. Amy was no stranger to sex, having been deflowered as a freshman by a fast-talking junior because, well, Amy wasn't the brightest bulb in the circuit. While characterizing her as stupid or retarded would be unfair, she was definitely seriously naïve, and had a somewhat limited capacity. So Dina's interest was piqued when Amy bore down upon the group. "Hi, Dina!" she announced brightly.

"Hi, Amy, what's up?" Dina responded.

Amy got serious right away. "I've been watching. I know what you're up to. I want you to set me up with Rob."

Dina blinked, then shook her head sadly. "I figure Mary Eikenberry just about has Rob sewed up, Honey. Besides, you don't want Rob."

"No?" Amy was nonplussed. "But I let Ted go home..." Amy had allowed Ted Phipps to believe that he was going to bed her if he brought her here (merely by not contradicting him), then disabused him of the notion soon after arrival. Megan Wheatley had whispered something in his ear and he had suddenly found an urgent need to leave. Dina had watched that development from a distance with approval; Ted and Megan deserved each other - both were sharks of one form or another - to have them working on each other was to save their prey. But Amy had allowed it because she was on a mission. She wasn't stupid - she knew what Ted wanted, and what he would do when he failed to get it - but she needed the visibility, so she took the risk. Claudette's explosive break with Rob had led her to dream big - but now, Dina was telling her that it was all a mistake... "Wh-why not?" she asked, finding the dream difficult to let go of.

"Listen to Mama Dina," Dina confided. "Rob is big man on campus right now, but very soon he's going to be just another silver-tongued nobody. Football doesn't pay the bills, and to keep Rob from fooling around on you, you'd have to be smarter than he is." Amy pouted a bit, and Dina continued gently, "I'm not trying to be mean - just honest. You know that, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but..." Amy was now showing some signs of desperation. "What do I do now?"

"Will you take Mama's advice?" At Amy's nod, Dina frowned, thinking. "You don't want to go for the median - they'll just be unhappy that you're not more help to them. What you need is someone who can celebrate you for what you are, without judging you. Somebody REALLY smart, who can handle all of that stuff for you himself and feel good about it, rather than being pissed at you for not keeping up with him - because, after all, no one else does!"

"Okay, I get that..." Amy ventured.

"Bobby, go get my brother - or Terry - or both! I want to be sure about this..." Dina hopped up, and Bobby climbed out of the chair and headed for the dance floor. Turning to Amy, she announced, "See? Case in point: Bobby isn't generally well thought of, but he compliments me nicely. I want to show off - he'll help, rather than get upset. He has a big mouth - but if you listen to him and don't have a thin skin, you find he's just being blatantly honest. I can deal with that. We need to find someone who needs you as much as you need him - someone whose skills compliment yours!"

The current song had just ended, which did Bobby's work for him. "Dina wants to see you two," he announced, picking up Rick and Terry with his eyes. Jackie and Mandi shared a look. They weren't threatened in any way by Dina, but it's nice to know what's going on...

"What's up, Sis?" Rick asked. The other three clustered behind him.

"Just a sec," Dina told Amy, and stepped away, pulling Rick with her. Addressing Rick and Terry, she announced, "I need a real hothouse mind - someone who'd be thrilled to get Amy, and not judge her for her faults."

"Hmmm, short-term? Long-term?" Rick asked.

"Long term - I want it to WORK!" Dina declared.

Rick glanced at Terry, who announced, "Jimmy Hightower!"

Dina thought about it. Jimmy didn't look like much - medium sized, but thin and lanky, freckled. A little myopic. But under that unkempt brown hair was a first class brain, by all accounts. Terry should know - they'd gone head to head in several competitions... He'd fill out, in a couple of years, too. In the meantime, he wasn't much of a social animal - might not even BE here... "Is he here?"

"Yeah," Bobby replied. "Over by the refreshments, with Danny the Wop."

"This might work," Dina mused. "There might be problems... Danny, for instance... What do you think, Big Brother?"

"Could be decent," Rick hazarded. "Amy needs someone to do her thinking for her, without strain. Jimmy needs a mama - or at least a firm, steady base from which to build his confidence..."

"And keep him from being constantly distracted by his hormones!" Terry laughed. "Jimmy's a genius - but he's also a walking, talking hard-on without an outlet! One day soon, he's gonna explode!"

"Oh? Decently equipped?" Dina asked. Might be important...

"Bigger than me, I think," Terry measured out seven or eight inches between his hands. "Bigger than Danny, believe it or not."

"Okay, Terry, hang out with us while I pitch him to Amy. Then maybe you can help Bobby pitch the flip side?" Dina asked. "It's all about setting expectations..."

Terry glanced at Jackie. "I'll help Dina," she announced. "You guys stay in earshot, but don't let on too much." She turned her attention to Dina, "Right?"

"Right." Dina returned to Amy. "Had to get the male viewpoint - but it appears that I was right. Jimmy Hightower."

"Jimmy?" Amy frowned. "He's not much to look at..."

"He needs your fashion sense." Dina replied.

"He's never said two words to me!" Amy whined.

"He doesn't know how. He needs you to bring him along." Jackie fielded this one.

"Jimmy's a good choice," Dina counseled. "He's going places, but he needs a good stable woman to help him learn to be comfortable around people. And he's loyal; if you give him what he needs, he'll never look at another woman. That might be important in a few years." Dina, who was holding Amy's eyes, let hers drop to Amy's cleavage for a moment.

Amy took the hint. At seventeen, Amy was already past her prime. The breasts that had garnered her so much attention when she was thirteen had already begun to sag - stretchmarks showed along the insides, in the dress she was wearing. Dina figured Amy's first child would bring forty pounds with it that would never go away. The look in Amy's eyes said that she knew it, too. "Thelma's gonna give me Hell," she mumbled.

"Thelma? Thelma Frankel?" Dina asked. "That's right - you two run together, don't you? What'll her problem be?"

"Oh, everything!" Amy grinned. "I'll have a boyfriend, and she won't. What in the Hell do I expect to do with HIM? She'll have a list of his faults a mile long. Stuff like that."

"Hmmmm..." Dina's eyes twinkled. 'FrankenThelma' was well known for her waspishness. She was bony, had an unfortunate nose, and a sharp tongue, but she was bright and energetic... "So, tell the truth. Does she like men? Really?"

"Yeah," Amy sighed, "They just don't like her. She's a hard case, but it's because she knows she's shit out of luck... She had this big fantasy that she was going to lose her cherry tonight... She's gonna be Hell on Wheels." Amy mused, obviously not looking forward to it, "The only person I ever saw get the best of her was her Pop. He'd take her shit for a while, then reach out and smack her one - then she'd settle down for a while."

"So, if she got a man, she might mellow a bit - especially if he could deal with her occasional shit-storms, one way or another?" Dina's smile grew wicked.

"Yeah..." Amy could smell the smoke. "At least, I think so..."

"Go get her. I'm gonna shoot for the moon - fix ALL your problems!" Dina was beside herself. As Amy moved off, she turned to Bobby and Terry. "Go get Jimmy - and bring the Wop!"

Terry blinked, but moved off, but Bobby hung back a moment. "You thinking what I THINK you're thinking?"

Dina nodded. "I'm gonna hang FrankenThelma off the Wop! He's perfect for her - thick skinned, but if she pisses him off, he'll do what's necessary. He'll take charge, from sheer size - and she'll have to learn to manipulate him to get her way, which is sure to sweeten her disposition... And they BOTH get to hang out with their friends!"

"A regular group dynamic!" Bobby enthused, "Sweet!"

"I don't think you'll have any problem selling Jimmy Amy," Dina mused, "But even Danny is gonna be leery of Thelma! Tell him if he puts the thumb on her right away, he might get off on the right foot. I sure hope he likes them thin... Best get going - I'm not sure Terry can carry even the easy parts off alone."

Jimmy saw them coming, and nudged Danny. "We've got company. I can't imagine what they're up to... I trust Terry, but he's with Bobby McCormick."

"Aw, Bobby's awright!" Danny replied, scowling. "He's straight up." Danny the Wop had a last name with half of the alphabet in it that ended in 'ski' or something, and was probably of eastern European descent, but he LOOKed like a Mafia hood - the type that was all muscle. A broken nose made him look a lot more sinister than he really was, and he hung around Jimmy, protecting him from physical threats because Jimmy was nice to him, and treated him like a human being. Danny's horizons were limited, and he knew it - but he also knew that Jimmy would take care of him mentally the way he protected Jimmy physically. Danny would, therefore, go to the wall for Jimmy, and believed - correctly - that it was mutual.

In fact, if pressed. Danny would go a good deal further - because during a camping outing with his cousins several years previously, Danny had discovered that he was bisexual. Danny liked girls, but they'd thus far been unattainable; that left the score at Boys - 1, Girls - 0. And while he didn't have any romantic notions regarding his best friend, watching Jimmy suffer from doing without for the last couple of years had been painful. The only thing keeping Danny from offering to take care of the problem was his very real fear that it would destroy their friendship.

The pair watched Terry and Bobby approach warily, so Bobby decided it was not time to pretend to be casual. "Hey, guys, we gotta proposition for ya - literally!"

Jimmy was suspicious, "Yeah, right!" Danny was still putting it together - he held his piece and let Jimmy lead.

"No, Bobby's serious," Terry interjected. "There are girls around here that don't want to go home from the prom without at least dancing, too. Dina got to talking with a couple of them, and, well..."

"Your name came up," Bobby finished, looking at Jimmy.

Danny had caught up. "Probably dogs," he opined.

Terry winced, but Bobby regarded Jimmy nonchalantly, "Amy Kelleher..."

Jimmy went on full alert. Suddenly, he looked like a fox terrier straining at his leash. - but that leash was between his ears. "Amy?" he wondered suspiciously, "What's the game?"

Danny watched his friend, knowing that whatever the game was, it was already on. Amy was a favorite topic of Jimmy's private fantasies - Danny couldn't think of anything south of selling his soul that would keep Jimmy from availing himself of this opportunity to make his dreams reality.

"No game!" Terry responded. "Amy showed up with some wild plan to get hooked up with Rob - but Dina convinced her that you were a better long-term prospect."

'Long term' rocked Jimmy, but he held out. "Why me?"

"Amy's real sweet, but she's not the brightest bulb in the circuit," Bobby amplified. "She needs somebody who can cover her action without strain." Terry glanced at Danny, who assumed a wary look. "The flip side," Bobby continued, "is that she won't feel threatened by it - she'll be grateful."

"What does she bring to the table?" Danny asked, warily.

"Aside from the obvious?" Bobby chuckled. "She's a whole lot more comfortable around people than you two are - you might take her advice where people are concerned, and in other stuff, like how to look decorative..."

"This sounds like a lot more than a dance!" Jimmy worried. "How do you figure..."

"Hey, no guarantees!" Bobby waved his hands. "But we're working from a long-term perspective, and Dina's convinced her to at least consider it... The ball's in your court."

"What's in it for you?" Danny demanded, suspiciously reacting to a serious threat.

Terry handled it. "Dina likes to meddle. And she likes to succeed!"

Bobby nodded. "The fix is in - at the very least, you know she'll dance with you. Where you go from there is up to the two of you."

Jimmy nodded. The bait wasn't just taken, it was halfway to his stomach!

"Now for the bad news," Bobby announced, shifting his regard to Danny. "Thelma."

"FrankenThelma? I KNEW there was a dog involved, somewhere..." Danny growled.

"Yeah, she's a bitch..." Bobby started.

"A yapping bitch!" Danny retorted.

"But a bitch, by definition IS female..." Bobby dangled the bait. "Maybe you can shut up the yapping by shoving your dick in her mouth!" Jimmy and Terry both instinctively snorted laughter.

Danny grinned, "Now THERE'S a thought..." He gazed at the floor, obviously imagining Thelma kneeling there with her mouth full.

"Okay, look. Amy says Thelma's got this big fantasy thing going - wanted to lose her cherry tonight, all romantic," Bobby confided. "You see any applicants standing in line over there?" He glanced over to where Thelma, red-faced, was apparently warming up a harangue for Amy.

Danny looked, too. "Not likely," he grunted.

"Exactly!" Bobby purred, grinning. "Now, Thelma has exactly zero options, unless you offer to help her with her little problem. That puts YOU in the driver's seat! One thing I got out of Amy and Dina's initial conversation is the idea that Thelma's temper is partially the result of a twitchy clit! You use your dipstick to check the oil in her pussy a couple of times, and who knows?"

Bobby let Danny absorb the idea for a bit before adding, "Besides, she's Amy's best friend - and you're Jimmy's. It might keep things from getting strained..." The overt meaning, that it would keep Thelma off Jimmy's back, was clear to both of them; only Danny caught the subtext - that creating a foursome would keep Jimmy from having to choose between Amy and himself.

Danny nodded, sold. "What am I gonna do about that nose?"

Bobby shrugged, "If you keep her, get her a nose job. It'll be another reason for her to be grateful." Somehow, he forbore mentioning Danny's...

Amy was in heavy weather. It had all started when she returned from talking to Dina. "C'mon, let's go see Dina."

"Why? She got magic potions or something?" Thelma jeered. "I don't see Rob..."

"Yeah, well, apparently she isn't up for miracles," Amy replied, looking momentarily glum. "But she's got a plan for something that IS doable, and I'm gonna try it."

"Oh? Who in the Hell did she promise you? The band leader? He'd be good - for the night!" Thelma had been standing around for three hours, and she was in rare form.

"Dina convinced me that Rob wasn't a good long-term bet, either," Amy explained. "She said I ought to look into somebody whose talents compliment mine. Somebody steady."

"I can't WAIT to hear this!" Thelma chortled derisively.

Pinned, Amy came out with it, "Jimmy Hightower."

"Jimmy Hightower! Supernerd?" Thelma put a hand to her cheek and rolled her eyes. "Man! What a catch!"

"Okay, Jimmy's a brain. Stupid people don't get rich - unless they have some other talent. Rob's only talents are looks, a silver tongue, and football. And he isn't THAT good at football..." Amy asserted.

"Okay, so maybe Jimmy's prospects ARE better than Rob's," Thelma countered. "He still ain't much to look at."

Amy shrugged. "So I'll teach him how to dress. It'll be a challenge. Which one of the two would be more likely to leave me at the drop of a hat? Rob? Or Jimmy?"

"You've got a point," Thelma conceded, then spoiled it with, "I wouldn't be likely to split either, if I was Jimmy..." She leered, "How are you gonna pry him loose from Danny the Wop?"

"I'm not," Amy giggled, "You are!"

"What?" Thelma turned bright red. "Danny the Wop?! I DON'T THINK SO!"

Amy was used to Thelma's tirades. "Why not?"

"He's HUGE!"

"And that's bad?"

"He's ugly as sin!"

"Oh, come on, he's not THAT bad!"

"He's - I dunno..."

"That's right, you don't!" Amy replied coolly. "Besides, he's got one thing going for him - Dina thinks he can be convinced to dance with you." Amy turned away, headed back toward Dina and Bobby.

Thelma let herself be towed along, just to be able to continue complaining. "You make it sound like a fate worse than death!"

"You make it LOOK like one!" Amy retorted.

"I do not!" Thelma replied hotly.

"You do too!" Amy smiled to take the sting out of her words. "What boy in his right mind would want to suffer under one of your harangues?" Arriving at Dina's table, she turned to her, "Dina, help!"

Dina eyes Thelma under a sardonically raised brow. "What's the matter?"

"You're trying to fix me up with Danny the Wop! THAT'S 'what's the matter'!"

"What's wrong with that?" Dina inquired archly.

"He's fuckin' huge!" Thelma started her laundry list.

"So I'm out of pissants," Dina retorted flatly. "Who's gonna move your furniture? You?" She eyed Thelma's spare form disparagingly.

Thelma opened her mouth to defend herself, stopped, and returned to her laundry list. "He's fuckin' ugly! That nose! Jesus!"

Dina nipped that one in the bud. "Reality check!" she exclaimed, then reached out and honked Thelma's somewhat droopy olfactory organ, hard.

"Hey!" Thelma blinked suddenly watery eyes. "That hurt!"

"I needed to adjust your attitude," Dina said harshly. "I don't see any trophies from beauty pageants on YOUR shelf! Face it Thelma, you don't have a lot of options!"

"I do too!" Thelma produced the retort automatically.

Dina gestured for her to continue. "Out with 'em."

"I, uh..."

"Have you danced yet tonight?"

"No..."

Dina pounced again. "When's the last time you did?" Watching the look of evasion cross Thelma's face, she added, "With a boy?"

Thelma hung her head. "So, okay, maybe I'm not rolling in boyfriends."

"You don't even have applicants!" Dina sneered. "So if I produce a boy who is willing to dance with you - once - I'm doing better than you have in years! Do you really think you can afford NOT to take him up on it?"

Amy drew a breath to defend her friend, but Dina glanced up and shook her head. Jackie tugged Amy's arm, then whispered in her ear, "It's necessary - or Thelma will piss Danny off immediately. Let Dina shrink her head a bit." Amy nodded.

Thelma stood there, looking somewhat underinflated. "I guess not..." she husked.

"Damn right!" Dina hissed. "Mr. America isn't gonna spare you a second glance - unless he's looking for something to scare off crows! I'm handing you a glass that has water in it to the halfway point. You need to concentrate REAL HARD on seeing it as half full!"

Thelma smoothed the top of her green prom dress. "Okay," she replied, sulkily.

"Smile, damn you!" Dina hissed, "You can rant and rave at him AFTER you've hooked him with..." She rolled her eyes, "Christ, I don't even know what you're gonna use!"

Bobby offered last-minute advice to the males as they approached: "Jimmy, don't outsmart yourself. If you're too gallant, she won't take it the way you mean it - she'll just think you're not interested. Try a couple of things. Don't be too subtle - she can always slap your hand." He grinned, "You're not as obnoxious as I am - I can't see you doing anything that she'll REALLY be offended by. If you're lucky, she'll take the lead at some point. Relax and enjoy her. Mess with her neck - girls LOVE that!"

"Huh?" Jimmy didn't QUITE get it...

"Kiss it, nibble on it - gives 'em chills." Bobby amplified. Turning to Danny, he sighed. "You've got your work cut out for you."

Danny grunted agreement. "Dunno what the fuck I think I'm doin'."

"I'd get her off-balance right away. Let her know YOU know she's up the creek, and you're doing her a favor. Push her to keep her mouth shut, or you're gone. Later on, you'll have to come up with other tactics - maybe a ball gag!" Bobby grinned from ear to ear. "Picture this: Thelma, big eyes over a ball gag, while you pump her ass, doggy style!"

"Jeezus, what a picture!" Danny was still grinning as they closed on the girls. Catching Thelma's eye, he wiped it away, leaving a sardonic expression.

Jimmy laid eyes on Amy and started sweating bullets! 'God!' he thought, 'Look at that body!' Tongue-tied, he started down range: "H-hi, Amy. Do you - that is... uh..."

Dina, strategically positioned, winked at Amy, and she picked up smoothly, "Do I want to dance? Sure!" She took the unresisting boy's hand and led him off.

Thelma's somewhat disgusted observation of this exchange was cut short by a large hand closing on her forearm, dragging her toward the dance floor. "Hey!" she shrieked, shaking loose, "What the Hell?"

Danny rounded on her, "Do you want to dance, or don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

Danny made a production of looking around him. "I don't see a line. If you want to dance, it's gonna have to be with me." He stuck out his hand.

Thelma gingerly placed her hand in his big paw, expecting it to be crushed. It wasn't, but it did pull her insistently onto the dance floor. "You don't have to treat me like a sack of potatoes!" she whined.

Danny pulled her to him and gazed down upon her from beneath beetled brows, "Shut. Up."

Thelma wrenched herself away again. "Hey! I don't have to take that!"

"No, you don't," Danny said reasonably. "You can make a scene, and the next time you're this close to a man, you'll be thirty. Or you can come over here, quit your bitching, and we can see if we can enjoy each other's company. It ain't like either of us have anything to lose."

Thelma glared, but Danny just stood there, looking at her. Five seconds passed. Danny telegraphed motion just as Thelma stepped forward, which caused a near collision. Thelma opened her mouth, but Danny said "Shhh! If it ain't nice, don't say it." Thelma subsided. Her self-esteem had taken enough hits in the past five minutes to stop a tank. The pair began moving cautiously about the floor.

Jimmy Hightower was suspended between Heaven and Hell. Being this close to Amy Kelleher was a dream come true - maybe better! But Jimmy was scared to death that he'd blow his big chance by doing or saying something stupid. When they arrived on the floor, he dithered while he tried to figure out how close Amy would want to dance. He was trying to figure out if he was too close when he put his hands on her waist when Amy took control of the situation by sliding her hands up his arms and pulling him in close. Now he had those incredible breasts pressed against his chest, and he was so excited that he thought that he might explode at any moment!

Amy picked this up, (it wasn't hard - he was actually shaking), and murmured, "Relax, Jimmy, I don't bite...Well, maybe I nibble a little..." She smiled, coyly.

Inspiration struck! Jimmy whispered, "Like this?" in her ear, then proceeded to nibble at the junction of Amy's neck and shoulder.

"Oooohhh!" Amy, taken totally by surprise, melted. "Why, Jimmy Hightower!" she gasped, "I'll give you forty five minutes to stop that!"

Jimmy stopped, decoded the reaction correctly, and grinned from ear to ear. "I'll try not to take more than forty four and a half," he replied.

By then the shockwaves he was generating had already begun to have effects on Amy. Suddenly, the soft mounds pressed against Jimmy's chest developed hard little tips, unmistakable evidence that he had Amy's attention. Amy began to press herself against Jimmy in a more urgent fashion, which in turn had its effect on Jimmy. Amy discovered a simply amazing length of rock-hard flesh pressed against her belly from just above her pudenda almost all the way to her navel. Rubbing his back, she smiled and said, "Jeezus, Jimmy! How long is that thing? A foot?"

Jimmy, embarrassed, tried to back off - but Amy wasn't having any. She maintained her grip and rubbed her belly on the protrusion. "Well?" she prompted.

"I d-don't know," Jimmy stammered. "I've heard that it all depends on h-how you measure it. Eight and a half inches, maybe?"

Amy's eyes popped. "Really?"

"M-might be a little bigger right now," Jimmy allowed, "Things are a bit more ... exciting... than normal!" He leaned in and began working on Amy's ear in an effort to change the subject.

"Oh, God! Not the earlobe!" Amy's knees buckled as hot breath poured past her ear, "I c-can't stand it!"

Jimmy pulled back, smiling. "I shouldn't do that, then?"

"Not if I have to stand up!" Amy retorted. "Other times..." Her eyes held a hundred promises.

"There'll be other times?" Jimmy asked in wonder.

"I think so," Amy replied, smiling. "Many."

Jimmy tucked her against him, reveling in the smell of her hair and the soft skin of her back. 'If this is a dream,' he thought, 'I do NOT want to wake up!'

Bobby, watching from the sidelines while he held Dina on his lap, observed, "Amy and Jimmy seem to be getting along well."

Dina snorted. "That's a done deal. I'm watching the OTHER pair. They've provided quite a bit of entertainment already."

Thelma was starting to settle down. Whatever Danny's initial attitude had been, he was gentle enough, his big hands resting on her hips. Anger faded as she concentrated on the movements of the dance.

Danny was finding that a quiet Thelma wasn't too bad to have around. Certainly, holding her was pleasant enough. He began shifting his hands a bit, trying to get a surreptitious feel for her body. This effort was limited by the gingerly distance they were maintaining, however. Danny contented himself with a close-up examination of her neck and shoulders, and the dark ravine that plummeted between her admittedly small breasts.

Inevitably, given the pairs lack of experience with dance in general and each other in particular, there was a miscue, and Danny stepped on Thelma's foot. Thelma's head snapped up as she prepared to make a comment, but she quelled it at Danny's quiet, "Sorry!" Moments later he followed it with, "You've got nice looking feet, Thelma - I'll try to stay off of them." The comment was honest, and delivered virtually without thought - Danny had noticed them, displayed in two inch heels that were mostly straps, when he looked down to examine the damage.

The effect on Thelma was, well, odd. She was unused to ANY kind of compliment from males, so it was pleasing, but feet? Did Danny have some weird foot fetish? Did she care?

Meanwhile, Danny had been ruminating a bit. "Might be easier to anticipate one another if we were closer - even connected," he observed.

Thelma looked up at him, poker-faced, while she turned that one over in her head. Uncharacteristically, she didn't immediately go for an acidic comment - even SHE didn't know why; it just seemed like a good idea to comply with Danny's injunction to keep her mouth shut as long as things were going well. The thing that had her confused was that Danny's suggestion appeared to be totally artless. He didn't appear to be trying to get away with anything, but rather just trying to make the dance easier and more pleasant. After a moment, she nodded and moved in closer.

Danny took up the slack by moving one hand around her waist and the other somewhat gingerly upward to the middle of her back, where bare skin appeared above the top of the dress. Thelma was wearing a green, shoulderless item with a tube skirt, which emphasized her narrowness, but offered an opportunity to advertise the fact that she DID have breasts, even if they were 32As and that, however boyish, there was an ass back there. It wasn't large, either, but it was round... The item ended at her knees, which afforded a good view of her trim calves, too - but Danny was in a poor position for that at that point.

Thelma accepted the arrival of the large paw on her bare back with some surprise, but it was gentle... Besides, she was inventorying Danny. She'd expected him to be rock hard, but there was a silky smoothness over the iron core. It was... nice, she decided. Her splayed hands investigated his broad back.

Danny accepted this with some surprise. All in all, this was turning out somewhat different than expected. But he was unlikely to complain at being touched by a woman, so... He allowed HIS hands to drift, inventorying Thelma's surprisingly soft skin above, and the flattened sloping plane that marked the transition to her ass below.

Thelma noticed, but forbore comment. She really couldn't get over how gentle Danny's touch was - he looked like he was made of solid rock, after all... Both hands felt pleasant, but the one messing around near her coccyx was eliciting a slight tingle...

Proximity had Danny swimming in Thelma's perfume. She smelled nice, and there was a tangy underlayer there that he couldn't identify - but he didn't think it was perfume. All in all, it was intoxicating... He drifted in for another noseful, and...

Thelma noticed the activity; somehow it was like she'd developed eyes in her neck - her skin was transmitting all kinds of information on location, distance, temperature - stuff she'd never noticed cataloging from that location before. But her attention was elsewhere; she was working on shoulders, (God, they were HUGE!), approaching them from the rear, underneath. She sensed his inhalation, smiled a bit, then BAM! Soft lips caused electricity to dance along the nerves of her neck and shoulder and flash away to a dozen other spots all over her body!

Thelma froze, and Danny was just thinking 'What in the Hell did I do THAT for?' when suddenly she was in contact with him EVERYWHERE. The arms around his back clutched him to her, and she stepped in, grinding her pubic bone into his left thigh while hers enclosed it. Danny was forced to stop moving; otherwise they would have ended up on the floor! He recovered quickly, murmuring, "You like that, don't you?" in Thelma's ear.

Thelma didn't speak - she couldn't, her throat had closed. Suddenly all of the digs, the slights, the irritations, annoyances, pain - everything that had made her life miserable to this point receded. It was payback time! Thelma had just been exposed to joy, and by GOD she was going to experience it! She nodded her head, face buried in Danny's shoulder.

"You want more?" Danny asked. He was still somewhat surprised; he'd expected a sore face, sore shins, or both. The return nod was emphatic, but frankly, he really didn't need to ask; the woman - and Thelma WAS a woman, no doubt about it at THIS range! - seemed to be trying to merge with him at multiple points! Danny reveled in the unaccustomed feeling of being totally in control. Under the influence, he got cocky. "I won't leave a mark," he breathed in her ear, "...yet."

Danny again applied his lips to Thelma's neck, and she wriggled in delight! Danny was unprepared for his own reaction - 50,000 gallons of testosterone poured out of his glands, it seemed like! He slid his hands under Thelma's ass and basically lifted her from the floor - which was fortunate, for Thelma was all but humping his leg!

"Whoa!" Danny rumbled, "This is a little advanced for the dance floor! Next time, you can take off your shoes and put you feet on mine - or whatever..." He rose up, and Thelma pulled back a bit so she could see his face. "Let's pretend we're still just dancing for a bit." They began to move again, entwined this time. Danny repositioned his hands to some semblance of their earlier positions - not too close, though, for one hand never left the left cheek of Thelma's little round ass! Danny gazed into a pair of wide, brown pools that seemed to plead, beg. "We're not done yet," he assured her. "Maybe we should try kissing?"

There was a fractional nod, the eyes closed, and the chin came up, full lips pursed. 'Full lips?' Danny ruminated to himself. Somehow, Thelma's attitude had always caused him to expect a lipless slash of a mouth... He lowered his into place, questing, then closed his eyes to be able to concentrate better on what he was doing. He ran his tongue along Thelma's lips and they parted; teeth opened quickly, and Thelma's tongue came out to play. She had no idea what she was doing - that much was certain - but enthusiasm was undeniable. Their tongues dueled and fenced, and played hide and seek - their owners totally forgot to dance! Finally, someone remembered to breathe...

"Jeezus!" Bobby wondered, "How in the Hell did THAT happen?"

Dina was grinning from ear to ear. "Thelma's just realizing how much she needs a man! They keep going at that rate, and she's going to find her knees up around her shoulders before the nights over!"

"The Wop ain't complaining too much about it, either!" Bobby chuckled.

"Danny's a pretty decent sort - or he wouldn't be operating in Jimmy's orbit," Terry interjected. "I imagine Thelma's finding out just how nice!" He went back to nuzzling Jackie, who was giggling softly under the tickling touches.

"Looks like you're batting a thousand, Sis!" Rick approved.

"This one's a fucking miracle!" Dina laughed. "That pair's going to be interesting to watch develop!"

Jimmy tapped Danny on the shoulder as he and Amy went by. Danny surfaced and nodded, picking up Jimmy's glance at the refreshments. "Let's sit for a while, Thelma," he murmured, pointing out a table with his eyes. Jimmy noticed and altered Amy's trajectory to take up occupancy. Thelma allowed herself to be led from the floor and seated, apparently somewhat dazed. "Want a Coke?" Danny asked.

"Okay," Thelma mumbled, distracted, then shook herself, "Maybe a Sprite?"

"Sure!" Danny turned away, following Jimmy off.

Momentarily alone, Amy turned to Thelma, "How was Danny? Did you suffer a lot?"

"He was a right bastard!" Thelma complained, "Let me know right off that he KNEW I was desperate, and I'd better keep my big mouth shut! The things I do for you..."

Amy eyed Thelma oddly. The content was there, but there wasn't the usual fire; Thelma's outburst seemed pro-forma - certainly, it lacked heat. "Sound advice, in your case," she pointed out. That should strike a spark!

But Thelma had moved on, musing, "He's awful gentle, though. Who'd have thought?"

Amy examined Thelma as if she had two heads. "Whoa, you okay?" Thelma's eyes held a dreamy look that Amy could only remember seeing when she was wrapped up in fantasy.

Thelma shook herself, "Yeah, I'm okay. I'll even survive another few rounds. How was Jimmy?"

"Very, very nice!" Amy smiled, "A little training, and he'll be exceptional! I think I'll keep him!"

Thelma chuckled, "So, Little Jimmy has potential?"

"Little Jimmy has actual!" Amy's eyes sparkled as she raised her hands, measuring out several inches. "That part doesn't seem to be little at all!"

"Well!" Thelma approved, "That's nice! I haven't exactly met Danny's, but..." Suddenly her hands were twisting in her lap, "I think I might."

"Thelma..." Amy chided, "I'm getting the feeling that things went a whole lot better than you've managed to mention!"

"Yeah," Thelma's dreamy sigh spoke volumes. "Things started out rocky, but once we started dancing..." The eyes were again unfocused, "I...we...he..." Her eyes cleared, and she grinned as she locked eyes with Amy. "Any time you need me to throw myself into the breach to keep Danny occupied, I'll somehow manage to find the strength for one more go at it!" The pair burst into laughter.

"Amy's awesome!" Jimmy's eyes danced, "Incredible! I can't fucking believe it!" Then he settled down, and turned an apologetic face to Danny. "How's FrankenThelma?"

Danny looked shocky. "She's a big fucking surprise!"

"Huh?"

"I lowered the boom on her and she acted as expected - all pissed off. But she settled down, and we started dancing, and, well, she got...sweet!"

"Excuse me?" Jimmy was awash. "Thelma? Sweet?"

"Yeah..." Danny appeared to be as confused as Jimmy. "Everything seemed to be going well, so I tried the neck-nuzzling thing on her - and she came unglued! When she came back, she glued herself to me! And things got VERY pleasant, I can tell you!"

"I'll be damned!" Jimmy laughed. "That's a different Thelma from the one I met!"

"Me, too!" Danny agreed. "It's like she just..." He shook himself. "We're takin' them home, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I figure. Amy came with somebody else, but he's gone. Didn't know what he was missin', I guess," Jimy mused, "Why?"

"Just thinkin'," Danny replied. "I'm not in any hurry to take Thelma home." Danny smiled. "But if things keep heatin' up..." Danny paused. "I don't think I want Thelma's first time to be in the back of a car."

"Man!" Jimmy exclaimed, "Twenty minutes ago, this chick wasn't getting a dance! Now you're talking like the countdown clock's already running short to pop her cherry? That's pretty fast, man!"

"I've got a feeling..." Danny replied.

"Look, you aren't planning the four F's here, are you? That could get ugly!" Jimmy warned.

"Naw!" Danny waved it away. "You plannin' that for Amy?"

"Fuck, NO! I'm into this for as long as I can make it last!" Jimmy declared.

"Well, I'm lookin' at the same thing! If all Thelma needs is a little TLC to keep her sweet, I'm gonna see how long I can keep it goin'!"

Jimmy nodded, "We better get back."

"Stick" Williams staggered a bit as he entered the Men's Room; the hip flask that he had somehow managed to secrete despite pointed efforts at security was half-empty, and he hadn't shared with Draper. Surveying the place, he noted that the urinals were doing a brisk business - just as well; he figured he needed somewhere to lean, and maybe some privacy to retuck himself, anyway. He swaggered back around the corner to the stalls.

There were four; the end stall was apparently in use, but there was no noticeable smell, so he took the second in. He took a moment to get organized, closing the door, then unlimbered his long, narrow member and started a long, satisfying piss.

Bracing himself against the stall walls, he took a look around. There was a lot of graffiti - a bit of reading proved it to be a lot of POINTED graffiti. 'Looks like 'Help Wanted' for cocksuckers!' Stick thought to himself, grinning. Then he noticed it: The toilet paper holder was one of those fancy gadgets that held two rolls. When the first one was empty, you slid the second one out of storage and it locked in place - only THIS one didn't! The whole gadget had been rotated out of the way, revealing a nice wide Glory Hole! Stick repositioned a bit so he could see activity through it - sure enough, the guy in the next stall was beating his meat! Question was, was he a giver or a taker?

Stick had come with Draper, and despite the presence of a number of somewhat desperate girls, hadn't so much as scored a dance, between a certain lack of popularity and a painful shyness he didn't admit to. Getting a blowjob was more than he had come to expect from the evening - why not take advantage of the opportunity? 'Who knows, maybe feeding queers is a public service?' he chuckled to himself.

Teddy Frick was leaning well forward, trying to get a good look at the length of black meat holding forth in the next stall. Thus far, the evening had been dull - he'd only managed to get in one short suck of some nervous cretin who had pulled back and shot elsewhere. Now THIS was classic black meat, long and narrow, and...was it growing? THAT was a good sign! The owner had obviously taken in his surroundings and started to get excited! Whoever it was backed off a step, trying to continue to hit the toilet despite a stiffening erection, which provided Teddy an even better view! Nice cock! The owner jacked it a bit, not a good idea when you're trying to piss... but a good indicator that he was looking forward to other things...

Stick was watching the hole, now, and the shadows told him that the guy on the other side was humped over, watching. He backed off a bit trying to control his flow, but he was about done, anyway. Anticipation caused him to jack his foreskin back and forth a couple of times, which made things even worse... he had to concentrate on what he was doing to manage to get those last dribbles out without making a mess - obviously, he didn't want to piss all over the toilet if the very next thing he was gonna do was sit on the thing!

Stick finished up, then turned deliberately toward the gloryhole while he made a production of shucking his pants - and Teddy watched avidly. Wow! What a show!

When Stick bent down to settle his trousers around his ankles, he got a quick glimpse of brown curls; yeah, the little cocksucker was glued tight to the view, all right! Looked like a sucker - not a suckee - maybe he wouldn't have to fart around with him for ten minutes before everybody got comfortable...

Teddy was thinking much the same thing from his angle. The quick flash of Stick's face was understandably more anonymous - but Teddy didn't really want to know who it was, and CERTAINLY didn't want him to know who HE was... How he'd managed to avoid being stigmatized thus far had been part careful effort and part pure luck - only a couple of girls were sure, and they weren't the type that anyone paid any attention to. Tentatively, Teddy stuck his finger through the hole - and almost touched Stick's cock as he rose from dropping his pants!

'Hot shit! Enough with the preliminaries!' Stick stepped forward and six inches of narrow, black, still somewhat flexible cock flowed through the gloryhole!

Teddy gazed at his prize in wonder. He itched to jack back the foreskin and fully uncover the head, but guys tended to get nervous if the first thing you did was grab their dick through a wall - he didn't want to scare this one off! Gently, he moved forward and enveloped Stick's still partially covered glans in his mouth.

"Aaahhhh!" Stick was in Heaven! Man, that felt good! He grabbed the top of the partition separating the two stalls for balance and proceeded to crush his crotch against the barrier, feeding Teddy an additional couple of inches! Teddy took the hint, and tightening his lips, used them to retract Stick's foreskin from his glans by the simple expedient of working his mouth forward onto the shaft. When he backed off, Stick's cock seemed to grow to follow him; by the time he'd stroked him three times in this manner, Stick's foreskin was no longer an issue - his glans had swollen and the shaft had lengthened and hardened and Teddy was presented with ten inches of fully exposed cock!

Teddy was in Heaven, too! The hunk of man meat in his mouth was HUGE, and it was narrow enough that he could think about trying to get it into his throat... He began to work it, sliding his lips over the shaft from the crown to as deep as he could comfortably take it, tickling the underside with his tongue.

Stick was totally out of control! He'd wheedled a couple of blowjobs out of Beulah Tyrone before she discovered that his dick was too narrow to keep her happy, but they were NOTHING like THIS! THIS was FUCKING INCREDIBLE! He hung there, crushing himself against the partition, while the anonymous mouth did wonders with his poor, under-utilized meat.

Teddy gently reached through the gloryhole and collected Stick's heavy balls, fondling them gently while he held five inches of his shaft in the other hand and worked on the other five with his mouth. Teddy was having all kinds of ideas: Maybe this guy would want to go somewhere? Maybe he could suck him somewhere quiet and romantic? Maybe he could work up the nerve to try it in his ass... Teddy's own fat five and a half inches was at full attention - even a touch might set it off...

Nate Adams THOUGHT he was a shit-talker, but Stick was the real thing, and in his excitement, he turned it on: "Jeezus, that's a sweet mouth! You oughta advertise, there'd be a line around the block! Goddamn! I'd be in it all the time! Oh, yeah! If yo' ass is this good, I'm gonna put yo' in dresses an' you gonna be my new girlfriend! I dunno what we'll do wit' yo' cock, but you'll be Little Annie Tranny fo' ME, Baby!"

This might have pissed some people off, no matter WHAT their sexual preference, but it had the opposite effect on Teddy! What a turn-on! He redoubled his efforts, and Stick began to lose control of his legs as the urge to rapidly pound into something caused his knees to jump. Teddy backed off for a moment, gathering spit, and just as Stick was preparing to whine, he began his first attempt to lodge a cock in his throat! Getting it to the back of his mouth wasn't hard, but... Teddy lined things up as best he could and mustered the willpower to press forward.

On the other side of the partition, Stick's eyes got as big as saucers. It wasn't hard to tell that he was into new territory, and just the thought of it put him over the edge! "Oh, Shit, Baby, now yo' done it! I'm gonna flood your ass! I'm gonna shoot a quart o' spunk down that sweet throat! AaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAahhhhhh!"

Stick was as good as his word; Teddy had barely backed off from his effort when Stick's cock began to surge and shoot! Teddy locked his lips around the rim of his glans and tickled the sensitive underside while sucking in gobs of the potent ejaculate. What a cock! Simultaneously, a few quick jerks on his own fat erection sent it over the edge and Teddy emptied himself all over the partition wall, a couple of drops whitening the top of Stick's left loafer.

Stick began to recover, and backed away from his position crushed against the partition, gently extracting his testicles through the gloryhole - but Teddy was reluctant to release him. He continued to suck and nibble on the tip of Stick's flagging erection, leaving Stick suspended between Heaven and Hell as he teased sensation from his over-sensitive cock. Finally, Stick could take no more, gently extracting his cock and collapsing on the toilet seat to get his breath.

Teddy had been preparing for this; it was imperative that this person not get a grip on him - he might never get away! So Teddy had collected his trousers and tucked in his shirt, making himself at least passably presentable. When Stick collapsed, Teddy was almost instantly out of the end stall and quickly around the corner to the relative anonymity of the urinal area. There, he finished tuning his appearance and nonchalantly left the Men's Room.

Stick just didn't have it in him to follow quickly. Between the alcohol and the aftereffects of the incredible orgasm, he was momentarily flagged. But he vowed to himself that he would find 'that little cocksuckah' - that shit was too good! After a bit he got up, put himself back together, and shambled out of the stall.

Mary Nalley was strawberry blonde, freckled, and, well, fat. She had a sweet face and a sweet disposition, but a godawful unfortunate body from the neck down. Just now, it was encased in something pink with a ruffled skirt that made an upside down V at about mid-thigh in front and swept down and around to a dragging train behind. Since her knees weren't TOO bad, and her ankles were merely thick, this was a pretty fair display; the top was fairly modest, since unfortunately Mary didn't even get away with the big bust that most fat girls were capable of advertising. Mary had dugs - wide, triangular rolls with nipples dripping from the tips that would have looked better on an old fat man than a young fat woman. Mary thanked God for sports bras; they were the only support that approached being comfortable to the floppy things. They weren't worth a damn for creating a cleavage from, so she just covered them up - at least there were lumps under there, somewhere. Lumps - or rolls - were something Mary had in plenty between her neck and waist, and the relatively modest ones made by her bust virtually disappeared against the three or four rolls between there and her lower belly. Objectively, neither they, nor Mary herself for that matter, were THAT huge - they were just there, jiggling, forcing her out of shape. She'd been known to joke (in private, with other girls) that with the proper outfit she'd look like a certain female entertainer in Star Wars that had four rows of tits... Oddly enough, her back, though modestly broad, was relatively flat, but it led to an unfortunately blocky ass. Small, delicate extremities only accentuated the thickness of her midsection.

By age twelve, Mary knew she was doomed. Popularity was out, and lonely old maidenhood was her most likely fate. But behind Mary's sunny disposition lurked a sharp mind; observation of the world around her led her to realize that if she went to the well often enough, sooner or later she would get half a bucket, at least. So beneath the thick-skinned pleasant persona she showed the world, she honed sharp claws to be used for holding her prey, and she set out to hunt. She moved into the bedroom above the garage at her home - the one with it's own outside entrance - and over the course of her high school career, a couple of dozen carefully selected Grade 'B' and 'C' boys - she knew better than to attempt Grade 'A' - found themselves in her lair, sampling her earthy wares. Experience honed her weapons, and later arrivals found it difficult to escape her clutches unscathed. The discovery that she actually enjoyed sex made the whole thing a lot more palatable for her, and easier to deal with socially - rude remarks could be riposted with lewd ones. Yeah, Mary was a slut - but for her, it was a drawing card! Her mother was well aware of her activities, but, understanding the reasons for them, was uncritical; her father chose not to know...

Mary and Nora had managed between them to get Teddy to bring them to the Prom, so Teddy was unsurprised to find Mary lurking outside the Men's Room. "Hey, Mary."

"Hey, Teddy. How was dinner?" Mary smirked.

Teddy ignored her. "Where's Nora?" It was getting late... Maybe he and the girls should fold their tents and steal away...

"Oh, yeah, you missed the excitement! Nora corralled a man - although what she's gonna do with the likes of Nate Adams, I'LL never know... I'm pretty sure he's taking her home, though," Mary smiled brightly, and Teddy grimaced. Mary had decided that Teddy's proclivities made him a suitable victim, adequately malleable. Teddy had ONLY agreed to bring Mary because Nora was along; he'd long since heard enough to know that being invited up to Mary's room was an invitation to danger.

"Great!" Teddy groused.

"No need to be nasty," Mary sulked, "Besides, who else would put up with your little peccadilloes? And don't run off on me! I still need a ride!"

Teddy grunted noncommittally. "Nate, huh? That's a switch!"

"Yeah," Mary replied, sidling a bit closer, "Love is in the air, I guess..."

They passed a quiet moment. Teddy admitted to himself that Mary wasn't too bad - when she wasn't carrying her bear trap! The fact that she had divined his sexual preferences allowed her to forget his sex and treat him as one of the girls, periodically, during which periods they had a good time. But on other occasions, she'd announced an intention to 'reform' him, a threat which brought all kinds of trepidation with it. Tonight had been relatively neutral, up to now - Teddy prayed it would continue to be.

Stick wandered out of the Men's Room, glancing around with studied casualness. "Yo, Mary!"

"Stick," Mary nodded pleasantly. Then she took another glance. Stick was skinny as Hell - they'd look like Mutt & Jeff - but if Nora could go black...

Casually, Stick pressed his quest: "Mary, you been hangin' out here a while?"

"Guess so," Mary admitted. "I like the view!" she added, winking.

"Seen anybody in particular in the last coupla minutes?" Stick pressed gently.

"Why?" Mary asked, suspicious, "Lose something?"

Stick grinned. "Gave it away, more like!" he chuckled, pleased at his own wit. "I'm kinda lookin' for the anonymous recipient!"

Stick's exercise in wit had given 'way too much away, though - especially given Mary's next discovery: "This got anything to do with that white stuff on your shoe?" Mary wondered aloud.

Stick blinked, looked down, and blanched. "Uh, no... Wonder how THAT got there..."

Teddy pretended not to hear the exchange at all - but he was dead white. Looking in Stick's direction was DEFINITELY out! That Stick was the owner of the mystery dick was obvious - and so was the danger inherent in letting him find out who had been sucking it!

Mary placidly handed Stick the napkin she had been holding around her Coke. As he bent over, Stick noticed Teddy for the first time. Teddy nodded at him, pretending unconcern. Stick cleaned the top of his loafer and straightened back up. Mary delicately plucked the napkin from Stick's hand and sniffed it. "Smells like cum," she observed coolly. "I wonder who a DNA test on THIS would finger?"

"Not me!" came from both of them in chorus, while 'ME!' echoed in the mind of each. Startled, they gave each other a quick glance.

Mary had long since put two and two together, and the wheels were turning rapidly while she assessed the opportunities provided by this unique situation. "Say, Stick," she announced pleasantly, "You're in a position to do us a favor!"

"Huh?" Stick responded.

"Well, Teddy, here, has a thing about being seen alone with me," Mary confided, winking, "Reputations, and all..."

Stick eyed Teddy, "You got a reputation?" he chuckled.

"He will, if he's not careful," Mary murmured, with a pointed look at Teddy, who blanched. "Anyway, if you were to go along with us when he takes me home, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"Well, I came with Draper," Stick murmured dubiously.

"Oh, hadn't you noticed?" Mary asked, "When Nate and Nora took up with one another, Tenisha started draping herself all over Draper. I'm sure he'd prefer NOT to have to bring you along on the way home, if you know what I mean..." She nodded toward the location, twenty or so feet away, where Tenisha was engaged in deep meaningful discussions with Draper - or at least, that's what it LOOKED like.

Stick was still unconvinced. "What's in it for me, again?"

"Well, a ride home, for one thing - Teddy will be happy to drop you off, won't you, Teddy?" Mary grinned like a shark. "And you two can stop up and we can discuss your little request for information, in private. I've got beer in the fridge..."

"An' if I don't wanna?" Stick asked, suspicious.

"Well, I was under the impression that we wanted to keep your sperm donations quiet..." Mary murmured blandly. "If you'd like, though, I could discuss it in public - with or without you..."

Stick's eyes popped - she had his attention, all right! He recovered himself a bit, and murmured, as if the last comment had never been made, "Beer, huh? That might be nice..." Mary smiled and patted his arm.

Stick looked over at Nate and Draper and their current objects of attention. Nate and a white bitch, eh? Damn! Draper and Tenisha made sense, now that he thought about it... He stole a sidelong glance at Mary. 'Not much to look at, but she IS white, and rumor has it she fucks like a mink!' he thought. 'If Nate can tap a white bitch...' "Lemme go check out wit' Draper," he rumbled.

"Fine," Mary agreed, "I don't think any of us are missing much, here. When you come back, we'll get ready to go."

"Mary," Teddy hissed as Stick sauntered off, "are you gonna sell me down the river?"

Mary eyed him blandly, "How WAS Stick, Teddy? You seemed pretty pleased with yourself when you came out of there..." She nodded toward the Men's Room.

"Okay, so, he was good - damn good! I don't think I wanna be his personal slave, though!"

"Then I guess you'll have to buck up and take you instructions from Mama, won't you?" Mary snapped. "Play ball and you'll have the best of both worlds - but if you piss me off, you'll be wearing dresses, and Stick will be charging his friends for a shot at your ass!"

Teddy blanched. "O-okay!"