Chapter 9: Loose Ends

I had to go see Toby and the Gipps first. I didn’t mind them keeping Thomas O’Donald’s car, if they were the ones who had it, and that girl I’d given them was theirs, too. I needed to get them to agree that Mr. O’Donald’s wife, daughter, and house were mine, though.

They had a meeting room. It wasn’t fancy enough to call it a throne room, but it would be intimidating to people brought in to see Toby and his council.

That could have been scary, visiting a gang in their home turf. Even just last week, taking a pair of women like Alice and Melanie with me to go to their crib wouldn’t have been a good idea. I’d do my best to protect them, but someone would have decided that they were worth the trouble. After last night, though, the Gipps were solidly on my side. Everyone I saw over there had a smile for me.

There’s always someone, though. Every crowd has one, someone who just has to start shit. This time it was one of the older guys. I didn’t know his real name, just that they called him ‘Junk’. Maybe he worked at a junkyard. Maybe he was always playing with his dick. I didn’t know where his name came from and I certainly didn’t care. When we walked into the Gipp’s meeting room, Junk asked “You got two more bitches for us, Coach?”

I turned to Alice and said “Alice, please introduce yourself and explain our relationship.”

She said “Yes, Larry” and then spoke louder. “I am Alice O’Donald. I am Larry Wilkins’ bitch. I’m going to be his bitch for the rest of my life. I’m not anyone else’s bitch. I do whatever Larry tells me to do. If he tells me to show you a good time I’m going to do that. If he doesn’t tell me to, though, you can go fuck yourself. I believe the phrase is ‘I ain’t your bitch’.”

“Nobody talks to me like that!”

I looked at Toby. “Toby, where do you stand? One of your boys wants to start shit. If he does, I’m gonna finish it. Do you want Junk dead, or just slapped around until he learns to keep his mouth shut?”

Toby thought for a second. “I don’t want any of my boys dead. I certainly don’t want you dead, either. You’ve given us some status. As long as you’re at W-C and we don’t cause any trouble at the school, everything’s good. Now, I think that your lady came on a little strong, but then Junk does have a big mouth and he would have kept at it until something happened. As long as he doesn’t pull out a knife or anything, can you just beat him down until he learns to not start shit?”

“Sure. I’ll just beat him until he can’t talk anymore. If he pulls out a weapon, though, one of us is gonna die today. Here.”

“There it is, Junk. You wanna fight Coach Wilkins over how much respect his women owe you?”

“Naw, they aren’t worth it. I was just talkin’.”

“It might have been better to not do so much of that ‘just talkin’ shit. Lots of people here didn’t say anything. They all thought it might be better to keep quiet until they knew what was goin’ on. Now, Coach, what can we do for you?”

“A coupla things. First off, Alice’s husband was one of the bastards who set up that bullshit with the district championship. He got his, he’s down at the Top Hat learning all about being a good bitch. Any of you people know what happened to his car? I don’t care, I just want to know that it was taken care of.”

Someone asked “What kind was it?”

I turned to Alice.

“It was a black Lincoln, almost two years old. My husband had the keys in his pocket.”

I added “Who ended up with Tom O’Donald’s wallet and keys? We do need his wallet and the rest of his keys.”

Somebody else said “It didn’t have any money in it.” After a couple of seconds, everyone started laughing. Right. It didn’t have any money in it NOW.

“Any cash is all yours. The car is yours. We just need his driver’s license and all that stuff. We called the credit card companies and had them turned off. They might have worked last night, but they shouldn’t work any more.”

Somebody else said “Yeah, we got his car and his wallet. I’ll go get it.”

“Not yet. We got more to talk about.” I turned back to Toby. “Toby, Tom O’Donald was a shithead who’s getting what he deserves. His wife and daughter, though, are nice people. I’ve taken them in. They are under my protection. They aren’t whores, they aren’t sluts. They belong to me, and they are private property. There won’t be any trouble over anything that happened yesterday, but today and from now on they are off limits. Somebody might be able to corner them sometime when I’m not around, but when I find out I’m gonna buttfuck whoever did it with a tire iron.”

Toby nodded. “Yeah, we can do that. The Gipps will keep an eye out for your women. They aren’t public. They are private property.”

“Thank you. Okay, next I guess I should check on your share of the loot. I know you got at least one of the girls on VMC’s team. How is she doing? She belongs to the Gipps, but I should look and see how well you take care of your women. For that matter, did you get any other women? There were a whole lot of women came to see the game, and you should have gotten a few more for your people.”

Toby smiled and shook his head. “You don’t want to see that girl right now. She had a pretty hard night and she’s sleeping it off.”

“I need to at least see that she’s still breathing. I hope she isn’t too fucked up.”

“Well, she’s pretty well fucked, but she’ll be fine once she gets over it.”

“That’s fine. I need to see her, though. What about other women? Did your boys collect any other pussy?”

“We got two that I know of. We may have gotten more. I haven’t heard from all my people yet. A lot of them are still sleeping it off.”

“Can we see those two, at least? Alice may be able to identify them. Some of them might be worth some money.”

“You aren’t going to start any shit, are you?”

“Toby, they are yours, but ya gotta take care of them. If you fuck them to death today, what are you going to do tomorrow? It’s not like I can bring you a bunch more pussy.”

“Well, they probably look kinda rough, but it’s nothin’ permanent. They’ll get better.”

“Okay. One last thing, and then if we can just see the women for a second we’ll get out of your hair.”

“Sure. What’s the last thing?”

“The O’Donalds have a nice house. I don’t want it fucked up. If your people got Tom’s wallet, they have his address. If they have his car keys they probably have his house keys too. I want the house keys back, and I want your people to leave that house alone. Alice and Melanie still live there when they aren’t with me. Hell, I may move in with them. It’s a pretty nice place.”

That wasn’t gonna happen. I had to stay where I was in Central Heights if I was going to keep teaching at W-C. Their house was too far away. Alice and Melanie were going to move in with me, and we’d sell their house. We’d get a lot more for it if it didn’t get vandalized.

“What if we don’t get the word out fast enough?”

“I got a sign in the trunk of my car, for away games. It says “This parking spot reserved for WCHS Coach Wilkins”. I put it in their driveway. Anyone from around here who sees that should leave the place alone.”

“That might work. Sure, I’ll put that out, too, to leave their house alone. It belongs to you now.”

“That’s it. If we can see the girls and get Mr. O’Donald’s wallet and house keys, we’ll get out of here. I got other people to go see, too.”

Toby took us to go see the girls. Nobody recognized the first woman. She was probably in her late 30’s, so she was probably one of Melanie’s teammates’ mothers, but she didn’t know which one. She was lying in a bed by herself, naked and chained to the frame.

She wasn’t beautiful, but she wasn’t ugly, either. Any man would be willing to fuck her, if he found her in his bed. If the Gipps didn’t want to keep her as club property I’d buy her for the Crib. I’d get my money back soon enough.

She was a mess. She hadn’t quite been fucked to death, but she’d driven pretty far down that road. She had spooge all over her face, tits, and crotch. She had bruises all over but no open wounds. She didn’t wake up while we were looking at her.

I asked Toby to find out who she was, the next time she woke up. I had a list of people who had been instrumental in setting up that cunt’s scheme, and I wanted to make sure that they all got fucked over as well as I could arrange.

The second one was the ballplayer we’d given to the Gipps last night from the bus. She was tall and slender with red hair and a whole bunch of freckles. Her freckles went all the way down her body almost to her waist. Her ass was red, and so were her tits. She was sleeping almost on top of one of the Gipps, but she rolled off of him when he told her to.

Toby told us that she had been ordered to sleep holding one of his people. If she wasn’t snuggled up against a Gipp, she better not be sleeping. The guy she’d been sleeping with said that he’d had to paddle her ass a few times before she understood that they were serious about her snuggling up. Her face, her titties, and her pussy all had to be pressed against a Gipp or she wasn’t allowed to sleep. Her titties were red because she kept wanting to cover them up and they kept pulling her hands away and slapping them until she learned to keep her hands down.

Melanie said that her name was Elizabeth. She wasn’t really a lesbian but she had to pretend or she wouldn’t get to play on VMC’s team. She was a nice person. I asked how she would feel about us taking her in, if the Gipps had to get rid of her. Would she want Elizabeth to live with us, or would she want us to send her somewhere else?

Melanie looked at me kinda sideways. “What would her status be?”

“Oh, she’d be another three-hole cumdump like you and your mother. Not that I need another one, the two of you are gonna kill me. It’s just an option if she doesn’t have anywhere else to go. She’d have to agree to it, too, or I wouldn’t take her in. On the other hand, if she didn’t want to be my personal cumdump I’m sure that Lucy could find something for her to do.”

Melanie made a face and said “I’d make sure she understood that being your cumdump would be the best option she had. If you had three cumdumps there would be one of us with you all the time, ready to do whatever you wanted.”

“It’s just a what-if. As long as the Gipps want her, she is their property. If the Gipps have to get rid of her, I’ll take her in if you want me to.”

While we were there one of the Gipps gave me a wallet and some keys. I handed them to Alice, who said that they were Tom’s. The wallet still had Tom’s ID stuff, but the cash and credit cards were all gone. The Lincoln’s key was gone, too, but there was a house key, a Buick key, a safe deposit box key, and some other things.

Alice recognized the third woman. She was a big athletics supporter at VMC. That bitch was on my list, too. From what I knew about all the bribes, Alice’s husband had provided a lot of money but he was only something like 4th or 5th on the list. This bitch had been behind the cunt every step of the way, handing the cunt more money every time she asked. The only people higher on my list were the cunt herself and Jilly Masterson, the president of their athletic booster club.

I told Toby that this bitch was on my shit list, and I wanted her fucked over good. Not fucked to death, that would end it. Fucked halfway to death, though, that would be good. As long as the Gipps did it over and over and over for as long as they could.

On our way out I told Toby that if they wanted to keep the women for a while, they needed to move them somewhere else. He asked why. I told him that it was possible that I’d get run in for something. If I had to to save my own ass, I’d cough them up. Until this had all blown over, they needed to put the women someplace that I didn’t know about. That way, I could turn them in, the Feds would raid them, and not find anything. They’d get harassed for a while but nothing big would happen. The Feds would accept that I tried to help them but the Gipps had been two steps ahead of me.