NEIGHBORS 20

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Author's Notes:  NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series.  Book Two deals with
the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40-something couple into the bisexual, anything
goes, Gold Club.  After a few short weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and
Candice willing commit heretofore-unthinkable sexual acts. 
(MF, M+F, M+F+, Mf, MM, FF, MmF, oral, anal, exhib, interr, ws, mast, inc, preg, cons)


NEIGHBORS
By Art Martin
CHAPTER 20

THURSDAY - WEEK THREE



Next morning, things hadn't improved on the rig.  We were still stuck, and had gone from Plan
A, to Plan B, and now we were on Plan C.  I asked for an update around 5 PM or if and when
they got free. 

I sat down with my laptop and prepared an e-mail advisory to my investors, informing them of
the drilling problem.  I didn't mention that our main objective appeared to be depleted.  No sense
in giving them too much bad news, especially when the degree of depletion was unknown and
there was always the possibility of one of the secondary objectives being good.  

I knew it was going to be a long day, so I wacked off to relieve my amative urges, to the visions
of lovely Latrisca and me doing nasty, naughty things.  Damn, she was one sexy broad.  I made a
mental note to ask her to hang out with me on the days Gina was away on a trip.

I went searching for a good cup of coffee and stopped at a crowded caf.  I went inside and sat
down.  The waitress delivered the menu and poured me a cup of coffee.  I looked up at her and it
was Karen!  Not recognizing me, she turned and moved to another table before I could speak.  I
watched her intently.  Short auburn hair, about 5' 6".  I was sure that it was her.

A few minutes later she came to take my order.  "What would you like today Sir?"

I looked up from the menu and straight into her green eyes, "I want your pussy."

Speechless, she stared back, still not putting the face and place together.

"Karen.  It's me, Jim Levert, Galveston."

"Oh my god!  Jim!" She hugged my neck and jumped up and down nearly pulling me out of the
booth.  She made quite a scene with her enthusiasm.  "What are you doing here?"

"Came to fuck you."

"Shhhh!!!  Not so loud!"

I explained why I was there.

"Can you come over to the house tonight?"

"Probably.  I can't see having to get back to the rig before midnight at the earliest."

"Good! Oh, I'm so glad to see you.  That was a fun weekend wasn't it?"

"Lots of fun.  How's Josh?"

"He's about the same.  I know he'll be glad to see you."  She look around quickly, "I'd better take
your order, we're very busy this morning."

I pointed at the menu.  "Give me the Country Boy Special with bacon, eggs over easy."

She hurried off.  Damn small world.  I knew she was a waitress, but I had no idea where she
worked.  What good luck.  Seeing her reminded me just what a nice tight fuck she was and I got
a hard on.   Damn!  I'd just beat my meat a little while ago, and here I was feeling horny again.

A few minutes later she brought my breakfast.  She put down a piece of paper along with the
order.  "Here's our number and address.  Call us around 5:30.  I can fix a gumbo for supper.  You
want me to call a girl friend for you?"

I thought a moment, "No, four's a crowd.  Besides it's you I'm coming to see."

As she poured me another cup of coffee, she whispered, "A threesome it is."

I ate my breakfast and left her a fifty-dollar tip for the six-dollar breakfast.  I knew I wouldn't
need the motel room tonight so after jacking off again, I checked out.  I decided to hang around
the rig watching porn movies all afternoon, but before I left town I went to a drug store and
stocked up on condoms and a tube of KY.  I found a truck stop and went in looking for a French
tickler.  I found what I wanted.

At the rig the day went by slowly, with no progress being made on freeing up the stuck drill pipe. 
I watched Playboy for several hours.  Jack's videos were better than some of the stuff shown that
afternoon, but other material was graphic enough.  The image of Ben's dickhead disappearing
into his sister's ass kept coming to mind along with the image of old fat Jack putting it to my
daughter.  

Around 5 o'clock I was about to leave when word came down off the drill floor that the pipe had
worked free. 

Hallelujah!!!!  

We would have to circulate the drilling mud and get the drilling mud back into good condition
for logging.  Then we would have to ream out the trouble spot, and circulate bottoms up before
we began tripping the drill pipe out of the hole.  That'd take eighteen hours approximately, and
11:00 AM tomorrow would be show time, give or take a few hours.

I was in a good mood as I drove back towards Port Allen for my visit with my beach buddies.  I
called about 5:45, and Josh answered the phone.  He was cordial but not ebullient.  I asked him
if I could bring something over.  He suggested I bring some beer.
I stopped and bought a couple of cases, a mix of domestic and Mexican brews.  

I arrived at the address, a small white wood frame house of no particular architectural style other
than the functional school with one forlorn bush for landscaping.  Gathering up the two cases of
beer and a bag of ice, I made it up the stoop and rang the doorbell with my left pinkie.  Josh
answered, dressed in blue work clothes that covered his tattoos and some of his pierced body
parts.

"Whoa! I was thinking of a six-pack!  Come on in Jim!"  He beamed as he looked at all the brew. 
I had scored my points with him. "How have you been, buddy?"

"Fine Josh, just fine."

"Karen said you were here for an oil well, and that there was some problem."

"Problem was fixed, oh about an hour ago.  I don't need to be back out there until late tomorrow
morning."

"Where are you staying?"

"Uh, I guess here?"

He lowered his eyebrows as he replied, "Oh, you think you can just give my girlfriend fifty bucks
and then come over and fuck her all night?" 

I detected a trace of hostility in his voice.  "Uh, I don't mean to be presumptuous Josh. Maybe I
should leave."

"Look asshole.  Galveston was fun, but I don't like you paying her fifty bucks for a fuck."

"That was a tip for breakfast!"

He broke out into a grin and said, "Oh, in that case, you're welcome to stay and fuck her all
night!" 

I laughed to shake off my tension.  He had me worried there for a moment.  

"Where's the pussy du joir?" I inquired. 

"In the kitchen. Lets get some of this on ice to keep it cold."

She was at the stove stirring her pot of gumbo, still in her waitress uniform.  I walked up from
behind and reached around and caressed her breasts while I kissed and nibbled her ear.  

"Hmmmm!!  Hi, Jim!"  She turned and kissed me deeply.  My hands went from her tits to her ass
and I squeezed her cheeks while working my fingers in her crack.  "Can you stay tonight?"

"Yeah, if Josh will let me."

"I'd cut him off for a month if he didn't!  Now leave me alone until supper is finished, or we'll
never eat."

"What do want to drink?" asked Josh.

I chose a dark Mexican brew and we sat at the kitchen table drinking while Karen cooked.  I
thought of their interest in Crystal Springs and what Bob had told me about the place.

"Josh, are you and Karen still interested in going to that nudist camp, Crystal Springs."

"It's a resort.  Yeah, we're interested.  However our friends can't seem to get any information
from them."

"I know some people who are members, and they might be able to help.  I understand that they
are very careful about who they will consider for membership."

"You have to be a member?"

"Yeah, it's members only.  They are very careful about protecting their members from blackmail
or whatever."

"Blackmail?

"Yeah.  Actually it's an outdoor fuck club where anything goes.  I understand the place is
beautiful, very scenic.  Before they will even consider you, you must be recommended by a
member, as they don't take unsolicited applications.  Next they do a thorough background check
to make sure you are who you say you are, and not the cops or any one with a criminal record. 
They also require quarterly medical screening for sexually transmitted diseases.  There's a hefty
membership fee you must pay, plus annual dues and day use fees."

"How hefty?"

"I'm not sure, but a couple of thousand at least."

His head dropped a few inches, "A couple of thousand?!"

"I'm not sure about that.  But if you want, I'll find out.  I'll also get you that recommendation you
need to get your foot in the door, if you're interested.  Maybe I can get you in as a guest."

Karen turned from her stove and added, "Well we're very interested.  At Galveston, you
expanded our sexual horizons far beyond anything we had previously considered.  We need
someway to express that sexuality.  It sounds like the place for us to go."

She served up the bowls of chicken and sausage gumbo over rice.  I discovered that she's a pretty
good cook.  We continued our discussion of Crystal Springs and sex in general.  Apparently
Galveston was a real eye opener for Karen.  She discovered anal sex, which she now regularly
enjoyed and she confessed to have a burning desire to be taken by two men at once, and she
wanted to try three.  Josh said he found that three-way and four-way sex was exciting, and that
he a hard on thinking of me doing Karen tonight.  Both expressed frustration that since
Galveston there hadn't been an opportunity for group sex.   

"What about sex with your friends, the ones who wanted to go to Crystal Springs?"

Josh said, "We invited them over, but we never got around to asking them if they wanted to
really party.  I guess we're just too damned shy."

As Karen finished clearing the table, Josh reached around from behind and began unbuttoning
her dress, giving me a show as he stripped his girl, unbuttoning the entire dress from top to
bottom and then slowly removing it from her shoulders and arms.  She wore a blue topaz in her
belly.  He removed her bra, freeing her freckled tits and revealing her rose tattoo.  He tweaked
and gently pulled on her nipples causing them to become erect.  

He had her turn around slowly, showing off her thong panties before he invited me to remove
them.  I pulled them down to her ankles and butterfly tattoo.  She stepped out of them and as she
did her ringed toes were an instant turn on for me.  I began sucking her toes while Josh
continued his manipulation of her nipples and breasts.  Her toes were salty from her day's work. 
I still stunk of cigarette smoke from the rig trailer, and I had already earlier caught a whiff of BO
from Josh.  We all needed a bath and as I stood I suggested we all shower and clean off the day's
grime.

Josh said, "Good idea, I think I smell!"  He reached out began unbuttoning my shirt and then he
made a show for Karen of stripping me, inviting her to remove my underwear.  I was surprised
but pleased when he grasped my dick and stroked it to erection while Karen watched.   Josh too
had cravings ignited in Galveston that he wanted fulfilled.  

Then it was my turn to strip Josh.  Removing his long sleeve work shirt I revealed his sunburst
tattoo on his right deltoid and the vine tattoo circling his left bicep. 
He wasn't wearing his nipple ring tonight. Once Karen removed his drawers I returned the favor
of fondling his dick as be continued to toy with mine.  It was going to be grand night of sex.

In the crowded shower I bathed Karen while Josh bathed me.  He paid particular attention to my
asshole, running a soapy finger up my ass.   I didn't object and he correctly surmised that my ass
was his for the taking tonight.  I turned around and soaped him down. He closed his eyes and
smiled as I in turn explored his ass with my fingers.  He too wanted it where the sun never
shines.

They only had a standard double bed in their small bedroom so we settled into the living room. 
The carpeted floor was just fine for what we were about to do.  We were getting it on in various
combinations and I had already used and discarded on the floor three condoms plus the French
tickler, while Josh had discarded the one condom he had used on me.  

We were locked in a double dick duo with me on top, fucking away at her ass, when suddenly
there was a crashing noise.  The front door flew open and in rushed half a dozen armed, black
clad ninja's with the letters DEA across the back!  The bastards didn't knock or identify
themselves, they just broke the door down like some god damned Nazi's!  I couldn't believe it.  I
didn't have a chance to move off of Karen before an M-16 was at my head, with the agent
ordering me not to move.  

"God damn, look at that!" exclaimed one agent.

"Fucking perverted cockroaches!  All right, show's over guys.  Search this whorehouse, we know
it's here!"

Suddenly I had a real sinking feeling.  What if Josh was dealing in dope?  Shit!  What am I doing
here?

"God damn, look at all the used rubbers!  She must be crawling with crabs!"

The muzzle of the M-16 banged my head.  "Okay asshole, hands behind the head.  Now slowly
get up."   

From the position I was in it was damned near impossible to get up with my hands behind my
head, but I struggled and managed to stand, soft dick still covered in latex.

"Okay whore, hands behind the head.  Now slowly get up."  He pointed to Josh, "You, stay still
and don't move!  All right, slowly, hands behind the head.  Now slowly get up."    

We had to stand with our hands behind our head while they searched the house.  The agents
were gawking and snickering, hurling insults at us.   Karen was in tears the entire time.   As I
stood there naked, I could see across the street through the broken front door, and after about ten
minutes, a white van pulled out of the opposite driveway and drove off.  

We continued to stand for forty-five minutes as the DEA agents searched the house in vain. 
They tore the hell out the place trying to find what they were looking for.  They didn't even find
a marijuana roach.  

We overheard an agent talking on the radio. "Pappa Bear, Pappa Bear, this is Little Bear One. 
Negative on 379 Elm.  Roger, I repeat, negative on 379 Elm."

Josh exclaimed, "You dumb bastards!"

"You shut up!"

"No, you shut up!  This is 376 Elm!  379 is across the street!"

The agents looked at each other in disbelief.  One looked outside at the number above the door. 
"Says 379."

Josh was red in the face, "It's 376!  The six is missing a nail, it's hanging upside down!"

"Oh, shit!  God damn it!  God damn it!" exclaimed Little Bear One, as he realized his error.

Josh continued to rub it in, "The guy you're looking for drove off about thirty minutes ago.  You
watched him drive away!"

"Uh, I'm sorry folks, there's been a mistake," Little Bear One said as he desperately tried to find a
way to extricate himself from the mess he was now in.  

I spoke up, "Just who the hell are you?  I want to see some ID!"

"I don't have to show you shit!"

"Now I know why you assholes are called pigs!  You act like pigs!  This was an illegal intrusion
tonight!"

"I'm sure you wouldn't want it known what was going on here tonight."

"What was going on?  We were fucking!  Nothing illegal about that! On the other hand you
grossly violated our constitutional rights against unreasonable search, not to mention the
property damage you caused."

"We had a search warrant!"

"For across the street, not here!"

"You'll have to take that up with our headquarters.  Okay men, clear out of here and search the
house across the street.  Make damned sure it's 379 Elm!"  Little Bear One left with his men
without ever properly identifying himself.

Josh and Karen surveyed the damage to their home.  Everything was thrown on the floor without
regard to its value.  Karen held a broken vase.  She was now really bawling.  Josh picked up the
phone and called the Port Arthur Police, telling them that a half a dozen men broke into his
house and had ransacked it while holding us at gunpoint.  

"No, they didn't identify themselves, but they're now across the street ransacking Peter Moss's
mother's house.  You better hurry."

Within five minutes several police cruisers were at 379 Elm Street, and a dispute broke out. 
Josh and I dressed and went across the street to talk with the police officers.  I demanded that
they identify Little Bear One and his merry band of incompetents.  I also had the police inspect
Josh and Karen's home and document the damage.  While the officers and agents argued, the
white van pulled into the driveway.  The van was immediately surrounded by armed DEA agents
who searched the van, finding nothing but groceries and the 72-year-old lady driver.

We watched the circus from Josh's front porch.  Little Bear One was going berserk.  Josh started
laughing as the situation across the street continued to deteriorate.  I asked him, "What's so
funny?"

"Peter Moss."

"Who is he?"

"Congressman Peter Moss, Mrs. Moss is his mother!"

"No shit!"  Little Bear One had walked into a buzz saw!




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