"Nothing, I’m pretty sure," Candace grinned. "The place was just squeaky clean. Apparently, though, nobody wanted to play…"
Fred returned to the bar — and proceeded to get loaded. After waiting an hour, Candace went inside and confirmed that he was there — and that he was drinking heavily. She had a beer, fended off two or three clumsy pick-up attempts, and slid back out, apparently escaping Fred’s notice. "He’s drinking like a fish in there," she reported to Louise, who was at work; Louise and Beth were back on days…
"He’s pissed, then," Louise supplied. "You’re right — nothing happened at that place. Means he’s horny, too."
"What do you figure this all means?" Candace asked.
Beth, who was listening, asked, "You said that the adult place was nice?"
"Yes," Candace replied, "Very clean and well-lit."
"I’ve been in a couple of those places," Beth admitted, "and you don’t WANT them to be well-lit — it ruins the anonymity. Those guys are mostly married, but getting some head on the side because it isn’t being supplied at home. They don’t want to be recognized. The other thing is that if it’s squeaky, it’s regularly patrolled. And there are probably no glory holes — and that’s apparently how Fred prefers to handle things."
"Why?" Damian asked, listening in on Candace’s speakerphone-equipped cell.
"It’s anonymous," Beth explained. "You stick your dick through a hole and somebody sucks it. You don’t know who. It could even be a woman — was, in my case!" She tittered. "Or you wait and someone sticks his through and you suck it. Fred was on both ends at that other hole." She mused a moment. "It was a pit — dark and dirty and there were holes everywhere — and the only monitoring was for the staff to be voyeurs … I bet if Fred knew about THAT he wouldn’t go back."
"Probably not," Louise agreed. "This dick thing is his backup plan — that means whatever bitch he was banging told him to hit the street. Maybe we should go ahead with the girls, now that he’s sorta desperate."
Beth nodded. "I’ll tell Lon," Candace murmured. "You know, he isn’t thrilled. I don’t guess I would be, either.
"Well, Rick pulled Teela," Beth sighed. "Although we could probably get her to parade around out there and see if Fred’s interested…" There was the outside chance that Fred had made the switch and was primarily doing males…
"Good idea," Candace agreed. "We should probably clue everyone else in on what’s happening and start planning."
"We’re technically coming off shift," Louise offered. "Want to set up something for this afternoon?"
"Sure," Candace agreed. "Call around — see what you can do. Damian and I may have to attend by phone…"
"I bet he’s rooted," Louise opined. "Y’all can probably come on in. He’ll probably stay late and come home blitzed and pissy."
"Well, we’ll wait, for now," Candace replied. "You never know — he might get up the nerve to go someplace else."
The rest turned out to be easily reeled in; Lon, Rick, Sally, and Teela were at Rick’s, fooling around in the pool — and Jean was home, too. It was decided that they would meet at Jean’s. Terence made the trek alone; Beth and Louise left work in a convoy. When they were all organized, Beth put Jean’s phone on speaker and called Candace.
Candace was slumped behind the wheel of her car; Damian had two fingers in her vagina and was working over her clitty with his thumb. She didn’t figure she was going to get a huge cum like that, but it WAS pleasant — and Damian was getting to be more and more adept… "H-hello?"
"Are we interrupting something, Mistress?" Beth smirked.
"Not really," Candace grated, putting the cell phone on speaker. "Is everyone there?"
"Yes, Mistress. Would you like to fill them in?"
"Okay." Candace related the situation and Louise provided the analysis of the implications. At the end of it, Candace took over, "So you see, we think the time is ripe for the girls to go in."
"Teela’s not going," Rick announced.
Lon made a face. "So I’m stuck letting Sally? That sucks."
"We were thinking that Teela could go in to see if there is any shot at making the whole thing work," Louise interjected smoothly. "If she parades around and gets a reaction from Fred, then we can go ahead with further planning."
Lon looked at Rick — who looked at Teela. "That sounds okay," she said carefully. "I just do a little teasing, right?"
"Right," Louise agreed. "If Fred bites, then we can look at something more, um, elaborate."
"I don’t like it," Lon declared flatly, "but if it goes forward, Toby and I are working on the particulars. Toby has a plan; we’re going to use his place, as it’s the easiest for him to set up."
Toby nodded. "We’ve come up with some bells and whistles to make it interesting without Fred getting too deep in Sally, if we work it right. I’m going to do the video setup and help out; Lon’s going to be there to make sure Fred doesn’t get too wild with Sally…"
"So there is a plan?" Candace asked.
"Yes," Toby replied. "Leave it to us — we’ll handle it, if it goes down."
"Fine." Candace wasn’t sure why she agreed so quickly — maybe she just didn’t want to know.
"So, when?" Teela asked.
"Tomorrow?" Beth solicited agreement from those present.
"How far do I go?"
"I’d go in to the site, wave it around a bit, and eyeball all of those construction hunks," Louise replied. "Flash a little something and make eyes at Fred — see if he wants to play. Use your judgment — you know how to tease a guy, right?"
"Well, I’m not THAT good at it — but I guess if I’m a little obvious, that’s okay…" Teela mused.
"Right. You ain’t gonna be on the receiving end, anyway," Louise replied.
Lon looked disgusted; Sally, as usual, looked serene.
Louise picked it up. "We’re gonna owe you guys big time if this goes down," she said.
"Damn straight," Lon grunted. It was clear that he was going to collect, too!
"Anything else?" Jean asked.
"Yeah," Damian 's voice came across the speaker, "About the dog…"
"Damian!" Louise snapped.
"Well, hey, I might have something!" Damian argued.
"It can wait!" Louise retorted.
"Awright!" Damian sounded aggrieved.
"Are we done, then?" Jean asked again. There was general agreement. "Okay, then, I guess we’re adjourned…"
People started to scatter. Jean passed a look with Toby, who remained seated. Beth got up and murmured, "Hey, Terence…" then sidled up and began whispering in his ear. Terence grinned and nodded and whipped out his cell; Beth slid her hand in his while he dialed one-handed.
Teela watched this, amused. "What’s that all about?" she asked Rick.
"He has to call Candace to get permission for Beth to fuck him," Rick related. "It’s all part of the Mistress crap."
"So they have a thing going?"
"No," Rick frowned. "It’s sort of a default. Lon is with Sally, I’m with you — Toby, of course was never on her list. That leaves Terence and Damian — and Damian is with Candace…"
"So I’m tying you up and Sally is tying Lon up and Beth has no choice?"
"Something like that," Rick nodded.
"Look, if you want to set something up…" Teela offered. "I just want to be there. Maybe I can use that rain check…"