*Running into a wall is bad, having it fall on you is worse but not being missed is the worst*

(Much talking; not too much sex)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

BEYOND BED AND BREAKFAST

Iona gave me a precious, sleepy smile as I climbed out of bed in the morning. I looked at her heavy eyes, questioning her intent, when she pulled my pillow into her chest and drifted off into slumber once more. Paige was dead to the world, undoubtedly wrapped up in the remorseless rest of the Damned.

I was able to dress uninterrupted and glide downstairs to find Jill already up and puttering around. I was about to find out what she had heard last night.

"Good morning, Zane. Are you feeling better?" Jill asked.

"Feeling better?" I questioned.

"Your...you know, down there...are you feeling better?" she clarified somewhat. I imagine my jaw dropped because she looked at me with an obvious amusement.

"How did you know?" I finally responded.

"Oh, Iona came to my room last night and explained the situation as well as apologizing for the disruption," Aunt Jill explained. "She's a very forthright and honest young lady...and she doesn't currently have a fiancé either."

"What...whoa...wait a second, Jill," I stammered. Things were going way too fast for me. "How is it you are okay with two girls sleeping in my bedroom and three more coming over when three months ago we couldn't even discuss sex at all and its only place was in the marriage bed? What happened that I missed?"

"Zane," Jill sighed patiently, "when God closes one door he opens another. I had to accept that my life with Tim was over and I had to move forward with my life with you. That means I am going to get more mileage out of counseling you as opposed to dictating abstinence."

"And you have this epiphany AFTER you burn all the stuff I brought back from Thailand," I groaned.

"We both did things we probably regret," she reasoned.

"You've been talking to Iona...or more likely, Iona's been calling you," I began piecing it together.

"After you told me about what those girls were making you do -- like crawl around on your knees -- I tried to get some of your classmates to tell me what was really going on," Jill related.

"Iona was the only one who would talk to me and she and I have communicated pretty regularly since then," Jill finished. "She's a truly sweet girl and I think you two make a cute couple."

In case you are wondering, there is no good response to that statement.

"She tells me you are interested in that 'Christina' girl. She's...elegant," which was Jill's way of saying Christina wasn't a 'humble Christian girl' like Iona.

Something in that train of thought made me put a few other faces to the descriptor 'elegant'.

"Is that why you didn't like Mom, Dad...and, well, was Uncle Tim snobby as well -- elegant?" I mused. Jill stopped looking in the fridge were she was figuring out what we'd be having for breakfast.

"Yes," Jill said quietly. Tim hadn't wanted to marry Jill; he'd wanted to marry Jill's older sister, Kathryn. Jill matched herself against Mom, the free spirit, and Dad, the joker, who were both sophisticated Devil-May-Care people born of wealth and privilege. In a way, Tim was from the same background, except that he ended up arrogant and emotionally distant.

Of course, Tim had to grow up with Granddad, who was a real peach, and my Dad, who was always larger than life, always doing whatever task their father put before him and always going one step beyond. Worse, Dad always had the courage to be himself. Dad was the brilliant rebel, the Prodigal Son who was always welcomed back home; Tim was the plodding workhorse.

The best example of this was the first time each of them ran away from home. Tim ran away to the tree house in the backyard at the house in Wyoming. The first time Dad ran away, he ended up in Hawaii. When the FBI caught him, he was working in a Japanese restaurant, stock-piling Australian dollars, and had a map of the Great Barrier Reef. Now that I think of it, I must get my nuttiness from Dad.

"Jill, I'm sorry Tim wasn't the husband you deserved," I told her softly. I rested a hand on her shoulder and she backed into me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"Thank you, Zane," she told me in a soft voice. She looked out of the window over the sink for a few seconds.

"Do you think we should get a pool?" Jill broke the silence. Huh?

"Who are you and what have you done with my Aunt Jill?" I teased her. It took a second for Jill to get it but when she did, she laughed.

"Wait," she teased back, "would I be a clone, an alien, or...what were those things I heard about...oh, pod-people?"

"I think you are the Pink Power Ranger," Paige snickered from my elbow where she had materialized mysteriously from the ether. Jill squeaked and spun around while I was busy putting my heart back in my chest. Jill struggled out of my arms, blushed, and went back to the fridge. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Yes; my desire to live a longer life," I coughed.

"Now that we have the useless pleasantries out of the way, what I really want to know is if all the equipment is in working order," Paige smirked. I thought of a smarmy reply, an angry reply, and even ignoring her, but another idea won out.

"Hey, Babe," I whispered in a husky voice to Paige as I stepped into body contact with her, "it hurts a little right now but thanks for asking. I'm glad you are watching out for me." I drew a line with right hand along her collarbone and shoulder to her neck and finally circling her ear.

"Oh," Paige gulped. Her eyes grew wide. "Of course, Zane. I want to watch out for you -- I care."

I let my arms drape around her and linked them up at the small of her back, pulling her tight to me. Paige slipped her arms beneath me and did likewise, with the added gesture of placing her ear to my chest. Iona slipped into the kitchen as she did so. She gave me a cute wave, side-stepped us, and went to help Jill.

I figured from Iona's actions that she was going to keep Jill busy getting the four of us breakfast, so I took Paige's right hand in my left and led her out into the hall. As I headed for the porch in the back, someone came through the front door, attempting to be stealthy. It was Leigh; I'd clearly caught her doing something wrong.

"Yes?" I questioned. She looked to Paige then back to me.

"I forgot to return your keys," Leigh evaded.

"What are you doing with my keys?" I sounded a bit cross. Paige squeezed my hand tightly, expressing her own tension.

"Paige gave them to me to use last night," Leigh gulped.

"You are hopeless as a conspirator," Paige growled at Leigh. I took a deep breath instead. I was going to have as little stress in my morning as possible.

"Please give them to Iona in the kitchen, Leigh," I sighed. A quick look to Paige showed her that I wasn't angry so she didn't resist as I resumed our journey.

Out on the porch I took a large, cushioned, low-swung wooden chair and sat down.

"It's cold out here," Paige shivered. I responded by pulling her into my lap. It took her a moment to figure out what to do with herself. She settled on sitting sideways with her left arm over my shoulder and her head laying on top of it.

It took twenty-five minutes for Iona to come out and get us.

"Breakfast," Iona said. I looked at her curiously, trying to judge how she was taking the loss of the time promised to her this weekend. She winked and went back inside so I guessed everything was okay and our weekend postponed.

"Do you want to go inside?" I gently inquired of Paige.

"Two more minutes," she whispered. I kissed her on the head and listened to the breeze in the leaves, the birds chatting in the trees, and her breath on my neck. Slowly her head rose after the two minutes had passed and she was staring at me, or rather at the side of my head.

"Yes?" I asked, as I turned and looked into her eyes.

"You are so dumb," she whispered. Paige kissed me with a tenderness that bespoke a depth of passion that I had not fully realized.

"I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world," I breathed back.

"I would have been better off if I had turned away that very first day I saw you," she got around to responding. I knew she was saying that she could come up with no quick strategy for getting Christina out of the way and that perplexed her. I had to do something.

"Don't forget to get that seat cushion," I joked. She seemed a bit cross, then grinned.

"If I let you do something else to my bottom will you forgive me?" she teased me with a sensual butt wiggle.

"Really?" I perked up. Paige wouldn't consider anal sex before now, though I was all for it.

"No!" she giggled. Paige leapt off my lap and raced inside. I made a grab for Paige with no intent of ensnaring her -- she was having too much fun being pursued, and pursue I did.

"Help me!" Paige squealed. "Help me; he's trying to get my bottom!" So much for any sense of decorum, I sighed. Paige made it to the dining room and quickly was using Leigh as a shield. Jill looked at me quizzically while Iona gave a weary sigh and looked heavenward for guidance.

"So, Leigh, are you joining us for breakfast?" I obfuscated the crisis.

"Yes," Leigh hesitated. "Your Aunt Jill is thanking me for finding your keys."

"If that is okay with you, Zane?" Jill demurred. Huh...and by that I mean, since when has my opinion in this household been sought or even obeyed?

"If it pleases you, Jill, I wouldn't mind eating Leigh" -- I had a slip of the tongue -- "I mean eating with Leigh."

Leigh's eyes sparkled and Jill totally missed the implication (I assumed because 'eat' a girl made no sense to her sexually repressed mind.) Iona gave my arm a light slap.

"Have a seat, Leigh," Jill smiled in a way I wasn't familiar with; it was almost like she was content. The resulting meal of country ham, grits, and cantaloupe was simple but satisfying.

We were all hot, sweaty, and laboring for breath. Had we been in bed and undressed, the situation would have been perfect. Instead, we were in my workout room...working out. I had allowed an hour to digest our meal but now we were finishing my daily physical regimen. Paige and Leigh were on their backs, staring at the ceiling and cursing the fact that I was finishing up my final exercise.

Iona was on her stomach on the mat next to me, moaning softly. I seriously considered insisting that Paige and Iona take up a sport. Leigh was another story, but I'm sure I could get Tawny, her sorority president, to get her to do something strenuous...that didn't involve me and sex.

"I have given up any hope of ever fucking you to death..." Leigh panted as she looked my way.

"Thanks," I grinned back.

"...without the help of several sisters..." Leigh gasped as Paige lazily smacked her on the stomach, "...to wear you down first. I don't know how Barbie Lynn can walk after those marathon sessions with you."

"It usually involves screaming out to God multiple times and a long nap afterwards," Iona groaned.

"So," Leigh sat up, "have either of you..."

"Hammered me through the sheets, and I swear I blacked out as I came," Paige boasted wearily.

"Mmmm," Leigh purred, "good memories." Have I left the room? Should I hand out customer satisfaction surveys?

"That night was fantastic, wasn't it?" Iona sighed.

"Three damn orgasms I'll never forget, and then there was Rio and her devilish fingers," Leigh murmured happily.

"Wait! Iona, you and Zane...Rio too?" Paige propped herself up.

"He was a very gentle gentleman," Iona declared.

"Oh," taunted Leigh to Iona, "I recall you doing quite a savage dance on the tip of his tongue." Iona blushed and Paige gawked.

"So that three-way with you and Barbie Lynn wasn't your first time...well, what do you know?" Paige mused.

"All this physical stress has me thirsty," Leigh stated.

"Yes, I think a protein drink is in order," Paige agreed, and winked at me.

"Oh, hell no!" I defended myself. "Me -- no sex weekend -- remember?"

"But, Zane," Iona rolled over and batted her eyelashes at me, "it was so sweet and salty."

"Iona..." I nearly wept.

"I apologize, Zane," Iona pouted. "I was only teasing."

"I can always hope to soak up some of that sexual energy at 12:01 Sunday night," Paige sighed.

"Nope -- sorry -- going out with Heaven Sunday night," I informed them.

"Oh, pooh," Iona grumped. "She'll drain him alright."

"Is Heaven really that good?" Leigh seemed curious.

"Let's not have this discussion," I stood up. I was ignored of course.

"Oh, he goes at her five, six, seven times a night," Iona stated. "She walks funny the next day too."

"How come there is never any footage of them together?" Leigh persisted. "You would think with that much sexuality and the howling she made from our towel closet at the party that there would be something on his site."

"I am not going to be part of this discussion," I repeated as I made for the door. "Now I'm taking a shower." For a group of girls who couldn't stand a minute ago, they clearly were capable of nearly killing me as they stampeded for the shower -- women.

Before Iona and I got in, I held her back by the arm.

"Five, six, seven times...walks funny the next morning...I'm sure Heaven will like that," I whispered.

"I thought a little embellishment couldn't hurt," Iona smiled with an earnestly pure face. She knew Heaven's nature and would help conceal it until Heaven decided it was no longer necessary; Iona was that kind of best friend.

"Do you ever get tired picking up after my shipwrecks?" I had to ask.

"Come on, Zane," Paige called from inside the shower as the water cascaded down on her and Leigh. I decided that keeping them occupied was my best bet to keep the volume down. As I pulled the curtain aside, I caught a glimpse of Iona behind me, shaking her head 'No'.

UNDERCOVER AND UNDERAGE

Willa was waiting for Valarie and I when we arrived. She had strategically placed her bike at a break between the groups of hotel units so she could quickly duck out of sight. I had no desire to do anything stupid like get in a fight. She rested on the seat of her ride. I was following Val's advice so I pulled up some distance away and kept to the middle of the parking lot because you never knew what could come popping out a door.

I approached alone -- again, I didn't want to freak Willa out any more than she already was.

"I've got a line on those IDs," she greeted me. I'd asked her for some fake IDs so me and some of the girls could get into clubs.

"Yeah," I said deadpan, "I'm sure you did."

She keyed on my mood but didn't outwardly react. How should I handle this?

"Willa, you are an undercover cop," I sighed. "I don't know who you are with and I don't care. I don't want to cause you trouble, I simply want a favor." Willa rocked off her ride and took a few steps toward me.

"Asshole," she growled, "that isn't funny. I ought to fucking slap you like the punk-ass bitch you are."

"You won't -- you are a cop and that's still assault because I'm not threatening you or threatening to blow your cover so that your life would be at risk," I related. Seeing Willa's consternation, I explained. "Valarie has been through this a time or two."

"Zane, I'm not a cop and I'm not kicking your ass because you are a cute guy, but stop screwing with me," Willa changed up her defense.

"Fine," I shrugged. "I'm going to have a talk with Belle. I'm sure she will believe me. I felt I owed you a chance because you are a law enforcement officer and you are risking your life for me, the general public."

"Don't go to Belle," Willa reached out and put an arm on my bicep. "It doesn't matter that your idea is a load of crap; Belle will tell Deacon and then I'm screwed."

"Willa, you can walk away from this situation whenever you want," I told her. "Belle can't. This is her life and I'd prefer she not die living it."

"Zane, you hadn't even met her before Thursday night." she groused.

"That's pretty much what I said," Valarie finally chimed in. "I'm only here because Zane doesn't know anyone else who could be relied on to keep their mouth shut."

"You don't believe this crap about me being a Fed, do you?" Willa joked.

"Absolutely," Valarie said without hesitation. "Zane is crazy but he's spot-on when dealing with women. Case in point: Zane took that little fluff with him to the bathroom while peeling off Rio's girlfriend, a black belt in Karate, to guard me. He knew he would get you bitches to give Rio up, though he didn't have a plan going in. If he tells me you are a cop, you are a cop."

I clearly had Willa flummoxed. After a minute in silence I shook off Willa's hand and turned for my car. I stopped when I had the door open.

"I'm going to see Belle at the Fallout Shelter tonight," I said. "If you do something to stop me, I'll make sure Tara knows, and while she and Belle have problems, they are twins and she won't let her sister do serious time."

"I'm not confessing to anything but I think there is something you should know. Deacon Baker served with Belle's husband and brother-in-law. Her brother-in-law ran the Warlords chapter but he and his brother got caught up in an ATF sting. They wrapped up Belle's husband but before they could grab the brother -- who could tie up the whole criminal enterprise -- he vanished. He was last seen with Deacon," Willa explained.

"Deacon didn't wait around to see if the guy would stay loyal; he removed the threat," Willa added. "If he thinks I'm a threat, he'll have me removed too."

"Cry me a river," Valarie rolled her eyes. "You are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"I'm not a damn cop," Willa snarled.

"Where are you from?" I asked Willa. I caught her off-guard but she snapped back soon enough.

"Tampa Bay, Florida," she shot off.

"Nope. I think you are from Wisconsin or Minnesota -- it's your skin complexion and the way you roll some of your consonants off your tongue and lips," I said. Willa's eyes narrowed. Now she was pissed.

"Are you going to shoot us with the 9mm at your back or help Zane out'?" Valarie sounded bored.

"This is totally wrong," Willa persisted. She tried to stare me down but I could see something inside give way. "I'm not saying I am an undercover cop but if I was, what would you want?"

"Give Belle as much shelter as you can. Hopefully she ends up with probation," I offered.

"What is in it for me?" Willa sighed.

"What can I do for you?" I answered.

"Do you know who took out Deacon?" Willa inquired.

"Yes," I replied. I could feel Valarie's head snap behind me and her eyes bore into the back of my head.

"Who was it?" Willa increased her intensity.

"I would tell you but I like living without the benefit of life support," I joked.

"I'd cry bullshit, damn you, except I saw the beating they took and that scares the crap out of me," Willa grumbled. "Okay, Zane, if you ever get the chance to tell me, do so."

"Deal," I agreed.

"Great; we are all friends," Valarie stated sarcastically. "Now fuck his face, suck his dick, and we can get going; I have to eat dinner with my sister, Dad, and the cunt he married."

"What?" I glared at Valarie.

"No way!" Willa declared.

"Listen, bitch, you are going to need to describe what it feels like on your tongue from the ball-sack to the tip of his cock," Valarie lectured.

"I've seen a video," Willa countered.

"And you are such a bang-up storyteller that the 18-year old boy genius ID'd you in two minutes, or have you missed the last ten minutes of your life?" Valarie mocked her.

"He seems to be the exception," Willa noted.

"The average girl that attracts Zane's attention can do calculus in her head, and the one who can't is his family," Valarie responded.

"Now consider his interest in Belle; she's probably a poor girl raised in a college town. That means she could have gone to college but was already soured on the whole establishment idea by a string of college fuck wads. Her sister went on to become a Law-dog that busts UV assholes all day long; Belle became an ass-kicker who flaunts her body at a bar frequented by the very higher education types that screwed with her in high school," Valarie continued. I wasn't sure how much of this Val was fabricating but it didn't matter.

"Now she dangles her forbidden fruit in front of them, yet none ever get a taste -- am I wrong?" Valarie queried. "You see an outlaw biker and think they are too lazy or stupid to get a real job. I see someone who wants to do their own damn thing -- you don't fuck with us and we don't fuck with you."

"Belle is smarter than you think she is, Willa, or whoever you are. If you don't think you are fucked yet, consider this: When was the last time Belle gave a college guy the time of day, much less walked one out of a beat-down dictated by her chapter president?" Valarie smirked. "Zane had me fighting side-by-side with him against half of the FFU faculty and students so I can attest to his peculiar form of magic."

"Fuck," Willa growled.

"Now, get on your knees and blow him so we can all go about our business," Valarie rumbled back.

"I'm still in the midst of a no-sex weekend so I'm going to say 'No'," I intervened.

"Can't we just shake and part as friends?" Willa tried.

"At least kiss him," Valarie suggested.

"Val, stop it. We have some level of understanding and that's good enough for now," I told her. I was checking on Valarie's okay so I only saw Willa's closure at the last moment.

One look into her eyes told me she was deceiving herself that this was going to be a quick kiss to get it over with. Our lips met and my hands found their way to her hips. I pulled her to me without trapping her. A few seconds later she broke the kiss. I could read the confusion in her eyes. Her plan was to do it and be done but her impulse was to come back again.

She kissed me again but his time, her tongue caressed my lips and I let it slip in. After that, I really couldn't stop myself from kissing her back intensely. Soon my lips wandered to her cheeks, chin, and neck before nibbling on an ear until she moaned and thrust up against my body.

"Ugh...ah, fuck," Willa moaned. "It has been too damn long." I rotated us around, pressing Willa's back against my car.

I lowered my body down Willa's, nibbling and tickling with my tongue as I did so until I was chewing on the top of her low-cut t-shirt.

"You are not happily married, are you?" I inquired between a tongue stroke and some suction.

"Mmmm...ah, no." she replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret," I answered before working my way back up her throat. Willa lolled her head back, extending her throat for my attention.

"Nope," she gulped with sexual tension, "no one at all." That was my cue to work with both hands to pull her shirt out of her jeans. That done, I let my fingers roam under the shirt and caress the flesh of her stomach.

"Oh...stop that -- no, wait, don't stop...yessss," Willa moaned. When her shirt was high enough, I began working over her tender flesh. She was clearly getting into it but I wanted more from her. I popped the button on her jeans and unzipped them. Willa's underwear was appropriately lacy. I pulled the panties down as I peeled the jeans open until I could make out her finely trimmed landing strip.

I kissed along the line from her pussy fur to her hip bringing forth a hearty moan of pleasurable release. My fingers made small circles back to her ass, squeezing both cheeks and rubbing them together. Willa was stroking the top of my head and lightly yanking on my hair. I took that to be a positive endorsement of my efforts so far.

When I started back up her body, Willa spread her legs wide apart and coaxed me along. I got to the base of her bra; I could sense her nervousness so I stopped pushing up her shirt there and went back to her shoulder. I had just made it back to Willa's lips when Valarie cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, but I do have somewhere else to be," Valarie teased us. Willa had to reorient herself. The look she gave me was somewhat accusatory but happily, it transformed into some level of understanding.

"Damn, you are sexy," she purred. She rested her elbows on my shoulders and looked me over with sensuality on her lips.

"I mean, you really are sexy and I want to do this again -- and we didn't even have sex yet," Willa grinned.

"What makes you think we are going to have sex? Don't we have a professional relationship?" I mused. Willa reacted by putting more pressure on my shoulders, then hopping up so she could put her legs around my waist.

"I kinda-sorta owe you," she gave me a wicked look. "Besides, you might like it." I had to dissuade her somehow; my life had far too many complications to get this close to the Warlords right now.

"I don't know, Willa. I like lots and lots of anal sex," I cautioned her. I figured that would buy me some space.

"Oh," she grunted, "I love it. A big cock like yours would feel fantastic in my ass," she added with a deep pant. Wow, that backfired spectacularly. Maybe I should inform her that I've been called needle dick by women who know me well. To add insult to injury, Valarie broke out in uproarious laughter.

"There you go, Tiger," Val chuckled. "That will keep her in her place. It just so happens her place is face down and ass up with you riding roundup." Willa took a deep breath, then dismounted me. She patted me on the chest and gave me one final kiss.

"We need to be going," she sighed. "I'll make sure to stay in touch."

Valarie and I waited behind as Willa got on her ride and drove away. Only then did Valarie give me one last jibe herself.

"Dude, I swear your lips are dusted with cocaine because I've never seen women act so nuts around a normal guy," she teased.

"Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I shot back.

"Ha," she laughed. "I'm calling it like I see it. I'd caution you about a girl and handcuffs but you have six sets that I know of so all I can advise is dodging when they shoot at you and lawyer up the moment they read you your rights...and I'm gone."

Her bike roared to life and she peeled out, leaving me to contemplate what further screw-ups I'd added to my life.

Girls...all I can say in any of our defenses is that none of us had been to a college block party except Rio, and we were dumb enough to listen to her advice on what to wear and what it would be like. We didn't even know how screwed we were until we arrived at the party destination and by then, it was too late. My only excuse was that Vivian had sworn Rio and Mercy had behaved themselves last night. Of course, first we had to get the clothes we were going to wear.

The salesgirls eyed us with a devilish curiosity when we filed into the chic women's boutique -- the only one in town. I was getting away with jeans and a red t-shirt from a local band called "Confetti". According to Rio, girls had to dress 'rough and ready', which translated to tight leather pants, shot boots, and either halter tops or sleeveless shirts.

In retrospect, I should have known that when the salesgirls began regarding me as a pimp, I'd fucked up royally.

"What do you think?" Barbie Lynn came flouncing over to where I was sitting, showing off her bright yellow halter top (that wasn't much into halting anything) and buckskin pants with the prerequisite frills along the outside of each leg.

"Don't those things come with a bra?" I gulped. On the grave of my Viking ancestors, I swear those two orbs were just -- right there, free and mouth-wateringly delicious.

"What?" Barbie pouted. "Don't you like them?" she leaned forward, pressed her boobs together, and wiggled them in front of me.

"Best ever," I panted. Barbie Lynn glowed at that declaration, then turned around and presented her ass mere inches from my face.

"Better than this?" she taunted.

"Ah!" I cried out; my pledge was in immoral danger. I tried to get out of my chair by brushing by her tush but only managed to flip the chair over on its side with me still in it.

Eyes tracked me as I struggled to stand.

"It has the Zane seal of approval," Barbie Lynn addressed the room. "I'll take it."

"Wait! Zane? THE Zane?" One of the salesgirls inquired. Multiple girls nodded. "That would make you the girl in the shower," she directed to Barbie Lynn.

"Sure thing," Barbie Lynn boasted.

"You've got -- stamina," the other girl blushed, "both of you."

"That's where I've seen all of you before," the first girl said as she put it all together. "Except you," she pointed at Vivian. "Honestly, I was suspicious it was a porn hoax. I mean, what kind of guy scores that many hot babes?"

"Mmmm," Rio patted Mercy's bottom, "we're hot babes."

"Are you two really -- actually..." the second girl stammered to Rio. "You do those things?"

"Do you mean is she my bitch toy? Then yes, she is," Rio answered smugly. "Mercy, lift your top." Mercy paled, gulped, but did as requested. Rio put her arms around Mercy's midsection and pulled her close, latching onto a nipple as they came together.

"No!" Vivian shouted. "There will be no public displays of pornography." Rio made a lip-smacking noise as her lips released Mercy's breast. Mercy kept her shirt raised as Rio looked back to the salesgirl.

"Satisfied?" Rio gloated. The girl nodded in stunned amazement and Vivian coughed as a reminder. "Mercy, you can lower your shirt now," Rio added without even looking at Mercy.

"Wow, this is so weird." The first girl shook her head, then that light came on and she looked at me with amazement and amusement. "You are trying for your 'No Sex' weekend? Well, if we can't get you laid before this weekend, we aren't selling you the right clothes."

"I'm counting on it," Paige smirked. Her choice was a slick black bustier and leather pants that laced up on the side. In fact, they were more lacing on the sides and less leather. I'm not saying she looked bad; I merely vowed to get a few pictures of her in the outfit for my spank bank collection -- not that I have any realistic hope of spanking the monkey anytime soon.

Whoa, are women I don't even know now ganging up on me? What the hell?

Adelaide and Ginger, our two salesgirls, went all out to get the ladies the skimpiest outfits allowed by law. I didn't mention the occasion because that would make me feel bad about not inviting them.

"So, what are you getting all dressed up...or down for?" Ginger asked innocently enough.

"Oh, there is a college-student-only bloc party tonight. Zane got an invite and he's sneaking us in with him," Iona responded with the naiveté of a girl who had nil knowledge of social networking or class distinction.

"Oh," Ginger muttered, and cast a sideways glance to Adelaide before looking at me. "Well, Addie's husband doesn't like doing that kind of stuff," she said lamely, "and Finn, my boyfriend, has to work late anyway." She was giving me an out and I wanted to take it. Somehow this seemed to be one too many times sticking out my neck foolishly. I'd already bent my invitation by inviting my FFU crowd.

I then told myself that I'd double back and invite them -- on the sly. I recalled the little discussion Valarie had with Willa only a few hours ago. Yes, I could act like your standard college dick and tell the townies it was okay to come in the back door. If I did that, I could only pray Rio punched me in the face. I'd say 'kick me in the nuts' but I clearly didn't have any.

"Ginger and Adelaide, we are gathering by the water tower around 9:45 before we head to the spot," I told her. "You and your guys join us there and we'll go in as a group. It is the warehouse on Hammond Street and the word is 'Comet', in case you show up later."

"Oh, I'm not sure we can make it," Adelaide responded. What she was also saying was 'are you sure you know what you are doing?'

"There is one condition," I added. Now the two salesgirls were suspicious. "You have to dress like the rest of them do," I motioned to my girls. "You sold these ladies these clothes so it is only fair you dress similarly." Now the two exhaled, then smiled and groaned playfully. They could hardly say no after the money they'd taken from me -- my credit card, actually. If I carried that much cash and a cop searched me, I'd mistake me for a drug dealer too.

"We'll see what we can do," Ginger evaded.

"Oh, that won't be a problem," Opal chimed in. "Go around the store and pick out what you want; Zane will pay for it."

"For the love of God, would you stop spending my money? You are as bad as Rio," I griped.

"Who is trying to be worse to you than I am?" Rio sounded both offended and up to the challenge of making me even more miserable than I was.

"Oh, come on, Zane," Brandi complained. "You are a gazillionaire."

"You've been listening to Rio," I shot back and glared Rio's way.

"It was Mercy who told me that," Brandi corrected me. I shifted my gaze to Mercy, as did Rio.

"We'll talk when we get outside," Rio cautioned Mercy, who seemed decidedly uneasy.

I had to hand it to Ginger and Adelaide; for ten minutes they showed constraint -- and then they went bonkers.

I really don't think a woman can wear a pink gossamer scarf wrapped around her chest and call it clothing but Ginger was giving it a shot. Ginger had a small chest - 32A -- but her nipples were works of art. I couldn't keep quiet about them.

"Ginger, if your boyfriend lets you walk around in your domicile with a top on, he's committing crimes against the male and female -- worship of the female form," I blathered.

Ginger blinked, and then blushed before grinning at me wickedly.

"Yes?" she prodded me. I took that as an invitation to walk up, bend at the waist until I was at eye level with her chest. Her nipples swelled under my scrutiny.

"Zane, if you lick or bite them, I will stomp on your foot and break some toes," Vivian warned me.

I was, in my estimation, good. I leaned forward a few more inches until I could blow forcefully upon each nipple. Ginger rolled forward on the tip of her toes, thrusting her chest forward, but I retreated just in time. She fell back and I pursued with long, continuous breaths this time. Her nipples didn't come out and say 'Hi' -- they launched rescue flares and lit bonfires on the beaches of my desire.

Ginger was moaning and whimpering as she kept trying to force physical contact while I kept frustrating her. Her thighs were working back and forth as her pussy began burning her up.

"Ginger," Adelaide worried, "what about Finn?"

"I know," pleaded Ginger, "but you've seen the dick on this guy and he's driving me crazy-horny -- and he hasn't even touched me yet."

"Friends," Adelaide insistently reminded Ginger. "All his friends are here and watching."

"I'll be her friend," Brandi volunteered, though Opal hooked her waist before she could show everyone how much of a friend she wanted to be.

"Oh, we don't mind," Rio remarked. "Most nights with Zane are a learning experience for all of us."

"I mind," grumbled Paige.

"Paige, honey, he always comes home to us," Barbie Lynn reassured Paige.

"Besides, we know where he's sleeping tonight and who will be with him," Iona added.

"Fine, okay," Paige decided. "Zane," she beckoned me with a 'come hither' finger curl.

"Sorry, Paige," I quickly responded between puffs of air on Ginger's nipples, "I'm busy."

"Zane," Paige warned me.

"Paige, not now," I grumped.

"Zane!" Paige became more insistent. I didn't respond so what she said next was inevitable. "Zane, bouncy, bouncy." My groan was fueled by stymied lust; I stood up and walked over to Paige.

Once I was in front of her, I used both hands to brush Paige's hair off her shoulder blades. I brought my hands together at the back of her head, wrapping my left hand in her ponytail while dropping my right down her side before snaking it to the small of her back. I pulled the hair back gently, tilting her head up as I pressed my hand on the small of her back until we were rubbing against one another.

I leaned in for a slow, intensive kiss which Paige intercepted by standing on her toes. Our kiss was a see-saw affair that saw our tongues roll together and our lips shifting from lingering touch to gentle caress that lasted over a minute.

"What are they doing? Or more like it, what is she doing to him to make him do that?" Adelaide quizzed the ladies.

"Oh, that's a game they play," Rio explained. "He pretends she's a witch who has put a spell on him and she pretends she's going to be the first Mrs. Zane Braxton."

"Say those words and Zane will perform any sexual act on you that you desire," Barbie Lynn teased.

"No, it doesn't work like that," Iona got out right before Ginger interrupted.

"Zane, bouncy, bouncy," Ginger demanded. That earned a round of chuckles.

"Sorry -- I tried that too," Brandi admitted. "Apparently each girl has to find her own command phrase."

"Are you okay now?" I whispered to Paige. I really had to deal with these girls going wacky around me; we had things to do before the party started.

"You are worth every gold doubloon I've spent on you," she smiled back.

"Um, I'm the one spending money on you," I corrected her. Paige turned half-way around, bumped me with her hip, and wiggled her ass.

"As I said, you are worth every coin," she winked. Hardy-har-har.

"Okay, friends and acquaintances, let's finish with our purchases," I commanded. "We've still got some ground to cover before tonight."

"What else do we have to do?" groaned Vivian.

"I'm getting Mercy tattooed," Rio grinned with a dire mirth. "I want a design right above the ass, both subtle and understated; I don't know if I'm going with '1-800-HOT-SLUT' or 'Nothing Under 6" Allowed'."

"No, you are not!" growled Vivian. "No way, no how. Zane?"

"Vivian, Rio is yanking your chain," I calmed my guardian. "You have to understand that Rio wouldn't put anything on Mercy that she wouldn't wear herself. She definitely wouldn't put something on Mercy that Mercy couldn't live with; trust me on that."

"That's right, Viv," Rio chortled. "I can't tell you how many times I've regretted having 'Eat at the Clam Shack' tattooed right below the beltway."

"You don't have a tattoo there!" Vivian countered.

"Someone's been peeking," Rio skewered Vivian with a shark-like grin. Iona shook her head and walked up to Vivian, presenting her phone.

"Here is the design they've chosen," Iona explained. It was an intricate weaving of lines and shadows I'd been shown once before.

"See, in this end is Songs of Solomon 2:16 and on the other end is a Chi Rho woven into the greater design. It clearly has Christian imagery," Iona explained.

"It's --" Vivian sounded surprised -- "actually rather -- nice looking."

"What's Songs of Solomon 2:16?" Ginger inquired.

"'My lover is mine and I am' -- it should say 'his' but I think in this case it is 'hers'," I answered.

"That's sweet," Adelaide said.

"You can bet it was Mercy's choice, then," Opal smirked.

"No, it was Rio's idea," Mercy grumbled angrily at Opal. Rio wasn't making eye contact with anyone.

"I wanted to go with Song of Solomon 8:6 -- 'Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame,' but I like her choice much more."

"That's Rio, keeping it simple and uncomplicated," I grinned.

"Bro, are you saying I'm stupid?" Rio teased.

"Well, yes, but you make it an asset," I teased right back.

"That's right; someone's ass is about to be set," Rio snorted.

Mercy placed a hand on Rio's shoulder. Rio looked over her shoulder at her lover. "Hey, what's with the hand?"

Mercy withdrew it. "If you were trying to annoy me, it worked. I cannot begin to describe how annoyed I am right now." There was no heat to Rio's words and no hiding Mercy's smile. I had to smile too. I walked back to an impatient Ginger but I had to dissuade her from further frolicking. We weren't going to get Mercy's tattoo done in a day but she'd be happier if the process was well on its way.

THE PARTY

Adelaide's husband turned out to be a short, skinny black guy named Hank. He worked at a bicycle shop in town and had a certain awkward humor to him. Finn was as friendly and out-going as Ginger, about my height but a bit thinner. I really would have liked the guy if he hadn't started heavily hitting on Barbie Lynn the moment we left the water tower and headed for the warehouse.

I was scoping out Adelaide's and Hank's reactions to Finn's would be move; Ginger was wide-eyed and aghast. Since Ginger had done some flirting with me, I was willing to give the guy some leeway. Rio wasn't; she looked over her shoulder, saw what was going on, and with her arm around Mercy's waist, turned back to him.

"Hey, Finn," Rio grinned. "What do you think of a little four-way action?"

"Cool," Finn nodded, "but we might want to include Ginger."

"Might? Oh, I was planning on including her," Rio beamed. "Come on, Barbie Lynn." Rio untangled Barbie from Finn, then the three moved to surround Ginger. Finn followed, grinning like a man possessed.

"No, you don't," Rio put a hand up to stop him. "Four-way means four." She adopted the aspects of a vicious shark -- "and that would be Ginger, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me -- and not you."

"Oh, come on," Finn joked.

"Next time, respect your girlfriend" -- Rio bit back a biting insult -- "Finn."

"What's your problem?" he gazed at Rio. "I'm only fooling around a bit."

"If she wants, Ginger can 'only fool around' with us for a bit, then, because what is fair is fair; right?" Rio teased.

"Whatever," Finn shrugged. "Come on, Ginger," he motioned her toward him. Rio wrapped her arm around Ginger from one side and Barbie Lynn reached around for her hip on the other.

Ginger spent several seconds thinking it over.

"I'm good, Finn. It is a party so relax," Ginger smirked as she put one arm around Barbie and Rio each. "We are here for a good time and I think I'm on the right track."

"Fuck," Finn cursed. He turned and looked speculatively at Brandi.

"Can you do twenty-five push-ups with your penis alone?" Brandi questioned salaciously. "Can you map out ten of my erogenous zones with your fingers? How about this: Can you lick your eyebrows with your tongue, or maybe tell the difference between a girl wanting a cuddle, ice cream, or a hard screw?"

"Huh?" Finn gaped. Okay, I was right there with him because Brandi's sexual experience consisted of blowjobs, cunnilingus, and heavy petting, so where did this Playboy quiz come from? I also quickly checked to see if I can actually lick my eyebrows -- I can't. I figured it was about time for me to step up. In theory, Ginger and Finn might still have a future.

"Yo, it's okay," I told Finn as I put an arm around his shoulder. "They are busting my balls all the time. Worst case scenario is the one hundred and fifty college girls who are going to be pretty wild in an hour or so." I now had to decide if Finn was pissed with me or not.

"I'd be an idiot to ignore the guy who has been with more girls in one month than I've been with my entire life," Finn chuckled. "Let's go."

Finn was a well-meaning idiot. I could live with that, and I imagined that Ginger would forgive him too. I'm not sure what he thought when Iona snuggled into my side but he was clearly amused when Paige opted for an unexpected piggy-back ride from me. I was lucky I didn't take a header into the sidewalk.

"Giddy-up," Paige urged me on once it was clear I wasn't going to crash.

"Hey, you are that hot Siberian number," Finn chuckled. I'm beginning to think that some mega-computer virus has wiped out all other porn on the internet so that mine is the only one left. That's ridiculous; if you wiped out all of the porn on the internet, it would implode.

"I am a multi-cultural creature of untapped sensuality," Paige replied. "I prefer not to be tied down to one geographic region, no matter how vast."

"She likes to get tied down, alright," Opal called out.

"Ha-ha," Paige responded dryly. "Zane and I have a mature relationship based on the mutual exchange of information and imagination."

"Addy, these people are -- bizarre," Hank told Adelaide.

"Usually they think we are nuking futs," Rio laughed over her shoulder at them. As she looked forward, she caught sight of someone crossing the street. "Hey, Valarie."

"Hey, gang," Valarie panted as she joined the troop we had assembled.

"I'm glad you could make it, Valarie." I gave her a quick hug. "This guy is Finn and the lady by Rio is his girlfriend Ginger. The couple keeping a wary distance from us is Hank and Adelaide; they are married. Ginger and Adelaide work at the store we bought our party-wear at."

"Okay -- so Vivian, what are you doing here?" Valarie asked Vivian.

"I've never been to a party, and I honestly can't evaluate the depravity unless I've witnessed it," Vivian said thoughtfully.

"Depravity?" Hank questioned.

"They are all from a Christian school, Hank," Adelaide reminded him. Hank nodded.

The conversation abruptly ended as we approached one of the few warehouse doors that wasn't bricked up. I knocked and a character opened it up halfway. I call him a character because he was wearing a red toboggan, black shades (it was nearly ten at night), a faded army jacket and camouflage pants, and black boots. He was also, like, five-four and maybe 140 lbs., hardly what I would have envisioned as a bouncer.

"Comet," I told him. He nodded but looked over my crowd. "We are with Freedom Fellowship," I explained.

"Yeah, man," the doorman grinned, "I know ya." The guy was totally wasted, and by that I mean I could have told him I was the Pink Fairy Princess and he'd still have let me in.

Once inside we saw we were in a hallway with a series of opaque plastic-strip baffles that had been put up to dampen the noise. Rio led the charge with her 'women' linking hands and rushing ahead. Finn, Brandi and Opal charged after them, leaving Valarie, Vivian, Paige, Iona, Adelaide, Hank and I picking up the rear.

"Party much?" I asked Hank.

"Zane, this is the first party I've been to since my senior prom -- five years ago. You?" he replied.

"Never one like this," I answered. "Believe it or not, I've been a missionary for the past few years."

"I know; it is on your site," Hank informed me.

"Seriously?" I grumbled. "What in the hell is the fascination with the damn thing?"

"That chick Finn was hitting on -- dude, you've seen her naked. Do you really have to ask?" Hank grinned. Now that he mentioned it, I realized we weren't the normal flavor of porn stars.

"What about the rest of us?" Paige inquired.

"Sorry," Hank squeezed Adelaide to him, "but I like my women with some meat on their bones." Adelaide, while not Barbie-built, was definitely rubenesque. "Zane, thanks by the way."

"Meh, just remember, if they catch you, tell them nothing and think of England," I joked.

"What?" Valarie smirked. "No rescue mission?"

"Sorry, folks, but it is us cowards and fuzzy animals first," I informed them gravely. "The rest of you must fend for yourselves."

"My hero," Vivian groaned as she rolled her eyes. With that, we entered the main warehouse floor and were blasted by the sound and the lights.

Hank and Adelaide peeled off first, giving one final salute. Iona grabbed Paige and dragged her off right after that, followed by Valarie giving me a slap on the back and picking yet another direction. There was no sign of the first wave that had gone in but they could have been twenty feet away and I couldn't have detected them. I led Vivian over to a side wall rapidly.

"What happens if I roll up your top and lick your nipples?" I nearly yelled in her ear due to the overwhelming noise.

"I kill you in your sleep," she shouted back a moment later -- "painfully."

"What about if I roll up my shirt and you lick my nipples?" I countered.

"Does anyone else notice?" Vivian asked.

"No," I allowed.

"Then I kill you in your sleep -- painfully," she laughed.

"Now that we have that out of the way, why don't you go out and have some fun?" I suggested.

"Fine, but if I call you, I expect you to meet me at the water tower in ten minutes, got it, Mister?" Vivian insisted. I gave her a nod and we parted ways.

I moved my way through the crowd, rubbing against bodies, kissing and being kissed. I was also offered a brownie, three drinks, two glow sticks, and an offer to decorate my face in fluorescent paint.

I was settling into the reality that this was primal, passionate fun. I wasn't sexing anyone up and no one was being overtly sexual with me. I reveled in the moment, right until a girl came up offering condoms. It was an understandable gesture with so many inhibitions breaking down around us.

"Here, have a condom," the girl said with bubbly enthusiasm. I took it and thanked her. I wasn't planning to have sex but you never know.

The girl stayed close by and handed out the rest of the box she carried. I had half-turned to dance with a fascinating Hispanic girl who had decided that a bikini bottom and spirals of yellow and blue florescent paint was cover enough. She kept playfully swatting me with the long braid of her black hair. She was sharing the love with a few other partiers around us so it was all good.

Condom girl put a hand on my shoulder and gently turned me to face her.

"Want to use that condom now?" she grinned. I had to think quickly.

"I have a three-inch penis and I find it highly embarrassing," I leaned in and confessed to her. Hey, my 'scare them with anal sex' thing had worked so abysmally for me last time that I was changing things up. I wasn't sure exactly how this new strategy could go wrong.

The girl kept smiling at me (I was now pretty sure she was on something), pulled me close by a belt loop, and shoved a hand down my jeans. Of course -- an on-sight inspection -- how could I have been so stupid so as to not foresee this as the logical progression of events?

"Oh, God," she moaned, "It's bigger than my wrist and a foot long." I repeat, this girl had taken some pretty serious illicit drugs.

Thankfully, the music was thundering and she was tightly bound to me.

"Really? Can I see it?" not one but two girls immediately asked, because nothing carries like a sound you don't want heard.

"Wait, it's actually a cucumber in a sock," I evaded both physically and verbally. I had seen that in a movie somewhere but I don't recall which one.

"Can I give it a taste test?" condom-girl asked.

"You look familiar," a second girl said.

"You have a nice ass," the third noted. I went through some options -- I'm gay, claustrophobic, a leper, recovering from surgery, Dean Wormer's virginal son -- then I had the answer.

"Keep it quiet," I hissed to the girls, "but I'm an undercover cop looking to make a few narcotic busts."

"If I blow you will you let me off," Condom girl giggled.

"I swear I've seen you before," the second girl mused. "Are you famous?" she added in an accusatory tone.

"Nope, but I do have one of those..." I got out before I was tackled.

"Zane! You came!" Erin, the girl who invited me, called out as she pushed through the crowed and grappled me.

"Hello, Erin; I told you I'd come and I came," I said as I hugged her -- which wasn't made easier by condom-girl still having her hand in my pants, around my cock. "What do you..."

"You are that guy!" the first girl exclaimed over the noise. C-girl gave my penis a sympathetic tug. "I knew I'd seen you before."

"I'm not that guy," I insisted. "He's an urban legend."

"Oh, come on, Zane," Erin teased, "We all saw you hammer that blonde yesterday. I know I'll never feel the same way about a shower again."

Cordelia is going to die. I could have taken personal responsibility for my actions, but I was feeling particularly peevish and irritable right then.

"If you know who I am," I pleaded, "you know I've pledged not to have sex this weekend. Help me out here." The now four girls looked at one another and I suddenly had hope.

"He's only got one condom," condom-girl noted. "We need to get some more." They started corralling me to a darkened recess off the main floor to what was most likely a hallway and my doom. I didn't want a reputation for beating up girls (I'd done that far too much this month) and they weren't making evasion all that possible.

I was searching for a third solution when a new hand landed on my shoulder from behind. It came with a familiar voice.

"Girls, Zane is with me tonight," this new voice said with definite authority. It was Tawny Flores, Kappa Sigma sorority president.

"No, he came here to see me and my BFF Gerry," Erin countered.

"Listen and listen carefully," Tawny said with deadly assurance, "I know he came here to see two girls he met at a movie theater. I also know he isn't having sex this weekend and you four won't take his polite refusal for what it is. Furthermore, I know that if you get him down to one of those rooms down the hall, he is going to fuck each and every one of you until your eyes roll back in your head, your lungs are on fire, you can't feel your thighs, and your screams of ecstasy drown out the music because he is that damn good," she continued. How making the other girls salivate helped my cause, I was sort of uncertain about.

"Now, I'm telling you that it ain't going to happen because, while the rest of you want to treat Zane like a high-priced Las Vegas escort, I'm his friend and I'm going to make him keep his pledge whether he wants to or not because -- I repeat -- I am his friend." Tawny finished by pulling me to her. "This discussion is over."

"Erin, I'll call you Monday," I shouted over my shoulder as Tawny led me away by the hand. "Thanks, Tawny," I directed to my savior, "What brought all this on?"

"Two reasons: Christina asked me to keep an eye on you. It seems she thought some of your other 'friends' at FFU might make a run at you tonight since she's playing an away-game," Tawny related.

"I also did it because I do like you and consider you a friend. You've always been there for me and my sisters and I have no doubt you will continue to do so. You would be helping us even if we weren't regularly ripping your clothes off and making you our bitch," Tawny grinned.

"The amount of respect I generate in this world is remarkable," I shook my head, "remarkably poor."

"You protest too much, Zane," Tawny emphasized with an elbow. "You are a special young man and generate a great deal of affection from those who know of you. It is a great gift we give you and the price you pay comes in the form of your imagination, sweat -- and apparently your semen," she finished with a sneer.

"Normal heroes pay in blood," I muttered.

"You are not normal and not necessarily the hero, Zane, though you definitely appear to be a protagonist," Tawny explained. "I'm sorry about the sisters last night. For some reason, I can't seem to put you and Leigh in the same building without her going wacky."

"Paige didn't help matters much," I confessed. We finally made our way back outside by this time, giving us some fresh air to recharge our senses.

"Yeah, what's the story with her?" Tawny asked. "Christina makes her out to be some sort of sicko fan-girl."

"Have you ever had a lover so intense that they try to get inside your head, figure out what you are up to, and plan out the next best move?" I responded.

"No, I haven't, you lucky bastard," Tawny sighed. "Is she really that good?"

"She will be by the end of the year," I informed Tawny. "Her only failing is her lack of experience and her unfamiliarity with sexual sensations."

"So she's your project, then," Tawny taunted me.

"You know me better than that," I faux-scolded her. "Paige presents herself on her own merits. She's hella-smart and her body ignites during foreplay. She's open-minded about everything; she's even going to give up her ass to me, though she won't accept it at the moment."

"What is it with you and butt-sex? Not that I mind, but you seem obsessed with it," Tawny asked.

"I don't care one way or another, actually. I'm in a Christian school so vaginal virginity is a normal expectation, so it is oral and anal sex for me," I explained. "With Paige, my desire is based on her blanket rejection of the idea before we'd had sex at all. If I let her hold herself back because of an irrational fear, I would be doing her a disservice. I owe it to every lover to give it my all."

"I hate Christina," Tawny muttered.

"Why?" I inquired as we walked down the street.

"We agreed that if either one of us were to sleep with you, we would warn the other one first," she regaled me with this bit of unexpected news.

"I suppose that I could complain about you ladies making deals concerning my time and body without consulting me, or maybe how, having told me this, I won't sleep with either one of you, or perhaps I'll simply announce how I'm going to another school in another state next semester but I'm done with the bluster and pissy-ness for a while," I sighed.

"Instead, I'm going to exact a promise from you two," I stated. Tawny and I stopped walking and stared into each other's eyes. "The loser has to get the winner's name tattooed on their ass. That's my condition."

"That's nuts," Tawny chuckled. "I'm not going to have another girl's name tattooed on my butt."

"Then drop out of your little agreement if you think I'm not worth it or that you will lose," I suggested. Tawny didn't reply, instead walking down the street once more.

"We could have sex right now if you want," I said once we were side-by-side again.

"You would break your pledge for me?" Tawny asked.

"If you want to see Christina's ass with your name tattooed on it," I answered.

"She'd never forgive either of us," Tawny noted.

"Absolutely. She'd get the tat but she'd be very disappointed in us both," I agreed.

"Is this how you repay me for saving you inside the warehouse?" Tawny questioned.

"I'm not treating you like a sorority president or a graduating senior; I'm treating you like a desirable woman, a potential lover, and someone forced to think on an entirely personal, selfish level for once," I said. "I respect you enough to give you a moral challenge." Tawny stopped and pulled out her phone and dialed up a number but hesitated before sending it.

"Hello, Christina; Tawny here," she started. "I have Zane with me outside the party and am seriously thinking about requesting him to have sex with me." I missed what Christina said. "Yes, I made him aware of the bet and he agreed anyway, but added that you would tattoo my name on your ass if we did it tonight. Is that acceptable?"

Again, I missed Christina's comment.

"Oh, he is very aware that you would be disappointed in him -- and he did a good job of leading me on but he has no intention of following through on his little dare; he loves you too much. I almost fell for his ruse but then he revealed how much he cared about me and I figured it out," Tawny grinned at me, leaving me embarrassed. Christina spoke again.

"Yes, I guess that means I might get 'Christina' tattooed to my butt. It is worth it," Tawny related to Christina. "I knew you would want to hear about this -- he's still pining away for you." Christina got off a statement and Tawny laughed. "We should get together for dinner sometime, Christina, just the two of us. Take care now."

"She wants you to know they won the game 3-1," Tawny told me as she put away her phone.

"I'm not sure I want to marry you," Tawny mused. "You are very complicated and you could be a bit more truthful in your dealings."

"My Uncle Tim sort of beat that honesty out of me but I'll make an effort on your behalf," I allowed.

"Zane, that woman on the motorcycle is looking at us intently. Do you know her?" Tawny cautioned me. It was Willa and I didn't expect to see her tonight.

"Willa?" I called out to the biker chick. She responded by waving a thin plastic card in my direction. It looked a lot like my fake ID I'd requested as a joke. "Tawny, hang back," I said in a serious tone.

"Hey, Zane, I was curious to see your car parked down the street," Willa said as she dismounted her ride. "I thought you might be going to the Fallout Shelter and I wanted to talk with you first."

"I wasn't planning on it," I replied. "Willa, this is Tawny. She's a senior at UV. Tawny, this is Willa; she's a Warlord motorcycle club member and she helped save Rio Thursday night."

"Have you come to regret that decision yet?" Tawny asked Willa. Willa was uncertain for a second, then she smiled.

"Not yet, but I haven't see her again either," Willa answered.

"Please remember that Zane loves her dearly," Tawny said. "He'd become really upset if she ended up hospitalized or worse."

"I figured that out when he took on thirty Warlords in order to rescue her after she made a colossal screw up," Willa informed Tawny.

She handed me the fake ID, which I examined.

"Hey," I complained, "this says I'm Ruckus Tanner, a sixty-eight-year-old black man."

"No, it does not," she squawked as she ripped the card back and examined it.

Since the ID said I was G. Zane Braxton, had my picture, and told the world I was 21, Willa looked up and glared at me.

"Not funny," she snapped. I imagine she'd leapt through a few hoops with the Feds to get me this thing this quickly.

"That's Zane being an ass once more," Tawny mocked me. "He does that to diffuse uncomfortable situations he finds himself in. The thing is, what is he uncomfortable about? Hi, we haven't been formally introduced. I'm Tawny Flores, President of the UV Kappa Sigma sorority."

"Hmmm -- what was sex with him like?" Willa asked.

"We've never had sex -- she's just a friend -- nothing to discuss," I interrupted.

"No, I have not had sex with Zane, but I have been in bed with him totally naked. It is kind of a delicious memory I use from time to time," Tawny moaned sensually. "The thing is, what is your favorite Zane memory, and why didn't he tell you who I was?"

"Zane, do you have a favorite memory of me?" Willa questioned me.

"Your heels digging into my ass as you wrapped your legs around me and the tips of our tongues touched," I declared instantly. Willa blinked, somewhat startled at my accurate recall.

"Do you have one of me?" Tawny inquired as she came up and put a hand on my shoulder as she positioned herself to my right side and slightly back.

"Yes. It involves something about getting over 'that heartache'," I responded. Tawny squeezed my shoulder with some empathy for the memory. Willa looked to us for the context.

"Him, me and his girlfriend -- his real girlfriend -- on another sister's bed; we were clothed and he was completely naked and totally aroused," Tawny smiled happily with the memory.

"Zane, why didn't you jump her bones?" Willa looked me over.

"I knew I was outmatched after that first kiss," I embellished the truth.

"To be fair to Zane, he didn't have any clothes to put on and we weren't the two girls he'd been having sex with," Tawny snickered. "His confidence may have been shaken."

"I find that hard to believe," Willa joked. I huffed and started down the street once more. Willa and Tawny fell in behind me in hushed conversation that I did my best to ignore. I walked down one more block, then turned to the left and entered a more occupied area. I also noted the sign for the Fallout Shelter.

THE FALLOUT SHELTER

I looked over my shoulder and caught Willa studying me.

"Willa, do you know this place?" I asked. I figured she was actually hanging around to see if I was going to meet with Belle tonight and I was giving her some choices to make.

"It's a nice place," Willa shrugged. "More of a college crowd hangout, though."

"Tawny?" I inquired.

"I've been inside a few times but they are more of an alternative rock crowd. But since we are here, we might as well take a look," Tawny reasoned. I was sure Willa wasn't happy with that answer but she followed us in anyway.

As per custom, I was carded at the door by this solid-looking blonde guy named Bill running off toward premature baldness who could have used a few less beers and a few more days at the gym. By the look of his knuckles and face, he was familiar with fighting if not avoiding blows. He gave my new ID a cursory glance, almost handed it back, then froze. His eyes went from bored to furious in a second.

Willa pushed me forward into the club before Bill could react We had to immediately race down a set of stairs because the Fallout Shelter had cut out the first floor so that the main floor was the old basement. Around the place was a series of catwalks that let you traverse the place above the chaos.

Once on the main floor we migrated toward the bar. A band with a lot of volume and some sort of political message rendered largely unintelligible by the lead singer/bassist slurring or screaming his words was in the midst of their set so we got there quickly. Belle finished serving up beers to two girls who had this wiccan/goth thing going on, including dreadlocks.

Belle's eyes took in the three of us, then settled back on me with a wicked gleam.

"So, how did you get past Bill, who's the serious bitch, and I'm afraid I have to card you," Belle grinned. I handed her my new card. She looked it over, her grin becoming a smile. "This is a good one," she nodded, and handed it back.

"Bill recognized me but Willa shoved us past him before he could punch me," I informed Belle.

"He'll be down here soon enough. Lee, the head bouncer, knows about his temper and won't let him come down for a few minutes. Let me get you some drinks. Grab a table and I'll be right over," Belle told us.

A small group of UV kids broke away from a table. One guy got sick, his buddy took him toward the bathrooms, and the boy/girl couple took their absence as an excuse to slip off. We grabbed their seats and took in an awkward moment. It was broken by the arrival of Belle and some beers. She put one down in front of Tawny and then Belle, then put two down in front of me.

As I was figuring that out, Belle straddled me and sat so we faced one another. She had a seductive twist to her lips -- part impish, part desire. She leaned in and started kissing me deeply without preamble and pushing her hips into mine. I had dire duo distraction of Belle having shed her bra behind the bar and her being in a crop-top red Harley-Davidson t-shirt.

Belle kept pushing into me so I rested my hands on her hips and tried to push her back gently. Belle was having none of that. My seat began tilting back and I opted for a more aggressive strategy. I let my hands migrate up her waist and around to her back until I hooked both her shoulders. This had the added benefit of pulling the front of the shirt tight against her breasts.

"Does this happen to him much?" Willa asked Tawny.

"You've obviously never seen the footage of my sorority tying him to a cross out in the woods," Tawny responded. "So, yes, this happens to him more than any person I've ever known."

"Does it bother you that we are both here on a Saturday night watching him make out with somebody else?" Belle inquired next.

"I don't know about you but Zane needs me," Tawny mused. "He has a severe lack of guy friends so some of us ladies have to step up and be his wingman -- woman."

"Do you think he has a problem with male-bonding?" Willa questioned.

Had I not had a mouthful of Belle's tongue pinning my own tongue down, I would have told them I had plenty of guy friends in Thailand and in my old private school.

As this was going on my chair kept edging farther and farther over until it started to topple. Belle lashed out with her feet, catching the bottom of the table with her heels while her body pressed down on me. I slid my hand down her back to her jeans. I tried to wiggle a hand inside but her jeans were far too tight, a fact she gloated over.

"Sorry," Belle teased me, "but you're not getting in." Me, I've always loved a challenge. I moved my hands around, popped her top button, and unzipped her pants slowly. I imagine three of us were waiting for Belle to drop the hammer on me but she didn't. When she didn't I slipped my left hand inside the front of her panties and snaked my right around to her ass-cheek.

Belle was still doing her level best to overwhelm my breath control and take away my last breath. She might have forced me to break contact first if she had been able to stifle her own moan as my hands stroked her pubic hair and cupped her ass. Even as we went back to the face-dancing, I noticed more than a few covetous gazes being shot our way. Belle really was some kind of college-boy tease.

I could now push my hands closer together by reaching underneath her. I rubbed against her clit with my middle and ring fingers, doubling back for the sensation before dipping into her thick, creamy, and steaming-hot vagina. My right trekked down and stretched the sanctity of her anus. Belle bucked up against me several times in rapid succession.

"Should we get some ice to throw on them?" Tawny muttered.

"Maybe we should get them a private room." Willa countered. For a counterpoint to the shit my other two women were giving me, I wedged a third finger into her cunt and began stroking her sweet spot.

"Oh, hell no," Belle gasped. She stopped kissing me and dove into my ear which she worried with savagely applied teeth. I growled through the pain and increased my rhythm and depth of my attentions. Her anus gave way and I was fucking her from both sides simultaneously, causing her gyrations to become much more intense and erratic.

Belle let go of my ear and rested her chin on my shoulder in one last ditch effort to stave off her climax. I turned on the pressure and the dam broke. I lashed up with my feet to connect with the table to stop us from falling over as Belle's body thrashed against mine and she screamed into my shoulder -- the biting down with the teeth I could have done without.

I was relentless and merciless to Belle now. I pinched and twisted her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger; at the same time I slipped the first digit of a second finger into her rectum. Belle hiccupped, gave a jolt, and began screaming and thrashing again. At the same time she started sobbing between screams, muffled somewhat by her fist, which she was chewing on.

With the second orgasm over, I relented and let her nestle against my chest, breathing heavily.

"I so need to get laid," Willa muttered.

"Amen to that. And to think he's next door to me every weekend with easy access to his second story window," Tawny agreed. I began righting Belle when she pressed her hands against me and sat up.

"Keep your hands were they are," she murmured playfully. "Best damn orgasm I've had in years," she directed to our table companions, "and then he stacked another righteous one on top of that. I hate to say it but Tara (her twin sister, the Sheriff's Deputy) was right about this guy; I want one of my own."

"Don't you already have a boyfriend?" I mentioned.

"Bill. Eh, he's got the equipment but he's a quick shooter. If I'm lucky, I get thirty seconds (ouch!) and then its 'get me another beer' or he rolls over and goes to sleep," Belle enlightened us.

"How is his foreplay?" Tawny inquired.

"He laps like a dog," Belle shrugged, "and his fingers are strictly in and out like a piston. Who are you again?" She addressed Tawny. Tawny finished her little spiel right when a shadow fell upon my life. Bill had arrived.

"What the fuck?" Bill growled as he took in me, Belle, and what I was doing to her -- mainly pumping her fore and aft at a slow, gentle pace. "I'm going to pound you," he directed at me.

"Oh, shut up, Bill," Belle sneered. "If I'm going to steal one of Tara's men, I'm going to make it the new one. Besides, he's done more for me in ten minutes than you've done for me all year, and since he's not trying to bore me to death with all that sports talk, I guess this is time to say we are done. Bye-bye."

"You sow," Bill redirected his anger and balled up his fists. Of course, insulting a woman makes me do stupid things. I started to withdraw my hands and stand when Belle put a finger to my lips.

"Hush now, Zane," she smiled. "I got this." She looked over her shoulder at Willa.

"Is that fucking chivalry or what?" she laughed at my attempted action. Turning back to Bill, "If I have to dismount this man, I'm going to stomp your ass, and you know I can. You hit me once and I put you in the hospital -- or do I need to remind you?" she said evenly.

"I got you this fucking job. I got you the fucking place you live in, Bitch," Bill snarled.

"You can keep the god-damn job and I'll be out by the end of the month," Belle shot back. Bill clenched and unclenched his fists tightly before turning and storming off.

"Okay, what was that all about?" I wondered.

"Meh, this shit was getting old," Belle told me. "I'll crash with Willa until I figure out what I want to do next."

Willa's look was not one of ecstatic expectation -- I was positive that none of this had been planned out before we walked through the door.

"Belle, I hope I haven't sent you the wrong message," I started. "I am in school and it is a girl's school at that. I only stopped in to say hi." Belle returned to her rocking motion on my lap.

"Don't sweat it, college-boy," Belle grinned, "Scratch that -- girl's college-boy; I do what I want, go where I want, and take what I want. So, now that you've got me off, what can I do for you?"

"You, me, and Tara in a three-way," was my gut response. Belle stopped moving and Willa looked grim. Tawny, like me, was ignorant of what I'd done wrong.

"Why?" Belle asked, with an undercurrent of menace that I didn't miss.

"You two are like a volcano and the sea -- opposites that I bet are explosive and sizzling when you meet," I related.

"We are twins, Zane," Belle informed me.

"On the outside, maybe, but inside, sexually, you two are very different. You are not polar opposites but more like two separate paintings that use the same canvas and set of paints but go in totally different directions expressively," I explained.

"So who's better, Tara or me?" was her next question. Tawny snorted.

"Two totally different women. I mean, with you, I'd like to fuck you in the coat room of a black tie affair with High Society one thin wall away," I said. I could see from Belle's expression she wasn't getting what I was saying, implying that I'd hide her away -- be my dirty little secret. "You in sheer black stockings and matching garter belt and half-bra -- yummy."

"Whoa, I have to admit that sounds lick-able," Willa noted. Belle was also reassessing my intentions and smiled.

"With Tara, I'd like to break into a bed warehouse and test out a few of the mattresses about the place -- illegal and exposed to the public view," I grinned.

"I'd pay to see that," Belle chuckled. "You are a keeper, Zane."

"You only say that because you want to stick it to your sister," I countered.

"Yeah, when I came over here, that was the main reason, but now I'm angry that she found you first," Belle bitched. "She always had better luck with the boys than I did."

"Bill was 'better'?" I wondered.

"He was a big football jock in high school and he didn't cheat on her too much. You can guess that I dated some real losers -- mostly college guys like you," Belle smirked.

If you know of another college guy like Zane, spill," Tawny teased. "I want to get me one to call my very own."

"Funny, funny, funny, ladies," I coughed. "Now if I don't get Belle off my lap I'm going to hammer her here in front of the general public. Since my goal this weekend is to avoid fighting, public displays of amusement, and intercourse in general, I'm taking a walk."

"Hey," Belle wiggled in on my crotch, "I'm all partial to being fucked on the table and show all these cocksuckers what they've been missing. We might even get busted by my sister and spend the night in a cell together."

"With Deacon all busted up let's not do the jail thing," Willa chimed in.

"Let's not make it three run-ins with the law for his first 30 days at school," Tawny added.

"Three -- Zane, who else has corralled your ass since you've been with us?" Belle asked.

"Officer Campbell got me when I was driving back to campus," I confessed, since I was suspicious that Christina had given Tawny some of the details of that night.

"Yeah, we know her too," Willa said. "Rumor has it she can get a bit frisky."

"Oh, come on, I was on a date," I evaded. "She had mercy on me and I left with a warning."

"You fucked her," Belle leered after studying me for several seconds. "So, did she use cuffs?"

"Front, back, top, and bottom -- I left her a wreck on the back seat and she was finger-lickin' good," I unloaded. "She was fantastic. She gave my date and I all we could handle."

"You got Heaven involved?" Tawny gasped.

"Man, my life would be so much easier," I groaned, "if the people talking behind my back kept me in the loop. Yes, I got Heaven involved. It was a hell of a way to wrap up her first date night. By the way, this doesn't go beyond us; okay?" Belle looked at me intensely once more.

"Are you going to lie to me?" she whispered as she placed her forehead against mine.

"Yes -- to protect you if I must," I replied beneath the thumping of the bass.

"That's my choice to make, not yours, Zane," Belle breathed a sugary-sweet beer aroma.

"Friends sacrifice a part of themselves for the ones they care about," I told her.

"Why do you care?" she asked with more than the usual curiosity.

"You are worth it," I answered. Again, there was another intense stare.

"Are you doing this for my sister?" she continued her interrogation of me.

"Nope," I kept it simple. Yet another attempt by Belle to read my soul followed.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she grinned. I pulled my right hand out slow and wiped it on my jeans. I was bringing my left set of fingers to my mouth when she intercepted me by the wrist and led me up to her lips. She sucked the juices off two fingers and then fed me the other two to take care of. I zipped her up and fixed her button before she dismounted and took me by the hand to the men's room.

Being occupied by men didn't dissuade Belle one bit. She leaned against the sink while I washed up without speaking. In fact, she remained silent until we stepped back into the narrow hallway that led back to the club floor or out back by a locked stairwell. Belle led me to the door and appeared to be thinking something over.

"I heard a sick rumor that your lawyers caught my sister and her buddy when they ganged up on you. The rumor is, you covered for them," Belle glared. "Why would you do something so stupid for someone you didn't know?"

"Do you know that I'm jealous of you?" I responded.

"Happens all the time; I'm a free-spirit that makes my own way in the world," she smiled, but it was overshadowed by her bitterness.

"No. You have a sister -- you have family, someone you grew up with. I have my aunt who is from another world, essentially, and that's it," I related. "That may be why I never commit to any one person," I added. "Something in Rio reminds me of my Mom and Iona reminds me of someone I wish was family but isn't. I guess I keep looking until I find what I lost."

"Gone is gone, Zane; there is no getting it back," Belle told me, but this time she was showing some real empathy.

"Yeah," I joked, "and that is why you always drive the speed limit and park within the lines, because that is what everyone tells you to do."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're insane?" Belle's teeth shone through with her smile.

"Never -- you would be the first," I lied, and by the gleam in my eyes she knew it.