Chapter 8: Two at Once

We got out and I blocked for her, so that she could carry the food and Melanie’s clothes and get up the stairs. Some of the same people were still hanging out. Some of the people had changed. I decided to be proactive. An ounce of prevention, etc.

“Men, it ain’t happenin’. Alice is my bitch, and I ain’t sharin’. Y’all can just forget about it.”

“Coach, what about the bitches Lucy’s got in there? We heard some shit. We know she’s got some bitches in there with her.”

“Last I checked, she had two. One of them is hers, and you’ll have to ask Lucy about her. The other one is mine, and she’s off-limits too. If I ever decide that she needs a gang-bang, I know where to find you. Until then, she’s off-limits.”

“What do they look like? Are they as pretty as this one?”

“‘This one’? ‘This one’s name is Alice, and you’re gonna want to be nice to her. She’s my girlfriend, and I’m not gonna be happy with anyone who disrespects her. For that matter, you may as well go ahead and start calling her Alice Wilkins, okay?”

I’d stopped to jaw with the boys, and Alice was crowded up behind me. When I said that she laid her head on my shoulder. “Larry, I’d love to be Mrs. Alice Wilkins. What do I need to do?”

“You already know that. ‘Any hole, any time, anywhere’.”

“That’s what your bitch does. Surely your wife has to be even better.”

“Well, when I think of something even better than that, I’ll tell you first.”

“Yes, sir.”

I turned to one of the troublemakers. “Leroy, do you ever wipe your ass with your left hand?”

“Naw, I use my right. Why the fuck does that matter?”

“Because you tend to get grabby. If you touch Alice as she walks by you, you’re gonna be wiping with your left hand for a while. Just sayin’, ya know?”

“No problem, coach. No problem.”

That got the boys to give us some space, and we walked on over to Lucy’s door and knocked.

“That you, Larry?”

“No, it’s the Melvin’s Diner breakfast delivery fairy. Put some clothes on and open the fucking door!” I could have added “ ... you stupid cunt!”, but sometimes Lucy gets mad and starts doing stupid shit.

Shanda was back at the couch, kneeling over that spot on the floor. Her ass was red, except for the parts that were black and blue. Someone had paddled her pretty hard. The TV was on, showing one of the TV preachers promising that we’d all be saved if we gave him enough money. Lucy’d been having her bitch lick her twat while she listened to the preacher thunder about living her life God’s way. Melanie was right next to the door, in the stocks. I guessed that was the easiest way to keep her under control without being chained to Shanda.

I had Alice put the stuff on the table while I turned the TV off and got Melanie out of the stocks. Maybe that’s where all of Lucy’s money went, to those TV preachers.

Lucy wanted to argue about who sat where for breakfast, but I could trump that by pointing out that she and Shanda didn’t have to eat if they didn’t want to. There were three helpings, and Alice and I had already had breakfast but we could eat again with Melanie if they weren’t hungry. That got her calmed down enough to accept Melanie and Shanda sitting at the table eating with her. Damn! The girls may be bitches, but they are still human beings and they’ll be a lot more happy and stable if we treat them okay.

Of course, Shanda wasn’t real happy about sitting down at the table, but I looked at her when she hesitated and she sat right down. If I’d had my ass beaten the way hers looked I wouldn’t want to sit down, either.

I had Alice stay at the table and act as waitress, while I tried to find something else for them to drink. Lucy could put anything she wanted in her mouth, but the only things I could find that I’d let my bitches drink was some beer and wine. I got Lucy another beer, and poured the two girls some wine. Yes, Lucy bitched about it. Do I care?

While they were eating I told Melanie that I lived alone and ate at Melvin’s a lot, but her mother had fixed me a much better breakfast this morning. I was thinking that, if she and her mother were willing to cook, I’d much rather buy them all the groceries they wanted than give all my money to Melvin’s. She let me know that she wasn’t ‘anywhere NEAR’ as good a cook as her mom, but when it was her turn to cook she’d do her best. I figured that her cooking, with her mom to supervise, had to be better than mine. Even if Alice supervised my work.

After breakfast I let Melanie get dressed. When she asked about her panties I had Alice lift her skirt to show that she wasn’t wearing any either.

We hung around for a while, just visiting with my sister. Actually, I spent most of the time teaching Shanda what I thought she should do when Lucy had a visitor. Once Lucy was satisfied that Shanda knew her place, there wasn’t any reason for Lucy to get her fat ass up out of the couch when someone came by. Lucy had a servant to do that shit. It should be Shanda who had to get up and answer the door.

I wanted Shanda to open the door wide, so that Lucy could see who it was, then stand there and wait for Lucy to tell her whether to let the visiter in or not. Standing there naked with the door open and the world looking in would help Shanda get used to being naked, so she wasn’t going to hide behind the door. She was going to stand there in full view with her arms at her sides and wait for Lucy’s instructions.

Some people, like me, Shanda would already know were welcome and she could invite us in without waiting for Lucy’s instructions. Other people Lucy wouldn’t want to see, and Shanda would just close the door again in their face. And some people would get invited in.

Anyone who was let in, I thought that Shanda should provide a personal welcome into Lucy’s home. By that I meant that if the visitor was male, Shanda should ask Lucy which hole she should offer, and when she got her answer she should hug the visitor and offer that hole. If I came by and Lucy said ‘your mouth’, then Shanda should give me a hug and ask me if she could suck my cock. If Lucy said ‘your ass’, then Shanda should give me a hug and ask me to fuck her ass. And so on.

We practiced that a few times, with the boys all around and looking in every time the door was open. Lucy may not have looked very appetizing, but Alice and Melanie were both standing around and Shanda was still naked so it was a pretty good show even though my two were mostly dressed. I got my dick licked, and Shanda got my cock stuck in her pussy a couple of times, but it didn’t go any further than that. I wasn’t urgent and I needed to save what little I had for Melanie.

I also had her welcome Alice. Alice was a visitor and deserved the same sort of welcome that I got, right? For women visitors, Shanda just had to ask Lucy for permission to make her welcome. Then Shanda would get down on her knees and kiss the visitor’s twat and suggest that she sit down on the couch so that she could get licked while she and Lucy talked. Alice’s pussy may have been sore, but she didn’t object to Shanda licking it again, not at all!

After we’d gotten Shanda’s duties under control -and Alice had been licked to a couple of cums- I was ready to go but I did point out that Melanie was also a visitor, and maybe Shanda should thank Melanie for coming by. That got Melanie licked out, too. Got to keep the women happy!

On our way out I told the boys that Lucy was almost out of wine, and the first boy who was thoughtful enough to bring her another bottle of Manichewitz would probably get a blowjob. That got them to scatter and we got back to my car without any trouble. I had Melanie sit up front, since she’d been alone all night, and thought I’d better start with an apology.

“I’m sorry about that. I really hope I never have to do that again, leave you with Lucy for the night. How bad was it?”

“Huh?”

“I left you with Lucy overnight, and I know how fucked up she is. How bad did it get? Did she make you do anything disgusting? Did she hurt you?”

“Oh, no. She touched me some, but mostly she left me alone and paid attention to Shanda. She was pretty mean to her. I mean, every time Shanda didn’t do exactly what she wanted, she’d hit her. One time Shanda stopped licking her pussy without being told to, and Lucy tied her over something and beat her ass until she was screaming. And I had to be right there, since our feet were tied together.”

“When did you get put in the stocks?”

“That happened when Lucy went to bed. She wanted Shanda to go with her, but she didn’t want me to go, too, so she made me get in the stocks and then let my feet loose.”

“You spent the night in the stocks? How’d you answer the phone then?”

“Yes, sir. She let me go to the bathroom when she got up this morning, but she put me back in them again after you called. I didn’t sleep much.”

“Shit like that is why I didn’t want to leave you there. That’s abuse. If I’m mad at you I might tie you up, but to make you spend the night like that for no good reason is fucked up. She’s getting to be as fucked up as Gail is. Okay, the next time I see Lucy I’ll put her in the stocks and she can spend the night like that and see how she likes it.”

“Well, I don’t want you to think I’m a bitch, but I’d love to see that. Your sister isn’t a very nice person.”

“I know. Okay, we’re driving over to my house first. I’m gonna want both of you to go in with me, and as soon as you’re inside I want you both naked. Don’t worry about whether the door is closed, just start taking your clothes off as soon as you’re inside.”

We talked a little about her teammates, but I didn’t know them well enough to tell her which ones went where so all I could do was promise that we’d check on them all. There were ten players in all. I had Melanie, Lucy had Shanda, and Tiny had the redhead with the big tits. Melanie said the redhead with hair like her mom’s was Sandra. Two had gone to the Crib with Melanie and Alice, and they should still be there. Three went to the gangs and two went to the movie guy. That was all ten. The girls with the movie guy were gone, we’d never see them again except maybe in a movie, but we could go check on all the other girls. They’d still be around.

I knew that Sammy had caught the cunt when she tried to skip out early. I’d asked several people to keep an eye on her. That riot after the game and the parties after the riot had all been in her honor, and I didn’t want her to miss a single minute of them.

Sammy was going to try to fuck her to death, but he’d done enough shit that I wasn’t sure if either one would still be alive. With the shit he was on he’d happily fuck himself to death instead. We’d just have to see. If the cunt was still alive come Monday morning, Frank wanted her. I’d like to see the cunt take Frank’s donkey dick, but I was pretty sure that Frank wouldn’t be with us much longer, either.

Frank had been one of my school buddies. Nowadays he was a bookie. He wasn’t too smart and he’d fucked himself with the odds on the game last night. If he took a bet with even odds, if the bettor gave him $10 and lost, Frank pocketed the $10. If he won, Frank had to hand him his $10 back as well as another $10 winnings. For that sort of thing Frank would keep 10%, or a dollar of that $10. It wasn’t much, but most bets he dealt with were larger.

For things that weren’t likely, he would give odds, maybe two to one. If someone gave him $100 at two to one, again he pocketed the $100 if the bet lost, but if the bet won he had to cough up the original $100 again plus $200 less his 10% fee. He couldn’t pay off that kind of odds unless a lot of people had given him money on the other side.