Chapter 7
"Welcome, welcome, welcome, gentlemen. So glad you could make it today!"
"Everything is all ready in the conference room and you fellahs can just help yourselves to whatever."
"Few things I want to discuss with you, and a matter which I feel you can help me out with, or rather, the team."
"But first, let's get this lunch under our belt, shall we? The caterers have done an excellent job, as you can see."
"I'll say they did!" Ace Johnson enthuses. "You. got enough stuff here to feed a army!"
They help themselves to paper plates and build impressive sandwiches, helping themselves to beer or soda from the iced cooler.
They sit around the conference table, covered with a white linen tablecloth for the occasion.
Buck joins them and they sit down with their lunches at the end of the table where the food isn't.
Finally, after they have refilled their plates and are. using their plastic forks on the potato salad, Buck clears his throat.
All eyes turn to him.
"No doubt you men are wondering what this is all about."
"Let me preface my remarks by saying that I'm sure you all know the quality of people our star quarterback dates."
"Sho' do! He mus' be one bad stud, all dem stahlets an' beauty queens!"
"Yeah, that ole boy done got him some fahn black stuff, as ah recalls," Bubba observes.
And Buck says nothing, his mind racing backward in time to-oh, yes!
She was a starlet, now a star, and he saw her on and off for several months about two years ago.
Good! he thinks. Couldn't be better, in fact, in view of what he is about to bring up.
"Tm very glad you recall that, uh, Bubba," Buck says. "That way you won't misunderstand what I'm about to say."
"As you all know, the sports and celebrity news hounds follow every move that Brad makes, on and off the field."
"He is one of the major drawing cards of the team, as, giving credit where credit is due, as are team's.almost hundred percent victorious record over the past several years, for which Brad is, in large part bible."
"Any uh, divergent opinions on that subject?"
Mumbled negatives.
"Good! Then what follows will not be misunderstood or taken out of context."
"Now, ordinarily, what a man does with himself during the off season is of no concern to me. However, it has come to my attention that Brad is ruining himself, ruining his health by fucking his brains out."
And he joins in the chuckling laughter.
"I agree with you that, ordinarily, this would be considered a laughing matter."
"But-" And here he pauses, fixing his serious look on each of them before continuing, "but not when it goes on for days and weeks to the exclusion of all other activities, including, gentlemen, the planning of those additions to, deletions from, and changes in the playbook which is, as you know, our blueprint for victory."
"This hot numbah somebody special!" Ben Franklin asks.
"Glad you brought that up, Ben," Buck says, "because that is the other aspect of the problem."
"It would be one thing if this were another starlet, somebody who knows the rules of the game and is an accomplished player in her own right, someone who understands that it will go on for a little while, run its course, and then she and her fellow celebrity will move on to somebody else."
"Which is exactly what happened with the starlet to which Bubba here has referred."
"Good press, glamorous press for the two of them, right?"
"But this time, we've got big trouble, right here in River City, no question."
Pause for effect. Then, "Gentlemen, we are talking cleaning lady here."
"Your ordinary, everyday dust the furniture, vacuum the rugs, empty the wastebaskets type."
"Not-" he adds quickly, "not that there is anything wrong with it as a profession."
"In fact, I feel a certain sympathy for her. She is a victim, gentlemen."
"Or do you think that the clients of a cleaning service have the right to seduce these overworked, underpaid women who work for so little reward for their honest toil?"
"Ma mama was a cleanin' lady, 'fo' ah managed ta oin enough, ta take keh her. An' ah sho' wouldn't want no white-"
"Hey! Watch, it, bro" Ace cautions, .looking at Buck, who turns his face away from them.
"No, no," Buck says, facing them once again"
"It's quite all right, I assure you. And Bubba's point is well taken."
"Because, gentlemen, in all fairness to Brad, we may well be talking infatuation, perhaps even obsession here, but first and foremost," he sighs, pausing once again for effect, "we are talking exploitation."
"Whether something comes of this or mot-and you don't have to be a genius to figure out what will happen, sooner or later-look at the example Brad is setting!
"For heaven's sake, men! Look at this precedent. Hell, if Brad can do it, then it must be open season on cleaning ladies, on secretaries, on any female worker."
"I say it's got to stop and stop quickly, before any publicity comes out of it."
"What do you say?"
They look around at each other, mumbling concurrence.
"Onlies' thang," Ace Johnson says, "whut if she be some naturally hot numbah, `joyin' herse'f widda majah stah?"
"Good point, Ace," Buck concedes. "In which case, before she wrings Brad out like a washcloth and he in turn, sooner or later, dumps her, which you just know he will, I say, let's check out that aspect of the situation as well."
"The important thing here is that we save the two of them, save them from themselves, save them from each other."
"Are we agreed and do I have your cooperation, a gentlemen?"
Mumbles of assent.
"Excellent! Now here's what we do. First thing tomorrow morning, I'm going to call Brad and tell him that we have to go over... "
"I know, I know! And it's such a beautiful day, too," Brad says, over the phone.
"No, I don't know how long I'll be tied up. I'll come over to your place as soon as we're through, okay? I mean, now that I have your key and you've got mine, that at least is no problem, so if you're out, I'll be waiting for you, and vice versa."
"Rotten fucking luck, but still, I've gotta do this. See you later, babe, and we will make up for this lost time."
Shit! Brad thinks. Shit, shit, shit!
He was making real progress with this relationship and now, this meeting with Buck and Anderson. And it's his own damned fault, coming up with controversial. new play.
Oh well, he thinks, look on the bright side. At least, it'll get Buck off the subject of private life.
Hastily, he gathers his drawings and notes and is his way to Buck's office on this beautiful morning.
Helen cleans her apartment, working quickly and efficiently, shutting out the disappointment.
She was really looking forward to going out with him, just to check out the stares, the reaction of passersby.
And now, that is deferred.
The outer buzzer.
She buzzes whoever it is in. Probably not for her anyway, but what the hell, happens all the time.
But now comes a knock on the door.
She opens it.
And there is Ace Johnson, smiling at her. "What uh-"
"Brad sent me," Ace says. "Said y'all might be wantin' some black stud to keep you company whilst he be Lakin' keh bidniss:"
"Say what?"
Ace shrugs, smiling good humoredly.
"Onlies' thang ah knows is whut he done told me ta tell ya. Said it be a lot mo int'ristin' fo' y'all than sendin' flowahs."
"So. Can ah come in or whut?"
You come right in, whilst ah makes a phone call"
"Thanks."
And Ace sits on the couch as she calls Brad, getting his answering machine.
She says, "If you're there, pick up the phone."
No answer.
She slams it down, turning an angry face to Ace. "Is this some kinda joke?"
"Joke? No, don' rightly think it be no joke."
"Think it might could be some kinda tes' though."
"Test? Test? What kinda test?"
Ace shrugs.
"Ain't dis de paht wheah y'all tells me ta piss off, ta haul ma black ass outta heah `cause you b'longs ta Brad?"
"B'long? Dis heah woman don' b'long ta nobody 'cep'n herse'f!"
"In othah woids, if you was ta see some stud such as mase'f an you was feelin' a little ho'ny, you'd he'p yo'se'f to a tayss?"
"Damn straight ah would! Tes'! Dis heah be one tes' ah'm gonna make a point of failin'!"
"You is?"
"Tes' me! Hey, dis heah be tes' day, so le's test, okay?"
"Yeah, well uh, onlies' thang, ah figgered y'all wouldn' be goin' fo' nuthin' lak `at, you an' Brad bein'-"
"Me an' Brad ain't shit! Test indeed! Ah got his tes', rat down here" And she points to her crotch.
"Thass fine an' all, but oh, ah got two, n's inns cah, `cause like ah said, ah din' think you'd wanna, like, see me, y'know?"
"See you? Ain got nuthin' ta do wif.you!"
"An' in lack-sure, why not?"
"Bring yo' fren's up heah. We gonna hab us a little pah'ty. We inta tests, how's about ah tests de three of you?"
Ace grins, shrugging as he rises.
"You callin' de shots, lady," he says.
"An' it be about tam, too, fo' a change!" she replies. "You go git yo' fren's an' ah'll make mase'f mo' comfortable, ,know what ah mean?"
"Sho' `nuff!" Ace says. "Be right back."
Ace exits, leaving her door ajar.
Quickly, she strips out of her blouse and slacks and puts on a filmy neglige.
She moves reflexively, seeing only dimly through the haze of her anger.
A test! Who the fuck is he to test her?
The big football star.
You want a test, motherfucker?
Try this one on for size!
The buzzer Ace and company are at the outer door.
A moment's hesitation and then-fuck it.
Why not?
Come one, come all, she thinks as she buzzes them in.
Three big, black studs they are, all muscle and big, healthy teeth as they grin at her in puzzled anticipation, gawking at her abundant charms which the flimsy, . transparent garment she wears only shows off as well as if she were naked.
"The fuck you grinnin' at?" she asks Ben.
"Aw nuthin', I guess."
"Well c'mon, bro'," Ace says, "let us in on it, will ya?"
"Well," Ben responds, "I mean, I know whut choo said she done said, Ace, but uh, onlies' thang ah'm not sure of is, well," turning to Helen, "didjoo mean like one at a time or uh... all at once?"
"Aw now," Ace says, before she can reply, "le's not be pushin' ouah luck here, Ben."
"Hey, Ace, I was jus'-"
"Ain' no luck to it, Ace," Helen says. "Mattah of fack, thass a damn good idea."
"Mofo wantsa be puttin' me to de tes', le's give 'im a test to remembah."
"Cain' rightly be goin' halfway now, can we?"
The men look at each other, shrugging in concert.
"Thass whut de lady want," Bubba rationalizes, "who is we to say diff'runt?"
"Y'all go inta the bathroom an' wash up real good," Helen admonishes the three of them.
They start for the bathroom.
"An' ya cain't do it wif yer clothin's on, neithah," she adds.
Grinning, they begin to strip.
Soon the three men are naked.
Big studs they are, with heavy equipment.
And she looks from one to the otherher anger at Brad dissipating, its heat replaced by that of incipient desire at the sight of three such prime examples of the fully developed male animal.
Forget Brad! she tells herself. Look at all this lovely, lovely beef!
And she realizes that this was all she was basically after-a healthy studding from somebody who was somebody, instead of the nobodies and losers whom she usually manages to attract.
Because she never deceived herself concerning Brad, never doubted for an instant but that, sooner or later, he would simply stop seeing her.
As hot as he was running, she knows that he would turn cold.
It was merely a question of time.
But this, this! had to be some kind of aberration or else sheer stupidity on Brad's part.
No question but that Ace is telling the truth, either.
How else could he have known who she was or where to find her or even about her relationship with Brad to begin with?
And she always considered Brad so intelligent, him being the big quarterback and all, even when she had never seen him face to face, being let in by the apartment house manager to clean his place when he wasn't even there.
She developed a complete picture of him in her mind, an ideal, an archetypal man among men, strong and intelligent, personable and handsome.
And now?
He's some kind of a geek!
No question.
How else explain this bizarre conduct on his part?
Unless-no.
This is mean and underhanded, outrageous and unheard of.
A test?
Why? Of what?
Of her loyalty, when she has never pledged it? Or of his hold over her, or lack thereof?
Yes, that's it, she reasons.
Has to be.
Because he is overwhelmed by her, by his strange and overweening desire for her, a thing he himself doesn't fully understand.
And that has caused him to need reassurance, a reassurance that can only come from her, and seek it in a manner as irrational, as out of control is his desire for her.
She feels a twinge of sympathy for Brad.
But it is eclipsed by her anger and contempt. No, she has made her decision.
She and he are through.
He has sent his friend to offer her service, service she is to reject out of hand if she is to Brad as he desires?
No way!
She isn't buying Brad's game, even though she fully realizes that, in his mind, it is anything but a game.
And now, he has screwed himself, as far as she is concerned.
Because he has managed to outdo himself three to one with his foolish scheming.
And now, it's payoff time.
She goes into the bedroom, where her three studs await her.
A lot of beef, but nothing she can't handle.
And in fact she wants to make a point of handling it all.
She wants a full and detailed report to get back to Brad.
And the raunchier the better.
Now she takes off her neglige, getting a thrill of feedback as their eyes go wide at the sight.
And this is what Brad wanted to test?
Shee-it!
The only test there's gonna be here is that of these three studs' stamina.
She is going to take them all on at once.
She thought she would before and now she is certain.
"Ace," she says, "you get on the bed an' we'll go from there."
Grinning, Ace lies down at once, centering himself in the bed.
She immediately gets between his legs, crouching as she bends. toward his cock, already twitching to vibrant life.
And now she is sucking his cock, bringing him to. full erection.
And now, she is squatting above his hips, feet straddling him.
She lowers herself onto his cock, feeding it up, up, up inside herself, then settling down on it, leaning forward so that her huge jugs dangle in his face.
He reaches up with both hands, kneading and fondling them as he feeds the nipples to himself, sucking them one at a time.
They respond rapidly, going rubbery and erect, the glands beneath getting fuller and firmer than ever with her arousal.
"Who wants to bring up the rear?" she asks.
And Bubba, grinning ear to ear, crouches behind between Ace's legs.
And begins sucking her ass hole, protruding more than ever because of the pressure of Ace's cock wiithin her.
And now, he is thrusting his tongue into her ass hole as best he can, with her raising up to relieve the internal pressure sufficiently to admit the stiffened, insistent tip.
So that now, he is rolling his tongue around inside her ass, lubricating her big bung with his saliva even as his powerful tongue stretches her enough to admit his now stiff prong..
And now, he gets up on his knees, guiding his missile toward its target: with one hand, the fingers of the other spreading her ass hole still further; the puffy segments glistening with his saliva.
"Unnh!" she murmurs with pleasure as he enters her, all the way.
And she settles down on Ace's cock, feeling the undersides of the two massive hard-ons pressing; against each other through the thin membrane of her insides which separate rectum and vagina.
They remain thus, not moving for a few seconds, accustoming themselves to the position, the situation.
And now, Bubba begins to bounce.
Obviously, he has done this sort of thing before, she thinks.
Because he is expertly setting up the action, so that the two cocks become alternating pistons, one shafting in as the other withdraws, each in the cylinder of its own orifice.
"Ben," she murmurs, "git cho' licorice stick up front heah so's ah kin service y'all propahly."
And Ben is quick to comply.
He gets on his knees in front of her face, balls almost touching Ace's forehead.
And now, she is sucking Ben as Bubba fucks her in the ass and Ace occupies the traditional slot for such activity.
And the three-way fuck picks up speed, the novelty adding to the eroticism.
So that they become quickly excited, all four of them, but especially Helen.
Because she is surrounded and invaded by hot, male beef.
Cock and cock and cock, as much as she could ever want, more than she could ever have imagined, big and hot and lunging and plunging in, in, into her at every available opening.
And she has never felt so hot before.
Brad?
Shee-it, that phony whitebread sumbitch mofo wouldn't know what to do with sex like this if he was lookin' at it!
Forget him!
These guys may not be as famous as he is, but they're pretty well known, football stars in their own right.
And as far as being built and hung, well, no complaints there!
And in fact, she is surprised that she is so easily able to accommodate cocks of this size.
Just to challenge herself further, she starts deep-throating Ben.
No problem.
And this is absolutely delicious! she thinks, as the cocks go deep, deep, deep within her.
And she wants, she needs nothing and nobody else.
These three are more than enough to handle her sexually.
And without the bullshit, the psychology, the hang- ups of Brad and his ridiculous (as it seems to her now) one-on-one scene.
So that now, she rises higher and higher up the rainbow of her pleasure.
And her sexual experience seems to have taken on several new dimensions at once, so that she is no longer merely having sex but is in the midst of super-sex.
And the men get hotter and hotter as well, her size, her shape, her texture, her vibrancy and passionate enthusiasm making her a human generator of ultimate sexuality.
As the big cocks fuck her faster, harder, in cunt, ass, and mouth.
And she wants it all, all, all!
And she wants themn to sock it to her faster and faster.
And they do.
So that now, all four of them are rising together, higher and higher, through delight to ecstasy to rapture to utter transport, their lascivious hunger leading them onward and upward through the levels of their shared arousal.
Furiously, the mass of the four of them is bucking, twisting, writhing, pounding.
On and on they are driving themselves and each other.
And now, the room temperature rises because of the heat of their impassioned bodies.
And they are going all out, their minds no longer in control, but only the feelings, the complex of exquisite, irresistible sensations.
And they are unstoppable now, going all the way, no holding back, not even in charge of their bodies, but giving in, completely surrendering to the pleasure beyond pleasure which overwhelms them.
And now, they are coming, all of them, all at once.
So that thick, hot jism is pumped into her cunt and ass hole, only to be pounded back out of her by the alternating pistons, even as her own multiple orgasms cause pussy and rectum to milk the mighty monsters of their loads and her head pulls back so that she can suck Ben's load out of him, swallowing after wad of his come.