Chapter 14

We watched the rest of the team practice for about another half hour. As soon as Marsha was ready she joined Shelby, Mark and me and we went out to the nearly empty parking lot. It wasn’t until we pulled up in front of our ugly hovel and saw mom’s car that I remembered we’re going to a party tonight, a bachelor party where we’re going to be the entertainment. I explained that I was going to invite everyone in but I just remembered the party. I explained to Shelby and asked how he felt about it.

His response was predictable. He grinned from ear to ear and said, “God I wish I could be there! Of course I’m okay with it, Supergirl. I wonder if Dawson is going to record it. I’d really love to see that.”

“I don’t know about that. I suspect there are going to be a lot of guys there whose lives would be ruined if a recording like that got out. But if he does make a movie I promise I’ll get a copy of it.”

From the backseat Marsha asked, “I wonder why he didn’t invite me? I’d like to go. I’ve never been to a bachelor party but from what I hear there’s no such thing as too much pussy.”

“Call him. I imagine he feels the same way you do.”

So, she did. And of course he invited her to join us. I invited everyone to come in for a few minutes. We found mom sitting at the kitchen table wearing only a towel and sipping on a glass of ice water. I gave her a kiss and asked her how her day went.

She said hi to Marsha, Shelby and Mark. Then she said, “Neal took it easy on me, probably because of his plans for this evening so it was pretty boring, or at least as boring as a day can be when surrounded by horny men and porn. But since the day started at the bank ... Jesus! I just can’t believe what’s happening in our lives lately! I tried to talk sense to Neal again. He told me if I didn’t shut my fucking mouth he was going to have to fire me. He was smiling and he had his hand on my ass so I wasn’t too worried. But I can’t help feeling guilty.”

Then she glanced at Shelby and asked, “Do you know what we have planned for tonight? Or I should say do you know what Neal has planned for us?”

Shelby smiled, nodded and said, “Yeah. It breaks my heart I can’t be there. I’ve never been to a bachelor party of course. But I’ve heard about them. And now there are going to be three of you there. There must be smoke coming out of my ears just from the mental picture I have of the things that are going to happen there tonight.”

He paused with a thoughtful look on his face for a moment and then asked, “Does anyone know if it’s okay for the bride to entertain the guests at a bachelor party? When we get married I’d love to have you three providing the entertainment.”

I chuckled and said, “I don’t know what the rules are for bachelor parties. But do you really want your closest friends and relatives to see me like that? Now mom and Marsha on the other hand, I guess that would be okay.”

Mom and Marsha both grinned. Shelby nodded and said, “I can live with that. Or, we could just have a party with the five of us. You three would probably put me and Mark in the hospital but as long as we’re out by our wedding day what the hell? How about it, Mark?”

“As long as we do it while I’m still living at home so I’m on my parent’s health insurance policy.”

I said, “Except that I think we should include Phil I’m fine with that. But I’d be less than honest if I didn’t tell you I don’t think you two, as manly as you are, are enough to satisfy the four of us. I suppose after the ambulances take you two away we could go out and find more cock.”

Shelby pulled me into his arms and hugged me with my back to him. He kissed my neck and said, “I suppose that’s a valid point. I guess I could invite the football team.”

“That sounds like a good idea. On the other hand, if you were taken away in an ambulance I could take your keys and see if I can teach myself to drive a car with a manual transmission.”

“Okay, you win. The football and basketball teams and maybe the debate club.”

Mom suggested Marsha and I should take a shower and start getting ready. She told us to put on some nice outfits, not the slut clothes. She said Neal wants to tease hell out of his friends tonight.

I turned around in his arms and kissed Shelby. I told him I’d call him tonight if it isn’t too late when we get home. He told me to call him no matter what time it is. He wants to know I survived.

Marsha called her mom and told her she was staying over at my house tonight. I guess she was right about her parents. Her mom really couldn’t have cared less, or at least that’s the impression I got. She had her phone on speaker and her mom only said two words during the entire phone conversation. She said hello when she answered and she said okay before hanging up. That was it!

I looked at Marsha. She saw the look on my face and shrugged. She put her phone in her purse and said, “That’s why I’m so fond of your mother.” After a brief pause she said, “You know, she has never asked me how I came to have a phone!”

Shelby and Mark left and Marsha and I took a very friendly shower. When we went to my room after our shower mom had already laid out two outfits for us. Marsha and I are just about the same size, close enough anyway. And what the hell, I doubt if we’ll be wearing clothes for very long.

We were all dressed by seven o’clock when Mr. Dawson showed up. He came in and checked us all out. He obviously approved. Before we left for the party he told us there are going to be anywhere between twenty and thirty men at the party which is being held at a friend’s house. He said he’d make sure we aren’t harmed but that’s a lot of guys and we can expect to be tired and sore when we leave. I’m pretty sure all of us already expected that. Then he asked mom if we’d told her what I did at practice after school today.

Mom shook her head and looked at me. I shrugged and said, “It’s no big deal.”

He then told my mom everything, starting with the size of the audience, the large group of people who had come there today to watch me. He asked her if she knew anything about my routine. She explained that thanks to her old job she hasn’t been able to see me perform this year so she hasn’t seen the routine I’ve been perfecting. She added, “And when she talks about it she may as well be speaking a foreign language. I always feel my eyes glazing over. I’ve heard a little from Marsha and Shelby but I was hoping to see it next week in Manchester. I’ve been working up the nerve to ask you for a couple of days off when they go to the meet.”

“Actually, I was going to ask if you’d mind if I left Pete in charge and you, me and Lucy join what I hear is the growing convoy of vehicles going to the meet.”

“Oh Neal! That would be fantastic!”

“The girls will have to ride on the team bus but the three of us can go in my car if that’s okay with you.”

Mom chuckled and said, “Well, we could take my car but there’s no telling how far we’d get. I’m always amazed when I make it to work.”

“We’ll take care of that when we return from the meet. Now, we better get going. Ladies, I have a cooler in the car with a supply of magic water on ice. I’m not going to order you to take it, mainly because you’re off duty. But I highly recommend it.”

There was no discussion necessary. All three of us appreciated the offer. We all drank two bottles on the ride to the party. Well, we three girls drank it. When Mr. Dawson tried it he never did feel any effects.

It was about a twenty-minute drive to the party. We had to drive through town and just outside the town limits to a large house on a huge, wooded lot. It’s the only house we can see anywhere around here. I don’t think they have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.

Except for a small lawn in front and on the sides of the house the lot has been kept in its natural state. We can’t tell about the back. There’s an unusually tall wooden privacy fence around the back yard. It looks like it’s at least ten feet tall.

I don’t think I was really nervous about this until I saw all the cars parked just about everywhere there isn’t a tree in the front of the house and along the side of the road. Unless the guy who lives here is a car collector there are more than thirty guys here.

We followed Mr. Dawson around to a gate on the side of the house. He opened the gate and stood back to allow us to precede him into the backyard. We waited while he shut the gate. While he was doing that we were looking around the backyard. There are men of every description everywhere we look. I can’t count them but there must be at least forty men here, probably closer to fifty. They’ve all stopped what they were doing and saying and are staring at us. I get the impression they like what they see.

I whispered to mom and Marsha, “Jesus Christ! I hope they get 911 service out here. By the time these guys are through with us we’re going to need a hospital or a morgue!”

One of the men broke away from the herd and strode toward us. When he was about ten feet away he exclaimed, “Damn, Neal! You weren’t exaggerating! They’re beautiful!”

Mr. Dawson does not appear to be in the mood for friendly banter. It was obvious when he spoke he didn’t expect to see a crowd like this. “What the hell is all this?!! You said no more than twenty-five. Since I’m familiar with how hard it is for you to count I warned them there could be as many as thirty. There are at least fifty men here, Perry!”

“I know man. I’m really sorry. I invited twenty-five guys. It turned out Chris has a lot more friends than anyone knew. People kept calling and they were upset because they hadn’t been invited. Chris invited some. I invited some of them. I imagine a few of the other guys must have, too.”

Mr. Dawson turned to us and said, “Come on ladies. We’re going home.”

He turned to leave but Perry said, “Neal, hang on. I explained the problem to the guys. There are fifty-three men here. I knew that was too many. Twelve of them promised me they have no intention of having sex with anyone in any fashion. That leaves forty-one. I told them that was still too many. I had agreed to pay the ladies one-thousand dollars apiece. After some heated discussions, the guys agreed to double that. Please, talk to your girls. See if they would consider doing it for two-thousand dollars each.”

“I’ll talk to them. But I’m going to advise them to refuse your offer. You’re a real shit for doing this, Perry.”

Perry returned to his party. We stood in a circle and looked at each other for a moment before Mr. Dawson said, “That’s too many men. I wouldn’t do this to my ex-mother-in-law and I hated her guts. Shall we go ladies?”

We looked at each other for a minute before I pointed out, “The day you took my cherry I fucked twenty-three men. I was sore but I survived.”

“Yeah, but I warned them that if they didn’t take it easy the movie was going to end with them getting their asses kicked.”

“Can we make the same deal you made that day, that our asses are off limits?”

“Why are you even thinking about this?!”

“For two reasons. This situation turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. A huge fucking orgy and just the three of us. That’s hot. But mostly, that’s a lot of fucking money for people who have been as poor as we have for as long as we have. We’ll be moving soon. I expect that money would come in handy.”

He said, “You’re fucking nuts, girl. Monica, Marsha, how do you feel about this?”

Mom shrugged and said, “I’ve been thinking about this for days. When we had no idea how many men we’d have to deal with I had like maybe a dozen in my head and I’ve been looking forward to it. You’re right, this is too many men. But if Marsha is willing to give it a shot I’m willing to see how many of them I can kill. I have decades of abstinence to make up for.”

Marsha chuckled and said, “I really like and admire you, Monica. I wish you were my mom.”

She turned to Mr. Dawson and said, “I’m willing to try. But I agree with Paula. I don’t want my butt destroyed this evening. If they’ll agree that particular orifice is off limits and if you’ll promise to carry me to the car when it’s over I’ll help Monica kill a few of them.”

He shook his head and muttered, “Crazy fucking broads!”

He shook his head again and said, “Wait here.”

He walked over to the herd, climbed up on something. We couldn’t see what from where we’re standing. Everyone got quiet and he said, “This is twice as many men as I was told would be here. That’s why I’m so pissed in case you haven’t figured it out. Despite my attempts to talk sense to them, the girls have agreed to give it a shot. But there are going to have to be some rules. First of all, these women are not trash. They aren’t sluts or whores. They’re good women who enjoy sex and were thinking it would be kind of exciting to get gang banged by twenty-five men just once in their lives.

“Second, if you have your hearts set on anal sex I suggest you hunt down Perry. I’m sure you’d enjoy his lying ass. These three beautiful butts are not open for business.

“Third, and most important, I’m very fond of those three women, well, two girls and a woman. If any one of you treats them rough, if you hurt them, I give you my word I’ll put your sorry fucking ass in the hospital. You guys know me. Look at me. I’m not fucking kidding. And those of you who know me can tell the rest of you I’m not someone you want to piss off.

“Do you all understand what I’ve just said and is there anyone here who feels he can’t live with the terms I just explained to you?”

After a moment of silence, Mr. Dawson looked around until he found Perry and asked, “Do you have the money?”

“Inside, in the safe.”

Mr. Dawson stepped down from whatever he has been standing on and waved us over. When we were standing beside him he asked, “You still want to do this?”

We all nodded.

“Okay, get out of those clothes. I’ll take them inside so there’ll be a better chance you have something to wear when we leave here. If you guys will step back a little, how about if the girls put on a little show to get you warmed up?”

Suddenly the crowd wasn’t silent anymore. They all seemed fond of that idea. Mr. Dawson looked around for someplace to put on a sex show. One of the men near the front said, “We anticipated this. We have a little stage set up over here.”

The crowd separated and behind where they had been standing we saw a platform about eight feet by eight feet and maybe four feet off the ground. It’s covered with large lounge chair cushions.

We took our shoes off at the stairs leading up onto the platform. Mr. Dawson climbed the stairs first and helped us up. He lined us up and addressed all those horny men gathered around and leering at us. “Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, allow me to introduce three of my best friends. I want you to remember that as the evening progresses. The young lady on my immediate left is Marsha. She is sixteen years old and has been working for me for almost a year.

“The sweet young thing beside her is Paula. Paula is fifteen and has just started working for me. In fact, it hasn’t been two weeks since I separated her from her virginity.

“The beautiful young woman next to Paula is her mother, Monica. It would be rude to mention her age but as you can see she could easily pass for a teenager. Monica just started working for me. Yesterday was her first day.”

Mr. Dawson stepped back and said, “If you young ladies will undress and hand me your clothing I’ll take it inside and put it somewhere safe.”

As we girls had already discussed, we began undressing each other. Marsha and I worked together to undress my mother. As we uncovered her sexy body it was obvious the crowd approved. There weren’t a lot of cat calls or crude comments but we could hear some very complimentary comments from our horny audience.

When mom was naked I was put in the center and she and Marsha undressed me. Then it was Marsha’s turn. Mr. Dawson gave us all a kiss and said, “Have fun girls. If it gets to be too much let me know and I’ll put an end to it. And don’t be afraid to call out if you have a problem with anyone. I’ll be hanging around watching out for you until we leave.”

We waited until he had struggled down the short staircase with his arms full of our clothing, then we moved into an erotic three-way embrace. It was kind of hard to keep track of who was doing what to whom but with all the kissing and caressing we were starting not to care.