Chapter 9

Missy looked at me and called over to Ginger, “There is something wrong with Rich.” Ginger came over, and said, “What’s the matter, Rich?”

I mumbled, “Charley is dead.”

The chorus said, “Shit, that sucks.”

“Wow, that was a kick in the balls. What the hell are we going to do? I can’t be both. It won’t work because of liability. If we can’t replace Charley, then there will be no club. We need to find Bill or Roger. Let’s look outside.” There they were, taking a smoke break. Out in the parking lot, all three of us approached them. First thing I said was, “What time is this supposed to be over, and I got bad news too?”

Bill said, “Usually 9:30, but I want to talk to Charley about extending it to 11, now that we have such a nice place, but I guess that will be up to you. So what’s the bad news?”

“Charley died today at around noon, a fatal heart attack. But maybe even the worst news is how it affects the club.”

“How about you take over for Charley, and we just keep ongoing as we were?”

“No, I can’t be both. It’s about liability. The two responsibilities have to be separate.” He was looking at me funny, so I said. “Let me give you an example, if the club would get sued, or has legal problems and I am not the owner or just the leader, then that is it, it does not affect me and if I have legal problems here, it doesn’t effect the club. If I am both, then I could lose it all.”

“I see. It is more complicated than I thought. So what are we going to do?”

“We need to find someone to run the club. Do you know when the other groups have their gatherings, and do you know any of them?”

“Yes, we do. Roger and I are Bi and we belong to some of the other groups. We could supply you with a lot of info. If you like, huh Roger?”

“When you’re done smoking, come inside. Missy can record all the info you got. Soon we were at a table in the dining room. Missy had a legal pad and was writing it all down.”

Bill said, “As far as I know. The incest group meets on Sundays, but not this Sunday. The older group and the next older group are combined. Now, they meet on Saturdays. The other two meet on Saturdays, too.”

“Do you know anyone in the other groups?”

“Yes, we do, especially Roger. He frequents all the groups except incest.”

“You don’t know how much better I feel knowing that.”

Give all the names you have to Missy. She will record them with phone numbers or email addresses, if you have them. I would like to call an emergency meeting tomorrow night or afternoon. For the purpose of informing them of Charley’s death and finding a new leader.”

Ginger asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

“Change the lighting to our usual night time level. Close the kitchen, being me a cup of coffee and a hot dog,” then I looked at the others at the table, asking if they wanted anything, no charge.

Bill said, “That’s about it.” Roger nodded the same.

“Now I have a question. Do you think it would be fees able to go to Charley’s house and look for club records tonight? You have a key, right Roger?”

“I was thinking the same thing. Yes, I do have a key. Let’s do it.”

“I looked at Bill. You coming along?”

“Sure thing.”

Missy asked, “Can I come?”

“No, I need you here.”

So we took off in Roger’s truck. It was about seven miles there, well off the road. Roger backed right up to the back door.

He said, “I know where the file cabinet is. We shouldn’t need any lights.”

So in we went. Roger lead us up to the back bedroom. Apparently it was Charley’s room and in the corner was a two drawer filing cabinet. It was locked, but I said don’t worry about that. Roger picked it up, and we were out the door and in his truck in less than ten minutes. The drive was suspenseful until we were off his property and up the road about a mile.

Back at the club house, I went in before them, propping the door open, going to my office. I opened the desk drawer and got my filing cabinet key. They had set the cabinet right in front of the office window. I inserted my key and unlocked it. They were amazed by my having a key to the filing cabinet. I smiled and said, “As far as I know, all cabinets have the same locks on them. This key fits everyone I have ever seen.”

Inside the cabinet was a treasure of information. All the membership applications, with personal notes that Charley had written and paper clipped to them, a list of all the groups with the members’ names, addresses and phone numbers. A schedule for the whole month of April and May. This was exciting, to say the least. Maybe we won’t need a special meeting tomorrow. He even had the three couples that he was interviewing. But no group assigned to them. I guess I will have to interview them.

Ginger brought me a hot dog and a cup of coffee.

I asked, “Are all the guests gone?”

Missy said, “All the keys are in, and the only vehicles that’s not ours are Rogers’ and Bills.

Bill says, “And we are out of here.”

Missy, “You and Ginger check all the rooms, make sure all the doors are locked inside and out. The rooms that need attention, leave open. Better start a load of laundry. Empty the coins out of the pop machines, and record it, refill the machines and count the money. We took in.

Speaking of money, I have got to figure out what and how to pay you both. I’ll start with Missy, you will be on salary, $4000. a month, minus $300. for room and board. Does that seem fair?

“Rich, I will work for nothing just to be near you.”

“No, that won’t work.”

“Ginger, I’ll pay you by the hour, plus tips, $10. an hour for the hours you work. Is that OK with you?”

“What if I quit working for my parents and move in here with you guys?”

“I don’t think that’s fair to your parents. I am sure they’re counting on you.”

“I know they are. They think I am their slave. I told them I was going to quit as soon as I got a job and a place to live. Kim said I could move in there temporarily. But I would rather live here and work for you. If you want me to.”

“We will work that out later. I will have to think about it.”

Missy says, “Rich, that is too much, $3700. for doing something I would do, anyway.”

“How much did you make at Buckeye Mart? I want to replace that income minus $300? Now let’s sit down and relax. Deal?”

“I made $9.25 an hour, only got 30 hours a week, so I didn’t count as a full-time employee. It wasn’t $3700.”

“So you only made about $1250. before taxes. While I’m on the subject of taxes, at the end of the year, I will give you a Form 1099, reporting all your wages, you will have to file, federal and state tax returns and pay what you owe, so I encourage you to put back about 25% of your pay.

How much do your parents pay you and how many hours a week do you work?”

“They give me $100. a month spending money, plus my own room and all the food I want.”

“That’s it. I guess you are a slave. If you want to work for me and live here, you can. Would it be okay if you shared a room with Missy?”

The Chorus answered, “Deal.”

11:30PM

We moved one of the couches in front of the TV. About all we get is movies. But the girls are OK with that, I need to check my money supply.

We were cuddled up on the couch, after getting blankets and removing our clothing. There I was in between two teenagers making out and feeling titties, while they fondled my vagina probe. “I asked who is first tonight?”

Ginger said she was to go first. I had my hand in her crotch, working her slit, making it slick, making her squirm all over the couch, Missy slipped a condom on my tool, and Ginger hopped on, right there on the couch, she was wet and ready, and riding me for all she was worth. I reach around to her front and tackle her nipples. That caused a small orgasm. Not enough to slow her down, though. She was going for broke, and then it happened. She froze, then started to breathe funny, moaning and howling, she starting to get to me now. Then she stopped, said next, and climbed off.

I had been playing with Missy the whole time and she was dripping juices. I said, get on this pony and ride. She was going to ride me like Ginger did. I said, turn around and show me your tits, woman. She mounted me that way, I had a feast before my eyes, those wonderful C size tits of hers, nipples standing straight out, I had my hands around them, tweaking her nipples and now sucking on one, back and forth I went from one to the other, suddenly she arched her back, let out a scream of some sort and really went to town on me, she froze and arched, howling oh, Rich, I love you so much, I couldn’t take it any longer and shot like a cannon, filling her up. I was still glued to her tits. She went ooh and said you can stop now. I’m getting off. Ginger was right there to steady her as she got untangled. I said I think I’ll have a cold one. Ginger skedaddled to the kitchen and brought me a beer. She is amazing.