George rubbed his face. "What happened? Is there something in the water?"
Eleanor shook her head. "I don’t know. One day she came home looking shocky, and said she might one day have a boyfriend. Three or four days later, she was looking for her briefest bikini. After that…" She shook her head. "I went three rounds with the boy — and he won! Made me look like a total ass! If you call his house, his mother WILL answer the phone, and there WILL be a party there and it WILL include several adults!"
"But they’re sleeping together…"
"George, they did it here. In this house. Last night, while you were home." Eleanor rubbed her face. "And I let them, because it was better than getting in the way and making them go somewhere where they might get caught. Besides, Sally had done some silly thing…" She shook her head. "The damage is done; now, all we can do is support her — support THEM — so she can keep him as long as she can…"
"You don’t sound like you’re holding out much hope for the long term…" George hazarded.
"I’m not," Eleanor gusted. "He’s perfect — TOO perfect. There has to be something we’re missing — although I embarrassed myself trying to find it. Nobody is that good." She shook her head. "Maybe they’ll start the school year together, but I don’t see it lasting until the second quarter." She sighed again. "I guess the good news is that she will have had a relationship. Nobody wins the first time, anyway."
"I did," George grunted.
Eleanor grinned. "Wasn’t there some red-haired girl in elementary school?"
George grinned back. "I just told you that so you would think I was vulnerable."
"Uh … huh…" Eleanor eyed her husband sidelong, smiling. "Depending upon how much of a gentleman Lon is, Sally’s stock should move upward at school, at least."
George nodded. 'Maybe either way, ' he thought — but he kept THAT to himself.
Teela turned out wearing a body stocking under a corset and skirt — and her long heavy boots that laced almost to her knees. Rick took one look and vetoed the outfit, "No. Go back upstairs and put on something else."
Teela’s eyes popped. "What?"
Rick looked around for her father, but didn’t see anyone. "You know what kind of party this is — you were dressed for it yesterday. That rig will take HOURS to get in and out of. Get a swimsuit and something you can change into if we need to go somewhere to eat or something without everybody waiting thirty minutes."
"B-but…"
"NOW, Babe!" Rick was firm.
"Come on, I’ll help!" Sally leaped into the breach.
"Okay." Teela was nonplussed; Rick was going to control her wardrobe? As the girls got to her room, she said, "What was THAT all about?"
"That was about being sensible," Sally replied. "You don’t wear an outfit that takes forty minutes to get out of to an orgy — even if you’re not participating."
"Well, it would make it more difficult," Teela replied diffidently.
"Maybe," Sally agreed. "You know, I’d be pleased that Rick is taking charge, if I were you…" she added, squatting to unlace a boot.
"I don’t know about THAT…" Teela retorted.
"I do," Sally replied. "You may not want things the way I want them, but you DO want somebody you can argue with and disobey periodically. And for you to be the loyal opposition, Rick HAS to be the central government." She eyed her friend. "Do you REALLY think you want him letting you get away with any old thing you want to do?"
Teela thought about it. "No," she sighed. "Then he wouldn’t care, would he? I’d rather he spanked me — regularly." She looked up, grinning.
"That’s what I figured," Sally grinned back.
Ten minutes later, Teela flounced down the stairs, wearing an outfit fairly similar to the one she’d worn the day before. The tank top wasn’t cropped under her breasts, but there was no bra under it — and the skirt was different, but still short. Actually, this one was spandex and clung to her tiny ass and thighs like a second skin over the small amount of coverage it granted. A bikini was tossed carelessly on top of the contents of her shoulder bag, and the boots had been replaced by purple flip-flops. Rick cocked his head, "Are you wearing panties?"
"Of COURSE not, Silly!" Teela replied scornfully. "Do you think I want a panty line in THIS skirt?"
Lon snorted laughter and Rick rolled his eyes, but grinned. "Let’s go, then."
At the house, Toby and the Carter boys had the older generation all to themselves — and while Toby and Terence were inclined to wait, Damian was soon bored and restive.
Candace was killing time wandering around with snack trays; the boys were downstairs in the Rec Room, and Jean and Beth were in the kitchen. Candace arrived downstairs to find Damian’s eyes on her for the third time — and she remembered clearly the task she was to perform today, if she didn’t want Damian to escalate things in some unforeseen manner … Looking around, she realized that the limited audience she had would probably be plenty to fulfill Damian’s requirement to bolster his image while minimizing her embarrassment. Putting down the tray, she wandered over to the younger of the Carter boys and announced, fairly loudly, "Well, THIS is dull, isn’t it? Damian, Honey, would you PLEASE fuck my ass?"
Damian frowned, realizing that she was probably getting away with something — but Toby and Terence both turned around from the TV to watch, Terence surprised, and Toby merely curious. "Maybe," he grunted. "Bare it and bring it over here."
The pair eyed each other warily as Candace stepped out of her shorts and panties, then stepped in close. Damian said nothing, just twirled his finger; Candace turned her back to him. Damian cocked an eye at the other two males in the room; both were grinning. "Shuck out of the top, too," he grunted. "Get nekkid."
Candace did as she was told. Damian was making her give up control, after all, damn him! She should have guessed that he wasn’t going to let her even look like she was running things…
"Turn around and bend over," Damian directed. He was playing for time; sooner or later, the other women would miss Candace — and he wanted them in the audience.
Candace decided to buck a bit. "Do I have to?" she whined, looking at him over her shoulder.
"You do if you want any dick," Damian responded levelly. "Right guys?"
"Yep."
"Right." Both Toby and Terence were grinning from ear to ear. Toby, in particular, was enjoying watching Damian’s technique. Damian had roped both of them into the situation, making it three to one.
"Oh, all right!" Candace pouted, and draped herself over the back of the couch next to Damian, who pinned her there with an arm around her waist and began playing with her ass cheeks, rubbing and pinching.
"Nice," he grunted, giving her a swat — nothing serious, just enough to make a shock wave wobble her ass cheek.
"Hey!" Candace erupted — but she wasn’t going anywhere. Damian had her pinned.
"You ain’t hurt," Damian retorted levelly. "I’m just watchin' it wobble. Are you lubed up?"
"No…"
"Good." He swatted the other cheek. If she wasn’t lubed, she had probably followed instructions. Why he wanted her to get the shit end of the dick wasn’t clear even to him, but he was pretty sure she was due. He swatted her ass again.
"Ow!" Candace screeched.
There was a noise on the stairs; Damian grinned. Candace had done what he wanted her to do — announce herself loudly enough that the other women came down to see what the commotion was. As Beth hit the foot of the stairs, he said, "Didn’t you want a spanking?"