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Chapter 55


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 55 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: exhib mc BBW

Chapter 55

	Another couple entered the sauna -- Toby and Amy.  They'd been
keeping an eye on Tina and Alonzo, given Tina's earlier concerns.  When
Bernice and Randy wandered into the whole Cindy and Beverly thing, they
decided that direct intervention was required.

	"Mind if we barge in?" Toby asked.

	It was clear to Tina that something was up.  It was also clear to
Randy and Bernice.  "Should we stay?" Randy asked.  Tina took notice of
another indication that Toby was more than he seemed to be...

	"I think you should," Toby ventured, "but you can do as you like.
We'll be answering some questions that are important to you, though."  Randy
passed a glance with Bernice and settled back, pulling her against him.

	Toby addressed himself to Tina.  "I know you have a lot of
reservations.  We're doing the best we can, but it's not always easy.  We
would like your input -- but first, we have to ask for your permission to do
whatever is necessary to ensure the security of the group.  Can we have
that?"

	Tina frowned.  'This sounds serious...'  "What -- like shoot me?"

	"No, nothing like that!" Amy erupted.  "It's just that there seem to
be more people to protect every day, so we need your cooperation.  You're
asking questions that we can answer for you, but those answers are going to
be surprising -- and, well, very few people know EVERYTHING..."

	Tina pursed her lips.  "Maybe I shouldn't."

	"Maybe you should," Toby insisted.  "We don't have much, um, outside
governance.  Your opinion matters."

	"All right," Tina nodded.  "You have it."

	"I need yours, too, Alonzo -- and yours."  He nodded at Randy and
Bernice.  "You guys in particular know so much already..."

	"I'm game."  Having seen Toby in action, Alonzo had every confidence
in him.

	"We've been in for a while," Randy rumbled.

	"Yes." Bernice nodded.

	"Okay."  Toby gathered himself.  "The security of the group,
officially, has been based on initiations -- we generally collect what
amounts to blackmail material on what we would call full members.  You
two..." he waved at Alonzo and Tina, "really aren't full members -- and Tina
isn't at all, but she's kind of probationary.  Bernice and Randy really let
their hair down too far with you guys, although we had your promise not to
tell anyone anything.  But promises -- even adding blackmail -- aren't enough
for some people.  The group's REAL security rests on something else..."

	Tina cocked her head.  "And that is?"

	"Amy and I read minds."

	"Yeah, right!" Tina erupted.  "I made promises not to tell people
THAT?  They would think I'm nuts, anyway!"  She crossed her arms over her
breasts -- and Alonzo's hands.  "Prove it!"

	Toby locked eyes with Amy and took her hand, then said, "This is what
happened to Bernice at the camp."

	Tina couldn't move -- but her senses were flooded with sensations and
thoughts that she KNEW weren't hers!  Hands were on her; Tyrone was touching
her, rubbing her pussy and her left breast -- saying things, putting ideas in
her head.  Otis White put his cock in her hand.  She tried to move, but just
gave Tyrone more room to work...  Then somehow she was sucking Otis' cock and
Tyrone...  Several guys lifted her into the air, maintaining her squat; she
seemed to be frozen, unable to move!  They dropped her -- on a cock!  She was
fucking -- or being fucked -- and she was sucking -- and she couldn't seem to
do anything about it!  Tyrone's voice and his hands on her kept her calm,
resigned to what she was doing, even though it was too much, too alien...

	Suddenly, she was back.  Clutching Alonzo's hands to her, she gasped,
"How did you do that?"

	"We pulled it from Bernice's mind," Amy replied, "and projected it.
We've never done it before, but there seemed to be no better way to get past
your skepticism."

	"So you CAN...!"

	"Yes.  It's limited.  I only read girls and Amy only reads boys.
Together, though..." Toby replied.  "Bernice's run-ins with Tyrone were not
her fault; Tyrone has a primitive telepathic power.  Actually, he has two
different things going for him, since his body odor contains pheromones that
tend to arouse a certain percentage of girls."

	"We discovered the problem when Bernice came to us, bothered by
having done things she just didn't understand," Amy related.  "We found what
amounted to big, dirty footprints in Bernice's mind.  Tyrone knows he has a
power and he's slowly learning to control it -- but because he was fumbling
in the dark, he left a mess, sometimes.  It's not new -- it seems like every
telepath makes mistakes, initially, including both of us.  Otis tended to
make it worse by more or less using Tyrone's powers to implant suggestions of
his own.  We're, well, controlling things, somewhat, by limiting Tyrone's
sphere of control -- tuning him to a smaller group of women, I guess you'd
call it.  But he needed a full-time distraction and Cindy and Beverly were
riding roughshod over Anita and the girls in the club -- among a host of
others -- and the other cheerleaders were caught in the crossfire, so..."

	"You used him," Tina finished.

	"Um, I prefer to think that we took two potential problems and used
them to neutralize each other, like a chemical reaction," Toby replied.  "But
I can certainly see how maybe we went too far..."

	Amy nudged Toby mentally and presented an issue.  Toby said, "Hey,
give us a minute -- it looks like we may have overdone it with the guys..."
Tina looked up at Alonzo and he looked glazed.  Bernice did the same with
Randy and detected the same thing.  "Guys experience sex differently than
girls.  I'm used to it, but it was a shock for them -- and Bernice was more
or less raped."

	"More, rather than less!" Tina erupted.

	"Yeah..." Toby agreed.  Amy said nothing; she was buffering what was
more or less an overload.  Alonzo came back first, clutching Tina, but Randy
was almost inconsolable, gasping out, "I've been SUCH an asshole!" while
cuddling Bernice to him.

	"You didn't know, Randy," Toby insisted.  "You couldn't.  And,
really, we couldn't tell you..."

	"Well, maybe, but..." Randy shook his head.

	"It's okay!" Bernice insisted.  "It's over.  We're together.  You
didn't know -- but you gave me a chance, anyway..."

	"Yeah, well..."  Randy hugged her to him.  Bernice was plenty happy
with THAT!

	"You can't just be judge, jury and executioner like that!" Tina
exclaimed, going back to Cindy and Beverly.  "Those boys RAPED them!"

	"Yes, they did," Toby admitted.  "But Tyrone buffered the worst
traumatic effects while instilling the lesson..."

	"Which was?"

	"That they weren't any better than anyone else," Toby replied.
"Cindy and Beverly thought that they were entitled -- that the rules existed
for other people, but not for them.  Their rich families buffered them from
the consequences of the things they did.  They did a LOT of bad things and
they just had no fear of the consequences.  That has changed..."

	"That kind of thing is for the law to handle!" Tina insisted.

	"The law couldn't touch them," Toby protested.  "Look what happened
when they attacked Anita!  Their parents intervened and they got a slap on
the wrist when someone else would have been expelled!  They didn't even lose
their positions as cheerleaders!  Nothing short of murder was going to get
them into serious trouble -- and that would have been too late for them, as
well as their victims!  This worked -- and as it turns out, it was a measured
response..."  Faced with Tina's disbelief, Toby transmitted a gestalt of
Cindy -- just to Tina, this time.  "This was Cindy."

	Tina was amazed!  It was like a sewer in there!  And yet, it matched
Cindy's behavior perfectly!  "Omigod!  She was really like that?  Can you
lie?"

	"I couldn't fabricate anything that detailed," Toby denied.  "Self-
centered, selfish, demanding, vindictive, hateful -- she put her so-called
friends through hoops daily!  And if you weren't a 'friend', you were TOTALLY
beneath her notice..."

	"Okay, but -- Tyrone?" Tina asked.

	"Tyrone isn't as bad as you might think," Amy replied.  "And this
actually gives him an opportunity to do good, both for himself and for her."

	"But he damages people!"

	"In our limited experience," Toby replied, "EVERY telepath damages
someone before he or she learns to control their powers.  It's sad but true
-- both of us made mistakes.  We've... limited him -- and what he did for
Cindy and Beverly is proof that he has gained some control over his powers --
even if he still doesn't really understand them."

	"What ELSE have you done?" Tina asked.

	"Well, there's a laundry list, actually.  Some of it was before I
understood what I had, really.  Amy helped with that -- we've been cleaning
it up.  And there was the rescue of Maddie Reyes' family from her abusive
father...  We tried to teach him a lesson, but it turned out that he was a
long-time psychopath, so we found a way to get him to reveal himself to the
authorities.  And there is Julio Vasquez..."  Toby sighed.  "We could go into
it all tonight, but it's late.  The point is, no one but the people in this
room KNOW what we can do, although I think Damian has suspicions regarding
me.  But we have a power -- and power corrupts.  It wouldn't hurt if we had a
second opinion, to help keep us from going to the Dark Side."

	"I couldn't stop you," Tina pointed out.

	"No, sorry -- maybe it isn't fair, but it's the way it is.  We can't
GIVE you what we have -- and if we did, it would probably add to the
problem," Amy noted.  "But we're both trying to do right -- and we'll
listen."

	Tina pursed her lips.  "So what DO you do to add to the group's
security?"

	"We implant and inhibition not to discuss it with outsiders," Toby
replied.  "We always get permission first, now, but I guess it wasn't always
like that.  Even so, there are slip-ups -- like tonight."

	Tina pursed her lips.  "So before, when you asked me to cooperate,
you placed a block."  She couldn't find it in her head...  "I don't like
that."

	"I didn't, either," Amy replied, "but even blackmail couldn't keep
SOMEONE from going to the authorities on no notice and destroying a couple of
dozen lives."

	"Blackmail?"

	"Members agree to be... compromised... for the good of the group.  We
set it up as a process that could be followed if something happened and we
were not around," Toby replied.  "Actually, some of the members ARE members
because they were compromised before..."

	"They agree to this..." Tina eyed them dubiously.

	"Yes.  Voluntarily, if they want to be full members," Toby replied.
"I can't think of anyone who is a member who doesn't think the benefits
outweigh the risks."

	Tina sighed.  "There's a lot to take in."

	"Several hours' worth," Toby agreed.  "Tonight isn't the night.  But
we'll do it..."

	"Obviously, you're going to have to do something to keep us from
talking..." Tina mused.

	"I don't want to know," Alonzo erupted.  "If Tina wants to do this,
that's fine -- but I can't pass judgment, and this stuff makes my head hurt."

	"We can fix it so you don't remember -- or only remember when one of
us brings it up," Amy offered.

	"I'll take that," Alonzo agreed.

	Amy turned to Randy.  "Randy...?"

	"We know too much already," Randy waved it off.  "Now we know a
little more about why and how, but if you think of the stuff I've seen,
driving that van...  I'm cool."

	"You guys saved my life," Bernice declared.  "You kept me from going
crazy, anyway, and rescued me from being a street hooker...  I'm in."

	Tina turned to Alonzo.  "Alonzo..."

	"You can talk to me about it if you need to -- but I've been to a
bunch of the group's parties and I really don't want to know if I made
someone do something they didn't want to."  He turned his attention to Toby.
"About 'M'..."

	"All totally voluntary.  You did her a world of good, in fact," Toby
assured him.

	"Okay."

	Tina was charmed that Alonzo's conscience bothered him.  "Tell me?"

	"'M' is a nickname, obviously," Toby related.  "The older women in
the club tend to go by their first initial at parties.  'M' was very shy --
and a victim of abuse by her husband.  Alonzo was very gentle and romantic
with her and I think it was good for both of them.  I KNOW it was for her."

	"She's Maddie's mother, then," Alonzo made the connection.

	"Yes," Toby agreed.  Backing off a bit, he said, "We may have ruined
your evening, but it seemed like these things were coming out on their own --
and maybe hurting Alonzo, who doesn't deserve it."

	Tina looked up and over her shoulder at Alonzo.  "I think it will be
all right.  I think I've had enough heat, though..."

	"The Jacuzzi is that way," Toby grinned, pointing.  "And there are
rooms all over the place."

	"So you guys just have sex anywhere?" Tina asked.

	"Yeah, it's kind of wide open," Toby replied.  "The old place was
small, and most of us have seen each other.  We just had some mattresses and
stuff and part of the whole deal for new members in particular was doing it
in plain sight.  That's why that wild stuff at the diner happened, more or
less.  Damian and Alyssa are old news and Mac and Donna started out at a
party..."

	"So now there is plenty of privacy..." Tina began.

	"But tradition is to let it all hang out," Toby finished.

	"Well, I might like that -- after the first time," Tina murmured.
"Do you mind getting wild?" she asked Alonzo.

	"I've done it -- but it isn't very romantic," Alonzo muttered.

	"Well, sometimes we don't want to be romantic -- but this time..."
She snuggled back against him.

	"For sure!" Alonzo agreed.

	"Why don't you take a nice shower together and find a room, then?"
Amy suggested.

	"Good plan," Alonzo agreed.  "Come..."  He got up, displacing Tina
and forcing her to stand, took her hand and led her out.

	"So..." Amy looked at Toby, "Is she going to be trouble?"

	"No -- at least, not for history, I don't think.  New projects..."
Tina would take convincing regarding the Bitch, no doubt.

	"Well, maybe we shouldn't do it."

	"She's almost as bad as Fernando, though, isn't she?" Toby mused.

	"Clint thinks so -- but I think we need to see her," Amy replied.

	"We're committed," Toby pointed out.

	"Not irreversibly.  Let's get Clint to show us and make up our
minds."

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	On the way over to the clubhouse from the diner, Chuck had second
thoughts.  "Maybe we shouldn't go to the place I was thinking of taking you."

	Carmela misunderstood immediately.  Usually, she kept her breasts
racked up in a bra that presented them high, having pushed them out and up,
and without it, she continued to show considerable cleavage, but it rode a
good deal lower as her breasts sagged some.  "You're ashamed of me.  I should
have left my bra on."

	"What?"  Chuck looked away from the road.  "What are you talking
about?"

	"You don't want to take me to this place because I am fat and saggy
and..."

	"You're kidding, right?  I like your boobs.  I like looking at them
braless.  Your headlights are on."

	"What?" Carmela blinked.

	Chuck reached over and poked Carmela's distended left nipple where it
tented her dress.  "They stick out.  I like that -- a lot.  It's maybe more
about being ashamed of the club."

	"Why?" Carmela asked, puzzled.

	"Well, we'll stay on the bottom floor.  It's for guests.  The other
floors are members only."

	"Are you a member?" Carmela asked.

	"Yes."

	"Should I be?"

	Chuck grimaced.  "Maybe.  I don't know.  There are downsides."

	"Tell me."

	"I can't.  The club is a secret.  The membership is secret.  What
they do is secret.  I've promised I won't discuss it with anyone who isn't a
member," Chuck explained.

	"Is Bonita a member?"

	"I can't tell you."

	"Is there someone...?"

	"Yes."  Chuck knew who to go to.  "I don't know if they're around,
though."

	"If they are, I want to know.  If you are a member of this club, then
maybe I should be, too."  Carmela eyed Chuck.  "You are sure..."

	"Yes, I'm sure."  Chuck rubbed her neck -- which was about all he
could do while driving.

	"It looks nice," Carmela ventured as they pulled into the drive.

	"We used to meet in somebody's basement," Chuck related.  "There
wasn't any place to take non-members.  This is all new -- we've only been
using it for a week or so."  He got out of the car and came around to get
her, opening the door and handing her out, then following her, smiling at the
incongruousness of her black evening dress and flip-flops.

	Toby and Amy came straight from the interview with Tina to discover
Chuck and Carmela at the top of the stairs talking to Louise when Toby stuck
his head out the door to check on things.  "Toby!  This is Carmela.  Chuck
brought her, and she wants to know about the club," Louise announced.

	Toby turned to Carmela and did a quick assessment.  <Okay, this one
is straightforward.>

	<Thank God!> Amy transmitted back.

	"I'll be right out..."  Toby went back to get robes for himself and
Amy.

	Amy stuck her head through the door.  "Hi, Chuck.  Hi Carmela."

	"You are in this club?" Carmela asked.

	"Yes."

	"Chuck doesn't want to talk about it."

	"Chuck isn't supposed to, Carmela.  Chuck made promises.  If he
talked to someone who didn't like what he or she heard, a lot of people could
get hurt," Amy replied.  "I need you to make a similar promise before I tell
you anything about the club."

	"What kind of promise?" Carmela asked.

	"You have to promise that whether you decide to join or not, never to
talk to anyone not known by you to be in the club about the club.  The club
is a secret and what it does is a secret and the membership is secret -- and
must stay that way."

	"I know there is a club," Carmela rejoined.  "The sign outside says
there is a club."

	"And if you come to visit and stay on the first floor as a visitor,
you'll see a nice place where people get together socially," Toby replied,
coming through the door robed.  Behind him, Amy donned hers.  "But that isn't
the club -- or maybe, that isn't the club within the club."  He cocked his
head, eyeing her.  "Will you promise?  Will you allow us to convince
ourselves that you won't tell anyone anything they shouldn't hear?"

	Carmela turned to Chuck, who nodded.  "Yes," she agreed.  Toby
applied a block.  "Now tell me what is so secret!"

	"Chuck?  You can, if you like," Toby invited.

	"The club is a place people come to for sex, I guess.  Isn't that
more or less correct?" Chuck asked.

	"Yeah, more or less.  People have sex here.  Members have sex with
each other and with volunteers who want to become members," Toby agreed.
"Since some of the hookups might not be strictly legal, we try to keep things
anonymous and we keep things secret, in order to avoid legal problems.  It's
a swing club, sort of.  Chuck was invited to join because he's on the team
and we were offering incentives for extra effort on the field -- and at the
time, we had an excess of girls.  Right now, we're probably more or less
balanced."

	"What are the rules?" Carmela asked.  "Who gets to join?"

	"Well, we usually get something on a new member -- blackmail stuff.
That's to ensure that they keep the secret," Toby replied.

	"Why?"

	"If I have sex with an underage boy, I could go to jail, Baby,"
Louise interjected.  "That would be in spite of the fact that both of us
wanted it.  And that's just one example.  Some things that don't hurt anybody
are illegal and real hot buttons for prosecutors and the media.  They just
love bandying about the term 'sex offender' -- it's great for getting votes
and TV ratings."

	"Oh.  Okay.  I see that.  What else?" Carmela asked.

	"What happens here, stays here," Toby continued, "If we catch a
member embarrassing another member or a volunteer in public, they're going to
be gone -- and we're going to make THEM look bad in retaliation.  That's so
you can feel free to do whatever you want or need to do here without worrying
about your reputation.  Also, volunteers who are not yet members may be asked
to have sex with someone they are not dating.  This is less likely if you are
hooked up with someone, but it generally happens to just about everyone,
sooner or later.  Both you and Chuck should be prepared for that.  I'm sure
Chuck is."

	Chuck nodded, grimacing.  "I've had sex with several people here --
and some of the girls have boyfriends now, even if maybe they didn't then.
Basically, that means that when my turn comes, I need to be able to share,
too."

	Carmela frowned.  "Won't that make you jealous?"

	"Well, if you go off with a guy and come back all romantic about him,
I'm not going to be happy," Chuck agreed.  "Remember that talk we had about
jealousy and being confident in a relationship?  If you're just going to have
sex, I shouldn't have to worry."

	"People do this?" Carmela asked.  "Who does this?"

	"Most of the team -- and their girlfriends.  Many of the girls
volunteered -- and that's how they got hooked up," Toby replied.

	"Bonita is a member?" Carmela asked.

	"Yes."  Amy nodded.  Scanning, she found Terence.  "She's here."

	Louise smiled crookedly.  "Believe it.  I'm Terence and Damian's
mama, Baby."

	Carmela's eyes got big.  "Wanda is a member?"

	Chuck cleared his throat.  "I, uh, took Wanda's cherry.  She's a
member."

	Carmela gasped.  "Donna?"

	"Why do you think she didn't care more about what she did at the
restaurant?" Toby retorted.  "Just about everyone there had seen her naked --
and having sex with Mac."  He opened his robe.  "Members and volunteers go
naked on the second floor."

	Carmela's eyes nearly left her head!  Beside Toby, Amy opened her
robe, too.  "I can't DO that!  I'm too fat!" Carmela gasped.

	"Bonita does.  Wanda does, and she's wider than you.  Wanda's big
sister does -- and she's a LOT bigger!" Chuck argued.

	"We've got all shapes and sizes," Amy assured her.

	"And all ages," Louise added.  "At least you're young.  Some of the
black girls are bigger than you, too -- Tabitha comes to mind.  Some of the
older women would make you look tiny, Baby.  I wouldn't worry about that.
One thing you learn, as a matter of fact, is that a naked girl who doesn't
have a lot going for her can steal a boy from a hot babe who is fully
dressed.  Naked trumps beautiful."  Everybody present nodded agreement.

	"We've seen it again and again.  It's a secret of our success.  How
do you think Donna caught Mac?  Or Anita caught Tad?  It's why we go naked!
It helps keep you anonymous, too.  Who is going to look at your face when he
can see your boobs and your pussy?  Not most guys, I can tell you!" Amy
declared.

	Meanwhile, Toby sent a thought questing up the hallway.  It found
Bonita.  "Carmela is here," she announced.  "Come, mi amor -- she will need
to see me to know that all is well."  Terence shrugged and got up from the
couch in the front parlor to follow her up the hallway.

	"I don't know..." Carmela mused.  Body consciousness was busy
trumping everything else at this point.

	"We can go back downstairs," Chuck declared.  "You don't have to do
this.  I understand -- and it's not a problem."

	"Carmela!  You came!"  The door behind Toby and Amy opened wide to
display Bonita -- and Terence.

	"Yes..."  Carmela rocked on her heels.  They weren't lying!  Bonita
WAS here!  Naked!  "You're naked!"

	Bonita shrugged.  "You get used to it."

	Carmela turned to Chuck.  "I will join."

	Toby stepped back and waved for her to pass.  "Welcome.  Changing
rooms are that way."  He pointed -- but Bonita was standing there with her
hand out, anyway.  Carmela and Chuck passed Toby and Amy, headed inside,
Carmela taking the hand of her friend, and Toby and Amy closed their robes
and headed downstairs toward the control room.  "This is getting to be a
pain," Toby grumbled.

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	Bonita led Carmela to the changing room, unzipped her and waited
while she threw her dress over her head.  "So, about Chuck..."

	"He came to me at the dance.  We danced a few times, then he took
Isobel out -- and I thought, 'That's it.  He's done with me.'  But he brought
Isobel back and instead of it being over for me, it was over for Isobel!"
Carmela mused for a moment.  "I like him.  I like him a LOT!  We got a little
crazy on the dance floor, but we went outside to talk once -- serious talk
about serious subjects.  He didn't just go, 'Yeah, Baby -- whatever you want
to hear!' -- we really TALKED.  Maybe he is just looking for something easy
-- but if he is, he's very good at it, and I don't think he's THAT good!"

	"Well, okay, if you are being careful," Bonita said dubiously.  At
the changing room door, however, she stopped Carmela.  "Let's wait.  Boys
talk."

	The guys walked into the ambush totally blind; they were conditioned
to expect the girls to take a while, but Chuck actually had more clothing to
remove than Carmela had.  Terence and Chuck stood around uncomfortably for a
moment and then Terence ventured, "Some of the guys are gonna be surprised --
Carmela?"

	Chuck shrugged.  "It was a spur of the moment thing.  I saw her and
Isobel there, not dancing.  I probably never told anybody, but I have sort of
a thing for Hispanic chicks -- I think they're hot -- and, well, I like
curves.  Carmela...  I like the way she feels and I like the way she smells
and I like it that she gets a little wild when we dance and I like it that
she likes it when I touch her.  I like that ankle bracelet she wears -- I'm a
sucker for ankle bracelets.  It's funny, I feel like we've been dating a
week, already -- we've already had a couple of serious conversations...
She's not dumb, you know.  A whole bunch of people probably think I'm going
to try to take advantage of her -- and Carmela is one of them.  It's gonna
take me some time to get past that, but I will, because fucking her over is
the furthest thing from my mind at this point."

	"Well, it's a surprise," Terence insisted.  "You had Jessica and
Carmela is kinda..."

	"Heavyset?" Chuck supplied.  "In the first place, there was nothing
with Jessica -- it was just a show she put on for everybody else.  I admit
that she suckered me, too, for a while, but..."  He shrugged.  "Fact is, I
like my girls curvy -- and Carmela's size isn't a problem with me.  I like
it.  I like the way her ass rolls when she walks and how those big jugs of
hers look in a tank top with that truss of a bra she wears pushing them up --
and you know what?  I like 'em even better when they're loose, jiggling!
Man, her nipples are up all the time, you know?  I like rubbing her belly..."

	"See?" Carmela whispered.  "I'm going to kiss him to death!"

	"I was wrong.  Let's go out..." Bonita apologized.

	Carmela grabbed her wrist.  "Not yet..."

	Chuck turned to Terence.  "What about you?  You and Bonita look like
Mutt and Jeff..."

	"Well..."  Terence sighed.  "You know, some of the girls didn't
volunteer -- and Nita was one of them.  The night she was initiated, she
picked me out of a lineup to bust her cherry.  You know, it wasn't a thing I
was proud of -- but I was there and if I didn't do it, someone else would, so
I did the best I could for her."  He shook his head, remembering.  "Nita
didn't just forgive me -- she let me know it was all good!  Somewhere in
there, she decided that I deserved her -- and I STILL don't know what she
sees in me, but she gave herself to me -- and you know, you just don't throw
something like that away...  She loves me -- and I love her -- and that's
just how it is..."

	Bonita burst into tears and broke free of Carmela and threw herself
into Terence's arms.  "Mi amor!  Mi amor!  I love you I love you I love you!"

	Carmela steeled herself and came through the door.  When Chuck saw
her, she asked, "Do you still like them?"

	"Yes."  Chuck's cock confirmed his interest for her.  "How much did
you hear?"

	"Everything."

	"So what's next?"

	"We're going to kiss a lot, and I'm going to rub my fat tetas all
over you and then we're going to have the sex," Carmela announced.

	"Wow, THAT sounds like a plan!" Chuck laughed.

	"Follow us," Bonita directed, and led them deeper into the house.

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