Rick nodded. "That would be cool, I think. I’ll ask her."
"Or I can," Teela smirked. "Candace might be more lenient with her over me."
"You could be right," Rick agreed.
Meanwhile, Terence was working his way through the process with Candace. "So, is it all right?"
"Yeah, I guess," Candace grumped. Granted, she had Damian there with her — and she KNEW he wasn’t going to let her go without a fuck — but she sort of wanted to do something more, like get rid of that ass-fuck that was hanging over her head. That took a public gathering, and they hadn’t had one in a while… "Hey, put Jean on, will you? I want to talk to her and Louise."
"Mama!" Terence yelled to keep his mother from disappearing through the door. "Candace wants to talk to you and Jean!"
Jean’s head cranked around from where she now sat oriented on Toby, "What?"
"Here." Terence stuck the phone in her hand and put it on speaker.
"What’s up?" Jean asked.
"I think we need to shake stuff up again — have another party, you know?" Candace remarked. "Things are kind of limited right now; despite the talk about what the boys can and can’t do, the girls are driving things in certain directions…"
Everybody heard. Jean pursed her lips. "Looks like we have another subject to discuss, after all."
Teela shrugged. "I was just telling Rick that I might like to cash in that rain check…"
"Sweetheart?" Sally cocked her head at Lon. "The other day you said something about what was fair to your friends…"
Lon assumed a pinched expression. "Yeah." Everyone started glancing around — except Toby.
Jean said quietly, "I think the girls are trying to say something…"
Teela shrugged. "I sorta promised Rick that he could, um, meet his obligations…"
Sally glanced up and said clearly. "I have no say in this matter. And I like it that way." Lon and Rick shared a grimace.
"Hey, is Damian still there?" Teela asked.
"Yeah," Damian grunted.
"Look, I want to hear about the dog, even if no one else does!" Teela insisted.
Louise rolled her eyes and Jean put her head in her hands, but Damian couldn’t see that. "Hey, okay. It belongs to a friend of a friend. Turns out he wants to go out of town next week to some camp — but he has to kennel the dog, and the kennel wants an arm and a leg. I mean, if we offer to watch him, we’ll make a buck or two AND have a dog to do this flick with…"
"Your Pa would shit a brick!" Louise exploded.
"Well, somebody else, then," Damian replied. "He don’t care where the dog is as long as it’s being taken care of!"
People started glancing around the room. "I don’t know…" Jean murmured.
"The yard is fenced…" Rick argued, then flashed a look at Lon.
"Yeah, yeah," Lon grunted. "Ours is, too. Mama?"
Candace flicked a worried glance at Damian. "Ummm…" Damian stared her down. "Well, maybe. What kind of dog is it?"
"Rottweiler and, well, SOMETHING else…" Damian spread his hands.
"It’s male?" Beth asked. "Unfixed?"
"Balls the size of golf balls," Damian confirmed. "Dude is always having to chain him up because other dogs are in heat."
"Is he aggressive?" Teela asked.
"He might lick you to death…" Damian realized what he’d said when several snickers broke out.
"What about food?" Candace asked.
"Dude will supply it."
"And if he tears stuff up?" Candace pressed.
"He ain’t a pup any more," Damian replied. "But we can take it out of the proceeds. Besides, I thought we were getting a dog for a reason of our own?"
"Okay, okay!" Candace waved it off. "Can we get back to the other thing? How about a barbeque?"
"That ain’t all, right?" Damian clarified.
"No," Candace replied, exasperated. "Do we have to get graphic? Okay, then — an orgy, sort of. That good enough for you?"
"Just getting things out in the clear," Damian replied smugly.
Jean flicked a glance around the table at the other women. "Saturday?"
"After three?" Louise prompted. "Beth and I are working…"
"Fine with me," Candace agreed.
"Saturday, then. At Candace’s?" Jean once more garnered approval.
"Fine," Candace agreed, sensing agreement in the silence.
"Great!" Damian exclaimed. "And the dog?"
The women at the table gathered silent opinions. "Go see how much you can get for babysitting him," Louise sighed. "And when and where and such. We’ll figure it out based on that."
"Cool." Damian settled back.
"Is that it?" Jean asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Candace agreed.
"Okay, then. Bye!" Jean handed the phone to Terence. He and Beth headed for the door, holding hands and looking like newlyweds. Teela grinned and shook her head.
"They have a lot in common," Toby observed, poker-faced.
"Yeah," Louise grunted, "they both like dick!"
"Louise!" Jean erupted. "That’s your son!"
Louise shrugged. "It’s the truth. To be fair, I bet they both like pussy, too!" She grimaced. "I like dick — and it’s been in short supply…"
The three males present shared a glance. "Saturday," Lon promised.
Chapter 49
Posted: April 04, 2009 - 10:15:59 am
People who knew Teela wouldn’t have known her the next morning. She went straight; going easy on the black make-up, she showed up for collection in a cropped V-neck T-shirt and a ridiculously short but colorful skirt — and pink flip-flops. Rick cocked his head, bug-eyed, "Holy shit! Is that it?"
"Yep." Teela flipped up the ragged hem of the T-shirt to display her breasts and turned around and bent over to display a bare ass. "That’s everything."
"Better pack mace in your purse." Rick shook his head. "How fast do you run? I can’t take on a half-dozen beefy construction workers!"
"Fast enough," Teela giggled, excited. "Let’s go!"
It was a quarter of eleven when Teela came tripping up the sidewalk in the direction opposite where Rick had parked and stuck her head in the door of the site. It was a hot day; big fans were running to offset the temperature while three guys sheet-rocked over the electrical work of two others in the lobby. Fred was cutting mouldings on a table saw in the back of the room. "Hey, guys! What’cha doing?"
"Workin'." Fred looked up, irritated. Stupid … cunt. The thought started out kid, but his brain changed horses based on the visual. He moderated his tone. "Need sumpthin'?"
"I just wanted to get a look," Teela replied, reaching up under the cropped T to scratch the underside of her left breast. "I’ve never seen a place being built like this…"
Fred saw skin — and he wasn’t the only one. Enrico "Rico" Gambrelli had a prime, off-side seat from where he was putting in power plugs near the floor on Teela’s left; he mapped the whole lower surface of Teela’s left breast with his eyes. "Mebbe you oughta get a tour," he offered, virtually drooling.
"Don’t go hoggin' her," Fred grunted. "Pass her around."
"Yah." Enrico waved Teela over to him. "I’m doin' rough electrical over here. The guys have already framed and insulated — see the pink stuff with the brown paper covering? That’s fiberglass — you don’t wanna fool with it too much…"
Teela bent from the waist to see what Enrico was doing, and he took advantage of the drop-shot at her cleavage. But he didn’t realize he was coming up short — everybody else in the room stopped breathing as Teela’s skirt rode up!
"Jeezus!" one of the other guys husked. From behind, bent over like that, Teela might as well have been naked; her whole crotch was on display, as well as her breasts.