Horseplay
Chapter 12 : Fallout

  There was a light, hesitant tapping on Neil's door and he tried to
get up and failed. The clock read 5, but he felt like he'd barely
laid down. He sat up and croaked "come in".
	Mae opened the door, which drew a low groan from Neil. "Are
you... are you OK, Neil?"
	Neil slid back into his blankets. "I don't know. I still have a
job... although that's not something you'd want to bet cash on."
	Mae came over and sat in the camp chair. "I waited for you, I
thought you were... teaching me another lesson" she grumbled.
	Neil looked from under from his pillow. "I was at the hospital,
then I was at Derrick's father's hotel room, getting the third
degree."
	Mae accepted this, then started to stand. "OK. I just wanted.
to... you know... see if you were OK."
	Neil rolled a bit. "Mae, what did you mean, teaching you
another lesson?"
	"That's what those days were, weren't they? Teaching me a
lesson?" She sounded bitter, but not angry.
	"I suppose. I've thought about it Mae, and... well.. it was
cold of me. You didn't deserve..."
	"No. No I didn't." Mae said sharply. She frowned and hugged
herself, then sat back down. "But I was being really unfair. To you.
I guess."
	"You guess?"
	"Well... yes. OK? I know! I know I was being unfair and it was
wrong... but you... you hurt me... "
	Neil sat up. "What?"
	"When you left me here... when you ignored me... when you
treated me... and I KNOW! I know you did it... because you were
showing me what I was... but it's wasn't fucking fair, Neil. OK?"
	Neil started to build an argument, but it fell apart. "No.
You're right. It wasn't fair and I'm sorry. I wanted to ... 'teach
you a lesson' but I also wanted to get back at you for what you were
doing to me. And that...that's not really right. I was cold, and I'm
sorry, Mae."
	Mae sat and nodded again..
	"Forgive me?"
	Mae nodded. "Can ... Can I have it back?"
	Neil blanked, having no idea what she was talking about.
	Mae took it as Neil considering and looked up. "You never...
told me that you stopped loving me.." she said with her voice edging
into a whine. "So, can I have ..."
	Neil got the idea. "No" he said softly. "You had my heart and I
never took it back... so I can't give it to you again."
	Mae smiled sadly and walked over. "Its not right between us.
You understand? I'm ... really stuck now. I didn't want a
boyfriend... and you won't let me be anything else." A tear started
down her nose and Neil moved to wipe it, but she stopped him. "See?
SEE? You can't... stop being Neil and I'm don't want...."
	Neil grumbled and pulled her into an unwilling hug.
	"At least we can be.. friendly? A little?"
	Mae relaxed into the hug and nodded. "No more Mister Mean?"
	Neil nodded "Unless you want a little mean... "
	Mae giggled and pulled away. "See, you're a fucking bastard at
heart" she said without much malice.
	Neil grinned and stretched. "I guess today I find out if it
makes any difference. I may be on my way home"
	"You really think Mom will fire you?"
	"I don't know. But I wouldn't be surprised."
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	After his early shower, Neil took a walk to the stables to
check on Arnoss. The big geld was perfectly content in his stall,
with no injury markers on the posts. Neil gave him a good checkover
anyway, noting a few minor dings in the shoes but no other issues. He
was on his way back to the cabin when Harry called to him from the
Cave.
	"Hallo, Neil. I hear you had a bit of trouble yesterday."
	"A bit?"
	Harry chuckled. "I'm not one to listen to rumors, but I have to
say killing a camper is frowned on. Especially when you ride your
horse back and forth over his corpse!"
	Neil sighed. "Is that what the latest is?"
	"Well, some suggest you were hired by a mob family to kill him,
then brought his head back as a trophy, but I'm not convinced of that
one."
	Neil growled. "Jesus. Derrick is fine. Broken leg, but
otherwise..."
	"And a cracked rib."
	Neil nodded, then looked hard at Harry. "How... "
	Harry grinned. "I got a call from a certain Nathanial Rothcrest
last night. Very late, too. He'd been drinking."
	"You.. know him?"
	"Quite well, actually. Nathanial is a sponsor of another one of
my equestrian projects. Well.... his wife was a client more than
Nathanial."
	"Derrick's mother?"
	"Eh? oh no. She was his second wife, this was his third. Quite
the avid dressage rider."
	"The lady who was with him last night?"
	Harry chuckled. "She is... his fourth. Or fifth. I don't know.
Anyway, Nathanial and I became friendly, in a sense. He investigated
some rumors concerning his wife and.. well, me. Totally untrue, of
course."
	Neil sat in a daze. "That's... interesting...."
	"You and I are due in Mom's office in an hour. You should eat."

	The crowd in Mom's office was surprising. Along with Harry and
Gwen, whose sharp features were dragged down with emotional weight,
there were the two medics, the trail captain, a trail guard, Mitchell
the stable master and a stable hand, Leah, Gail, one of his students,
and surprisingly enough, Cynthia.
	Mom and Nathanial arrived, talking to each other and a third
woman, who was arguing vocally with Nathanial.
	"He's in AGONY!" she shrieked.
	Nathanial waved his hands "He's on medication and only seems to
feel any pain when you're there."
	The woman was statuesque. There was simply no other word. If
her hips had ever borne children, they'd long since forgotten. She
was older, but had no grey in her reddish hair. Her breasts were
perky and clearly synthetic and she had a "worked" look to her face
that suggested a lot of knives had touched up its surface. The sum,
however, was only faded slightly by the construction. She was
beautiful and shapely, even with her face always settling on "fury"
or "grief stricken". Nathanial's newest wife was not in attendance
and Neil did not have to wonder why.
	Mom settled behind her desk and rapped a knuckle on it.
Everyone turned toward her, expectantly.
	"I've spoken with most of you here, but I want to hear Neil's
side of the story. The WHOLE story" she said.
	Neil sighed. He started with his earliest classes, discussing
Derrick's issues with equipment and safety. He hesitated to tell
Gwen's part, but he was finally forced to by Mom's unblinking stare.
He continued through the safety test, stopping afterwards when Mom
spoke up.
	"Is this true, Gwen?"
	Gwen sobbed and nodded, "I didn't tell Neil the truth, then, I
was scared that.."
	"Enough. Continue Neil"
	Neil flinched, then continued. He described Derrick's riding
issues, how he knew how to ride, but only through his dressage
classes. He also described seeing Derrick's skill test, but left out
the fact that he called Gwen's mother. It was a moment of personal
dishonesty he didn't feel like sharing.
	Mom pulled Derrick's folder and noted the scores for the group,
then called on Harry.
	"Its true. And I bear some guilt for not telling you, but Neil
said he had nothing but bits and pieces. It was probably enough"
	"It WAS enough..." Mom corrected, then indicated Neil should
continue.
	Neil described a few other scenes, including Cynthia's skill
test and Derrick's threat.
	"He'd NEVER!" Derrick's mother yelled, trying to stand.
	"Sit DOWN Amanda!" Nathanial growled. "Your son has shown
himself to be a dishonorable LIAR. I will not tolerate your
outbursts".
	Mom paused, then got to the point. "And so we come to
yesterday. Neil?"
	Neil nodded. "I assigned uh.. Guido to Derrick. He's a level 1,
a good trail rider, very docile. When we got out on the trail, though,
I saw he was on a different horse."
	"Arnoss." Mom noted. "The two are certainly similar, but not
identical."
	"No.. they're not" Neil admitted. "Guido has a faint white
star. I told Derrick to stop, and tried to halt the line, but the
leader was pretty far ahead. So I stopped the rear third of the line.
Derrick tried to pass, but Arnoss didn't like it. He reared and spun,
then headed back down the trail. When we got to the intersection, he
took off."
	Mom paused, noting nods from the other girls in his class, then
continued. "And we know the rest. Arnoss threw Derrick on the access
road, and he broke his leg, cracked a rib and has other minor
injuries"
	"Minor?!?" Amanda shouted, standing again. "I'll SUE!"
	Mom stared at her for a long moment. Amanda faded under her
gaze, then sat back down. "You signed a release when your son
arrived. Derrick was injured in a riding accident due to his own
negligence. I invite you to sue me."
	Amanda sat down heavily.
	"Now. I've spoken to Harry and Cynthia, as well as the other
campers and groundspeople and have no reason to doubt the story so
far. Does anyone have anything else to add?"
	There were silent head shakes around the room.
	"So. Derrick is suspended from the academy for the remainder of
the summer. His actions violated parts two, four and five of his camp
agreement. Neil will be reprimanded for his failures as a counselor,
but will retain his job, should he choose to stay."
	Neil realized it was nearly a question and looked up. Mom gave
him a curious glance and he nodded quickly.
	"Done. I believe that Mr. Rothcrest and Harry should stay. Also
Gwen for the moment. The rest of you are dismissed."
	Amanda's protests faded down the hallway into the admin foyer
and Neil steeled himself for the eventual "other shoe". Nathanial had
a few quiet words with Gwen in the far corner, and she left with tears
in her eyes and a huge smile on her face. She managed a last wave to
Neil, then ran out. Neil looked up and smiled at Nathanial, who
sighed.
	"It hurts that she would... think I could deny her ..."
	"She's tough, I wish she could go back into Dressage" Neil
answered.
	"She will, I'll put her in some winter classes. She'll make up
the difference, and Western is probably good for her."
	Harry came over and clapped Nathanial on the shoulder. "What do
you know about western.. or horses... or little girls for that
matter!?"
	Nathanial chuckled and took a seat next to Harry.
	Mom took her seat behind the desk and looked wearily at Neil.
"You know, I got a long list of compliments from parents in the
younger class..."
	Neil was surprised, thinking back of who might have bothered to
say anything to Mom.
	"Sixteen." she said, pulling a stack of papers. "Ten hand
written notes, four emails and a pair of those feedback forms we send
out in the mail."
	Neil smiled despite himself.
	"Jesus, Neil... I wish you'd come to me." she said heavily.
	"I'm sorry, Mom... I just didn't have... proof.."
	"You had suspicions based on facts. Good facts. And THIS!" she
said, flapping Derrick's skill transfer sheet. "What a pile of crap.
I'll speak to Martha about THIS."
	Neil nodded.
	"Nathanial?" she probed.
	Nathanial looked at Neil with a long appraising glance. "I'm
satisfied that Neil did... what he felt was right. He certainly made
some mistakes in judgement, but he's young and Derrick got better
than he might have."
	Mom grunted. "He might have gotten two horseshoe prints in his
skull. Harry, why the fuck didn't you say anything to me?"
	Neil jumped to hear Mom curse, but Harry's laughter shocked him
more.
	"Ah Abbey, I should've. I am sorry. The boy holds the world on
his shoulders."
	Mom threw the now balled up skill sheet at Harry, then regarded
Neil. "I forget that you're only eighteen, Neil." she sighed, pulling
a sheet out of her cabinet. "If I don't do something, the campers and
parents will think you skated... so, I'm putting your Trail cert on
probation. See Jackie for a refresher. It'll take you ten minutes,
but at least it'll sound good. Your safety cert is revoked, go retake
the tests. You're on stable duty every morning for the rest of the
summer and you'll get a written reprimand from the stable master for
not double checking the horses you assigned and a verbal reprimand on
record from me. Plus I'm docking your pay"
	Neil sighed and nodded.
	"Yesterday from five on, today for ... oh, three hours. That's
.... I don't know, fifty bucks or something." Mom's eyes twinkled and
she threw her pencil at him. "Next time come tell me." she growled.
"Now all of you get out of my fucking office. Harry, tell the
students that I yelled at him for two hours."
	"Like a banshee with hemorrhoids, Abbey"
	"Get. Out."
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	Neil sat at breakfast in a state of shock. Every counselor's
eyes were fixed on him, shocked that he was still alive and
apparently employed. He ate quickly, deciding to head back to the
stables for his first duty assignment. Ruth and Dave spotted him, but
he shook his head and mimed "later" before rushing off.
	Mitchell grumbled about having to write some damn reprimand and
eventually assigned Neil to write it himself. He was doubly annoyed at
having Neil underfoot, and ordered him to show up late the next
morning and leave early. Neil wrote his reprimand as quickly as
possible, unsure of how stern to be. He tried to show it to the
stable master, who balled it up and threw it into a pile of manure.
	"Bloody nonsense. It got lost, get out." he growled.
	Neil had to remind himself that it was Friday, and ran off to
find his class. They would be in the arena, and he wasn't looking
forward to seeing them.
	He sat the entire class down in the grass near the arena. "I've
heard the rumors, and I'm sure you're all a little confused and
concerned, so here's the honest truth. Derrick took a horse he wasn't
qualified for."
	There were several exchanged glances from his circle of
followers, several of which were a bit guilty.
	"Derrick lied on his transfer sheet, and wasn't qualified to
ride western and trail. He took a faster horse, probably to impress
someone." More exchanged glances and Neil was satisfied at the levels
of guilt present. "It was a... bad decision. Arnoss is a runner, and
can be a dangerous horse for a novice rider. Derrick got thrown on
the access road on the far side of the lake. He broke his leg...
badly and hurt his ribs."
	The glances were more urgent this time, and some of the
accomplices started to turn red. Neil took a hard look around as a
few started to raise their hands, shaking his head to stop them.
"Derrick has been kicked out of Silverspire." There were a few nods,
and Neil steeled himself for the final part. He had to play this one
for Mom and to drive a last sharp spike of guilt into those
responsible.
	"As for me.." he started, drawing every eye. "I am... currently
going to be keeping my job... barely". Stunned looks greeted him as he
let that sink in. He left the doubt out there for them to chew on for
a while. "Although it was a... tight decision, the school has decided
not to fire me for not stopping Derrick"
	"But you didn't know!" one of the red-faced girls said
suddenly. She had her hands over her mouth in a second, her eyes
wide.
	"No. I didn't. But its my job to pay attention to every rider,
every horse, at every second. I've had two of my certs suspended,
trail and safety. I've had my pay docked and I've been reprimanded by
both the stable master and the owner of the academy. I've also spent a
very long time discussing the situation with Derrick's mother and....
father". Neil dropped father in a whisper, as if remembering a week
of torture.
	Neil let them think for a long moment, then stood. "Well, back
to work then. We have our first competition tomorrow, and I'd very
much like to see you all do well."
	For the next hour, Neil put a very obedient and restrained
group of girls through a solid workout in the Western arena. Even
Leah kept to herself, smiling shyly at him between runs. Neil gave
her a very reserved smile and kept the pressure on the riders. All
told, it was probably the most productive arena time he'd ever put
them through. By the end several of the girls seemed to have taken
his advice to heart and, in a shocking twist, applied it to their
riding.
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	Neil kept his sadsack face on through most of lunch, managing
to get sympathy from Harriet, Ruth and even Mae. Dave was incredulous
that he was still employed and tossed aside each and every claim of
punishment and reprimand with a casual "Fuck that!" Neil was
eventually forced to fess up, revealing the entire story in small,
quiet bites to his slowly growing audience. Harry stopped by to chip
in his two cents and Cynthia came over to make sure her part was
accurately portrayed.
	"I swear, you are amazing" Harriet grumbled.
	"That's what Ruth keeps saying" he joked.
	Ruth choked and coughed, giving him a deep look of "shut up"
	Harriet's eyes grew and after a sideways glance at Ruth mumbled
something like "chatty bitch" and slid over to have a conversation
with her ladyfriend.
	Dave continued his disbelief, but toned it down after Harry and
Cynthia left. "I swear man, I drop a kid off a horse and I'd be
dead... especially some rich Rothcrest brat."
	Neil shrugged. "Yeah, look its done. I'm ready to move on."
	"Yeah. Hey, Ruthie and Harriet want to hook up tonight, you
in?"
	Neil glanced over at Mae, who was concentrating on her lunch.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm in. I don't know what good I'll be, I'm seriously
exhausted."
	"Tell Ruth to do the work. She's into that"
	"Doing work?"
	"Being on top."
	"Ah. Have you had a chance to, you know, reacquaint yourself
with Harriet?"
	Dave grinned. "Yeah. And a two-fer with Ruth"
	"Sweet!"
	"No, that's why I need you back. Not fucking kidding, man"
	"They too much for you?"
	"They work against me. One's talking dirty in my ear while the
other works me over. Ruth held me down and rubbed everything she had
in my face while Harriet blew me. I lasted like four minutes."
	Neil laughed and Dave tried to smack him.
	"Fucking serious, man. Harriet was going down on Ruth while I
did her, holy.... jesus. I about lost it. I had to pull out and cool
down. Then they went at each other and gave me a play by play"
	Neil cracked up, glancing over at the girls who were chatting
away about some class. "They're a pair."
	"A pair of ruthless bitches in the sack. If you're there, I can
pass one off, you know? Tagteam style. Take it down a notch. Or they
can double team you. How do you NOT blow?"
	Neil shrugged. "Sometimes I do. Harriet got me yesterday at
lunch, I was... uh, putty in her hands."
	Dave laughed. "I just can't fight it, you know. They're
hardcore"
	"The monster in your head" Neil said with a grin.
	"What?!?"
	"That's what I call it... what I think. Its like a monster in
your head, a werewolf or whatever. It feeds on lust. Y'know"
	"Yeah, that's pretty good. The monster in my head is a fucker.
I can't stop it and BOOM, they win. Think about baseball my ass..."
	Neil slapped Dave on the shoulder and stood. "I'll be your
wingman."
	"Tonight? Awesome."
	With a wink to the two girls, Neil was off to the stables. They
were due for a short trail ride and more time in the arena.
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	For the trail ride, Neil was triple cautious until they were
out of the stable and on the trail. He sent Leah forward to lead,
noticing that her teasing and flirting had eased back from nothing to
barely any. He didn't need it right then, so she got banished to the
front of the pack. Gwen returned from her morning with her uncle, and
was in a talkative mood, so he set Gail as the tailgunner and rode
with Gwen, listening to her chatter away.
	She'd had a long talk with her uncle, and described him as a
kind man with no free time who had haunted her life like some ghost
who barely showed up for holidays. He'd been quite friendly and
promised her that she would not miss any more summer courses.
	"But if I take dressage, you won't be my teacher!"
	"Well, you'll have Harry. He's nice too"
	"But not as..." Gwen blushed and Neil gave her a quick glance.
	"Not as tall?" he offered.
	Gwen looked over and nodded, facing her saddle.
	Neil chuckled but inside he felt the monster take heed. He was
a bastard, alright, a bastard with a penis and a conscious who wasn't
doing a fucking thing for him.
	Neil had decided to take them down the East trail to the mazes,
then back along the access road next to the lake. It was a bit of a
exorcism for him, he didn't want to always associate the area with
the accident, so he took them casually around the corner and down the
road, the horses' hooves clopping on the gravel. Neil moved back until
he reached Gail in the back of the line. She smiled gently, paying
attention to her horse. Neil noticed her riding position and started
to wonder.
	"What's wrong with your leg, Gail?"
	Gail shook her head, but his look stopped her. "I'm.. sore from
yesterday. We rode kind of fast back and I was paying more attention
to ..."
	"Thank you, Gail." Neil said, interrupting her.
	She looked up in surprise.
	"You and the other leaders took over at a bad point, and I
appreciate that. You got everyone home safe and the horses back in.
That was a big help"
	Gail almost blushed, shifting a bit.
	Neil realized it wasn't her leg that hurt, it was her butt and
he couldn't quite stop himself from laughing. Her hurt look sobered
him. "I'm sorry, I'm a little slow. Its not your leg that hurts."
	Gail blushed firmly, refusing to look at him.
	"Ah, well, then trot up and tell Leah to take the rear and you
lead us down to the watering strip on the lake." Neil challenged. He
expected her to refuse and reveal her injured butt, but she gave him
a growl and trotted forward. Neil laughed, until he realized Leah
would be joining him.
	Leah was a little timid, standing on her stocky quarterhorse
and waiting for the end of the line. Neil smiled at her and she fell
into line. "Hello poppet." he said lightly.
	Leah gave him a cautious smile. "So I get to put up with you
for another week, huh?"
	"If you take Trail next week. I just get lots of punishments"
	"Like?"
	"Writeups and retests of my certs. Plus I'm on stable du...."
Neil stopped, realizing his mistake, but it was too late.
	"Stable duty you say?" Leah said with a light laugh. "Ah that
will be terrible. Working in the stables"
	"Yeah, well.. I doubt they'll make me.. do much, you know"
	"Every morning"
	"No... just, uh, a few days"
	"With an audience, no less!"
	"What? What audience?"
	"Me"
	"Leah... "
	"I like poppet"
	"You .. what? you do?"
	"Do you know what a poppet is?"
	"Isn't it a food or something? I heard it somewhere..."
	"Its a fetish"
	"A... WHAT?"
	"Not that kind of fetish. Of course brits use it as a term for
a child or girlfriend"
	"Oh.. well... that's not so"
	"But that's not what it is. A poppet is a doll, used in
spells."
	"Spells?"
	"That's what a fetish really is, tying people up is a different
meaning"
	"Well. I ..." Neil couldn't find the words. Leah was Leah, only
ten times more so, tying him up in his own words and dancing around
his attempts to escape.. She was allowing the ride of the horse to
bounce her, just a bit. Her breasts, though small, still managed to
catch his eye. She was also looking at him just so. She laughed, and
giggled and it was all hypnotic and distracting and so very, very
Leah.
	"Do you know what kind of doll a poppet is?"
	"No.. not ... "
	"Fertility"
	"Fertility?!?"
	"Yep."
	"How do you KNOW this?"
	"Gail is into witchcraft"
	"She is.. she's WHAT?"
	"Not like that, she thinks its interesting, like she studies
it."
	"Oh. "
	"I asked her what a poppet was and she told me. In lurid
detail"
	Neil blanched and shook himself. "Look.. Leah.. maybe 'poppet'
isn't the right.. you know, name for"
	"Its perfect. Don't you plan on knocking me up?"
	"WHAT?"
	"My big belly full of your offspring after you imPREGnate me?"
	"Leah!"
	Leah started to laugh, holding her hands over her imaginary
belly. "Big fat baby in my belly"
	Neil laughed, but not as heartily.
	"No babies for me, not for a while." Leah said, suddenly
serious.
	"Well... good."
	"But you can imagine. And practice"
	"Ye. NO! Wait."
	Leah's laughter drew the attention of other riders, so Neil
eased his horse ahead. He was sure he could feel her staring at him,
but whenever he looked back down the line, she was always looking
somewhere else.
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	Neil had an unexpected dinner guest. After a short and cold
shower he walked up to the Cave and discovered Nathanial sitting at
one of the side tables with his wife. Neil walked over and finally
learned her name, Deb, and sat down with them at Nathanial's
insistence.
	"I understand you're back to work, Neil" he said with a nod.
	Neil nodded back, trying not to pay too much attention to his
supermodel level wife. Wherever he found these women, Neil wanted to
pay a visit. His credit probably wouldn't buy him much, though.
	"I must apologize for my... reactions.." he started.
	"No... sir, it was understandable." Neil objected.
	"Perhaps, but I still owe you something. I like you Neil, you
took responsibility in a situation that was both unfair and
difficult. That takes courage, and I like that. Are you going to
college?"
	Neil frowned. "Maybe. I'm actually going to work for my father
for a bit, to build up some cash"
	Nathanial nodded firmly. "Good. College is a right royal pain
and should be avoided at all costs." he said with mock severity. "You
should keep it in mind, though. It would do you good."
	Neil nodded, not really following the discussion.
	Nathanial handed him a business card, which Neil examined then
put away. "If you do go to college... or decide to start a business,
or whatever. Call me first. I'm not going to just hand you a wad of
cash, Neil, you did drop my son off a horse. But I can give you
advice, direction, or even help. My company might also be looking for
smart young men who stand up for young ladies"
	"Sounds like a great job" Neil said, watching Nathanial ogle
his wife. Neil filed the "his wife" part away and refrained, but
Nathanial winked at him. "Its a tough job, finding beautiful women.
Very rewarding, though."
	Neil wasn't sure where this was going EITHER, and tried to
remain political and friendly. "I can only imagine" he said dryly.
	"Ah, dear, Nathanial is a gentlemen. I like him even more."
	Deb smiled broadly at Neil and wiggled. It was tiny, almost
below his threshold of vision, but it was as unmistakable as a wink
and ten times as erotic.
	"The world needs more gentlemen." Nathanial mused, sliding his
hand down Deb's arm. "A man who treats a woman as a lady, takes care
of her."
	Neil swallowed as the monster fought with the muscles in his
eyeballs. They rotated slowly down and he had to blink and turn to
face the table to hold them in check. "I guess so, sir."
	Nathanial laughed, then caught that Neil was a bit upset. "Ah,
I'm not making fun of you Neil. You are a good kid... a good man and
I'm teasing a bit, that's all. I'll tell you what. Come into town
with us tonight. We're leaving tomorrow and I plan on making a night
of it."
	Neil tried to put them off, but Nathanial would not be
persuaded. Neil also noted Deb's interest and was growing very, very
concerned. He finally agreed and slipped away to tell Dave that he
was on his own for the evening.
	"I have to. Rothcrest won't take no, and hell... who knows what
an evening with that guy would be like"
	Dave grumbled, then almost choked. Neil followed his gaze down
the table and saw Ruth and Harriet.
	"Neil, you're going into town?"
	"Yeah... I'm going to..."
	"That's a pity. We had plans tonight" Ruth said.
	"With you and Dave" Harriet finished.
	"But now..."
	"It will just be us..."
	"and Dave..."
	Dave swallowed hard and looked at Neil with pleading eyes. Neil
backed away from the table slowly, watching the hunger in the girls
eyes. "Yeah, so you guys have fun..."
	"We will" the girls cooed together.
	Dave started to stand, but Harriet moved to intercept, forcing
him down into the bench.
	"Dave will just have to work... twice as hard" she growled.
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	Neil put on the only nice clothes he had and was picked up by
Rothcrest at the admin building. Nathanial was wearing a dark suit
and Deb an evening gown that was very, very revealing. Deb's dark,
curly hair was up, cascading down over her bronze shoulders and
framing her oval face. She was very exotic. Her large breasts were
barely contained by a strapless dress that had an oval removed from
her upper stomach, revealing her belly button. Neil thought the dress
itself was very conservative until he saw the slit. It ran from her
ankle almost to her waist. It was distracting as hell.
	"I suspected that you wouldn't have any eveningwear, so we will
be stopping to get you something fitting" Neil got a little
embarrassed, but Nathanial stopped him. "Pah, who brings eveningwear
to a horse camp?"
	Their first stop was a small tailor in the antique-ish side of
town. An old Greek man came out, bowing to Nathanial. "Mister
Rothcrest, you're here! I'm so glad."
	"Ah, Petre. This is Neil, he's my ward for the evening. I'd
like a nice suit. Black?"
	Neil thought he was asking him until Petre interrupted. "No...
not for him. I think a dark grey, perhaps a pinstriped blue?"
	Nathanial considered, then walked over to Deb. "What do you
think, Deb?"
	Deb came over and slid behind Neil, turning him to face the
mirror. He couldn't see her from the tailor's platform clearly, she
would glance from behind him or turn him whenever he looked around.
"I like grays, but pinstripes are dashing"
	"Pinstripes then." Nathanial said with a flourish.
	Petre was fast and familiar. He was up Neil's leg, down his
back and under his arms in a flash. During the process he would
remove items of clothing until Neil was standing in his boxers. Neil
started to blush but Nathanial grinned. "Deb, the boy is nearly
naked. Get out."
	She pouted and took a long time leaving, looking back through
the door. "Incorrigible." Nathanial noted. "Do you know why I married
her?"
	"I can guess" Neil said, before he could stop himself.
	Nathanial howled in laughter and Petre grinned from his knees
at Neil's side.
	"I'm.. sorry, that was"
	"No.. no. That's one reason.. two, I suppose. You see, Neil, I
am a difficult man to pin down. I'm busy. I travel. I have a taste
for women. A lady would be hard pressed to understand that."
	Neil nodded, jumping when Petre slipped a length of cloth over
his arm and pressed firmly into his armpit.
	"Deb... understands. She is a marvel"
	Neil didn't really understand, although he suspected he had the
gist of it. Deb was tolerant, or perhaps a participant in Nathanial's
womanizing. He wasn't going to put forth his theory, though.
	Petre slipped another bit of cloth over his chest and Nathanial
excused himself. Neil was swamped in blue fabric for a few moments,
then Petre announced that somehow he was going to put a suit together
from all that poking, prodding and measuring. He disappeared with a
wink through the back curtain and Neil was alone with a mirror. Just
him, a mirror, and Deb sneaking through the back door.
	Neil spun and Deb grinned. "Well. Aren't we a sight."
	"Yeah.. uh, Nathanial just.. went out that.."
	"I know. Oh, don't be embarrassed. You're still wearing more
than I am"
	Neil's eyes did a quick survey to assure the beast that this
was, in fact, the case. It didn't help his embarrassment when his
penis started to move, slowly engorging with blood.
	Deb came around him, circling the platform and eyeing him. "I
see why Nathanial likes you" she cooed in her exotic accent. "You are
a good boy, or... man? So? You are a man after all."
	Neil tried to cover himself, but Deb turned him so he was
facing the mirror. Her hands snaked under his arms and rubbed his
stomach and chest. At the height he was, if she spun him, he would be
in a very embarrassing position if Nathanial returned. "Ms...
Rothcrest.. I can't.. you're"
	"Married?" she said in a murmur, sliding her hands around and
spinning him.
	Neil's manhood was now but a few short inches from her chin.
She was hugging him tightly, pressing her breasts together and
looking up at him with a devilish smile.
	"Yes... married..."
	She laughed. It was exotic and erotic and playful. "You are
quite a find." she said lightly, stepping back. She turned, whipping
her dress and reminding Neil just how FAR that slit ran. "I will see
you when you are better attired" she said with a smile, stepping out.

	Petre returned shortly, carrying a pile of blue pinstripes and
several boxes. He pulled a white dress shirt out and had it on Neil
in a flash. He checked all the buttons, set some cuff links and
nodded in approval. Then a jacket with arms down to his knees. Shears
appeared, the lengths were cut and hemmed, buttons added and cuffs set
in what seemed like seconds. Then Neil had on pants, cuffed and
checked, then a belt, bright yellow tie and belt. Petre spun him on
the platform, checking every seam and line before standing back and
nodding.
	Neil looked at himself in the mirror and gasped. The suit was
expertly tailored, fitting him perfectly. He looked nearly as dapper
and well dressed as Nathanial.
	Nathanial entered and looked Neil over with a nod. "Put a crest
on it" he said. "Its Rothcrest property now. I'll expect you to act
like a Rothcrest when you wear it, Neil. Just consider it on
permanent loan."
	Neil tried to answer, but Deb entered and gushed over him. She
squeezed and prodded him while Nathanial watched in a constant state
of mirth.
	"I think she likes it" he joked as they walked out. Neil never
saw the bill, and had a strong suspicion that Nathanial had never
seen it either. It would be paid by someone who had no idea why he'd
purchased a suit on this trip, and would not care in the least.
	Instead of dinner, they drove further out until they reached
the airport. In the dying light of evening he spotted a helicopter
sitting on the field, its blades slowly rotating.
	"Where are we eating, love?" Deb asked as they drove onto the
field.
	"Mitchell's" he answered. The car stopped and they all stepped
out, Neil a little slower.
	The pilot opened a side door and they piled into the luxurious
helicopter. It was tight quarters, but very comfortable. Neil found
himself sitting on the far side of the helicopter, with Deb in the
back and Nathanial essentially across from him. The pilot called him
"sir", the door swung shut, the pinprick interior lights came on and
Deb's hand latched onto his leg firmly. He jumped slightly and she
leaned forward, looking out the window past him. The position gave
him a clear view down her dress and Neil managed to fight it for
perhaps a half second before looking.
	Her dress top cupped each breast, holding like a bowl holds a
scoop of icecream. There was very little keeping them in beyond
gravity and her sitting and leaning forward freed them from that last
restriction. The short of it was that Neil had a nearly unobstructed
view of a gorgeous set of breasts. The top of each nipple was clearly
visible, and aroused. When Neil fought his eyes back to level, Deb was
staring into them with a knowing expression. He opened his mouth to
apologize and she giggled, sitting back without comment, but never
once releasing his thigh.
	The flight was brief, Nathanial explained that they didn't want
to be eating at midnight, so they landed in Charlotte atop a massive
hotel. The restaurant, Nathanial explained, was downstairs. "I hope
you like steak".
	If he hadn't been wearing a new suit, Neil would have felt
severely out of place. The restaurant was beyond fancy, waiters in
tuxedos seated them in a small room with a sliding, translucent door.
There were three bottles of wine chilling and a hostess in a nearly
transparent gown seated them. Neil fought the urge to ogle her, only
to find that looking away brought Deb into view. Nathanial seemed to
have no difficulty, openly examining the woman as she discussed the
meal.
	"She's a vision" Nathanial exclaimed when the young girl left.
Deb seemed to agree and Neil simply tried to stay focused on what was
going on, which seemed very difficult when Deb started to play footsie
under the table.
	At first it was an innocent touch, but she began to rub her
foot up his leg, making Neil very thankful to be wearing pants.
Nathanial began to discuss his future plans, something Neil was not
keen to go into, seeing how he had exactly zero solid plans.
Nathanial took this in stride, exploring different options, offering
sound advice on getting a loan or why to use a corporate structure
rather than a partnership.
	Neil eventually tuned Deb out and carried out a long discussion
with Nathanial on starting a company to run soundsystems and lights at
concerts. Nathanial seemed to be very interested in the possibilities
of concert systems, electronics and so forth, although he kept
describing operas, symphonies and bands that Neil had never heard of.
It probably didn't matter, though, sound was sound, lights were
lights.
	When the salads arrived, Neil was stumped. Deb offered to show
him how to eat it, but he declined just at her tone. There were a
thousand ways to get killed just from the shadows of the hints below
her innuendo. Neil managed to choke down whatever was laying on the
salad and started to harbor a deep fear of the "steak".
	He needn't have worried. The steak was definitely steak, under
some odd vegetables and a thick red sauce. Neil tore into it,
forgetting the discussion of business and devoured the steak with
barely a sound. Nathanial laughed heartily and clapped him on the
shoulder. "They must be starving you at that camp, my boy."
	Neil also managed to keep sipping his wine, not paying a lot of
attention to the steward who wordlessly filled it every few moments.
He was shortly a bit tipsy, feeling better than he ever had. At some
point Nathanial cut him off with a grin, saying he'd "need his
strength" or something.
	After the steak was dessert, a chocolate mousse concoction
arrived that was incredibly rich. Neil ate half and sat back,
exhausted from eating. Nathanial began to discuss his family history
and Deb continued to eat. Slowly. In a way that drove Neil to
distraction.
	Deb would take a small spoonful, flip the spoon and slide it
across her tongue, leaving the chocolate. She would then wrap her
tongue and suck, causing the chocolate to disappear into her throat.
Then she would lick the spoon. The lucky, luck spoon.
	When Neil realized he was ignoring Nathanial, he turned to try
and recover the story, only to find Nathanial looking at him with a
measure of disappointment. Neil tried not to blush and steadfastly
ignored Deb for the remainder of dessert. Nathanial announced that
dinner was excellent and over, and that they would be heading up to
the helicopter. He excused himself to the bathroom en route to the
elevators, however, and Neil found himself alone in the elevator for
the long ride to the roof. Alone with Deb.
	She wasted no time backing him into a corner and pressing
herself against him. "Why do you resist me, Neil? I could be so good
to you."
	Neil tried to escape, but the alcohol and late night had
crippled his world class football skills and he was trapped. "I...
you're his wife.. I can't..."
	"Posh, what Nathanial does not know." she purred, sliding her
hands down his stomach to his legs, then coming together.
	Neil hesitated, enjoying the sensations and the fact that her
motions were slowly bringing her breasts back into his longing gaze.
When she reached the middle, however, he found his spine and slid
sideways, then doubled back and was standing next to the elevator
buttons, panting. "Now... You are... really beautiful, but I am... uh
in debt to Nathanial's .. um"
	Deb tutted and slipped her hand behind her back, unclasping
something very crucial to the frontal structure of her dress. It fell
forward in a gentle hiss of satin or silk and there, for him to gaze
upon were the two most perfect globes of flesh he'd ever dreampt of.
Her bronze skin continued down and turned pink around her large
nipples. She slithered forward, reaching out to him and Neil found
himself once again backed into a corner. Her hands were faster this
time, locating his erect penis and stroking gently down his shaft,
sliding between his legs and cupping his balls. Neil groaned and the
monster managed to swim forth from the lake of wine in his head. He
reached forward to envelop her, only to find that she'd dropped down.
Deb found his zipper easily and there was a zipping sound through the
fog of sex and alcohol. Neil pushed back, his mind reeling and in
leaning he hit around fourteen buttons on the elevator with his
shoulder.
	Deb looked up at the noise and the doors chimed. Neil recovered
his senses and didn't even pause to look down before sliding left and
backing out of the elevator. Deb was trying to collect her dress,
then looked up when she realized there was no one actually entering
the elevator and that Neil had escaped. The doors closed before she
could stand up and Neil was free.
	In a daze he hit the up button on the next elevator over.
=======================
	"Neil? Where is Deb?" Nathanial asked. Neil didn't know how
he'd beaten them to the roof, and he didn't care. He'd made a
decision, a hard decision in the elevator up and he had to live
through it.
	"She... I left her in the other elevator. She... came on to me.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't betray your..." Neil stopped when he
realized Nathanial was laughing. Confusion turned to realization,
then anger. They were toying with him. Neil turned in a rage and
started to stalk off.
	"Neil, Neil, wait. I'm very sorry. You must think I'm a real
bastard" Nathanial pleaded as Neil carefully descended the steps.
When he reached the landing and couldn't open the door, Neil stopped
and tried to think.
	"She's been all over me all night, and you KNEW!"
	"Of course! I told you she understood my lifestyle, and I
understand hers. When we realized at the tailors you didn't... get it
we decided to play a bit of a game with you. I know it sounds...
cruel, but please hear me out."
	Neil frowned and sat down hard on the steps. Nathanial sat
beside him.
	"Neil, I've gone through six wives, always because I strayed.
I... I'm weak, alright? Very weak with women. I fall, I love, I ..
betray. Its who I am. With Deb, we came to an arrangement. We love
who we love and have sex with who we wish. It's.. open, you
understand?"
	Neil nodded dully. He still felt used.
	"Now, when you resisted Deb, she was ... challenged. I was
amused. Your sense of honor, your misunderstanding of our
relationship... She .. wagered me."
	"Wagered? What kind of wager?"
	"She bet that she could seduce you, I bet she couldn't. She
is... devious."
	"You... bet on me?"
	"Well... I bet you would last until we returned to the
helicopter. You are an interesting young man, you showed me that this
week. I thought you might make it. I didn't think... I should have
realized that your honor would make this a less than enjoyable
experience, even with Deb's boutiful... charms."
	Neil tried to argue, but he was too relieved. "So.. you knew?"
	"Some. I think, however, that she was cheating. Disrobing was
not allowed, and she was a bit... exposed in the helicopter."
	Neil chuckled and nodded.
	"I apologize again Neil. Don't let this spoil our evening."
	Neil stood and shrugged. "I'm fine. I was worried... that.."
	"That I'd have you killed?" Nathanial laughed.
	"So you don't care that she... with me?"
	"She doesn't care that I'm taking that luscious hostess to my
bed, and I am well aware that she has a fondness for young men."
	Neil blanched. "Young?"
	"She likes the... defilement idea. Take a young, honorable man
and do horrible things to him. Turn him to the dark side, to use a
phrase"
	"And you... really don't care?"
	"I admit that I do not love Deb, not in the way I've loved
others. Perhaps that makes it easier, I don't know. I love her in a
way... well in a number of ways. She is very good, Neil"
	"So you expect me to perform like some stud?" Neil said with a
trace of sarcasm.
	"Me? I expect nothing. DEB, however, expects you to be very,
very good. Neil, I have been a bit unfair, but Deb has been downright
rotten."
	Neil nodded in agreement.
	"Now, she knows nothing of this conversation and you.. you are
aware of my position. So, you may hold this over her head, or simply
enjoy her attentions."
	Neil grinned. It would certainly be an interesting helicopter
ride.
=======================
	Deb pouted for the first few minutes of the ride, ignoring Neil
despite their new seating arrangement. With Nathanial's date for the
evening seated next to her, Deb was stuck in the corner pressed up
against him. Neil smiled serenely and watched the scenery outside the
window.
	He was not shocked when her hand slid onto his leg in the
darkness, but she didn't even pause this time. She had her left hand
well up onto his inner thigh in moments and was rapidly moving toward
his ready dick when she paused, waiting for him to do something. Neil
ignored her, alternating between watching Nathanial's date and the
window.
	Neil still didn't know the hostess' name, and wondered if
Nathanial did either. If it mattered. The girl seemed more than
willing to mold herself to his side in the helicopter, and in the
dark there were infrequent sounds of sliding fabric. With no
resistance from Neil, Deb slid her hand up to his crotch and found
him ready and aroused. She mumbled something affirmative and slid
even closer to him. Neil moved his arm to let her closer and Deb was
soon leaning against his chest. She continued to stroke him slowly,
murmuring against him and chuckling in victory.
	When they landed, Neil waited for Nathanial and his date to
exit, then leaned over and kissed Deb on the cheek. She gave him a
curious look, then frowned. "You and Nathanial... spoke?"
	"Spoke?"
	Deb gave him a hard look, considering.
	They got back into the car and the driver pulled away quickly,
headed through the dark into town. There was only one nice hotel in
town, so Nathanial had taken three separate rooms for himself and his
staff. When they pulled up, a man escorted them to the elevators and
carried several bags. When the doors opened, Nathanial leaned over.
"Meet me in the hallway in two minutes."
	Neil looked confused, but agreed.
	On the top floor, Deb and Alison the hostess went into separate
rooms. Nathanial grabbed Neil's arm and gave him a grin. "Look, Deb is
very competitive and has a... thing about winning. She's going to be a
bit upset I won our bet and she's going to take it out on you."
	Neil flinched and Nathanial laughed.
	"Not like that. Remember what I told you about Deb's fondness
for.. defiling her dates? If you were to, say, finish quickly. She
wins. In her mind, she's oversexed you and won. So the sooner you
lose control, the more she likes it. She'll happily abandon sexual
satisfaction for the thrill of causing a virile young man to lose
control thanks to her overwhelming sexual charms, see?"
	Neil frowned and glanced at the door.
	"Oho.. a man who likes a challenge. Now you know her game. If
you can... say, get her to BEG you to finish, then you win and she'll
be putty in your hands. She doesn't like it, but its sexually
thrilling to her as well."
	Neil tried, but the wine and lust were making him a bit slow.
	"Nevermind, just take my word for it. Listen Neil, I still feel
a bit bad about how she's been tonight, so here's a... truce offering.
Do you know about the g-spot?"
	Neil nodded.
	"Good. If you can stimulate her clit, g-spot and her ass at the
same time she'll blow her top. Don't go anal sex, though, she won't do
it. But if you go down on her, you've got two hands, got it? Don't use
it for her first orgasm, use it for her second. That will blow her
mind."
	"You know.. .sir, its really fucking weird having you ..."
	Nathanial laughed out loud, even bending over to smack his
thigh. "I like you Neil, very much. You are a good kid... now go fuck
my wife."
=======================
	Deb smiled when he entered. "So, you're aware.. and comfortable
with the arrangement?"
	Neil nodded, moving forward.
	Deb stopped him with an upturned hand and shook her head. Very
slowly she began to strip, once again removing her top, but she did
so while turning, denying him a good view. When she released the
dress top on her next spin, she covered her nipples with one hand,
slid her other down the side of her dress and pulled sideways,
removing the gown in one sudden motion. She turned, showing off her
white thong underwear and garters. Against her bronze skin the white
silk glowed and she teased him with a swirl of her ass, lifting it
and spreading her legs slightly to expose more of the white fabric.
	Neil felt the surge of lust and raised his defenses quickly. He
fortified his mind against the visual assault, enjoying it as much as
he dared before watching the floor or focusing on nonsexual parts of
her like her hair or appreciating just how nice her shoes were.
	Deb moved over to him, dropping her arms and giving him a full
view of her breasts again. Neil smiled in open appreciation, then
stepped back when she started to kneel.
	"But I need to undress you!" she whined.
	Neil shook his head, "I'm a little... overstimulated" he lied.
While the beast was awake and aware, he'd fought it down to a low
simmer. What he really wanted was time to fight back, and he thought
he found his front. "I want to enjoy you" he said truthfully. "You're
one of the most incredibly good looking women I've ever seen!"
	Deb was suddenly taken aback, fazed by his sudden gush.
"Well... Neil.. that's sweet"
	Neil struck quickly, drawing her in and moving her back to the
bed. She dropped to a seat on the edge and Neil knelt, diving into
her breasts. She gasped and laughed, patting him on the head like a
kid. Neil moved down, however, and Deb got the point, sliding her
silky underwear off and letting him continue downward.
	Deb lay back and Neil moved in slowly, faking some amount of
inexperience to disarm her. Deb was shaved and waxed, leaving only a
tiny strip of hair above her slit. Neil moved down this, licking
carefully and tentatively, but when she relaxed her thighs he
pounced, opening her labia gently and licking up the slit, then
sucking firmly on her clit.
	"Ooooh! You sneaky bastard!" Deb grunted, thrusting forward
toward his mouth.
	Neil smiled and pushed his chin downward, using it to tease her
opening. He licked steadily, using one hand to hold her open while the
other ran along her stomach and down her legs. He kept up the pressure
on her clit, slowing and speeding up to counter her responses.
	Deb groaned and ground her pelvic bone into his chin, cursing
under her breath. "Sneaky... fucker...you've done this... before..."
	Neil made an "i don't know" noise and leaned down, applying
more pressure with his chin. As her excitement built, he started to
move his chin back and forth, rubbing on her pelvic bone. He was
tempted to go after her g-spot, but didn't want to play that card
early. Instead he worked on maintaining a long, steady rhythm,
stimulating her clitoris with rapid swipes of his tongue.
	Deb grunted and groaned, then started to maul her breasts and a
low keening wail built up from her throat. "Ahhh. yes... ah yess" she
gasped, then exploded in a powerful series of thrusts into his chin.
As she subsided, Neil made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up.
	He spent a second allowing his heart rate to slow, but Deb
cornered him at the sink. "Are you trying to calm down? My sneaky
young lover?"
	"Just freshening up for... you... " Neil tensed as she slid
down his back, licking until she got to his waist. He felt the doors
of his mind creak as the monster arrived in a fury of lust, but he
calmed himself and stood still while her hands found his penis.
	"Come Neil, I think its your turn on the bed." she growled.
	Neil backed into the bedroom, carefully avoiding her grasp. She
backed him neatly against the bed and slowly slid downward. Neil tried
to prepare himself, tried to steel his resolve, but he was completely
shocked by her oral assault.
	Deb worked her tongue and mouth over his shaft tasting every
inch, finding every nerve and teasing it. Her hands moved in concert,
across his balls, up his shaft, around his stomach. Neil tried to stay
standing, but the shockwaves of bliss were too much. Deb's skills made
Harriet look like a rookie. He slid to sit down and was shoved
backwards into the blankets. The beast was in his mind, tearing a
path through every spiderweb of resolve and tissue of restraint he
had, moving through the gates at will. Neil knew he could not last in
this position and finally struggled to sit up. It took a moment of
coaching himself and a burst of will, but he managed to get his back
off the bed.
	Deb paused and looked up at him with a tiny flicker of
surprise. "Now, pet why would you interrupt my dessert?" she purred.
	Neil pulled her to her feet and turned her, taking honesty as
the only tact that could possibly work. "Because I'm going to come if
you don't stop that." he said with a growl. "And I'll kill myself if I
don't get to fuck the most gorgeous woman I've ever had this chance
with"
	Deb laughed hapilly and pulled him down on top of her. She had
him in her hands before they landed, pulling him between her thighs
and deep into her without hesitation.
	Neil was fine for a moment, building up a slow but steady pace.
Then Deb did something. She squeezed him with her vagina and there was
a sudden crack in his defenses. "Wha... " he grunted.
	"Do you like it? It takes some practice, but I find men cannot
resist it" she flexed again and Neil heard the crack in his brain's
shield widen, a howling noise outside cheering him on to thrust and
pound. He altered his position, pulling her knees up slightly and
dropping down to thrust into her from a lower angle. The problem
suddenly became visual. With Deb laying sprawled out on the bed, her
breasts heaving, her garters sill on and his dick sliding into her
gorgeous pussy, Neil knew he was in trouble.
	Deb sensed his courage failing and a grin crept across her
mouth. She suddenly started to cheer him on. "Yes Neil, fuck me. Fuck
my pussy. God... so big, so big inside my hot pussy".
	Neil could hear the tiniest touch of humor in her tone, but he
also knew she was responding to his strokes and knew he had no
choice. He had to play his last trump card. He started to pull her
down the bed, as if moving to a different angle. She moved with him
and he slipped out, dropped off the bed to his knees and was face
deep in her slit before she could argue. Her squeak of shock doubled
when he slid two fingers into her pussy and pulled upward, finding
her g-spot.
	"oOOOOohhh!" Deb groaned. "You little fucking CHEATER!" she
started to thrust down, groaning and grunting. "You can't beat me
this way, I'll get you to fuck me, my big sexy toy, and you'll come
for me."
	Neil increased his speed, trying to break past the point where
she was simply enjoying the oral sex to where she would be
overwhelmed by it. After twenty seconds, he could tell she was still
resisting, holding her own barrier. He pulled his hand free, then
reinserted his first and ring finger, then slid his middle finger
across the skin between her vagina and ass, gathering fluid. When he
reached her puckered hole, he slid in just to the first knuckle.
	"AHHHH!" Deb groaned. "Natanial.. fucking... cheats! YOU
CHEAT!!! NEIL!! NO!!! AAHHH fuck!"
	Neil moved faster, sliding his finger in and out while rubbing
her g-spot. He used his other hand to spread her and assaulted her
clit with his tongue. Moving as fast as he could across the tiny bud.

	Deb began to writhe and jerk on the bed, slamming her arms to
the side then attacking her own nipples. She grunted and groaned,
then went board stiff. Neil could feel her ass tighten and the walls
of her vagina spasm. A rush of wetness greeting his mouth and Deb's
nearly silent moan lasted until she ran out of breath.
	Neil got up to go clean up and was nearly tackled by Deb. She'd
sat up, grabbed him around his middle, rotated and threw him down onto
the bed. He tried to recover, rolling left, but she was on top of him,
pinning his legs and grabbing his arms. She dragged them above his
head and held on to his elbows. Neil struggled, but a warmth encased
his penis and Deb started to rock back and forth on top of him. All
the strength left him and Neil was suddenly fighting a losing battle.
Each thrust weakened the gates of his resistance, followed by a
rocking, clenching motion that ground his cock against every inch of
her pussy. She unleashed an aural assault as well, leaning in and
licking his ear then begging him to fuck her, to come inside her. He
struggled to hold out, and she fought back, shifting her weight,
squeezing with her thighs and slamming up and down on top of him in a
blur, blinding him.
	Neil realized he was doomed. She was just too good. He'd had
too much stimulation and the wine had dulled his wits, relaxed his
resistances. The monster roared and slammed against the gates,
sending shards of wood through the final scant reserves he had left.
Tired of struggling, Neil got a hand free and covered Deb's mouth for
a second.
	"A deal... a deal... mercy.." he begged.
	"A deal!?!" Deb laughed, sitting up.
	"I'll surrender. I'll do anything you want"
	"You'll do anything I want no matter WHAT!"
	"I'll fight you to the end!"
	Deb laughed, drawing a nail across his chest and rocking
slowly. "What kind of deal, my sexy man toy?"
	"A second chance... "
	"What?"
	"You.. and me... I get a second chance. How can I not beg for
more?" Neil said with a touch of humor.
	Deb sat still for a moment, then laughed heartily and leaned
down. "So... I promise you seconds and you surrender to me?"
	Neil nodded, trying to recover in the pause. Deb hadn't stopped
completely and her slow movements were still keeping him far too close
to the edge.
	"Ooooh.. I think I like that."
	"Deal?" Neil asked.
	Deb lifted off him and stretched. "OK, so... anything I want?"
	Neil nodded, suddenly a little worried.
	Deb saw his face and grinned. "Oh the possibilities!".
	Neil need not have worried, much. Deb pulled him into the
bathroom and drew a hot bath in the huge tub. She sat him down on the
edge and produced a razor.
	"Uh... now wait... I said"
	"Don't worry, sexy man toy. I'll be careful"
	It took ten minutes for her to shave him, although much of that
was spent fondling, licking and sucking. When every hair was gone from
his groin she was finally satisfied with the look, pulling his bald
cock from side to side to investigate. "Now!" she said with a trace
of glee.
	Neil was once again inside her incredible mouth. "Do... you
want.. me to hold.. back?" he asked.
	Deb shook her head while sucking him. Neil couldn't bring
himself to drop all his defenses, though. He set himself to enjoy his
last few moments with her.
	Her skills were unbelievable. She worked slowly, sliding her
tongue, her lips, her hands over every pore with finesse and skill.
Neil was in heaven and the monster took over without contest. Neil
gasped, feeling the familiar surge in the back of his mind, the waves
of pleasure and the electrical bursts behind his eyes that ended his
conscious thought. Deb pulled him out of her mouth and used her
hands, drawing him to the edge and over and he erupted in her hands
while she laughed in glee. He exploded repeatedly across her palms,
spattering her arms and chest with his seed. He wondered at her
choice of victory for a brief moment until he slid into the glorious
black of his orgasm.
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	"How did he do?" a voice in the darkness asked. Neil recognized
a tired Nathanial. He was in the hotel bed and had fuzzy memories of
staggering to the bed from the bathroom.
	"You told him my secret... you bastard"
	"Well, he deserved some leverage after you cheated. Even still,
certainly not victory?"
	"No. He fought well though. AND he bartered terms of
surrender."
	Nathanial laughed for a solid ten seconds, trying
unsuccessfully to muffle his joy. "Well! I did pick a fine lad,
didn't I! Terms! Terms!! And what were his terms of surrender!"
	"Anything I wanted, but he got seconds."
	Nathanial nearly howled. He finally stepped into the hallway to
laugh.
	Neil felt no malice in Nathanial's humor, although it was odd
to be eavesdropping on a man and his wife discussing her sexual
conquests. They continued with Nathanial describing his date's lack
of stamina, but Neil fell asleep.