An Interesting Development, Act 02

An Interesting Development, Act II

Not The Book Club He Expected...

But,

Maybe Not So Bad, After All!

The next day:

Dave awoke gradually, feeling like he was waking up after a particularly intense leg-day workout. Then he realized it was more than just his legs. His abs, back, even his arms and shoulders, all registered an excessive amount of muscle soreness. Huh. Must have been all the work from the move, he thought. Man, the dreams I had! Does moving into a new house always inspire those kinds of dreams? I'll move to a new place every week. On Wednesdays. Huh? Why on Wednesdays? He couldn't say why, but Wednesdays suddenly seemed very important in his mind--the single most important day of the week. Eh, figure it out later.

Idly, he wondered when he had found the time to unload his bed and set it all up. He also didn't remember his bed having ever been so comfortable. Or so many nice sheets and covers, and a plethora of pillows. When did he get all that? Eh, he'd figure that out later, as well. He took a contented deep breath, stretched, and opened his eyes, only to find... an excessive amount of stuffed animals? What the Hell?

He wasn't in his bed! This couldn't even be his house! And he couldn't help but notice he was completely naked! In someone else's bedroom! What the Hell was going on? Holy Jesus! What the Hell did I do last night? Oh my God! He also noted that for the first time in years, he did not have a morning erection. He almost always woke up sporting morning wood at full attention.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a familiar voice called out, "Yoo-hoo! Is it ok to come in?" An obviously feminine voice, one he knew was important. Super important! One he knew he ought to recognize but couldn't quite place.

"Uh, you better not," he called out. He was in a near panic. "I can't explain how I got here; I hope to God I haven't been any trouble, and all my clothes are missing, I'm not dressed, I don't know how to explain this -"

The door opened, and Jeanie walked in. She was wearing a skimpy, bright yellow sundress, backless, and cut low in front, showing off those incredible breasts to great effect. "Of course you're naked. I was washing your clothes, silly." She handed him a 32-oz bottle of water and said, "Here, you'll need this." He intended to take only a sip, but his body took over, and he drained the bottle in one gulp. Yes, he had really needed that!

The memories came flooding back in a rush. All he could do was stare at Jeanie, his jaw on the floor. Finally, he said, "Good God!"

"No, sorry, it's just little 'ol me," Jeanie said. "But I'm not so bad!"

"So... that was... real?"

"Oh, yes," Jeanie said, giving him a radiant smile.

"All of it?"

"Oh yes indeed! And you were so far beyond anything I had hoped for. The club loves you, even Sandy."

"I got accepted into a lesbian book club? And four of the women were bisexual? And one of the lesbians asked me to make love to her? And the other one made me commit to her, next time? And Sandy? Good Lord! Sandy! Sandy? She's real?"

Jeanie smiled, put a hand on his arm, and said, "Oh, you'd better believe it, my love. And she's head-over-heels in love with you. Did you realize that?"

"It was hard to tell, honestly," he said. "I mean, one minute she's practically having sex with me, the way that first bit went. Holding my hand the whole time? Then, when I woke up, and you two were plastered against me, she seemed very loving. But then you two sort of had, I don't know what it was, not an argument, but I could tell there's all kinds of stuff going on between you two. And then, with Marion? Oh, my God! Marion! How sweet is she? And Sandy is running her hands all over my ass. Then she wouldn't talk to me, but kept watching me all night. Then that hug! And what was with all that "handmaiden" stuff? I-"

"Easy, my love," Jeanie said. "Do you remember we also had our own bit of love-making?"

"How could I possibly forget!" He grabbed Jeanie into his arms and crushed her against his chest. "Jeanie, I can't tell you what you mean to me. And we've only just met!!"

"OOooff! Easy there, sparky! You're going to pop my boobs!"

He immediately released her, and she stared at him until a moment later, comprehension dawned on her. "Oh, Dave! No! I wasn't really complaining! Baby, everything's okay! I loved it when you did that! Just like I loved it last night when we got to make love. Sorry, that's my sense of humor."

He again wrapped her up in a hug. Dave's mind was still reeling as his memories of the previous evening continued to flood his mind. "... and Elise! And Helga. And Elizabeth. And Helga had me fuck her in the a- Helga had me do something I've never done before! Wow. Five different women in one night? That's more than my total count up until this point in my life. That explains why I woke up without an erection. I'm surprised I'm not in the hospital! I feel hungover. A sex hangover? Is that even possible?"

"You would be the man to ask about that, you big stud!" she said, laughing. "And don't worry, we'll give you plenty of incentive to get another erection."

Holding Jeanie in his arms made his mind return to the current moment. When he had first wrapped her up in this hug, it had just seemed... natural... He began nuzzling her neck, but before he got too far, Jeanie pushed away from him and said,

"Let's get you a shower, Sparky, you really need one. Phew! What have you been doing all night? Then I'll buy us breakfast. And we can spend the rest of the day getting you set up at home. How's that sound?"

"This is your place?"

"Yes. You were pretty wiped out last night, and I know you've got nothing but boxes at home, so I brought you to my place. Turns out we're next-door neighbors; can you believe it? I didn't want to intrude any more than that, so I put you in my guest bedroom and let you sleep. I did undress you. But I didn't do anything else besides take a nice, long look at you, and let you sleep." Her voice caught in her throat momentarily when she saw Dave blush. He's SO gorgeous!

"Well," she said, blushing, "I admit that once I got you naked, I did lie beside you for a bit and cuddle. But it's ok, because I was naked, too! So. The question is: can I spend the day with you, or not?"

"That's a pretty easy choice to make," Dave said. "Yes, please. Thank you for everything. I literally do not know what to say, I have never met anyone like you. You're like a tornado!"

"Goody!" she said, clapping her hands and bouncing on the bed where she was sitting. "Just remember: this tornado loves you with all her heart. Now. Go get a shower, Studly Do-Right," she said.

"Uh, I'm still naked under these sheets," he said.

"Are you kidding me? After last night? For real? We've practically got road maps of every pore on each other's bodies! Look," she said. "I'll get naked too, if it'll make you feel less self-conscious." In one smooth motion, she had the sundress off over her head, and then pulled her panties down. "Better?" she asked.

"Yes. But you didn't have to go to the trouble."

"No. But I wanted to. I love to be naked, and I certainly love you. And after you've had a shower, I'd love to be naked with you in your arms!" She thought: Love? Why do I keep saying that? "Now. Shower! Out of the bed. Go now."

***

In less than 10 minutes, Dave had brushed his teeth, shaved, showered, dressed, and was ready to go.

"I'm amazed!" Jeanie said. "How did you do all of that so quickly?"

"I was in the Army. They teach you how to blast through your morning routine."

Jeanie's eyes grew large. "... and he's a veteran? Of course he would be! He's perfect!"

Dressed in clean clothes, the same jeans, underwear, socks, and shirt he had worn the day before. But thanks to Jeanie, now freshly laundered. Jeanie hauled him off to a local Mom & Pop diner. It was named "Marie and Pops' Diner."

Dave noticed that the instant they entered, it seemed as if everybody knew Jeanie, and they all had to say hello. Men and women both wanted hugs from her. And of course, they asked to be introduced to her new friend. "This is Dave! Isn't he gorgeous? Couldn't you just die?" And it seemed as if every woman she introduced him to insisted on hugging him. She heard Jeanie telling one of her girlfriends, "Yes, he talks. But he has to get to know you a bit, first."

They had finally made it through the dining room, and endless hugs from women of all ages, whose names he couldn't even begin to remember.

"Bourne sure is a friendly town," he said. "I think I'm going to like it here."

They had breakfast, and despite his protestations, she paid for it. "It wasn't that expensive. I told Pops you're a veteran, and he has a policy: any vet who comes in, their first meal is free."

Pops came over to the table. He was 65, but in great shape. He had an open, friendly smile. He stood back, looked at Dave and in a loud, clear voice, he said, "Airborne!"

Dave immediately replied, in an equally loud voice, "All the way!"

"And you were a medic!"

"Yes, sir," Dave answered. Pops held out his hand, and said "101st."

Dave shook his hand and said, "82nd."

"Ah, well, so you're not perfect. But damn close! Welcome to our diner! DO NOT leave until Marie has gotten a chance to meet you!"

"Pops?" Jeanie said, "How did you know all that about Dave?"

"Us old Sergeants know how to spot a man," he said. "And you can tell by his ring. See the wings? That's Airborne. See the caduceus? That's a medic. Your young man is the next best thing to a doctor who can jump out of airplanes, save lives, and all while getting shot at.

"Ok, your first week of breakfast is free. That's seven days, consecutive or not. We'll keep the score on the whiteboard. DO NOT even leave a tip on my tables, do you understand? The waitresses will only give it right back to you. And then, for distracting them from their work, you will have to allow them to give you a kiss on the cheek. After this week, you can pay and leave a tip."

"Sarn't, thank you, but that's not necessary!" Dave said.

"They call me 'Pops,' now, son. And you're right: it isn't necessary. But it's what you're going to get! If you'll excuse me, I have to go tell Marie you're here. If I don't and she finds out, she'll skin me alive so even you couldn't sew me back up!"

"Well," Jeanie said. "Aren't you just full of surprises? Why didn't you tell us any of this last night?"

"Well, as I recall, it seems like y'all were keeping me pretty busy..."

A waitress approached their table. "Well, good morning! Jeanie, aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?" Without waiting for a reply, she turned to Dave, held out her hand, and said, "I'm Monique, your waitress. And you are...?"

"This is Dave, Monique," Jeanie said. "Dave, this is Monique. Shake her hand or she'll never leave us alone. Approach with caution, this one is trouble."

"Him?" Monique said. "Or do you mean poor little old me?"

"You."

Monique placed her hand over her heart, and in an exaggerated fashion, said, "Why Jeanie! How you wound me! Don't listen to her, Dave. Here, write your phone number on the ticket so I can make sure I get the right order to the right table-"

"Monique!" Jeanie said. Monique turned so Jeanie couldn't see her face, and winked at Dave.

"So. Other than me, Dave, what would you like?"

"Monique!"

"Oh, hush, Jeanie! I meant for breakfast. That is why you're here, isn't it?"

They made their orders--or at least Jeanie made her order, and Dave managed to stutter through his order.

While they waited for their food, Jeanie reached across the table and held Dave's hands. She said, "Alone at last! Ok. Questions?"

Everything Dave was wondering about came rushing out. "What was with all that "handmaiden" stuff? Are those two girls ok, or do they have some sort of personality issue? Do they really like being ordered around? You guys aren't taking advantage of them, are you?"

"Do you think we would do that?

"No. I'm only asking because if it is a personality issue, it would be so easy to take advantage of someone without even realizing it. I just need to be really clear on this, especially with regard to sex. April and Marion both asked me to give them orders, and I told them I'd have to understand what that is all about before I could engage in that sort of... of... play, I guess you'd call it?"

Jeanie stared at him for a moment. "You just never fail to show what a great guy you are, do you? Ok. That's their sense of drama, Sandy, April, and Marion. Sandy told you about how she likes to be in charge, and April and Marion like to be submissive? It's a roleplay thing they've got going. But, yes, Sandy does like to take charge. It's her nature. And Marion and April are both successful in their own careers and are very well-adjusted individuals. The personality dynamic between the three of them combined evolved into this. They are all happy. And Sandy would change things in a heartbeat if they weren't happy with it. We're here to make each other happy."

"Ok, Sandy," Dave said. "What is her deal? Why the hot and cold treatment? Jeanie, tell me honestly, did I offend her, somehow?"

"First, no, you have not offended her. Sandy is complex. For reasons I'll let her share with you, if she decides to. I would be violating a confidence if I told you. But I can tell you, she's had a life with some major issues. Being born into money and heartbreaking beauty were just about her only blessings, and both of those blessings moonlight as equally calamitous curses.

"Her father loved her; her mother hated her, and no one ever knew why. Needless to say, she became the consummate "Daddy's Girl/Tomboy." At college, she had a traumatic experience. It made her become a very guarded individual. Then she had a string of bad relationships with men her age, and that turned her against men, in general."

"So, how does she feel about me being in the club?"

"At first, she was dead-set against it. I begged her to give you 15 minutes to make a favorable impression, and you won her over in the first thirty seconds because you both are major sci-fi geeks. Now? Dave, she loves you. In the three years I've known her, she has never allowed another man to touch her. In thirty seconds, she took your arm and personally introduced you to each of the girls. When you two were holding hands while being pleasured? She has never come so hard in her entire life."

"Ok," Dave said. "I'm glad I was able to... bring her... joy? If any of that is dumb, please forgive me, I don't even know what the Hell we're talking about!"

"Oh, sugar, it wasn't just Sandy and I that you made curl our toes!"

Dave blushed. "For all of you, then?"

Jeanie nodded her head, smiling.

"I would never have guessed I could do all of that. It was certainly like nothing I have ever encountered in my entire life. If anyone tried to tell me this happened to them, I wouldn't believe them. I'm still not entirely sure I believe my own memories!

"But what I still don't understand is: why me?"

"I was looking for a man who would be good enough for Sandy. I followed you in the grocery store. I'd been stalking men in the store for the last two weeks. You were the first candidate to have looks, a bod, and a lovely personality. And your shyness is SO ADORABLE!" She brought his hands to her lips and started showering them with kisses. It took Dave a moment to recover before he asked,

"Ok, then, I guess the better question is, why were you looking for a man in the first place? I mean, a lesbian book club seeking a man? That doesn't happen in the world I live in."

"Well, don't look now, my love. Because it just happened! And Sandy fell for you like I couldn't have hoped for!"

"Still, why? Are... are you trying to play matchmaker?"

"We'll get to all of that later," she said. Her statement was all the more jarring because it was the first time Jeanie had been evasive.

Dave had many more questions, but at that moment they were interrupted by a woman's voice, shouting, "WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS MY AIRBORNE MEDIC?"

She was built like a classic opera singer, which is to say, she was fat. Standing about 5'-5" with what had to be double D breasts, blond hair, and the beauty of a woman who has lived her life to the fullest, she ran up to Dave and Jeanie's table.

"Jeanie? If you will pardon me for a moment?"

Jeanie laughed, clapping her hands, and said, "Go for it, Marie! He's a hunk!"

With that, Marie took Dave's hands, hauled him out of the booth, and wrapped him in a giant bear hug. "My Airborne Medic! Pops wouldn't even be here if it weren't for those of you crazy enough to parachute behind enemy lines without a rifle! You do not pay for a week! You got that? No tips, either! The waitresses will just give it back to you. If you don't take it back, they'll hold it in reserve until the time comes when you may need it. You got that?"

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am! Uh... they do let medics have rifles, these days..." Dave said, at attention. Or he would have been, if his feet had been on the ground, and if he had not still been wrapped up in the arms of a sixty-year-old woman.

Marie put him down but kept her hands on his shoulders. "Ooof! You are a big one, aren't you? 82nd. Right? Oh, never mind, I know I'm right! Don't tell Pops, but you boys in the 82nd were always better dancers!" Then she kissed him on the cheek.

As quickly as she had burst onto the scene, she left. Calling over her shoulder, "Jeanie? If you get tired of him, send him my way. Or send him my way, anyway, and I'll owe you a dozen. Of whatever you want! I'm serious, lover!"

In a daze, Dave collapsed back into the booth. He looked at Jeanie and said, "Man, Bourne sure is a friendly town!"

The sound of Jeanie's laughter filled the diner. It was music to Dave's ears, and he realized he was truly falling in love with this woman.

"Jeanie, if you're trying to set me up with Sandy, I don't know if that's going to work out. I'm falling for you."

"I love you, too," she said. "Being in love with each other won't be a problem," she said. "But again, we'll get into all of that later, in much more detail."

"But-"

"Hush. Your eggs are getting cold."

He looked up, and a waitress held a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns before him. "Oh! Sorry!"

"Now, hon, if you need anything, just call my name."

"Uh, ok," Dave said.

"You do remember my name, don't you? I introduced myself to you only 5 minutes ago..."

"Uh..."

"Monique!" she said. "Monique! Say it with me, now, M-"

"I'm sure he will remember your name from now on, Monique," Jeanie said.

Monique winked at Dave, stuck her tongue out at Jeanie, and walked away.

"I'll show her what she can do with that tongue, if that's what she wants," Jeanie said. Dave choked as the mouthful of eggs he was about to swallow tried to go down the wrong way. His face was instantly bright red. "Sorry, Dave!" Jeanie said. "Just my sense of humor!"

After they finished breakfast, they were about to leave when Monique ran up and said, "Wait! You left a tip. Now you have to let me kiss you!"

"But... but I didn't leave a tip!" Dave said. "Marie and Pops said not too, and -mph!" The waitress had shut his mouth with a kiss, square on the lips, her arms thrown around his neck.

Monique stepped back when she was finished, saying, "Oh! I must have gotten the table you were at mixed up with someone else's table! Why, aren't I just the silliest thing? Jeanie, how can I make it up to him?"

"I'd say you're off to a pretty good start, already." And she didn't sound too happy about it. Why am I feeling so possessive of him? She wondered.

As they walked to her car, Jeanie said, "Check your pockets. She probably slipped you her phone number." She wasn't kidding! Dave found Monique's note in his right rear pocket. It was her number, with little hearts drawn all over it, and the words, "Call me!" underlined five times. "I should have known she'd go right for your ass. Seriously, Dave. That one's into some things you don't even want to know about."

"I've been in the Army and seen a fair portion of the world, Jeanie," Dave said. "I'm awkward with women, but I'm pretty sure I've heard of everything out there."

"One word," she said, "Pegging."

Dave stopped in his tracks. "I... immediately regret every decision in my life that has brought me to this conversation..."

She took his arm, laughing, and said, "Don't worry, slugger. We'll keep you safe. Me and the rest of the club. We've got your back."

"And you've got my heart."

It was Jeanie's turn to stop in her tracks. "Dave! Don't you say the sweetest things?"

It was a short drive back to his house. Dave's mind was on fire, he could hardly believe the direction his life had taken, and he still had to face unpacking all his stuff in his new home, and getting the branch set up and going. And at the center of it all was Jeanie. Who was his next-door neighbor.

And then there was Sandy. He had to admit to himself that Jeanie had instantly made a place in his heart. But so had Sandy. And Marion. And all the other ladies.

"Now," Jeanie said, "Let's get you unpacked. Right now, the place is an uninhabitable hazmat zone."

"I can't stay," he said. "I have to go meet some bankers, and check out the office space I leased, and a thousand other things before I can even start on the house."

"No problem!" Jeanie said. "Leave everything to me. Give me your house key and hit the road."

Dave turned to leave, then stopped, and said, "This wasn't... you guys aren't going to steal all my stuff, are you?"

"What? How could you think that?"

"No, no," Dave said, "I just meant that if that is what's going on, then go ahead! Take it all. If that's how you steal from people, I'll let you know as soon as I get more stuff!"

"Oh, go to work!"

###

Dave got through most of his business chores fairly quickly. Still, it was close to 7:00PM when he got home. He walked in to find everything had been unpacked. All the furniture brought in and placed, silverware in the silverware drawer, dishes in the cabinets. Same in the bathroom: toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, all set out in order. And all of it arranged much more neatly than he would have managed. Not a single cardboard box in sight.

In the master bedroom, the bed was assembled and made with sheets, blankets, a comforter, and pillows. Even the garage was set up in an orderly fashion, with all his tools neatly organized.

"How did she do this in one day?"

There was a knock on the sliding-glass door from the patio to the kitchen. When he opened it, he found Jeanie, Marion, and April on his patio. "Surprise!" they shouted, bringing in several dishes bearing food and a pie.

"How did you get into the backyard?" he asked.

Jeanie said, "The previous residents were very dear friends, and we have a gate between my backyard and yours. Isn't that handy? You can get in my backyard any time! And it's ok. Because that's what the gate is for, you just pull it open and insert yourself-"

"Ok, I get it, thank you," Dave said. "How did you do all of this in one day?"

"I called the girls, and they called some friends, and here you are, all set up. The rest had to leave, but the Handmaidens stayed, so I put them to work making dinner for you. Here, watch this: Ladies? Strip. Then come and undress me."

"Yes, Jeanie, thank you!" they said in unison.

While they were undressing, Dave asked Jeanie,

"They call themselves "the Handmaidens?""

"We do!" said April from behind him, poking a finger in his ribs.

It was then that the ladies discovered Dave's secret. All it took to render him utterly helpless was that one little touch in his side. His reaction startled and delighted them: he howled with laughter, and nearly bumped his head on the ceiling, he jumped so high.

Jeanie said, "You're ticklish? And you didn't tell me? Are you really committed to our relationship, Dave? Hiding something like this from me?" The Handmaidens quickly got Jeanie naked.

"I'm not! I'm not! April just caught me by surprise!"

Three women were suddenly looking at him like they were contemplating mischief.

Marion said, "Dave! Are you... ticklish?

"Ladies, no."

April said, "Then why are you backing away from us? We're just three naked women. What could we possibly do to make you look so panicked?"

They slowly advanced on him, arms and hands already outstretched towards his ribs. He started backing up. He had never thought he would be trying to escape the clutches of three naked women chasing him in his own living room. But then, the situation had never been presented to him until now.

"No, listen, don't! No! Don't!"

And then they were all three on top of him, tickling him from every side. Dave wasn't just ticklish. He howled with helpless laughter with all his lungs, laughing so loud it almost hurt their ears.

"STOP! STOP IT!" But the assault continued, the ladies delighting in the power they now had over him. Eventually, he somehow managed to scoop all three of them up in a bear hug and squeeze them all until they stopped.

After everyone had caught their breath, Jeanie said, "Whew! Ok. Who's ready for dinner?"

***

Dinner was wonderful, and Dave had been starving. The company had been delightful, too. He had April on his right, Marion on his left, and Jeanie across from him. The three ladies were naked, which he couldn't help but notice greatly improved his mood.

His table was small, so everyone was nice and close. True to their chosen nickname, the Handmaidens waited on Dave like he was a king. They kept his wineglass full, set the table, cleared it, and even served dessert.

Both Marion and April were lovely women. They were easy to talk to, beautiful but also approachable and smart. April was a computer security specialist, and Marion was an interior decorator. As he had seen, they had a mischievous streak, too.

"Do you like how we set up the furniture and the bedroom?" Jeanie asked.

"I do! This stuff didn't look as nice in my old place."

"You have Marion to thank for that. She's an interior decorator."

"Marion, this is lovely, thank you. What would I owe you for this?"

"Let us spend the night with you," April said.

"Oh, sure. I see you guys set up the spare room, it'd be great to have you over."

"See, girls?" Jeanie said. "Didn't I tell you? You have to spell it out for him. Especially with what Sandy told him about being gentle with you. Now, April, try again."

She said, "We know you have a king-size bed. We're sleeping with you. If that's ok with you? We don't take up a lot of room."

Marion said, "And we've never had anyone complain about us sleeping with them." She said it with innocent puppy-dog eyes, batting her eyelashes.

"Ladies, I'd love that, of course. But I know I'm not back to minimum specs, yet, after last night. I don't know if I could do anything much for you."

That's ok," Marion said, "We'll have each other to talk to, if you fall asleep."

There was a moment of silence around the table, then everyone laughed.

"Sorry!" Marion said. "I've just always wanted to say that."

"Why do you want to stay with me?"

April said, "Because I don't want to wait until next week for my turn!"

Dave said, "Honey, I know I'm not up for that level of exertion, tonight, it's too soon, I-"

"Hush!" April said. "I like it a lot slower and steadier than Marion. I don't care for the hard pounding. Well, sometimes, I do. But usually I like long, slow strokes, rocking back and forth; that's what does it for me. You just lie down on your back and order me to take care of the rest. And don't worry about Marion. She has to go home with Sandy. I get you all to myself, tonight."

"Ok. I'll do my best. But listen, about all this ordering you girls around, and stuff -"

"Jeanie told you: it's what we like! Even if we just cuddle together all night long, I'll be happy. Anything more is extra good."

"Ladies, will you excuse Jeanie and me for a moment? Jeanie, can I see you outside?"

He walked onto his patio. He noticed it, too, had been arranged by someone with an aesthetic eye. He turned to Jeanie, and noticed she was still utterly naked. "Jeanie! The neighbors will see you!"

"Lucky for them! Besides, I am your neighbor. And trust me, the neighbors have seen me naked, before. Many times."

Dave was going to argue further, but then realized why? All that would get him was not looking at a naked woman. That was a downside his heterosexuality was not prepared to entertain. "Look, I know you mean well. But... I had hoped... I had hoped you would stay. Tonight."

She ran straight into his arms. "They really did both want to be with you tonight, and I knew you wouldn't be up for another 15 rounds with Marion this soon. April will keep you company, you'll see. Also, she asked me to tell you to order her around more. Or give her things to do for you. She really does like that, Dave. And she really does like you, very much so. Don't send her away."

"I wouldn't do that!" he said. "I just, I wanted it to be you..."

"We'll have our time together, and soon, my love. In the meantime, there's a wonderful, willing woman waiting for you. She knows she's a consolation prize and is fine with it. She really wants you all to herself tonight. So be nice!"

"How much do they know about the whole matchmaking setup?"

"Oh, they're onboard, 100%. April was the one who came up with the plan. But again, we'll discuss all of that later."

"The surprises keep coming, don't they?"

He was silent a moment, then he had a sudden thought: "Jeanie, is Sandy ok with this? Don't they have a de facto long-term relationship going on? Does Sandy even know? Would she be hurt if she found out?"

"And you wonder why we fell in love with you last night?" she said. "I bet no guy they have met would even stop long enough to ask those questions. Yes, Sandy knows we're here. Yes, she knows darn well we'll be having sex. You know what she said?"

"No, What?"

"Have a wonderful time. Have each of my bitches kiss Dave for me. Tell him I am thinking of him and looking forward to dinner on Friday." Direct quote.

"So! Get in there, relax, and be good to April. Don't forget to order her around some, even pointless stuff. But especially in bed."

"And that's another thing, Jeanie. I know you have explained it. They've explained it. But I feel like I'm taking advantage of them. Why are they like this? How did they get this way?"

"Ask April. You'll have until midnight, then I'm letting Marion come back to sleep with you two. Don't worry, she'll just want to sleep when I get through with her."

"I don't know how I got into this world," Dave said. "But I hope I can stay a while."

***

Jeanie took Marion home via a gate in his backyard that led to her backyard. Marion had pouted and demanded some hugs and kisses from Dave before she would leave. He saw Marion and April stick their tongues out at each other.

Jeanie said, "Girls! Enough. Marion, my house, now! April? Get him naked, throw him on the bed, and have your way with him!"

"Yes, Jeanie, thank you, thank you!"

Jeanie turned and gave Dave a wink, and said, "There? You see how easy that is? Remember, you've only got till midnight before this one will undoubtedly try to escape my bed to join you two. I'll do my best to wear her out-"

"Thank you, Jeanie! Thank you!" Marion said.

"But I can't make any promises. She's still young. And insatiable. She may wear me out, instead! Come on, my little submissive nymphomaniac."

Marion said, "Jeanie, you say the sweetest things. AHH!" Jeanie had slapped her butt.

"Less talking, more walking," she said.

April led Dave into his bedroom, tore off his clothes, and pushed him down on the mattress, face first. Then she instantly climbed on top of him, straddling his ass, and started giving him a backrub. Dave was instantly in heaven. He intended to let her continue, but then he remembered what Jeanie and the Handmaidens had told him. He took a breath and said,

"Stop."

April froze where she was. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

"Yes. You threw my clothes around the room in a mess. Go and pick them up."

"Yes, Dave!"

She hopped off him and instantly retrieved his clothes, carefully folding them and placing them on the nightstand. She started to come back to him, and he said, "Not yet. I want a glass of water."

"Yes, sir!" she said, practically skipping into the kitchen and back with a glass of water, holding it out to him.

"I changed my mind. Put it in the bathroom."

"Yes, Dave!"

"Then, come back here and lie down beside me, I want to talk to you a bit."

"Yes, Dave!" There was no mistaking the delight in her tone of voice.

She climbed into the bed, Dave rolled over on his back and she cuddled up to his side.

They lay there for a moment, Dave putting his arm around her, and then just lying together, quietly. He couldn't help but breathe in her body's various scents. From her perfume, to her shampoo, to her musk and her pheromones, all silently sending messages past his brain straight to his cock.

"April, I really need to know that this... this... roleplay of, of..."

"Submissiveness?"

"Yes. "I need you to tell me, truly, this is a roleplay thing, and that by doing this I am not taking advantage of someone who might have a problem asserting themselves."

"But Jeanie and Sandy told you. We both told you! This is what we like. It's ok!"

"What if I tell you to do something you don't want to do?"

"I want what you want," she said. "I doubt there's anything you would ever want I would not want to give you. I don't think you have a mean or hurtful bone in your body. But don't worry. One of the bedrock rules of the club is that anyone can decline to do anything they do not want to do, for any reason, and no hard feelings are allowed on either side. I wouldn't be here, with you, letting you tell me what to do, or anything else, if this isn't where I wanted to be. I think you're so wonderful for making sure about this!"

"Ok," he said. "I'm just so far out of my depth, here, since Jeanie bumped into me at the grocery store."

"What?"

"That's how we met. At the grocery store. She stalked me for a while, then ran into my basket. It was the pretext she needed to initiate a conversation with me."

"So THAT's how she does it!"

"Huh?" Dave said.

"Never mind. What would you like to talk about, sir?" she asked.

"So, you and Marion are twins?"

"Oh, Lord, no! We just look like twins. We're not related. Not even the same age. Marion's 31. I'm 24. We met at night school, and instantly noticed our resemblance, and hit it off at once."

"How can you look so much alike?"

"We suspect we're half-sisters. I never knew my father, and Marion's father would screw anything female that looked his way and indicated willingness. We keep meaning to get one of those DNA kits, but we're both happy with who we are, and who we are to each other. But even if we aren't related, you'd be amazed at what makeup and hairstyles can do for a woman's appearance."

"So," Dave said, "I don't mean to keep harping on this, but... why the submissive act?"

"Oh, Dave! You're a man. You probably don't have a submissive bone in your body, even by ordinary male standards. You may not be able to understand this, but a woman is never more in control than when she submits completely. There have been studies that prove this."

"Ok, then," Dave said. "Let me roll over." He did, and then said, "Continue the backrub, please."

"Yes, Dave. And... don't tell me "please," okay? I know you mean well, it's why we love you! Honestly, if you have any other male relatives or friends you think highly enough of, we'd sure like to meet them."

"One younger brother."

"Oh?"

"He's eleven years old."

"oh."

"Good Heavens, April. This backrub is awesome! Where did you learn this?"

"At the night school class where I met Marion. It was a class on massage. I work with computers, and a few years back, I realized I wanted something to bring me into more contact with people. Not just getting yelled at by people on a phone support line. Physical contact. And massage is what that is all about."

Dave's hips began to wriggle under April's legs. "Is everything ok, Dave?"

"It is. I'm getting an erection!"

"Oh! I want to see!"

"Make the massage good enough, and you can have it. But not until I am satisfied with this backrub."

"Yes, Dave! Oh, thank you, Dave!"

The backrub she delivered met Dave's expectations. Actually, she could have beaten him with a baseball bat, and he would have been happy. He rolled over, his cock pointing at the ceiling, and said, "Continue. Suck my cock until I tell you to stop."

"Oh, yes, Dave!" She went to it with glee. Later, Dave had her straddle him. He made sure to order her to do it, and he didn't say please. April gave him the loveliest smile of gratitude as she rode him to orgasm.

The night passed in bliss. Dave managed two erections and held up until 11:30PM, when he fell asleep. He was awakened at midnight when he felt the bed shifting as another body climbed onto it.

"Marion?" He called out, sleepily.

"No, it's Jeanie," she said as she spooned against his back.

"Oh. Change of plan?"

"April said you talk in your sleep, and you were saying you wanted to be with me."

"Oh. I... do you think I hurt her feelings?"

"No, my love. She and Marion are in my bed right now, Marion's making April tell her about your time together, and they're having a plain old "tears-of-joy" cuddle fest. That'll go on until daylight. No way I'd get any sleep in my bed tonight. They told me to come keep you company." She spooned herself against his back, resting her face against his shoulder. Her hands gently stroked his body, running from his shoulders to his side, to his thigh, then back again. She felt the warmth of his body against hers. As she breathed in the scent of his musk, the scent of April's perfume still lingering in the air, she felt the stirring in her loins.

Dave rolled on his back, circled his arm around Jeanie's shoulders, and bodily lifted her up and over him. Then he spooned up to her backside, wrapped his arms tightly around Jeanie's shoulders and chest, and pulled her tightly to him.

"Dave? Squeeze me against you. Like earlier, when we were tickling you? Just crush me against you. I liked it so much I almost had an orgasm before dinner!"

He did as she asked, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her more and more tightly against him. "I'm not sure how hard I should squeeze you," he said.

"Squeeze me until you feel my ribs compress a little."

"Jeanie! I can't-"

"Shush. Yes, you can. I'm asking for it. I know you would never hurt me, and I want you to do this for me, please - OOOFF!" Dave had done as she asked. "Oh, yes, this is wonderful! NO! Don't stop just yet! OOOFF!" She reached down between her legs and began fingering her clit. The combination of her own self-stimulation and being crushed in Dave's embrace brought her very quickly to orgasm. A quiet, slow orgasm. Wrapped up in his arms, feeling his cock against her ass, her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She had him continue until his arms were threatening to cramp. There was silence for several moments as they regained their breath.

"Jeanie, I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and all of this will have been a dream. I don't know if I could deal with life if you turn out to be only a dream."

She kissed his hand and said, "Hush. I'm real. All of this is real. And there's going to be so much more to come. I just can't wait!"

"Jeanieeeeee..."

"Hush. Sleep. You've only got six more days until next Wednesday night. Now go to sleep. You're going to need your strength!"

"And that's another thing! I was already worn out from Wednesday night, and then you let April take what little I still had in the tank, and then you come to my bed? Jeanie, I love everything you've done for me. I loved my time with April, tonight."

"But?" she said.

"You know what I wanted. I hoped to be with you. Are you avoiding me?"

"Hush," she said, wrapping him up more tightly in her arms. "We will have plenty of time for each other, I promise. Do you want me alone, or should I invite Elise? She loves you, too, you know. All the girls do."

"Um... well, Elise is very lovely," Dave said.

"And don't forget Helga and Elizabeth! They'll want their turn in your bed, too."

"I'm not up for anything with you and Elise tonight! I barely lasted two times for April! And if I do, no way will I be able to show you and Elise a properly good evening. You know, this isn't what I expected when you said you had a book club!"

"Life's often like that," she said. "Not what you expected. But... "

"But what?" he asked.

"But maybe it ain't so bad, after all?" she said.

They fell silent, and Dave was at that half-asleep point when he heard Jeanie say, softly, but clearly, "There's another reason I came to be with you, Dave. I love you. I wanted this time with you."

He fell into sleep as happily as any man could.

***

The next morning, he awoke at 4:30AM, his usual time. When he got out of bed, the rocking of the mattress woke Jeanie up.

"You get a shower," she said, "I'll go get the girls. I'll buy us all breakfast."

Dave had already learned that arguing with Jeanie was a lost cause.

He was halfway through the shower when he heard Marion say, "I hope you've saved some hot water for me." The shower door swung aside, and she stepped in with him.

When he got out, and dressed, Jeanie was waiting. "Well, that certainly took much longer than yesterday morning's shower!"

"I was distracted," Dave mumbled, blushing.

"Uh-huh. How does a tiny woman who barely weighs 110 pounds slow down a 250-pound man?"

"She has her ways."

"He told me to wash his back! Couldn't you just die?" Marion said. April was putting her shoes on and said, "What? He's already forgotten me?"

"Ladies, seriously," Dave said. "If you want me to be able to do anything next Wednesday, I'm going to have to have a couple of nights' rest."

"You'll be able to sleep tonight, slugger," Jeanie said. "When we get home from the club dinner."

They talked on their way to the restaurant. "I had forgotten about the dinner," Dave said.

"I know," Jeanie said. "I've already picked out what I want you to wear. You've got some nice denim jeans, and a lovely Texas Flag shirt. But you don't have any shoes."

"Huh? Sure I do. I'm wearing them."

"Athletic sneakers are not going to cut it, tonight, my love. And the only other pair you have are steel-toed safety boots. We're going to have to expand your wardrobe, too. Just on general principles."

"I don't have time for that today," he said. "I'm booked up solid until after 5:00PM."

"We have your shoe size," Marion and April said in unison.

"Ok. Well," he withdrew his wallet and pulled out two one-hundred-dollar bills. "If you're intent on it. Will this be enough? And nothing too flashy, ok?"

"Yes, Dave," Marion and April spoke in unison, again.

"Ladies? That's getting a bit weird for me, ok?"

All three of the women giggled.

***

It was after 6:15PM when Dave pulled into the parking lot of Yolanda's Cantina. Work had taken up the entire day, there had been no time to get home and change, so he was still in his usual work attire: blue jeans, knit pullover shirt with a collar, and his black athletic sneakers. Sandy was standing outside, waiting for him.

"You're late." She said.

"We seem to have established a precedent, then," Dave said.

"You bastard! You steal my Handmaidens and leave me to sleep in my bed alone, then you show up late, and the only thing the girls can talk about is you!" She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek to let him know she wasn't angry. "Don't tell Jeanie I kissed you. I have a reputation among the ladies to maintain, you understand."

"Uh, Sandy? We're in front of a window. They're all watching us."

She instantly released Dave, stepped back, and straightened her blouse. If her cheeks had been any redder, they might have burst into flames.

"So what're we waiting for? They're all inside, waiting for you!" she said.

She took his arm and walked with him into the restaurant. As they approached the table with the rest of the women, Dave noticed three men hovering around it, trying to chat with the girls. Something about them put Dave on alert. He was wondering how to approach the situation when Sandy announced, "Ladies, our man has arrived!"

The three men turned, saw Dave, and suddenly remembered they had other places to be.

"Dave, sit by me!" Elise said.

They all started arguing over who got to sit beside him when Sandy said, "Hey! I dragged him in here. I get to sit beside him. Elise, you may sit on his other side." This required some quick shuffling of seats to get sorted out, and Dave found himself in the middle of the circular booth, three women on one side, four on the other.

"This isn't fair!" Jeanie said. "I found him!" Let's see how Sandy reacts to that. If she makes us re-arrange the seating again, ok. But if she argues to keep him beside her, the hook has been set well and truly!

"Well, I am the club president!" Sandy said. "And therefore, I claim executive privilege."

Jeanie had to fight with herself to look disappointed. What she really wanted to do was clap her hands in glee. Her plan was working; Sandy was already feeling possessive of Dave! Before she caught herself, she laughed. She looked and found Sandy staring at her.

"What's so funny?" she said.

Jeanie said the first thing she could think of, "I was just thinking Dave only has two pairs of shoes. Those sneakers you see now, and work boots. And that's it!"

Sandy stared at him in amazement. "How... how can you live like that?" she asked.

"The work boots are very high quality," Dave said.

The women laughed. The waitress came and took their drink orders. Dave excused himself to go to the bathroom. He found the three men he had seen at their table when he came out.

"Hey, buddy, got a minute?"

"No." There was something about these guys he did not like. He walked past them.

"Yeah? Well fuck you, then, asshole."

Dave shot the finger at them over his shoulder as he walked away.

On returning to the table, Sandy said, "What did they want?"

"To trade places with Dave!" Marion said, and they giggled.

"I think that is exactly what they wanted," Dave said. "I don't like them. Something is off, and I've learned to always trust my instincts when this happens. If you see them approach us again, let me know, if I haven't seen them."

Sandy said, "Oh, we always have men hitting on us on our nights out. We're used to it."

Marion said, "I got a weird vibe from them, too. They never looked at our eyes, just our tits. Most guys at least look us in the eyes, even if only for a fraction of a second. They were practically salivating. And I didn't like how close they were standing, leaning over us. I'm glad we have our champion!"

"So, that brings up a question, ladies," Dave said. "Do any of you carry pepper spray? Or any other kind of defensive weapon?"

Jeanie was the only one who had pepper spray.

"Ok. We're going to have to fix that," Dave said. "My house, Saturday, tomorrow, all of you. I'm going to teach you some basic stuff to defend yourselves. I'll get what's needed, all of you show up."

There was an enthusiastic chorus of yeses.

"And not for anything other than learning to defend yourselves! I mean it. If you want me to be able to do anything next Wednesday, I have got to get some rest!"

They all sang in unison, "We're sorry, Dave!"

He couldn't help but laugh.

The evening passed with laughter, fellowship, dancing, and lots of flirting. Dave couldn't help but notice when Sandy placed her left hand on his right thigh. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "Is this okay?"

"Yes, Sandy. Can we give blanket permissions? Like, if I say it's ok for you to touch me anywhere, anytime, you wish?"

"Yes. And thank you. But Dave? I... I can't give you the same permission. I..."

"Hush, Sandy." He saw her eyes grow wide, and smiled. "It's all good, Sandy. I wouldn't dream of asking you for something you wouldn't like." The noise level had risen as the evening progressed, so they were speaking into each other's ears just to be heard.

On returning home, Jeanie immediately stripped herself naked and slept with Dave.

"I noticed you and Sandy whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears," she said. They were lying in a spooning position, Dave behind Jeanie.

"She put her hand on my thigh. She asked if it was ok, and I told her she had my permission to touch me in any way she wished, any time she wished."

A few moments passed, and Dave felt tears falling on his arm. "Jeanie? Is something wrong?"

"No! Everything is wonderful! I wanted this for her, for you, for all of us. But I didn't know I'd lose you to Sandy so quickly!"

"You will never lose me, Jeanie," he said. "I don't know how any of this will work out, but I can assure you that you will never be rid of me." He kissed the back of her head, stroking her hair.

"Oh... hush and go to sleep, Studly Do-Right."

***

The self-defense training went well. All the ladies were eager to learn and quick to master the techniques Dave taught them.

"This stuff won't help you against multiple assailants," he said. "But for 99.9% of the douchebags you may encounter, one gouged-out eye is enough to make them regret every decision in life they have made that led them to this point. Remember: when you go to gouge out an eye, you strike like you intend to punch your fingers out of the back of his skull, then hook your fingers and pull out with all your force."

When he was done, he had a tough time chasing them away. After that, they all wanted to make love with him--all except Sandy. But with Jeanie's help, he got them out of the house.

Sandy was the last to leave. She approached Dave and wrapped him up in a tight embrace.

"I can't tell you what you have begun to mean to us in such a short time," she said.

She stayed quiet for several moments and then asked, "Dave, do you think you could love me?"

"Sandy, I already do. I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. I'll always treasure your first words to me: "You're late."" They shared a laugh.

She raised her head to kiss his cheek, but surprised Dave when she kissed him on the lips. It was a chaste kiss--no tongues, mouths closed--but she held her lips to Dave's for several moments.

Then she gently pushed him away and nearly ran to her car.

***

The next four nights, the ladies relented in their sexual demands, and Dave did manage to get some sleep. But they also made sure he was never alone. One of the ladies was always present to sleep with him. There had been arguments over who got to spend the night with him until Sandy drew up a schedule based on seniority of membership in the club. Helga got Saturday night. Elise took Sunday night. Elizabeth got Monday night, and Jeanie returned to his bed Tuesday night.

Sandy had made a habit of visiting him at his house every evening after work. But she didn't sleep with him. She kept giving him goodbye kisses; and every night, when she departed, she stayed in his arms a little longer than the day before.

He also did not have to cook, as the ladies always brought something for dinner, except for Saturday night, when they were all at his place, when he insisted on grilling some steaks and chicken breasts. Still, the ladies prepared all the side dishes.

***

Wednesday morning arrived, and Dave awoke at 4:30AM. He found his morning erections had returned. Jeanie had also discovered this and was gently stroking his cock.

"Look who's all rested up," she said. "Relax, I'm not going to give you too much. Got to save your strength for tonight, champ! But I couldn't just ignore this lovely bit of morning wood!" She pulled her hand away, and a streamer of pre-cum stretched out from her hand to his cock. Looking into his eyes, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked his pre-cum off her hand. "I didn't want to let that go to waste!"

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have one less shot tonight," he said. She stopped.

"Can't have the ladies angry with me for being selfish," she said.

***

As before, Dave's day was packed with everything needed to establish a business in a new area. By far, the single biggest headache was hiring. He managed to plow through it, though, and eventually settled on a crew of five men. He had printed up flyers advertising his presence in the area, and the crew had been handing them out door-to-door. They also distributed them at malls and grocery stores.

"Good idea about the grocery stores," Jeanie said. "I've always had great luck at grocery stores."

Sandy had been full of ideas on how to set up and organize the business. It turned out she had an MBA. She knew a lot more about how to organize and run a business than Dave. He looked forward to discussing things with her in the evenings. And Tuesday evening, when she kissed him goodbye, he felt her tongue lightly caress his lips. But as he opened his mouth to reciprocate, she pulled away, blushing. Without another word, she turned and left.

Unfortunately, this evening, all the loose ends of the business had him running late, again.

***

An hour earlier:

Jeanie was setting up the conference room for the weekly orgy when she was surprised to see Sandy arrive, too. This was good; it all fell into her plans for Sandy and Dave.

Time to implement Phase II, she thought. Sexual contact between Sandy and Dave. But how? How can I gently push her into doing what I know she wants, but thinks she shouldn't? A moment later, she had a burst of inspiration. I'll appeal to her nature as the club leader! Then she can't refuse!

"Sandy? We should do something different tonight. Something to welcome Dave to the club."

"Jeanie, all of you have already fucked his brains out, and we're getting ready to do it again tonight. What more do you want to give him?"

"You. No, Sandy, listen to me, ok?"

"Talk fast, Jeanie."

"I was thinking that when he gets here, we all give him a blow job. Each of us gets two minutes sucking his cock. He doesn't get to touch us or do anything but endure each of us blowing him. Wouldn't you like to see that?"

"That... that would be hot..." Sandy said.

"And you have to take a turn."

"WHAT?"

"Sandy, you have to, as the club president. You must lead by example, yes? You wouldn't have the girls do something you wouldn't do, right? And we're only talking about two minutes of a blow job, is that really that big of a deal?"

"No, I guess not... but, I don't -"

"And you do think Dave is lovely, don't you? I mean, I saw you stroking his penis when he was asleep that first night. I've watched you every evening when you hug him and kiss him goodbye. I've seen you taking longer with each hug. And I saw you open your mouth to taste his lips, last night." Sandy went to turn away, but Jeanie embraced her from behind.

"No, baby, don't be embarrassed," she said. She gently kissed Sandy's neck, from her ear to her shoulder. "Of course you want to touch him, be with him. Hell, I bet even a few straight guys would like to get naked with Dave, to get their hands, and lips, on his cock." Jeanie tightened her embrace and said, "I bet they'd love to get their hands on that incredible ass!" Her hands had roamed down to Sandy's ass, and she began roughly mauling Sandy's ass cheeks. Sandy screamed in surprise and delight.

Sandy was pushing against Jeanie's shoulders, and said, "Well... I guess if I must... two minutes of sucking his cock wouldn't be too bad, would it? And, since we have accepted a man in the club, we have to meet his needs, as we wish him to meet ours."

"That's the Club Leader spirit!" Jeanie said. "Now, the question is: Do you want to go first? Or last?"

"What difference does that make?"

"If you go first, it's likely he won't come. If you go last, after six other women going down on him for 12 minutes, he may be ready to pop."

"I'll go last. If he comes, I'll just have him spray on my tits."

"No, Sandy. Remember: you are the Club Leader. What kind of lesbian book club sucks a man's cock for 14 minutes and doesn't swallow his semen?"

"Do you realize the irony of that statement, Jeanie?"

"I'm serious, Sandy. You have to go all the way. You have to show the girls what the Club is all about. If you go last, and he does come, you have to take as much of it in your mouth as you can, then open your mouth to show us all his semen in your mouth, then swallow, then open your mouth again to show us you did. You go all the way, or none of the way. You are our leader."

"You're right, Jeanie. Thank you. I have to do this. I must do this. For the Club."

"For the club!" Jeanie said. Well, that turned out to be a lot easier than I had expected! As they continued to set up the room, Jeanie couldn't help but see how Sandy was looking forward to the evening.

One by one, the other women arrived; the Handmaidens arriving together. Sandy and Jeanie explained the plan to them. It was met with great enthusiasm.

"Sandy? You left out one important bit," Jeanie prompted her.

"Oh. Yes. Ladies, I will take the last turn."

The room went silent. Then the ladies all began shouting and clapping.

6:00PM arrived... and passed.

"So where the Hell is he?" Sandy demanded. "This is the third meeting he's been late to! I hope this isn't going to be a habit with him!"

The door opened, and Dave walked in. There was a rush of women to greet him with hugs and kisses.

"You're late," Sandy said, her arms crossed.

"Traffic and business. I had to meet with the bank, today. I couldn't put it off any longer. Sorry about that. I laid out the business plan like you suggested, and they were all over it. Onboard 100%. Thanks to you, Sandy."

"Humph," Sandy said. "You have to pay a penalty for your tardiness. Strip naked and sit on the table. You're penalty is you're going to have to endure each of us giving you a blow job for two minutes each. That's sixteen minutes of cock sucking by each of us."

"But there's only seven of you, that'd just be 14 minutes, wouldn't it?"

Sandy put her hands on Dave's face and said, "I am the club president. So don't you argue math with me. Now, here, I'll help you get undressed!"

Dave was wearing denim jeans. Sandy hooked her thumbs through the belt loops on his sides, as she fell to her knees, she pulled his jeans and underwear down in one quick motion. As Sandy looked up, Dave's penis, already beginning to grow and stiffen, gently flopped against her face, leaving a trail of precum gently spilling down her cheek. The surprise caused her to inhale, and when she did, she got a full dose of all of his scents, his musk, his sweat, his pheromones, and the delicious, sweet taste of his pre-cum, which Jeanie licked off Sandy's face.

"Hey! That was supposed to be mine!" Sandy said.

"Oh, lover, trust me, he's got more for you to have. Besides, we thought you said you would go last?"

"Executive privilege," Sandy said.

Sandy had frozen in place, her body stiffening. Jeanie recognized the return of Sandy's fear, and knew exactly how to distract her. She knelt behind Sandy and reached around to her clit. She began stroking Sandy's most sensitive spot, sending shivers throughout Sandy's body. "Ladies?" She called out, "As the girl in front of you pleases Dave, you have to masturbate her, like Jeanie is doing to me, now. And you have to go at it like you are trying to make her come. If you orgasm before Dave does, then later he gets to have you any way he wants. There might even be a spanking."

"A spanking, a spanking!" they chorused.

Her body responding to Jeanie's touch from behind, and Dave's cock in her face, Sandy closed her eyes, her body swayed a bit, then she grabbed Dave's cock with both hands, looked him in the eyes, and took his cock into her mouth and started sucking. The other women all cheered, watching Sandy go down on Dave. The fact that she was going first was not lost on Jeanie.

After two minutes, Jeanie called "Time!" and the next woman in line, Helga, took her turn.

Sandy saw Jeanie looking at her and went to speak with her.

"God, Sandy!" Jeanie said, "You were so lovely! Did you like it?"

"I did," she said, quietly. "Jeanie, oh my God, it was wonderful!"

Jeanie said, "But Dave's right, you know. It will only be 14 minutes."

Sandy put her hands on Jeanie's face, brought their lips together in a sweet kiss, and said, "I'm going first. And last."

"You mean?"

"Yes, Jeanie. I want him to come in my mouth. After all, I must lead by example, mustn't I? We have a new member, and we should be as eager to meet his needs as he is to meet ours."

"That's only fair!"

"And that's the kind of club we run, here!" Sandy said.

"Can I go second-to-last?"

"Yes. But why, Jeanie?"

Jeanie said, "I might be good enough to make him come, so then I'd get his semen!"

Sandy stroked Jeanie's face and said, "What? You don't think I'd keep it all for myself, do you? I'll share it with you in a kiss!"

"No, Sandy!" Jeanie said, "I love you so much! But this is the first time you can't share it. You have to swallow it all. We have to do this correctly, after all."

"I love you, too, baby. And yes, I see you are correct. I must swallow it all."

"So... are you finding that you like Dave?"

Sandy shifted her position so she could rest her head on Jeanie's chest. "I... yes..."

"Oh, Sandy! That's wonderful!"

"But I don't want to love another man! I'm so sick of men! It's bad enough I couldn't find one that wanted me for myself, just the family money. And I was raped. And now you drag in Mr. Wonderful with his wide shoulders, strong sense of ethics and morality, good looking, successful... and I'm falling for him. Dammit, Jeanie! Why did you want to bring a man into our club?"

"It just seemed like a nice thing to do, if we could find the right man."

"You had better not be trying to play match-maker again, Jeanie!"

"What? Sandy! I would never -"

"Oh, hush! Your own heartbeat is giving you away."

"No fair!" Jeanie said. "I taught you that trick!"

"Eat me."

"Well! I was beginning to think you would never ask!" She made Sandy lie down, spread her legs wide, and began devouring Sandy's labia and clit.

One by one, each of the women gave Dave his two minutes. He managed not to come, but it was close. Jeanie was last, or so he thought, not having heard Sandy's intentions. But before she started, she whispered in his ear, "Try not to come. There's a surprise after this."

"Ok," he said. "But I'm getting close, and you are very good at this. I don't know if I can guarantee I won't come."

"Just do your best, lover. After me, you can come. But not before!"

"I'll try."

Jeanie took him in her mouth and went after him with everything she had, while behind her, Elise was playing with Jeanie's clit. Dave did manage, barely, to hold off his orgasm. But the effort to hold back was turning into torture. It was an incredible torture, but it was torture.

Then Sandy approached again and said, "Dave, I want you to come in my mouth. Marion, lie on the floor and let me straddle your face while you eat me."

The ladies got in position, Marion began licking and kissing Sandy's pussy, starting with her vulva and outer lips, working her way in, and up, to Sandy's clit.

Sandy took Dave in her mouth again, working him over with even more enthusiasm than her first round. In less than a minute, Dave said, "Sandy, I'm going to come..."

"Dave?" she said, "Will you touch my face? Stroke my hair?'

He did as she asked, holding her face in both his hands. She only sucked even harder, her tongue lathing all over his cock.

Sandy felt his cock grow larger, then begin throbbing with the force of his orgasm. She felt her mouth filling with his semen, and she found the taste thrilled her all the way to her toes! She kept her lips wrapped closed around his throbbing cock, trying to catch every last drop of his semen.

When he was finished, Sandy had her own orgasm from Marion's oral pleasuring of her. This caused her to open her mouth, and some of his semen spilled out and ran down her breasts. When she pulled away and opened her mouth so all could see his semen in her mouth, another large portion escaped, running over her lips, down her chin, to finally land on her belly. Without thinking about it, Sandy rubbed the semen into her skin. She swallowed what remained in her mouth, then showed her now empty mouth to the club. Everyone clapped and cheered.

The next four hours passed in a whirlwind of sexual gratification, as each member of the club pleased, and was pleased in return. Dave only had three orgasms, but he certainly wasn't complaining. And as before, he was still able to maintain an erection for far longer than he ever would have suspected.

As they were getting dressed to leave, Jeanie said, "Penny for your thoughts?"

Dave said, "Yeah, not the book club I was expecting. But maybe not so bad, after all!"

END