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Title: Alandra Naked in School - Weekend (39,512 words)
Author: Tenyari
Part: 6
Universe: Naked in School
Keywords: exhib, voy, naked, ff, mf, viol
Summary: School troublemaker Alandra Cabrera finds herself
forced to attend school naked after she is drafted into a
new sweeping social program.
Copyright: May 20, 2005, 2008 - all rights reversed.

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

This story is based around the Naked in School series. See
the Monday chapter for information on finding previous
episodes in the series.

Archived at:
     http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/tenyari/www/
If you find this elsewhere, check above to get the most
current version.

Special author note: I mean it about the adult reading. If
you are what your local area defines as a minor, get your
punk ass out of here. This story is a fantasy about teens,
but it's NOT meant to be read by those of them who are under
the age of consent.
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     I heard music filtering into my dreams. The voices of
two women singing...



     "... you and I know
     How the heartaches come and they go
          and the scars they're leaving
     You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
     You will have no time for grieving"



     "My favorite song," she said. "Even if it is fucking
ancient." Melinda was looking down at me when I woke up, a
stranger in a strange bed. That's how I felt. That and
well...

     "Where's the bathroom?" I called out urgently.

     "It was the first door in the hall," she said. I jumped
up and made a run for it. I had to get out of here, this
just wasn't right. But first I had some business to take
care of. Let's face it; I'd been holding this one in all
week.



     "You ok in there?" she said, after knocking a few
minutes later. "If you wanted to do laps, there's a pool
down by the community center."

     "Ha, no. The fucking Program, I think it plugs you up
or something," I said.

     "She's still here?" I heard the voice of her mother say
out in the hall. There wasn't any answer. The rolling eyes I
could almost imagine didn't make much noise.



     This situation, this whole thing, it just wasn't right.
I wasn't a fucking lezzie; I needed to get out of here. I
needed to get some space from Melinda, reset my boundaries.
But first I figured a shower or something.

     She came in when I finished, "Shower or bath?" She
asked, flipped the switch for the fan that I hadn't noticed
and opened the window above the shower.

     "Shower. Anyway I gotta get my bag together," I said.
She gave me a look. "Gotta get home soon and make sure the
twins didn't hurt that poor girl Kitten or anything," I
said.

     "Oh, yeah, good idea," she said, giving me a long
glance over.



     We took a nice hot shower, with her washing me from
head to toe. I let her kiss and fondle me. I wasn't ready
yet to toss her off. I needed to figure out a good way to
get some distance. Getting fingered in the shower didn't
help rush my thoughts any either.

     Breakfast wasn't. Melinda's parents had somehow managed
to not yet wake up despite the questions I'd heard in the
hall. She had an angry look in her eyes when she turned away
from glancing down the hall as we left the bathroom. Daddy
apparently wanted his little girl back in the closet.



     Not my business though, I had my own shit to deal with.
Well, she was a good part of that shit. I'd let this girl
come into my life and nearly sweep me away, all cause she
knew how to kiss me. She was really just what the guys
called a bitch that didn't know it yet, I needed to get that
clear.

     "So we gonna head..." Melinda began, but I cut in.

     "Hey, I'll call you later OK?" I tried to lie, knowing
I was probably really speaking the truth. Then I had to go
and qualify it with, "check up on May, we all usually hit
the mall or something in the day."



     Fuck, I could'a been out clean too. She had a look on
her face as I walked away from her house that reminded me
way too much of Jennifer. How the fuck did I get a magnet
for lezzies in love stapled to my ass anyway?



     "What is all this shit?" Pa said as I walked in the
door. He was standing there in his robe, bleary eyed, with a
joint in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

     The living room looked like hell. Popcorn, cigs, and a
bit of weed were tossed about. I could swear there was a cum
stain on the TV, I was pretty sure there was one on Kitten's
belly, and she was just lying there naked and out cold on
the couch with one leg half draped onto the coffee table.
She looked like a used whore. Believe me, I knew the look.
Cindy wasn't around nowhere. "Fuck if I know," I said. "Take
your pills yet Pa?"

     He just saluted with his coffee cup, glanced my nude
form over for a bit with a frown, and went off into his
room.



     Kitten stirred so I made my way to her, "Hey..." I
started. "Check out time girl."

     "Huh? Where am... Oh!" She bolted up, and bounded off
for the restroom. What the fuck had those twins done to her?

     A boy I didn't know came out of my room scratching his
nuts and saying "Yo..." He knocked on the door to the twins'
room.

     "You got till I finish blinking to get the fuck out of
my house or you lose those nuts for good," I said, clenching
a fist.

     Recognition or something must've kicked in, cause he
was out the door, still nude, before I had a chance to step
out of the way and give him a clean escape. Still I let him
pass after bumping me. Hassling him would've only meant I
would'a had to deal with him more.

     I found his pants or something like it on my bed, and
just tossed it out the window to the alley out back. Ok, I
took the cash from his wallet first.

     Kitten came out of the restroom about the same time as
Rosa popped out of her room. "Hey, where's Joe?" Rosa asked.
She was naked with a rosy swollen clit, like she hadn't come
down off'a getting fucked yet.

     "Joe? What the fuck was he doing in my room?" I asked.

     "Hey, you weren't using it," she said.

     "Joe passed out after doing Rosa," Kitten offered. So
I'd just ripped off the guy who took my little sister's
virginity. Maybe I -would- go kick in his nuts later...

     "Don't get involved," I said, with a wave of my hand at
Kitten. "Your parents know you're here?"

     She got a look of sudden terror on her face and ran for
the door, then ran back looking around the living room
saying, "Oh shit!"

     "I think your purse is in the kitchen," Rosa said.

     Kitten ran off, and then came back with a small
shoulder bag. "Bye! Tell Manuel I said... um, well, tell
him..."

     "Let me go with you," Rosa said, grabbing her arm and
dragging her out the door with, "I wanna get away from the
bitch anyway."

     Calling me a bitch? What the fuck had they been up to?
I agreed with Pa, time to just shut the door and wait till
it cleared up. Where the fuck was Manuel? I banged on the
door to the twins room and yelled in "Hey! Get your ass out
here and clean up this shit!"

     "Fuck off A.C." I heard him call back. Still, I heard
his door open just before I shut mine.



     I sat down on my bed, tossed my bag by the side, and
looked around the room. That fuck head of Rosa's must've
slept on the floor; cause the bed was still made from when
Melinda fixed it up Friday morning.

     Fucking tears... why did I have tears in my eyes? The
bitch'd forget me in a week. Maybe she'd take up with May or
something. That pair of lezzies would be good together. I'd
have to make that clear quick, I wasn't some lezzie after
all.

     I unclipped 'teddy' from my bag and put him up on my
desk, petting the cat's eye I'd given him and running my
other hand through my own slit. Lying down, I started to
fuck myself. A light petting at first, but then I started to
feel mad. Taking the dildo, I rammed myself with it hard and
fast, so hard it started to hurt, until without ever cumming
I gave up in frustration and threw it across the room.

     Pa had this fucked up idea that they started the
Program to 'turn gays' straight, but far as I could tell, it
was fucking up my life the other way around.

     "What the fuck you doing in there A.C.?" I heard Manuel
call out.

     "Nothing, fuck off will you?" I said.

     "You eating breakfast?" he called back. I heard his
voice fade to the kitchen.

     "Sure, whatever," I said, staring at the ceiling. I
needed to call May and Kevin.



     "Hey..." May said.

     "Melinda?" I started.

     "She called, what happened?" May said.

     I put the phone to my shoulder and finished spreading
jam on my toast. "Had to get out of there," I said.

     "Shit A.C. you are so fucking stupid sometimes," May
said. "She's on her way over."

     "You take her, I'm no lezzie," I said, regretting it
the moment it came out.

     "A.C.? Oh fuck it... Girl, you got issues." She hung up
on me.

     Fuck. I called Kevin.

     "We getting together?" I asked.

     "Yeah, I got Rubin coming over in a few, and we're
hitting the Mall. See you there, about an hour?"

     "Sure," I said. "V,ale pronto."



     An hour. I finished eating. It was deadly quite in
here. Pa was sitting there with his pills, taking them like
it was a march to death row. Manuel was glaring at me
between glances to the spotless living room. Like it was my
fault he had to clean up his own fucking mess?

     At least he did a good job. Maybe I'd tell him he had a
career as a maid all lined up if he wanted it. Little fuck.

     "Was it worth it?" I said to him.

     "Huh?" he said, unfocusing his glare to pay attention
to me.

     "Kitten," I said.

     "Damn she was a fine fuck," Manuel said.

     "Don't talk like that about a girl," Pa said. We both
gave him an accusing look. "What?"

     "When did you get home?" I asked.

     "I didn't see you here when I did," Pa said.

     "I'm not the parent in this joint am I?" I said.

     "Watch yourself Alandra," he said.

     "Sorry, I've got too much shit going on," I said. Then
I looked back to Manuel. "Well?"

     "Hey, I popped her, and it was good. She figured out
muscle control on her first time. Can you believe it?"
Manuel said.

     "I hear a lot of girls never figure that out," I said.

     "Muscle control?" Pa said.

     "Yeah, down there," I said. "You know, controlling the
walls inside. Makes it a hell of a lot better if you do it."

     "Oh! Kegal exercises," Pa said. "I think I'll go see if
the paper's out there."

     "You know you'll probably never see her again," I said.

     Manuel just shrugged.

     "Her parents'll bust her ass for not coming home," I
said.

     "So? Not my problem," he said.

     I looked at him, and then I thought of Melinda. Then I
said, "Guess I figured her and Cindy were something."

     Manuel just shrugged and said, as if he could read my
mind, "hey, where's May and that new girl?" He got up to get
a glass of water. "She's got a fine ass...," he muttered.

     Yeah, she did I guess. "I gotta go," I said. Fucking
little brother...



     I passed Pa at the door. "No clothes?" he asked. All I
had on was a little leg garter with a tiny money purse built
into it. Bought it in the city a few years ago to stash a
fix, and had forgot all about it. Seemed handy now. I guess
you could say I was also wearing a clit ring. But that was
it. I was even barefoot.

     "What's the point?" I said. "They got the Program going
at the Mall now too."

     He shook his head and walked inside muttering something
about totalitarianism and better skiing in Siberia.



     Yeah, I took the long way, avoiding both May and
Melinda's houses. In fact it took me almost forty minutes to
make it to the Mall.

     Some bitch tried to drape a big poncho over me as I
came up to the place too. Protesters from some conservative
faith group, mixed in with a few that looked like fashion
industry hopefuls - cause there was no such industry in this
town. They were still trying to work out their slogan, and
had a mix of things up from "right to be clothed" to
"Fallen, fallen is Babylon" which I'd seen last time I was
here too.

     Without my gang backing me up, they must've thought I
was easy prey. Mall security wasn't twenty feet away in the
form of two guys in their twenties, but we were on the
sidewalk before the parking lot, just a few feet from
private property where they could interfere.

     So I smacked the soccer mother bitch in the chin, and
again when she went down with a knee to the groin, tossed
off the poncho and used the confusion to break through. It
was a lucky move, and I almost got grabbed. There were only
seven of them anyway. That might not hurt her like it would
a guy, but I wasn't going for injury. A half dozen nudist
protesters, different from the Tuesday batch, just inside
the lot cheered me on. They must have thought I was one of
them. Growing up I never even knew this town had nudists.
They had signs like "sex is sin" and "nudity is nature, not
sex". Security must have figured they could keep it cool by
letting the group least likely to go ape shit onto the edge
of the property.

     "Right on sister!" some old nudist lady who must've
weighed more than an eighteen-wheeler said.

     "Fuck this," I said, poking a finger in my cunt and
then using it to flip her off as I walked past her and her
anti sex sign to get my ass in the mall.



     Security stopped me not two steps further on.
"Afternoon miss..." he paused for a bit, "Cabrera," one of
the security guards gave me a bit too friendly of a look.
How the fuck did he know my name?

     "Nudity is not sexuality!" The nudist woman screamed at
me as the guard gave me something.

     "Put that on your wrist please," he said. Then to the
nudist he added; "all right Gabby, that's enough. Mom's
gonna kill me if I have to bust you." He'd given me a paper
wristband with a Program picture on it. Fuck, I was marked
now.

     "You shouldn't leer at that slut like that," Gabby the
nudist said to what I guessed for her brother the guard. He
just shrugged, as I looked back, his eyes on my ass. One of
the anti nudity protesters was walking over to the guards as
I left. Probably to try and get them to come after me.

     "Dude, that's your sister?" the second guard said. I
held in my laughter as I crossed the parking lot. I didn't
see Kevin's car anywhere, but that wasn't unusual.



     I didn't want to linger out there anymore. Next time
I'd have to come in from one of the other entrances. I had
to give the place a full walk through until I found a naked
Kevin, hanging with Rubin and Fatima. What were they doing
though, outside Girl Pop?

     "A.C.," Kevin said.

     "Hola," I said.

     "Hi," Fatima added, she was wearing a long white
sundress with a matching bandana covering her hair. I tried
to close down the thought of the sun shining behind her to
outline her form under it. Especially the gap at the 'V' of
her legs. Damn lezzie thoughts were taking me over.

     Rubin gave me a nod and said, "I think they're almost
done in there."

     Looking inside, I could see May at the counter paying
for something in a bag. Melinda was next to her, back to the
counter and getting her pussy sucked by one of those boys in
the 'X' harnesses, but not a guy I recognized from Tuesday
or anything. You know, the back end of a naked guy squatting
is not the sexiest site in the world, even if he did shave
his butt.

     She looked up, saw me, and smiled with a wave. Here we
go again. Stupid me, I waved back. Worse, I gave her the
kind of wave you see girls do in anime flicks. Disgustingly
cute, and way out of character for me.

     "Hey where's your dildo?" Melinda panted out to me when
I walked in to greet her.

     "Well I'm done, let's get moving," May said, giving me
a look from behind Melinda's shoulder.

     "Um... yeah..." Melinda gasped. "I'm almost done too,"
she blushed and pulled the guy's head into her crotch.

     I imagined it was me down there sucking her clit in
between my lips. "Oh... uh, I think it's broken," I lied as
I watched her cum.

     "You should'a brought it, maybe you could've returned
it," Melinda said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the
store. The guy who'd been sucking on her pussy started idly
jacking off. They didn't have any other customers-probably
still too early-and I wondered how he'd deal with a 'spill'.

     "She bought some..." Melinda began, pointing at May.

     "Stuff," May said. Kevin looked between May and I,
Melinda just looked at May with a raised eyebrow.

     "Hey they gave you one of those too?" Kevin said,
nodding to my wristband.

     "Yeah," I said. "Guess it marks me as on the Program
list."

     "They asked May on her way in, since she's a
volunteer," Melinda said. "But they ignored me." That
explained why May didn't have a shirt on. Her nipples stood
out large and proud on her little tits in the cutest,
lickable way.

     "How do they know?" Fatima asked.

     Rubin tapped his ear and said; "headsets." Then he
pointed to a black ball in the ceiling and added; "c�maras."

     "Oh yeah, our names are on a list, guess Magante sent
them pictures too," May said.

     "Well they're awfully militant about it to be noticing
everybody like that," I said.

     Kevin shrugged. "Morning, no crowd yet. And look at us,
we stand out."

     "Heh, they probably just looked us up to try and make a
reason to get us out," Melinda said. Probably absurd, but
the look Kevin and Fatima gave her said they'd been thinking
the same thing. I remembered something Pa said about that
facial program.

     "You mean like they figured we'd rather leave than be
under the Program here?" I said. "Too much trouble if you
ask me, and its private property, they don't need a reason
to kick you out of a Mall."

     "Really?" Melinda said. "But isn't this public?" She
absentmindedly ran her fingers through her still swollen
slit, and I tried not to pay it any attention.

     "No," I said. "Pa likes to say they've moved Main
Street indoors to control," I put my fingers up in quotes,
"who has access to the benefits of society and who is forced
to shop at the liquor store." Or something like that. Pa had
this complicated theory about police, space, and separating
the classes that was kind of hard to make sense of since he
was usually manic when he went off on it.

     Pa had also said something about this face finding
program they had for cameras. About how they used it to find
out where people went and who else was there with them.
"Maybe they got that face thing in the cameras..." I said.

     "Facial recognition," Kevin said. "I saw a thing on
that on TV, they're putting it up everywhere now."



     But Kevin was right about one thing; the place was half
empty. Half the shops hadn't opened yet. Kinda uncool really
to be here like this, so after grabbing some snacks in the
food court we took off. Figured we'd come back later in the
afternoon, like maybe when it actually after noon.

     "Give me that shirt back," May said to Melinda said as
we left. Melinda reached into her purse and pulled out a
shirt that was barely more than a bra, handing it over so
May could put it on. Even with it on her nipples made
prominent points.



     "So where to?" Melinda asked. She took May's arm in
hers, but I moved around Rubin before she could get to me.
My arm started feeling empty, and May gave me that look
again. I glanced over and noticed Melinda's still pouting
pussy, but held my ground.

     "That was a very interesting gift..." Fatima whispered
into my ear. She was blushing from ear to ear, but on her
dark skin you couldn't really tell unless you were right up
there like I was.

     "You like?" I said; twirling the chain I'd had my dildo
on yesterday, before throwing it this morning.

     "I... haven't tried using it exactly," she said. Well,
maybe in time I guessed. She had it if she needed it at
least. "My father would kill me if he knew..." she added. I
hoped she was kidding.

     We found ourselves walking towards the park. It was
still in the middle of the AM, but good weather had people
coming out already.

     We had Kevin in between us when we first entered, and a
couple men smiled at the site of three naked girls before
they spotted him. Naked black guy, especially one with three
naked girls that weren't black; it started going bad.

     Not violent, just bad. Three guys in shorts came up to
us. "How much?" That was the first thing out of them. Blond
guy looked right at Kevin and asked, like we were meat for
sale.

     "Fuck off," I said.

     "We ain't talking to you bitch, we're talking to your
pimp." That was the second guy, dressed for a summer BBQ,
complete with beer can - albeit still unopened.

     May got that look that said somebody was about to get
hurt, and the third guy had enough sense to put heavy hands
on his friends' shoulders and pull them away.

     "When the fuck did I ever look like a pimp?" was all
Kevin said. He missed the woman who pulled her kids away
from staring at us.

     "Need to move out of this fucked up town," I said.
Kevin nodded.

     "It's the same anywhere you go," he said. "Just not as
open."

     We took up a spot at our usual picnic tables. Well,
actually we started a table away, but the family setting up
over there took one look at Kevin and Fatima and cleared out
with the mother on her cell phone.

     "This place is better at night isn't it?" Melinda said.

     "Something like that," Rubin said to her, running his
fingers to trace the design of her pubic hair. "Open up that
panocha girl," he added.

     Melinda spread herself out a bit and Rubin started to
casually finger fuck her. I tried not to look, but part of
me wanted to be the one doing it.

     "Good thing Marcy's not here," I said. Rubin looked at
me. I wasn't sure where that had come from, but he stopped
playing with Melinda's pussy.

     "Where is she?" Fatima asked. Rubin coughed.

     "She'll be by later," he said. "Her and Rick hooked up
last night."

     "About time," I said. Those two both needed a good
fuck. Way things were now; that was the best way to get it
over with.

     "They'll probably be at the mall looking for us in a
few," Kevin said.

     "Got any weed?" Rubin called out.

     "My shit's at home", I said.

     "Yeah", Kevin said.

     Fatima looked confused, so Kevin make a smoking gesture
and she nodded, adding; "one of my uncles used to grow
poppies back in the old country."

     "You mean the one you live with now?" Kevin asked.

     "No," she paused. "That uncle's dead now."

     "Check it out," Rubin said, pointing over to a cop car
that was cruising by way too slowly. I thought back to the
look on that woman's face when she'd used her cell phone.

     "He's looking for us," I said.

     May shook her head, got up, pulled off her shirt and
bounced her naked tits on over to the patrol car.

     "What's she up to?" Melinda asked.

     "Only way we keep out of getting busted half the time,"
Rubin said. "May made sure every cop in our usual hangouts
knew her mom."

     May had poked her upper half into the passenger window,
handing over her shirt and giving the two men in the car and
eye full. I could see her hands waving around in there and
she bent over giving the rest of us a rear-view eyeful. When
she turned around to come back, the candy coated smile on
her face dropped a notch. The cops moved on, driving a
little faster this time, but still cruising.

     "Said they got a call about a black man raping some
teenage girls," May said as she got back.

     "Huh," was all Kevin said.

     "Well, if that's how it's gonna be, I don't think I've
taken this for a ride yet have I?" Melinda asked, grabbing
Kevin's cock and giving it a good tug.

     "That really isn't a funny subject..." I started.

     "Shit A.C., give it a rest ok?" May said in a low
breath for me alone. She stepped over to Kevin and began
rubbing his shoulders.

     "Man..." Rubin said.

     "It just never stops," Fatima said, looking away from
Kevin and the other girls. Rubin shrugged. I was just about
to say something about maybe not doing this in front of
Fatima when I thought; we really didn't give a fuck about
that before...

     "You gonna join in A.C.?" Melinda said to me, drawing
it out as she ran a hand slowly along the underside of
Kevin's dick.

     "I'll pass." I turned away, looking out around the park
to see if I could find something else to catch my attention.
I heard May huff behind me, but nothing out of Melinda. I
wanted to hear her cry, though I wasn't really sure why.

     It didn't take long for everyone else to get busy. I
could hear the usual grunts and squeals, and soon Rubin was
in there too. Only Fatima and I stood out. "How come you
didn't?" she asked me.

     I just shrugged, not really feeling up to a full
answer, but I asked her in return; "This doesn't bother
you?"

     "I've seen stranger things back home. Here you have sex
with anybody, back home you can get married for a half hour
and it's the same result," she said. That was an interesting
comment, making me wonder just what kind of world Fatima had
come out of.

     "But you don't," I began.

     "Oh no, not me. My father would kill me if I wasn't a
virgin anymore," she said, deadpan, like she wasn't joking.

     "And this?" I asked, hefting up my tits to drive it
home.

     Behind us Melinda gasped out, "Oh shit yeah Rubin, ram
that cock up my cunt!"

     "I thought you were crazy at first, but I've been
surprised at how fast it feels normal," she said. "I
wouldn't do it, but I almost can't remember you in
clothing," she said. She tossed a thumb over her shoulder
and added, "As for that one, May, I'd be more shocked now if
she was covered."

     "But isn't it supposed to be a sin or something?" I
asked.

     "Aren't you Catholic?" she said, "maybe it's not me you
need to ask."

     I glanced back, Rubin had Melinda on her back and was
ramming into her, she was locked in a kiss with May, and
Kevin was doing May doggie style from the other end of a
long bench. I'm not sure that was really all that
comfortable when I looked at it from here. "Huh," I said.
Maybe I was asking the wrong person.

     "But like, why didn't you join?" Fatima asked.

     I shrugged again, not wanting to tell her I wasn't some
lezzie bitch. How could I still say that after these last
few days?

     "You're all crazy you know," Fatima said.

     "Huh, ain't that like the truth," I said, lighting up a
cig from my purse and passing one over to her as May burst
out with something about cumming.

     "Shoot it all over me," I heard her say next. Kevin
grunted in reply.

     I looked up and saw a couple kids standing not twenty
feet away, looking on at me and the gang behind me in
complete shock. Too young I guess, to be afraid of Fatima.

     "Coooooooool..." One of them said.

     "Fuck off you little dick scratchers," I called over,
waving my cig around like a loaded gun. They scattered, but
regrouped in a bush not far away.

     "Dick scratcher?" Fatima asked.

     "Yeah," I said, making a gesture like I was a guy
jacking off, then poking my fingers into my cunt for
emphasis and actually doing it for a bit.

     "Oh," she said, looking over the bush and then adding,
"ooooooh... yeah, I guess you're right."

     "If my little brother wasn't getting so much pussy
right now, he'd be doing the same thing," I said, nodding to
her line of sight.

     I hopped up on top of the picnic table and spread
myself open a bit, taking my hand out to play over my clit.

     "You could just join them," Fatima said.

     I paused, but then kept going with, "naw..."

     Fatima shifted a little nervously so I added, "you
should try it, its fun."

     She gave me her own, "naw..." and took a drag on the
cig I'd given her. Funny thing was, I didn't recall her
being a smoker before.

     "Can I touch it," someone said. I looked down to see
one of those kids, an older boy but not by much.

     "Fuck off kid, you're too young," I said. "Go fuck a
girl your own age or something."

     "Man what a bitch," he said walking away.

     "Aren't you still in The Program till Monday?" Fatima
asked.

     "Yeah but this ain't school," I said.

     "But it is a government park right?" she said.

     I shrugged. There wasn't anyone around checking up on
us anyway. "Not like I'd have to let them touch even if we
were in school," I said.

     "You don't?" she asked.

     "No, they just want you to think that. You gotta pose
and show it off, but no touching unless you're ok with it,"
I said.

     "Oh, that's good," she said.

     "Why?" I asked.

     "I was worried, for when they put me in it," she said.
She didn't know what I knew about Magante's plan to keep her
out.

     "Don't worry about it," I said. "I don't think you'll
have to worry about The Program much."



     ""Que onda?" Rubin asked. He was standing there beside
me. I'd missed him coming up. He still had his dick out, at
half mast and all wet like he'd just finished.

     "Looking for a dog with teeth?" I said, pointing at it.

     He just grinned but May said "Really A.C., drop it will
you." She was just behind me from the noise, so I stopped
playing with my clit and put my hand down.



     "I didn't know you don't have to let them touch you,"
Fatima said.

     "In the Program?" Melinda asked.

     "Yeah, why would anyone not want to get touched?" May
said. "That's like, fucking weird. It feels great to get
touched." And she wanted me to lay off...

     "Not everyone's a lezzie," I whispered out. Fatima gave
me a look, but May didn't catch it.



     "Shit that was a good fuck," Kevin said, coming around
in front of me. "Missed out A.C.," he added, wiggling his
cock at me after dousing it down with the contents of a
water bottle. He'd been in May after all, and it was still
going for her.

     "Always nice to have a good fuck in the early
afternoon," Rubin said.

     "I'll take a good fuck anytime," Melinda said.

     "Right on girl," May noted, her finger idly working its
way in and out of Melinda's pussy.

     "Whatever..." I said.



     "We should'a done this years ago," Rubin said.

     "Hey what's up A.C.?" Kevin asked me, coming up closer.
I tried to keep my hands off my pussy as I watched his dick
dangle there nice and tasty like.

     "I dunno, nothing," I said.

     "As if," May said. Melinda just looked confused then
gasped as May pinched her clit.

     "You're not going 'Marcy' on us are you?" Rubin asked
me. "I'd like a good toss with that cunt of yours before you
do." He grinned and reached over to grab my tit, but I
smiled back and pushed his hand off, letting it slide down
my side and over my hip before going away.

     "Something like that it looks," May said.

     "Fuck off May, I just... whatever. Like I gotta fuck
anytime anybody else does or some shit?" Truth was, maybe
Rubin had something, maybe not, but I was getting sick of
May pestering it. I gave Melinda a look. She smiled roses at
me, so I looked away wishing she'd just leave off.



     I sat and quietly watched the others until we left.
Something was really getting to me in all this. Not just my
friends giving up on our old fuck-ban, but Melinda and what
we'd been up to. With my friends, I wasn't so sure this was
the good idea we thought it was. It was fun now, but
everybody knows if you don't toss a bitch out fast,
relationships and expectations start to get in the way of
friendship. Looking at Kevin and thinking about us fucking
that first time in Lippmann's class, I realized that's true
even when the bitch is a guy.

     I didn't like where that might lead.

     Then there was Melinda, May, and I. Nobody seemed to
give a shit about us messing around, nobody but me. Cause I
knew better, thanks to Pa, I knew what your life went
through when you turned gay. Had to be the same if you went
lezzie, even bi like May. Shit, I'd seen the way Melinda's
parents acted; I knew she was in for it.

     I needed to figure this shit out, but before I could
give it much more thought Rubin came up and said, ""hey, Qu,
pedo girl? We're heading out now, you coming?"

     "Yeah," I said, getting up from my spot and joining the
group as we walked out of the park.



     "What time is it?" Kevin finally asked as we were
coming up on the old theater near where those cosplay kids
hung out.

     "Little past noon," Fatima answered. Turned out she was
the only one with a watch on.

     "They're not here today," I said, looking at the area
that held the crowds of freaks the other day.

     "Yeah, they've got some thing going on in the city,"
Rubin said. There was a pause, so he shrugged and added,
"Rick left something about it on my answering machine."

     "Why'd Rick know about it?" Kevin said.

     "Fuck if I know, he wanted to borrow my camera or
something, and then he just mentioned it and the message cut
off."



     "Why are so many shops closed up here?" Fatima asked,
looking up and down the street.

     "The mall," I said.

     "Yeah," May said. "When I was a kid we used to come
here all the time."

     "When I was a kid, we used to walk six miles just
to..." Kevin began.

     "Oh please," Fatima interrupted. "Your parents do that
to? You should hear my father talk about walking on
pilgrimage..."

     "I think that shit is universal," Rubin said.

     My pa used protests, but even he had that line down,
not that I said anything. Instead I just said, "give it
another year or two and with the Program this place will be
full of sex shops."

     "Yeah," May said in an odd moment of agreement between
us. "Like what Bill did with Albatross."

     "Man can you believe that shit?" Rubin said. "That
place is going to be so uncool..."

     "Yeah well, what with Mr. H and all, not sure I wanna
hang out there anymore anyway..." I said. Seemed like a good
idea to put some distance between Harrison and me, given
that I'd fucked him the other day and all. Not that I was
gonna admit it.



     We kept walking, down towards what amounted for an
office district in this town. At the end of the second block
I saw a sign announcing 'Cock Rock - toys on him for her;
coming soon'. Guess I was right about the sex shops.

     "You'd think with the Program there'd be more naked
people," Melinda said as we passed the grocery store. It was
one of the only places busy on a Saturday in this part of
town.

     "She's bottomless, and those kids are nude," Rubin
said, pointing across the lot at two groups leaving the
shop. The woman was the only one bottomless in a group with
her and two men, and the kids were with a man and woman in
some kind of sports uniforms. One of the kids was holding
what I thought might be a soccer ball, but I couldn't
imagine playing that naked.

     "Yeah, but who else?" Kevin said, gesturing with a wave
across the lot as May stroked on his dick from the other
side across from me. "And if you keep that up May, I'm gonna
go off."

     "That's the idea," she giggled back. I rolled my eyes
and looked around. I counted maybe seven more people in the
crowd, excluding us. With three nude girls and Kevin, we had
the highest concentration outside the kids in the van that
was nearly gone now.

     "Hey, isn't that one of Mitch's crew?" Rubin said.

     "Yeah, I think it is," I said. "Looks like Ken, though
I don't know the bitch." He was getting out of a truck with
a Dixie flag painted on it, and he was in those same chaps
from Wednesday. The bitch had an open bust thong bikini with
a triangle cut out for her cunt, and what looked like Marcy
sized tits. Some guys just went in for that sort of size and
sag I guess. She had a matching collar with a ring for a
leash, and the whole outfit was Dixie colored. When she
turned, I could see a swastika tattooed on her ass above an
Odin cross.

     "Shit I knew Mitch was racist, but that's a bit over
the top isn't it?" Kevin said.

     "Why wear a bikini top with no cups?" Fatima asked,
looking at the girl.

     "Emphasis," Melinda said. "Maybe I ought'a get one of
those." It was more like a cupless sports bra, framing her
tits in a halter-top.

     "We should fuck his ass up like we did Paul," May said.

     "No, not a fight here, not now," Rubin said."

     "But we could do his truck," I said, starting to walk
over. Ken had parked at the end of the lot, and if we were
quick we could get in some good hits before anyone saw us. I
picked up a rock.

     May gave me a look, she probably figured I was taking
something else out on Ken. But fuck, why not? I mean, the
punk deserved anything I threw him anyway.

     "Hey I got an idea," Melinda said and dragged May away
towards the front of the store while the rest of us stood
around the truck. I took my rock and smashed in his
headlights, taillights, and driver side mirror.

     Looking over I saw May and Melinda standing next to a
woman holding a clipboard giving each other tongue while
Melinda finger fucked May. When they broke apart the woman
handed them something and after a few words they started
walking over.

     "What was that about?" Fatima said, trying to join in
with Kevin and Rubin in keeping watch without seeming to be
involved.

     "Fuck if I know," Rubin said as he looked in the truck
bed. "Oh check this out." He reached in and pulled out a
crowbar with the long end sharpened for stabbing. "Guess
Kevin doesn't like tires," Rubin said as he tore into the
truck's tires.

     "Shit Rube, that's better than what I've got," I said.
I scratched over the Dixie flag. Just as I smashed in the
driver side window May and Melinda got back. I tossed my
rock into the cabin and followed over to the back where May
was putting one of those rainbow colored 'Gay Pride' bumper
stickers up next to a sticker about 'Faggots' and hell.
Melinda took a 'Go Vegan' sticker and placed it over an NRA
sticker.



     Then we walked. I caught one middle-aged mom watching
us and shooing her kids away. From the nudity, the mix, or
what we did - fuck if I knew. We took up a spot across the
street in front of a bowling alley, of all things. We wanted
Ken to see us as he came out, and that was the one place off
the lot that you couldn't avoid seeing the moment you got
outside. We could tell that by all the men doing double
takes at us girls while we waited. Of course, with May
fucking herself with her dildo, we weren't exactly hiding.



     When Ken and his bitch got out with a single shopping
bag, we waited till they saw us before everyone flipped them
off. Well, Kevin wagged his dick at them, and May mooned
them, but that only made it worse. Ken in turn just gestured
back with 'up yours', and the bitch put a hand over her eyes
as if to see us better. After that we turned and walked out
through the side road next to the bowling alley.



     "Wait'll he sees his truck," I said. Looking over I saw
Melinda turning a left over bumper sticker in her hands. It
was one of the rainbow flags, and she was giving it a long
look. I nearly stumbled when she looked up and caught me
staring. That smile on her face, those lips, that kiss...
what was I thinking... I needed to do something about her
before I ended up some kind of lezzie.

     I forced a frown and turned away.



     Halfway down the alley and we still heard Ken yell out,
"I'm gonna kill that fucking nigger!" We all bust out
laughing then took off running until we got a good three
blocks away.

     "Fuck that was good," Kevin said, when we stopped for a
breath.

     "Hey maybe the mall's picked up now?" Rubin said.

     "That's all we got left in this town, isn't it?" May
said.

     "Looks like it," Melinda said, as we passed by the
block with the closed up shops again. "...and my dad turned
down an offer in San Francisco to come here."

     "You'd rather live there?" Fatima asked. "I've heard
that city is crazy."

     "A.C. was born there, weren't you?" Kevin said, looking
to me. Only May knew why I didn't talk about that.

     "Yeah, but we left when I was too young to remember
it," I lied.

     We passed a couple of girls trying out the 'knicker-
girl' fad and giggling about the wind on their pussies. The
distraction for the guys kept them off subject long enough
for it to drop. When we got close they hushed up, gave us
the once over, and scurried away. I suppose it didn't help
that Kevin grabbed his dick and wagged it at them yelling
"hey baby, don'cha wanna suck? I'll bite if you suck!"

     "Man you need to put that thing away," Rubin said.

     "Fuck no man," Kevin said. "I'm not the naked one here
anyway."

     "What?" I said. "You look pretty out there to me." To
make the point, I grabbed his dick. That always got a guy's
attention. Once I had it, I figured it needed a few strokes,
and he didn't seem to mind.

     Kevin just said, "clothed, I'm about as invisible as a
black man can get in this town. They might treat me like
shit, but they're smooth about it. Like this, they either
love it or they hate it, and they don't make any effort to
hide it."

     "That's a fucking weird idea," Rubin said.

     "Yeah, but it's true," Kevin said. "By getting stripped
off, I've exposed them." He waved a hand at the knicker
girls down the block.

     "Maybe," Fatima said. "Maybe they just weren't ready
for all the wiggling you guys are doing." She gave Kevin and
me the best point she could manage without actually seeming
to be looking.

     "Dressed like that?" May said.

     "They did seem new to it," Melinda said. She waved down
in the general direction of where the knicker girl tryouts
had gone.

     "And I'm not?" Kevin said.

     "You're a guy," May said.

     "Look who's talking," Rubin said. "May, yeah sure. But
you two;" he waved over Melinda and me and continued with,
"you two didn't go naked until a few days ago."

     "Yeah," I said. "You didn't seem all that shy back at
Girl Pop."



     Kevin's car was in the lot when we reached the Mall by
late afternoon. We got cigs out and had a smoke, not saying
anything and watching people park. May gave the trunk a look
like it was stashing a shirt she might go for, but she must
have figured better given the whole routine last time.

     The back entrance was clear of protestors, and we
slipped in with the traffic. I didn't get stopped this time,
even though I'd removed the little wristband. With a bigger
crowd, I guess they just didn't have the energy or boredom
to bother. It did make me wonder just what the Mall got out
of agreeing to enforce the Program on us. It wasn't like
they needed it to drive up business.



     The guys wanted to hit the video game shop first, so we
made our way over, passing Girl Pop on the way. Glancing in,
the place was full of what looked like giggling freshmen,
making a fuss over the bottomless boys in their funny
leather harnesses.

     "Recognize any of them?" Fatima asked me.

     I looked over to see her watching me watch the shop.
"No, must be from the other high school," I said. Which only
meant one of them might know Mitch. A bit of a paranoid
thought, but after what we'd done earlier, I was still
sniffing for trouble. Not like I knew what even half our own
freshmen looked like...



     At the game shop the guys went straight to the 'ND-X'
section to check out the same game Rosa and Miguel had been
on lately. That 'Tenyari's Tale' game. "The twins have been
playing that," I said.

     "Yeah, I heard it's got some pretty fucked up scenes in
it with a wolf guy if you know the cheat codes," Rubin said.

     "Naw, he's a regular part of the story," Kevin said.

     "Yeah, but he's got an -extra scene- if you catch my
drift," Rubin said, making a jacking off motion.

     "Man... I do not want to know about that kind of shit,"
Kevin said.

     While they were talking I flipped through a strategy
guide with all sorts of pictures of the red head getting
fucked by an array of faeries, knights, and monsters. Shit
that didn't make much sense to me, though I figured the
twins would get it.

     "Oh my... I gotta get out of here!" Fatima called out,
pointing to the shelf before quickly skipping away to the
other end of the store. I glanced over but Melinda beat me
to it, picking up a game and handing it to May.

     "Creamy Peepy Sheep," May called out. "Didn't you say
something 'bout this Kevin?" She flipped the box around,
"Oh, shit, even -I- wouldn't do that..."

     Kevin grabbed one off the shelf, flipped it around, and
said; "whoa, isn't that shit still illegal?"

     "Apparently not when its in 3D," Rubin said.

     "I thought it was supposed to be based on the
cartoon..." Kevin said.

     "You watched that shit?" May asked, glancing over while
handing the box back to Melinda.

     "Well, after yesterday I just had to see it," Kevin
said.

     "You gonna buy that?" We all turned and noticed three
of the store staff, in fact, all three from the looks of it,
standing around watching us.

     Kevin gave them a look, put the box back on the shelf,
and just walked out without saying a word.

     "Yeah, like I've got a place I could hide it if I was
stealing it..." I said on my own way out. Fatima was already
out there, munching on one of those giant pretzels from the
store across the way. Everybody else followed me out.

     "Damn man, you chased all the bitches out," I heard
called out from somewhere in the shop.



     "What happened?" Melinda asked.

     "We get that shit sometimes," Rubin said. What he
didn't say was that we only got it when Kevin or he was
around. Never with Rick. Though this time, it might have
just been the presence of a naked guy, let alone that he was
black. A video game shop was the kind of place where the
staff all probably supported everything about the Program
that was female, and strongly disliked the rest.

     Melinda shook her head. I figured she didn't get it.
White people can be so blind when they don't want to see.
She'd never really see the way it got asked, and how often,
until she'd been around it enough.



     "Let's get something to eat guys," Rubin said.

     Standing in line for pizza at the food court someone
behind called out, "I've got a reasonable request."

     "What the fuck?" Melinda said, she'd followed me
instead of May, who'd gone for burgers. The rest of the gang
went for the noodle line, along with two security guys
keeping more of an eye on Kevin than was needed. We looked
back, expecting some idiot to be hassling us to let him cop
a feel. Instead I saw a girl I didn't know rolling her eyes
and assuming the classic pose of legs spread and arms up
over behind her neck. I didn't recognize the boys either.
Three of them, circling her.

     "Can I touch it?" one of them said to her.

     "Jack... its fucking Saturday, Program's over," the
girl said.

     "That's not what Mr. Beardson said. He said Program
rules held in the Mall too," a boy I guessed for Jack
replied.

     "Your ass is mine when your number comes up Jack. Go
ahead, might as well get it over with," the girl said. I
wondered who Mr. Beardson was.

     "They must be from the other school," Melinda said.
"You think we might get hassled too?" she added.

     "Not you, you're not in," I said. "And nobody'd dare
fuck with me."

     "I would, I already have, remember," Melinda said,
giving me a wink and a smile.

     "Don't talk about that here," I said. I noticed the guy
in front of us glance back and give us both the look-over.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" I said to him.

     "Dress like that, you're asking for it," He said.

     "Jerk," I said, before turning around to watch 'Jack'
jack-off the Program girl. He was already into finger
fucking her by the time I got another look.

     "Damn..." I heard the guy from the line say behind me.
Well, I guess I could agree with him on one thing.

     "I can't wait till my Program week," Melinda said.

     "You've already been acting like that," I said to her.

     "Not the... yeah, guess you're right. Wanna do me like
that?" she said.

     "Cut it out, will you?" I told her. Her smile turned to
a frown. She really didn't get it. Jack was building up
speed - the girl was being held up at the shoulders by his
friends. A couple people looked on in concern and I could
see a security guard walking over. That was odd, seeing how
just the other day we'd watched a knicker girl get fucked in
almost the same spot.



     "Hey babe, I'll do you like that anytime," the guy from
in front of me in the line said.

     "Fuck off," Melinda and I said in time to each other.
He was like, thirty fucking thousand years old. Fucking
geezer, hitting on us. Then again, he was younger than Mr.
H...

     "Snobby little bitches..." he said.

     "Next already, come on man, what do you want?" someone
called. Looking back I realized the line had cleared and
this guy in front of me was next. He moved forward and
ordered a combo slice.

     We ordered our own and went to join the gang at a table
they'd already picked out. I watched as the security guard
came and interrupted 'Jack', they exchanged a few words, and
then as the guard left Jacked picked up right where he'd
left off.

     I sat on the end near Fatima, forcing Melinda to go
over to between Rubin and May. Fatima tried her best not to
notice, but she had me next to her in full view and two
pairs of tits right across from her. Not to mention Kevin on
her right.



     "So who you think's gonna get picked Monday?" Kevin
said.

     "I would'a figured you, but now that you're naked I'm
not so sure," I said.

     "Why me?" Kevin asked, taking a sip of soda. "Good to
finally get some meat for lunch."

     "Yeah no shit," May said, biting into her burger.

     "Well, I figured Magante was gunning for us," I said.
"Looking to see how long she could use us to test her
theories or something."

     "Theories? A.C., you're sounding like your dad," Rubin
said.

     "Yeah, but, I overheard her and Mr. H. and it sounded
like she was talking about us," I said after putting my
pizza slice down. "Figure she thinks we're a model for when
they take it to the big cities."

     "Huh," May said. "Sounds a little cracked up to me."

     "Hey I just take it as I hear it," I said. "Maybe
she'll drag in Marcy."

     "That might be fun to see," Rubin said, holding his
hands up to his chest like he was cupping a pair of huge
tits.

     "Guys..." Melinda said. "It's all tits and ass."

     "Don't forget the front end," Rubin said, his hand
going under the table, after which Melinda jumped and then
seemed to ease down into his palm.

     "Got me there," she said. "And don't dare let go."

     "Damn girl, you're already wet," Rubin said, working
his hands below the table.

     "Oh brother," Fatima said, when Rubin pulled his hand
up and licked a finger. "You guys just don't stop."

     You had to wonder. We made her nervous nearly every
minute, but she didn't leave.



     Walking past Purrfect Pussy on the way, we caught Sandy
making her way out with Calvin and Paul, on leashes. Those
three had gone from virgins to bondage fuck bunnies in only
a week from the looks of it. Sandy even had a bunny ears
headband on, with a purple feather in it. It was about all
she had on, other than thigh boots and a long sleeve purple
shirt that ended just below her collarbone, above her
breasts. She looked like some kind of freaked out naked
pimp. It looked like she'd managed to pierce both nipples
already, and her pussy was swollen with the look of sex. As
for Calvin and Paul, they were in white lacey chaps with
little red bow ties on white-laced collars and nothing else,
not even shoes. Calvin was hard, but Paul's dick was soft
and wet looking. I guess it was pretty obvious where he'd
just finished putting it.

     "Hey Alandra!" Sandy said.

     "Hey guys, been having fun there Paul?" I said. Melinda
shifted a bit next to me, and the look May was giving them
reminded me of a deer caught in headlights. Fatima seemed to
have disappeared...

     "What the fuck are you guys into?" Kevin said.

     "No shit," Rubin said.

     Paul smiled, but didn't answer, nor did Calvin. "Today
they aren't allowed to speak to anyone but me, and only when
I tell them they can," Sandy said, giving me a wink.
"Tomorrow, I get to be the bitch."

     "You kids... guys... aren't going a little too fast
here are you?" I said.

     "We're just playing," Sandy said. "Hey you guys still
in the Program right? They told us the Program was still
going here when we came in the doors."

     "Me and May, sort of," I said. "But that's it."

     "Darn," Sandy said. "I wanted to see if I could get a
request out of him;" she pointed at Kevin, causing the leash
connecting her wrist to Calvin's waist to jingle. I had a
brief thought of what it would be like to attach that thing
to a cock ring, but figured that might get dangerous in a
crowd...

     "I'm Kevin," Kevin said. "What were you thinking? I
don't go for that bondage shit."

     "Naw, I want to know what it's like to get it in all
three holes at once," Sandy said. I took a step back. She -
was- getting out of control. "We did front and back before
coming here, but I'd need one more guy to get my mouth."

     "Looks like you just did front again..." I said. She
blushed. I don't know how a girl with thoughts like hers
could blush, but she did.

     "Yeah, it was fun. I got a massage in there, and they
let me fuck Paul before I left the chair," Sandy pointed
back to Purrfect Pussy. I wondered why Calvin had been left
out, but thought better of asking. "Hey you're still in the
Program though... I've got a request for you Alandra."

     "Sandy, I'm really not in the mood for..." Calvin
slumped a little.

     "Oh, ok," Sandy started. "I just wanted to..."

     "Excuse me miss, but if your in the Program you have to
follow the rules," a new voice said. I looked to my right
and it was a Mall greeter - maybe from one of the
information booths or something. He gave me a look like he
was expecting something.

     "It's ok," Sandy said. "I've changed my mind." She knew
she valued my good side more than any Program. That put her
and her boys up a notch in my mind, even if I did think they
were going at it a little too fast for their own good.

     "Doesn't matter miss," the mall guy said to Sandy. He
turned back to me and said, "I'd like to see the inside of
your pussy little lady."

     Little lady? Who was this punk? "Come on man, what kind
of shit is that?" Kevin said.

     Rubin took a step forward.

     "Perfectly reasonable," the guy said. "You play by the
Program rules or you leave the mall, miss..." he paused. I
noticed the earpiece when he moved to push it into his ear
better. "Cabrera is it? Yeah, they're telling me you are on
the Program. Charlie says he gave you a bracelet this
morning." He looked to my wrist, and then to May's. We'd
ditched the bracelets after we left the mall hours ago. "Why
don't the two of you sit on the benches over there and
spread yourselves open for us all?"

     "Hey it ain't reasonable if A.C. doesn't feel like
doing it," Rubin said.

     "Well I won't force you, but I will have to ask you all
to leave," the guy said.

     "Fine, whatever..." I said. I dragged May over and we
sat down, leaned back, lifted our legs and spread out. "What
the fuck's in it for the Mall anyway?" I asked. He didn't
answer. After a minute he just turned and walked away.

     "Sorry," Sandy said. "I didn't think..."

     "Don't worry about it," May said.

     "Kevin right?" Sandy said, looking at Kevin. "Anytime
you're willing Kevin, or you," she looked at Rubin,
"anytime..." for emphasis she stuck her finger in her pussy
and pumped it for a moment. "Well, we should go. The boys
have toys to use on me..."



     After she left Kevin, dick hanging out and all, with
May standing naked at his said, just said, "Man A.C., where
do you come up with these freaks?" I just shook my head.
Somehow, Fatima was back and on the other side of Kevin, but
not as close to him as May was.

     "No shit..." I said.

     Behind them, in the window display to Purrfect Pussy,
some lady I could have sworn had been a teacher of mine last
year was getting her cunt shaved while in the seat next to
her a girl of about twenty or so was getting dildo fucked
while a guy held her hand.

     "We could have just left," Melinda said.

     "Yeah, probably should have," May said. "All that
bother and he didn't even have the decency to fuck me." She
was returning to normal I guess.

     "Aren't you still on the..." Kevin began.

     "Didn't stop us yesterday," Rubin said.

     "Yeah," May said. "So we gonna hang here all day or
what?"



     "I need to stop in at Studly's," Kevin said.

     "Studly's?" Melinda said, giving Kevin a look that
ended with his dick, which had managed to find its way into
her hand.

     "Yeah, new shop; saw it the other day. Program friendly
for teenage guys," Kevin said. "Meaning unlike everywhere
else, I can get something to wear while nude."

     "Doesn't that defeat the point?" I said, as we started
walking.

     "You know how much a pain it is to carry a wallet like
this?" Kevin said. "Its not like I have a collection of
purses like you two."

     "So what can you do?" I asked.

     "Well, I was talking to those guys in Girl Pop, and
they said I could get something like the harness things they
wear, over at Studly's."



     Studly's lived up to the name. One look at the place
and Fatima sighed before slipping away to the sports card
shop next door. Logo was a naked barbarian guy with what, if
he weren't a cartoon but a real man, would have been a two
foot long dick - soft. The character was dressed in an 'X'
harness and cock ring, and held up a sword taller than he
was. A naked female figure reclined under him cupping his
massively overdrawn balls in one hand. The staff working
there was all female, all teen to early twenties at most,
and all naked. Two of them were getting fucked while we
walked in, on couches near the back under a sign that said
'fitting area'. I only knew they were staff by the look of
their 'barbarian boots'.

     "Just what are those two 'fitting'?" Melinda said.

     A girl arranging chaps next to us said, "vibrating cock
rings most likely. Stacy always volunteers for fittings of
those." She was a red head, and bush, like Melinda, with a
silver labia ring and an ID badge hanging from a nipple
piercing. She pointed out a pair of legs sticking out from
under a guy working up a healthy pumping action. Vibrating
cock ring? What a concept.



     "Hey where can I find a harness like in the sign?"
Kevin asked her, pointing to a sign above the counter that
had the logo guy on it.

     She just reached over and took Kevin by the dick before
saying, "follow me."

     They went over to a corner of the store and we watched
as Kevin tried out a number of different designs. They had
'X' shapes with a belt on the waist, without, or even just a
shoulder sash with or without a waist belt. In the end Kevin
went in for the shoulder sash with belt, all made from
imported hemp. To 'demonstrate' the 'functionality' of the
piece the girl gave him a quickie blowjob. That only served
to get three more guys wandered by outside to come in and
line up for a purchase. Three guys that had been standing
around in the mall aisle where we were waiting, eyeing my
clit ring from the looks of it. As Kevin clipped his wallet
to the belt of his new harness, I watched one of the guys
start fucking the same girl who'd helped us out. You had to
wonder just how sore her cunt would be by the end of the
day.

     "Man, I should start walking around with my shit
hanging in the breeze like that too," Rubin said.

     "Hey... you wouldn't believe the amount of action I've
been getting," Kevin said.

     "Yeah man, I've been here seeing it go down," Rubin
said.

     "Don't you mean, her go down?" Melinda said. "If you
ask me, I think you've got a good idea Rubin. I'd give that
cock another ride if you whipped it out for us."



     Five minutes later Rubin was on his way -out- of
Studly's, with a pair of jeans on that had a hole to let his
dick dangle in the wind. Thanks to a quick suck from
Melinda, it was soft for the moment.



     We picked up Fatima with a bag full of sports cards,
pins, and posters and walked. "For my brother," she said.
"It took a while to find enough stuff without naked guys on
it. I thought men couldn't go nude?"

     "Sports is different," May said.

     "Yeah," Kevin added. "Though if I have anything to say
about it, by the time I'm twenty one men will be allowed to
undress as well. Total bullshit if you ask me..."

     "Men going naked?" Melinda said, giving Kevin a raised
eyebrow and a once over.

     "No, men not allowed to," Kevin said. "I mean, what the
fuck is up with that?"

     "Threat," Rubin said. "I mean come on Kev, I've been on
edge since you've been dangling it about. I think I can
understand..."

     "Yeah well, what's this then?" I asked, grabbing
Rubin's cock.

     "I'm just saying, I think men find other men
threatening," Rubin said.

     "And it's a bit of a target," May said. "Guy got his
dick out, other guys are gonna go for it if they toss it
up." She made a snipping gesture with her left hand.

     "Maybe I should put my jeans back on..." Rubin said,
edging a little closer to me and away from May and, or at
least in my mind, her collection of suddenly appearing
knives. For kicks I started jacking him off, even though he
was soft.

     "Yeah well, then why let us go naked as teens?" Kevin
said. "They're just tempting trouble that way - teens are
more amped up."

     "Fuck if I know man, ask my Pa, I'm sure he's got a
theory somewhere," I said.

     "Your father would probably say it gets us girls to
have sex more in our 'forming years,'" May said.

     "Yeah, but he wouldn't say it like that," I said. I
glanced at Melinda for a second and then added, "He'd
probably throw in some conspiracy to get gays as the
reason."



     Leaving the Mall we thought of heading over to school.
Over summer we'd found a way to get on the roof, and we had
a good stash up there taped to the inside of the air
conditioning ducts. A lot of weed and a little meth none of
us had been willing to try out yet. Rick thought it seemed
cool at the time he bought it, but not after I told him
about 'her' and why my Pa moved away from California.

     "Anyone go up there this week?" May had asked. "See if
our shit's still there?"

     "If they'd found it, there would have been some kind of
announcement," Rubin pointed out.

     "You guys really keep a stash of weed right on the
campus?" Fatima asked.

     "Sure, why not?" I said. "Last year we sold a bit
around campus after Danny got busted."

     "Danny?" Melinda asked.

     "Yeah, he used to deal out between the building and the
gym, but the police busted his ass last February."

     "Drugs?" Melinda said; taking a puff from a joint Kevin
passed back in the car.

     "Naw, breaking and entering of all things," Rubin said.
"Unlike when A.C. got busted, he was 17 and it was armed, so
he got sent away."

     "A.C.?" Melinda looked at me with big eyes, passing her
joint to May.

     "Yeah," I said. "I got busted way back when breaking
into, of all places, Mr. Harrison's house."

     "Fucking eh..." Melinda said.

     "And they still let you go to school?" Fatima said.

     "I was only ten back then," I said. "Before I started
here, before I knew who Mr. H. was. Danny had a loaded gun,
and I heard the police claimed it had been used in a
shooting over in the city."

     "So you guys just took his spot?" Fatima asked.

     "Kind of," Rubin said. "I mean, we don't deal in a big
way or nothing, but a couple people wanted some shit, after
Danny was gone, and we used it to keep the right people from
messing with us."

     "Yeah, like, we sell to two people in the
administration office. That keeps shit from getting written
up sometimes," I said.

     "Hey guys, I'm not sure I want to go on that roof with
you. I can't get into trouble like that. My father would
literally kill me," Fatima said. Everybody else grinned, but
I wasn't so sure she was kidding. I didn't doubt the man
wouldn't actually kill his own daughter.

     "It's cool," Kevin said. "If you're cool."

     "Hey I'm cool," Fatima said.

     "Yeah, me too," Melinda said.

     "Hey, what the fuck is that?" May called out. "Kev,
turn around and pull in over there." She pointed out a place
lit up in red, blue, and yellow neon halfway down the block
behind us. We were on another of those blocks with half
closed up shops, and half new establishments. Pa said the
mayor was trying to use the new changes to revitalize the
city.

     Kevin pulled into a place called 'Tz-that', it looked
like some kind of night club, but it said 'for teens only'
below the neon on the curb and on the front door sign. The
lot was half full, and two other cars pulled in before we
were done parking.

     "How come we never heard of this place?" I said.

     "Maybe that's why," Melinda said, pointing out a paper
sign left of the front door that said 'Grand Opening' and
below that a welcome party sponsored by the student council
of the other high school in town. We were more in their turf
than our own...

     "Let's check it out anyway," Rubin said.



     At the door they had a big guy and a bottomless woman
chatting and waiting. They waved in one group of three
before we got there. "...why didn't you?" the woman finished
as I got close enough to hear. There wasn't too much
business or a line. I figured they were mostly there for
show.

     "Can't, new ERA says equal but different. They've got
all these legal exceptions, and that ain't one of them.
Lawyer said I had to charge em both the same prices," the
guy said, through a French accent. "Even a Lady's night
would be unconstitutional, despite the nudity."

     "So that's why they dropped the discounts at the
Mall..." the woman said.

     "That's what I'm thinking," he said. "A good idea, till
the lawyers showed up."

     "Can we still come in if we don't go there?" Fatima
blurted out as we met the doorman, pointing to the paper
sign.

     "Hey..." I said, trying to get their attention.

     "Oh that?" the doorman said, finally looking up and
gesturing at the paper sign. "Party was yesterday, we're
open to all teens today. You kids go to downtown?"

     "Yeah," I said, nudging Fatima.

     "We're doing a party for your school in two weeks, I'm
trying to get your principal to agree to an announcement
still."

     "Huh, you the owner then?" Kevin asked.

     "Yeah," he said. "Towns needs a night hangout for
teens; one that's safe, and Program friendly. I see you kids
are already good for that." his glance made a beeline for my
clit and stayed there, while his hand caressed the ass of
the now silent nearly naked woman next to him. Looking down,
I noticed he'd come up from underneath her and had a finger
working to get into her pussy. Like Ms. Lippmann had said,
employment for women is going to get complicated.

     The man glanced at his watch and May asked, "what time
you got?"

     "About eight," he said. "It'll probably pick up in an
hour or so." being a teen spot, I guess they didn't exactly
run as late as an adult club would.

     "You guys still want to go in if the crowds going to be
mostly from uptown?" Rubin said.

     "Sure," I said, stepping in. When we got past the door
guy and found ourselves in a short hallway before a red
curtain I added, "Fuck em anyway. If they want trouble."

     There was a 'coat check' booth on the right in the
hallway, with a naked girl manning it and a small alcove to
step into and hand stuff over.

     To the left of her booth they had a mountain of framed
paperwork on the wall with a light shining on it. I caught
'Health Department', 'approved', and a Program logo before
the girl spoke up and switched my attention. "Excuse me,"
she said, stopping us. "Girls have to strip before
entering," she looked at Fatima and shrugged. That's when I
noticed she was the same race as Fatima - dark and south
Asian, but without the accent. She also had a cross on a
necklace.

     Kevin noticed it too, he got hard in a second, and
looked back and forth between them as if he'd suddenly
figured he liked the type, and now had an idea what might be
under all those cloths Fatima wore.

     "Uh..." Fatima said. "I can't do that."

     "Well it's the rule, I'll get busted if I let you in,"
she said.

     "Hey it's cool Sharvani, let her in anyway, just for
today," we heard from back at the door. The guy from outside
was looking in at us. "Not like our rules have been
announced to you guys yet. Wouldn't really be fair to hold
you to them until we're more known."

     "Hey thanks man," Kevin called back.

     Fatima let out a long sigh. "I figured I'd have to take
off and go home," she said. The booth girl gave her a frown
and muttered something beneath her breath. Fatima turned
away and moved past us into the club.

     "You pay for everything on the way out," she said. "Put
on these," she passed us each a tagged bracelet. I took an
extra for Fatima. "They'll take the tag number down for
anything you order, and I collect when you leave. I need at
least one credit card, for security reasons."

     Kevin passed over a card, as did May. I just gave her
my Purse, after which everybody joined in and she gave me a
second bracelet with a key design that I passed to Rubin.
All our stuff ended up in a hanging bag with a tag that
matched the key-bracelet. "Pierre thinks this will avoid mix
ups," she said. I guessed that was the boss outside.

     "Any virgins?" she asked, looking between Melinda, May,
and me.

     "Uh... no," I said. "Why?"

     "No virgins allowed," she said. "We're supposed to
check it when you come in on busy nights, somebody will
probably be around in a few minutes." I wondered what that
was about; thinking Fatima probably was a virgin.



     Past the curtain we hit a typical scene for a club;
tables on three sides, a stage with a window to a DJ booth
behind it, and a dance floor in the middle. A second floor
ringing balcony area had more tables along the edge and
space behind I could see.     Stairs up on the left of the
stage, and down on the right. All the staff, from those I
could tell for staff; were naked. Three girls our age with
collars on, little French berets, white cuffs, and army
boots - which was kind of odd until I thought about broken
glass. The guys were the same; only instead of collars they
had white ties. All the girls had clit rings, and all the
guys cock rings. Each also had a belt with a few things
clipped to it. To the left of the curtain there was a bar
and a door on the far wall that said 'Employees Only'. There
were only maybe fifteen or twenty other kids in the place,
making us the largest group there.

     "I'm gonna check the bar," I said.

     "I'll find a good table," Fatima said. "Can you get me
a soda, I can't drink alcohol." Rubin started to follow
Fatima, but then picked up a call on his cell phone.

     "It's illegal to sell that to us anyway," Kevin said.
"I gotta see what's downstairs, I'll be back."

     May and Melinda followed me to the bar, and yeah, all
it sold was sodas, coffee, and energy drinks. Well, that and
snacks. It ended with a services section that had prices for
some really strange shit. Like if you wanted a blowjob, or
wanted to fuck one of the girls who worked in the place.
Every waiter and waitress, according to the menu, did double
duty as a prostitute. Wow... I wondered what would happen if
Melinda asked one of the waitresses to suck on her pussy...
or if she could only get one of the guys.



     A waiter came up and repeated the virgin question. I
gave him a once over, he wasn't bad looking, and I pegged
him for about the same age as us. Nice cock too, shaved like
me, and semi-hard but a little shiny like he'd fucked in the
last few minutes. "I have to check," he said. He reached
forward and slid a finger into me, like it was just the
natural thing to do, then said, "You're good."

     "You can check me with this," May said, grabbing his
dick.

     "I'm supposed to charge you for a fuck," he said, but
he still turned May around, bent her over, and quickly slid
his dick in and out. "No charge for that," he said. For
Melinda, he just poked a finger in and then thanked us all
and walked away.

     "That was way too fucking weird..." Melinda said.

     "You're telling me?" I said.

     May looked put out. "Now I need a real fuck," May said.
"What kind'a guy just puts it in for one thrust?"

     We grabbed a bunch of shit and wandered around until we
found Fatima on the second floor claiming a table that
overlooked the stage and dance floor. "Privacy," she said.

     "Hey, Rick and Marcy are on their way over," Rubin said
when he found us. "They just got back from the city."

     "They hooking up?" I asked.

     "I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised," He said.
"Rick's had it for Marcy for a while."

     "Yeah, I think that runs both ways," May said.

     Kevin had a big grin when he found us. "Shit man, you
guys gotta check out downstairs," he said. "Padded floor,
and wall to wall cushions. They got porn vids running on
screens on all four walls and a couple stands to dance or
fuck on."

     "This is a teen hangout?" Fatima asked.

     "Hey, like the guy said, Program friendly," May said,
getting up. "I think I'll go see if I can get a fuck in. I
need one after that virgin check. Anyone down there Kevin?"

     "Virgin check?" Fatima asked.

     "Yeah, there's two girls and maybe five guys or so,"
Kevin said.

     "You really don't want to know," May said, looking at
Fatima, and then running off for the stairs.

     I touched Fatima's arm and whispered over, "what did
that girl out front say to you?"

     "I figured she was an American, and wouldn't hold that
kind of hatred," Fatima said.

     "A lot of people here seem scared of you though," I
said.

     "Yeah, scared, but not hatred, not like what goes on in
the old country," she said.

     "She's the first girl I've seen from your people other
than you," I said.

     "She's not one of my people," Fatima said somewhat
coldly.

     "Yeah, sorry, but you know what I mean," I said.

     "We all look alike?" She said it quick, but she also
grinned at me.

     "Well no I..., no yeah... you're the only person I've
ever met like you. I don't know how to tell the different
groups apart just by looking," I said. It was the truth,
though I hated to admit something like that.

     "Hey I'm just messing with you," she said. "After all
you guys put me through with this," she gestured over my
body, "I've earned a few." I never did get her to tell me
what the other girl had said.



     We chilled for a bit, listening to dance music and
watching people filter in. The crowd doubled in only half
and hour, and we weren't the only people from our school,
but it was mostly strangers.

     A couple people started dancing near the end of that
time. Girls mostly, doing a bump and grind routine mixed
with finger fucking themselves. That made it obvious why
they had the rule to get girls naked. They wanted a nudie
show, but without having to pay anybody. "Smart..." I
quietly said.

     "Huh?" Kevin said over the music.

     "Oh nothing, thinking about dancing," I said. I started
to get up, but then Rubin grabbed my arm in a vice grip.

     "Shit... check it out... I never thought I'd see the
day..." he said. I followed his glance. We all did. Coming
through the curtain was Rick, followed by Marcy. She was in
her birthday suit.

     "Fuck her tits are huge!" Kevin said. I didn't know
what to say exactly. I mean, I knew she was big, we all
could see that under those thick shirts she wore, but this
was back injury waiting to happen big. Big enough that she
was supporting them under folded arms as the two of them
stood in the middle of the dance floor between songs looking
around for us.

     May popped out of nowhere and ran up to jump on Marcy,
who for her part suddenly thrust out her arms to hold the
other girl at length. That's when I noticed that May had
splotches of what could only be cum all over her hair and
backside. From Marcy's reaction, and the way Rick's eyes
bugged out, I guessed she must've looked even worse from the
front.

     May was bouncing up and down, trying to drag Marcy into
it, and then she pointed up to us, said something to Marcy,
and ran off again.



     "What was that about?" I asked Marcy when she arrived.

     "She's going to get hosed off," Rick said, sitting down
between Fatima and I.

     "Fuck, never mind that, girl, nice to finally see you,"
Kevin said, leering at Marcy.

     "They've got hoses?" Fatima said.

     "Fucking coat girl wouldn't let me in till I stripped
off," Marcy said. Then she looked at Fatima with a glare. "I
see she'll let -you- in. What's up with that?"

     "Probably not hoses, maybe a shower though if they've
got a fuck room," Melinda said.

     "Not what you think Marce," I quickly got in. "I gather
that girl wanted to flay Fatima, but her boss made the
call."

     "Huh!" Marcy let out. Fatima shrugged.

     "Girl, those aren't tits, they're fucking udders,"
Kevin said, reaching over to touch Marcy's breasts.

     "Hey..." Marcy started, but then unfolded her hands to
let him get a grope. "Whatever..." she said. "Now you know
why I always stay covered."

     "So who did your pussy?" Melinda asked, looking down
into Marcy's crotch. I'd noticed her pubes had a blue and
white pattern when she'd come in...

     "So, how the fuck you guys find this place?" Marcy
asked, switching gears.

     I figured she must've gone to Purrfect Pussy from the
way they'd recognized her the other day. "May saw it as we
drove by," I said.

     "Come here Marce," Kevin said, slapping his thigh. He
gave Rick a look. No, not a look, more of a raised eyebrow
pause.

     "Hey don't look at me man," Rick said. Marcy got up to
go over to Kevin, she made to sit beside him, but he grabbed
her hips and slid her into his lap.

     "Oh..." Marcy said, sitting up a little and putting her
hand down into her crotch. She came up with Kevin's dick,
which she left lying there; coming up between her legs.
Kevin was kneading Mary's breasts, and it was clear she was
doing something down there with his cock.

     "Man, these are heavy," Kevin said, pulling Marcy's
tits out by the nipples. Oddly, I noticed that I thought May
had better nipples. Smaller tits, more firm, but May had
huge nipples. Marcy's were kinda small, despite the massive
weighty nature of her boobs. They were so big Kevin couldn't
even fit them in his hands, and none of us could stop
looking. If she didn't have Kevin's dick to play with, Marcy
probably would have been a bit on edge from the attention.
Even Fatima kept stealing double takes.

     "Time to dance," Rubin said, getting up.

     "Whoa man! What's up with that?" Rick said, waving at
Rubin's crotch. Which indeed was up.

     "They talked me into it at the Mall," Rubin said. We
did? whatever worked for him I guess. Melinda followed him
up and took his cock in hand. For Rubin's part, he goosed
her from behind and didn't let go.

     "Coming?" Melinda called back. I figured what the heck
and got up with them.

     "Let's go then," Kevin said to Marcy.

     "I can't dance without a bra on," she said.

     "We'll go for the slow tunes," Kevin said. "Plus, you
gotta check this place out."

     "People are gonna laugh at me, swinging these things
around," Marcy said, hefting up Kevin's hands that in turn
hefted her tits up.

     "Trust me," I said. "No one's gonna laugh at those.
That's like a guy with a five foot long dick..."

     "Man, that would be fucking weird," Rick said. "I think
I'll sit it out for a while."

     "Me too," Fatima said. "I don't wanna make a scene."
She gestured over her outfit. Yeah, she was the only woman
in the place with a covered crotch and tits. If people
noticed her there'd be some kind of trouble for sure.

     "Ok," I said, taking Marcy's hand before she could
object any more.

"We ought'a go find May," Rick said as we started to walk
away from them.

     "No way am I going down there," Fatima said to him.

     "I wonder what those guys May's doing are gonna think
when they realize what's coating their dicks?" I said.

     "Oh gross," Rubin said as made our way down the stairs.

     The dance floor had about fifteen people on it when we
got there. About the size of the entire crowd in the place
when we first arrived. It was about half girls, and they
were lining up with a dance that really worked the hips. We
joined right in, and Marcy immediately became the focus of
attention with her tits swaying around. Guys are so tit
focused.

     We followed the dance through. Some red head in the
middle seemed to be leading things to an R&B song, following
along with a dancer on a music video they had going on a
huge screen behind the stage to the side of the DJ booth.
The whole thing involved shaking your ass, squatting in and
rubbing your clit, some steps, a little breast play, and a
little spinning. Fun, and man did it get me going and
needing a fuck.

     It didn't hurt that I kept seeing the three girls who
worked the place get felt up by guys every time they went to
a table. I noted that they didn't note anything for copping
a feel, even one in the pussy or a quick kiss on a tit, but
they did every time one of the guys lingered with it.
Halfway through the dance, and I saw one of them get bent
over a table and fucked from behind. This place was just
wild. I wondered how much she made from doing that.

     I stepped off when the song was over. A slow routine
kicked up and Melinda paired off with Rubin while Kevin took
Marcy. Some guys stepped in for the other girls on the
floor, and a few people left off like me. This time around,
there was no group routine, just a whole lot of dirty bump
and grind. Midway through Kevin started fucking Marcy, right
on the dance floor. He just bent her over and went at it
from behind. She held herself up with a hand on a pole and a
hand in her crotch while he kept kneading her tits.



     "Excuse me," a guy I didn't know came up and said.
"You've got a really pretty pussy and I'd like to eat you
out."

     "Damn boy, you're forward," I said. A year ago, and
maybe even a week ago anywhere else, and I would have kicked
his ass for that line.

     "Why beat around the bush, when I can just get my
tongue right into it?" he said.

     "Work on your puns," I said. But then I gave him a look
over. The poor thing had his dick hanging out, and it was
hard and throbbing at me. "Sure, go ahead. If I like how you
make me cum, I'll let you fuck me too. What's your name?" It
was a very May like thing to say. But it was also with a
guy, and I needed that.

     "A rose by any other," he started to say...

     "Fuck it with the English class, you want to play, hand
over a name," I said.

     "Hugo," he said. He pulled me over to a raised seat
sized platform with a little step up to get me up on it.
Soon as I was up there I noticed it put my cunt five feet in
the air, perfect height for the task at hand.

     I spread my legs, and he reached in and spread my
labia. "Careful with the clit ring," I said. "And it's
Alandra."

     "So I've heard," he told me. I started to wonder who
this guy really was; as I don't think he went to our school.
That thought didn't last long though. He went to town and it
was check out time for anything else.

     He put in a good effort, not the best, not the worst.
Hugo tasted around me, in quick circles, before diving in. I
caught a few people glancing over, but nowhere near as many
as I would have expected for this sort of thing.

     Hugo darted into my cunt three times, in quick drinking
motions, before shifting to taking my clit ring into his
lips and lightly tugging. A stray thought hit me and I
giggled, not exactly the right response at a time like this,
but I couldn't help it. 'Hugo' just wasn't exactly a sexy
name, and I was thinking, 'why can't the guy going down on
me have a name like Hugh? I just couldn't see a guy named
Hugo as a romantic. It was more the name of the guy who
comes out to mow your lawn, not pamper your flowers.

     But I had to give credit where it was due. Like he'd
said, he got his tongue right in there. Hugo drank me up
like a man licking his favorite plate clean, and as I felt
my energy building I took his head and pulled him in
tighter. But he pulled back. In fact, he dragged me right
off my perch, stood me up, and began to frig my cunt with
his hands. I found myself leaning on him for support, but I
had enough in me to grab his cock and go to work myself. He
didn't last long, not long at all considering I'd only just
started on him. But then, I didn't last very long myself. A
few shudders turned to gasps as I shook on the end of his
thrusting fingers, and suddenly he splattered out in an arc
across the floor and I shuddered, came, and was all ready to
keep going when he lost his drive and pulled his hand out of
me.

     Out of the corner of my vision I saw a waitress coming
over with a mop. Funny that. "No fuck left in you?" I said.

     "A taste... a taste will do for me," Hugo said, sitting
me down. Freaking wannabe poet. "And so I bid you..." he
started up again.

     "Yeah, ok. Got it," I waived him off.

     "You want a soda?" He asked.

     "I'm cool," I said. It was just one of those stranger
fucks, and I figured it would get awkward if we stretched it
out. He must have had the same idea, because after that he
just slipped away. I sat and watched the dancing go on for a
bit. Kevin was up there with Melinda, and I didn't see what
had happened with Marcy and Rubin. They'd switched off and
then moved away from the stage.



     I wandered away after a rest, to see if I could find
May. That was asking for more trouble, but what the fuck.
She was down in the basement, which was just like Kevin
described it, but also a little too dark to get real
details. She had a guy on both ends. One pumping her pussy
and her sucking off another. Most of the people in the room,
about ten in all, were just sitting around and chatting in
quiet tones while watching her and fondling each other.

     Much as she'd pissed me off earlier over Melinda - and
we knew each other long enough to know we were mad at each
other over that - well I still loved her as my best friend.
I sat down next to her and put my hand on her belly.

     "Hey you in for it too?" the guy she was sucking asked
me. I just shook my head no.

     "Maybe in a bit," I said. But then I thought about the
dance floor above, the waitress who'd been getting fucked
over the table, Kevin going at it with Marcy, and the whole
place with every girl in it naked... "Yeah, what the fuck,"
I said. I put myself out on the matted floor next to May in
a way were we could look each other in the eye. Spreading my
legs and reaching down to hold my labia apart I looked over
that the guy she was still sucking and said, "better come
and get it before I change my mind."

     He just nodded, pulled his dick out of her mouth, and
moved over and into me in one quick motion. Next thing I
knew, some guy who's name I didn't know, who's face I hadn't
even gotten a good look at, was pumping his dick into me in
the basement of some crazy teen club I'd never even heard of
before an hour ago.

     "Aw man, A.C., now what am I gonna do with my mouth?"
May said. "Somebody come over here and stuff it in my
mouth!" she called out.

     "May, sometimes you are too much," I said. A guy
detached himself from the wall, came over, unzipped his fly,
and offered up his dick for May and her mouth.

     "Now that's more like it," she said, before taking him
in. She mumbled something around his dick.

     "I think she's asking your name," I said. "Matter of
fact," I looked down at the guy fucking me. "I've got the
same question."

     "Mario," the guy in May's mouth said.

     "Doug," the guy in my pussy said. Speeding up his tempo
a bit he added, "I'm sorry, but after her I ain't gonna last
much more."

     "No problem," I told him. "Just shoot it in me, I need
the fuck man." As I bounced up from him slamming into me, it
occurred to me that he never bothered to ask if I was on any
birth control. These days, I guess you could just assume a
girl was on the shot. It was just so rare not to be.

     Course, nothing's perfect, not even the shot. Only May
and I knew about her abortion though. But if anyone could
lose the odds on the shot, it was her.

     He started working it around, rotating his dick in me,
and rubbing my spot. "Oh yeah, keep that up," I gasped out.
May giggled on the end of the cock she was sucking, looking
over at me. She tried to mumble something, but all that did
was get the guy to start pumping his dick.

     "Yeah baby, hum on it," he said. The guy in her cunt
started grunted and next thing I knew she was getting
bounced so hard and fast the guy in her mouth popped out.

     "Hey man..." he said, then the other guy gave one last
grunt, a hard slam into her, and I could tell he was
shooting his load.

     Getting up and walking away, he high fived another guy
who'd stood up to walk over and take his place. Except that
the guy she had been sucking beat him to the pussy, moving
around to get into her cunt.

     Not long after, the guy in me pumped his own load out,
and before I'd thought to say anything, somebody replaced
him. After that I just rode the high, cumming and cumming on
the end of a series of dicks and letting May's madness take
me.

     I stopped tracking them after number three. Guys
started showing up with dicks for my mouth and my cunt, and
I'm pretty sure several of them were repeat offenders to
both May and I. After another girl joined us on the floor I
saw one of the more muscle bound male waiters show up and
began wandering the basement. In the back of my mind it
registered that he was probably here to make sure all the
fun was really fun - consensual. They probably didn't stop
to think that May and I could probably do a lot of damage to
any guy tried to force us.

     It was pretty obvious we were here by choice. May was
moaning out "yes, yes," over and over, and I'd just been in
a fit of odd giggles ever since my fourth cum. After a
while, I got a nice shiny and wet, but soft, black dick in
my face. Reaching up to take it in hand, I noticed it was
attached to Kevin, and he was trying to get my attention
despite the guy pumping into my pussy down below.

     "Yeah," I got out between gasps.

     "Hey, you guys still want to burn the clothes, we're
gonna have to hit the road soon," Kevin said.

     "Party pooper..." May blurted out in a pout.

     "Just let him finish off, and we'll be cleaning up," I
said, rubbing a hand over the cock pumping my pussy.

     Kevin looked up to the guy fucking me, and then over to
May. "Sure," he said, then I saw him wander over to Marcy,
who I hadn't even seen come down here. She had a guy sucking
on each tit, and one sucking her cunt. The smile on her face
was one of pure joy.

     A guy moved in to get his dick in my mouth, so I told
him "sorry, I'm closing up shop." He looked a little upset,
but laughed at my comment and moved over to another group of
people.

     I started squeezing in my cunt, to get in as much as I
could of the guy fucking me. That only got him to speed up
and start grunting. Another minute and he pumped his load
into me and pulled out. I sat up, grabbed his cock and
licked the head, then let him go. I'm not sure if I ever
even did get a look at his face.

     "Where's Melinda?" I asked Kevin after getting up and
walking over to him and Marcy. She was sitting in his lap
while he fondled her pussy in a casual sort of way.

     "Rick was fucking her in the stairway last I saw," he
said. This place was just getting us all out of control. May
came over and joined us, grabbing me by the hand.

     "We gotta clean up A.C., if I look half as fucked as
you..." she started.

     "You look even worse," Marcy said. "You're covered in
jizz girl."

     "To the showers then," she said, leading me away in a
fake military march.

     "Find the others, we'll meet you guys outside," I said
as May took me through an arch by the stairs. The showers
had three heads arranged around a room with space for maybe
six people. A sign on the wall said 'No sex while others are
cleaning' but it was empty.

     "Wow," May said. "I gotta come back here, often..."

     "No shit," I said. "I feel good and well fucked out."

     We cleaned off and made our way up and out.



     Or tried. I wasn't paying attention in the stairwell
and suddenly a fist came up hit me hard in the stomach. It
was the girl who'd been with Mitch's friend Paul the other
day. Good thing she hadn't gone for my face or I would have
been in trouble. May turned around, but on a look from me
spun just in time to block another girl going for a kidney
punch. It was Belinda, one of Mitch's regulars. She looked
past me with a nod and I knew there was at least one more
rushing up the stairs from behind.

     "Fight!" somebody called out from below, and suddenly I
had two girls on me. One grabbed at my hair and slammed my
head sideways against the wall. The other punched me right
in my pussy. Good thing I wasn't a guy, but it still hurt.
She made a mistake though, she was above me on the stairs,
and with that punch she'd lined herself up to get kneed. I
was going for a knee into her chin - a fight ender - but I
only got her in the chest above her tits. They were doing
good; I was going down if I took another hit in my head, and
they knew it.

     In the flurry I saw Belinda swinging a butterfly knife
at May, going straight for the gut. I could see May already
had a thin line of blood on her left leg. Just before the
knife would have gone in a guy from above grabbed Belinda's
hand. "All of you, out, now!" he said. He took the knife and
added, "get out, or we can hold you all for the police to
sort out."

     The big muscled guy who'd been in the basement came up
behind me and grabbed one of the girls off of me. All of us
got rushed out to the 'coat check', where we got our purses
and had to stand there glaring at each other as our bills
got read off. The girl who'd been with Ken, the one that
slammed my head into the wall, drew a line across her
throat.

     "You're dead, spic," Belinda said.

     I felt a little sick, dizzy from the head slam, so I
didn't say anything back. Instead I glanced at the wall of
signs again. This time I noticed 'License for house of
Prostitution' under one authorizing loud music and another
large gatherings of juveniles.

     Turned out Kevin had paid for May and my sodas on his
own way out, so we got a lead on the others heading out the
door. "No fights in my lot either," said the woman who'd
been outside when we came in. She was still out there, but
her boss was gone. She didn't look so friendly this time
around, but she also didn't seem to be connecting us to
Kevin and the rest.

     Kevin in fact was watching from over by his car, and at
her words he started over. I waved him short and May moved
past me. "Mitch's crew is in there somewhere," she said when
we reached him by the car.

     "Three of his girls jumped us in the stairs," I said.

     "How many people are in his crew anyway?" Kevin said
when we were pulling out of the lot. He had May, Melinda,
and me in his car, and everybody else had piled into Marcy's
car. I hadn't even known she had one. Marcy was dressed
again.

     "I think two of those girls were new," I said. Mitch
had never had girls with his group before this week, save
for Belinda. "One of them was the girl with Paul the other
day, and the one behind me might have been at the grocery
store earlier today."

     "Didn't see the guys," May said.

     "Must have been on the second floor," I said. "But I
bet they saw us get marched out."

     "Oh fuck! You got cut!" Melinda called out, hovering a
hand over May's leg.

     "It's nothing," May said. "Just a scratch, I got
lucky." Which was true, on both counts.



     Driving out of the lot I saw Belinda and the other two
girls come outside. Belinda stepped over to a figure in the
shadow of the building gesturing and maybe talking. The
figure stepped out, holding a lit cig. He took a puff and
looked at Kevin's car with a huge shit-eating grin on his
face. It was that Hugo guy.

     "What the fuck?" I whispered.



     Kevin took us to the corner of the block near our
homes. Melinda went her way and I went mine. "Make sure you
raid her place and get all her shirts," I told Kevin,
nodding to May who rolled her eyes.



     Maybe I should tell Melinda to just bug off, I thought,
walking into the apartment. "Home early?" Pa said to me,
looking up from a pile of papers he had spread out on the
table. Diagrams and pictures, he was at it again.

     "Going back out," I said. The twins weren't around. I
hit my room, looked around and thought, 'do I really want to
do this?' Fuck, why not. I needed a new wardrobe anyway. I
grabbed my biggest bag - a duffle bag I found in Pa's closet
a year ago - and filled it.

     Didn't get everything, but I got enough to make the
point. Seventeen-year-old woman, the idea I could fit
everything in one bag, even poor as I was, was just silly. I
kept my coat, a skirt, and that shawl I'd just bought. Plus
a few things that just didn't fit. I didn't bother wasting
space on nylons, socks, bras, or panties. I could toss those
anytime. I checked my dildo, to see if it really was broken.
I didn't see any cracks or anything, and it worked when I
tried to turn it on. I put it on my pillow, posing it
together with teddy and his cat's eye, as if he were holding
it for me.

     I looked around my room. None of the pink of Melinda's,
I'd gotten rid of all the pink fluffy unicorn bullshit after
what happened to me in that bathroom freshman year. For
about three weeks I tried vampire and blood posters, but
that made me feel even worse. Now I just kept the place
bare. A few stuffed animals, my desk, mirror, chair with
backpack in it, nightstand with clock radio and music
system, and a bed. Most people had a computer, but not us,
not even one in the living room. Pa wouldn't stand for the
chance -they- might use it to get to us. I'd stopped trying
to change his mind ever since that day I'd had to stop him
from tin foiling all the walls.

     Kept the cloths I was getting ready to burn in a
dresser in the closet. That was almost empty now. It almost
looked like I was making a run for it. There was a time I
thought I would, but I had reason to know why that wouldn't
do me any good. Family history told me better.



     "Where'd the twins go?" I asked on the way out.

     "Do you know a girl named 'Kitten'?" Pa said.

     "Yeah, kinda," I said. I looked over the table. He had
three copies of the Constitution, two newspapers, something
in Latin with geometry all over it, and a cup of coffee.
He'd put tin foil on the back of one of the Constitutions.
On a piece of paper next to it he seemed to have been making
notes about how the three copies might be different. I knew
the tin foil one, he'd had that one for years.

     "Did you know that new equal rights amendment has some
interesting exceptions?" He said. "Different but equal
clause."

     "Huh, that don't make any sense," I said.

     "It's the Gnomes," he said.

     "The what?" I said, before remembering I wasn't
supposed to go along with this shit. "You take your pills
today?" I could have sworn he'd taken them in the morning.

     "Every time I apply numerology to the Constitution I
get a different result," He said.

     "Pa, why don't you go to bed, ok?" I said. Sometimes he
got a little odd, but he'd never been deluded before. How
the fuck would I keep Samantha from seeing this if it cost
him his job? "Here, take these," I said, giving him a second
set of the first pills - the ones for his mind and not the
AIDS.

     "Going out?" He asked, taking the pills.

     "I'm making a run for it, yeah," I said. "What's up
with Kitten?"

     "Twins said they had to go talk to her," he said. He
looked at the clock and added, "Left around six."

     So they must have gotten some sense into them, that, or
they were looking to cause even more trouble with that girl.
"Later Pa," I said.

     "Coming home tonight?" He looked at my bag.

     "Think so," I said.



     I met Kevin on the corner. Melinda was busy stuffing
two trash bags into his trunk. "May?" I asked. She was
sitting in the front seat.

     "All she had filled her backpack," Kevin said. "Just
five shirts."

     "Yeah, guess that figures. She didn't hold out any on
you?" I asked.

     May looked out the window with a smile on her face.
"She tried," Kevin said. "But I found a stash of two shirts
under her bed."

     "I got a little more at home, but its just underwear,"
I said. I tossed my bag in next to Melinda's and three boxes
of men's stuff. Must be Kevin's.

     "Marcy and the others are meeting us in the park
outside of town," Kevin said. On the edge was more like it,
some place dedicated to a Civil War rich guy nobody knew
from shit. Hilly, and we'd figured a long time back we could
get away with fires away from the main road in there.



     Marcy passed a joint around while the guys went and got
firewood. She'd just finished telling us that Fatima had had
to go home. They'd rescheduled dinner for Sunday. "You guys
really gonna do this?" she said.

     "Hey I already did," May said.

     "Not your shirts though," Melinda said, picking through
her bag. "I guess so, why not?"

     "Well, fuck, that's your fashion girl," Marcy said. "I
couldn't give up my look just on a whim."

     "Bout time to update my threads anyway," I said. "My
shit is so year before last anyway."

     "Man, I just bought this last month," Melinda said,
holding up a pink blouse. She stared at it for a moment, and
then tossed it over to the unlit firepit.

     "You guys are, like, totally crazy," Marcy said. "I
mean, naked now and then is one thing. But you'll be stuck
with it if you do this."

     "It's kind of refreshing," I said. "Like Kevin was
saying, nobody can ignore you when it's all out there."

     "You get to see what they think of you right away," May
said.

     "You mean, you get to see what they think of you
sexually," Marcy said.

     "Same thing," May said. For May, there wasn't anything
to life but fucking.

     "I just think its fun," Melinda said. She gave me a
huge smile. I guess she figured if she did this, she'd
really be one of us.

     "I don't know, Melinda, you sure you want to do this?"
I said. May gave me a look and rolled her eyes.

     "Its her choice A.C.," May said. Marcy looked at me,
and then Melinda. She shook her head and turned to look out
into the woods of the park.

     "I think I hear the guys," Marcy said. Sure enough Rick
and Rubin came walking up with a bundle of sticks each.
Kevin had a box of matches and a can of lighter fuel.

     "Picked it up after May got her cloths," Kevin said.

     "You should have seen the guy in the stop and rob," May
said. "Looked scared shitless at Kevin, but kept drooling at
my pussy anyway."

     "Like I had a place to stash a gun," Kevin said. He put
the fuel down and dumped one of his boxes into the pit. All
jeans.

     "That all?" Melinda said. "Guys don't own much
cloths..."

     "All my pants," Kevin said.

     May grabbed Kevin's dick and said, "good, this thing's
out for the wind for good now."

     "Hey ease off girl, I still got stuff to unload," Kevin
said.

     "Yeah, you could unload this," May said - giving his
dick a few wanks. Melinda laughed and I rolled my eyes.
Marcy was checking out Rubin's cock, as he still had the
crotchless pants on. Rick piled in the wood.

     "We gonna need some twigs to start it?" Rick said.

     "Naw, the cloths should do the same thing," Rubin said.



     So we lit the fire, Kevin brought out music, and we
danced around throwing in pieces of clothing one at a time.
After a few tosses Melinda started putting her cloths on
Kevin and calling out "Strip! Strip!" Kevin would dance
around for a second in a blouse or skirt, and then strip it
off like some strange twist on a showgirl. After that May
started dressing Melinda up in Kevin's shirts. His pants had
been at the bottom of the fire, gone from the start.

     She was a lot sexier stripping off than Kevin. He was
just silly. Unfortunately she caught me watching and tried
to come over with those kisses of hers.

     "Not now," I said. I knew that if her lips hit mine,
I'd be done for. I'd set myself to something, and I wasn't
gonna let her stop me. I was gonna end this lezzie shit. I
was gonna do what I should have done before we started the
fire. Fuck, I should have done it this morning.

     "Why not?" Melinda asked me, puckering up her lips.
"You know you want me."

     "I'm not some fucking lezzie," I said. Kevin stopped
dancing.

     May gave me a nasty look. "Don't say shit like that,"
May said.

     "Why the fuck not?" I said.

     "What?" Melinda said. Marcy grabbed Rick and Rubin and
pulled them away, whispering something.

     "Look, it was fun ok? But I'm not a dyke," I said.
"This shit needs to stop."

     "A.C...." Melinda grabbed for my shoulder, but I
shrugged her off.

     "A.C. this isn't the time for your shit," May said.

     Kevin took Melinda in against his shoulder and said,
"what's going on with you?"

     "What do you mean?" I said. "I just need to get this
shit straight."

     "You've been acting 'off' all day," Kevin said.

     "I just need to get this lezzie shit to stop," I said.
"Ok, I fucking experimented. Fine, fucking fine. But I ain't
no lezzie," I said.

     "But," Melinda started.

     "There's no fucking but," I said.

     "Man A.C., you're fucked up," May said.

     "I thought you loved me," Melinda said. I could see a
tear forming. I wanted to run over and wipe it away. I
wanted to hug her.



     "Fuck no," I said. "I was just playing you girl. It's
your shit, and I was just going along for kicks."

     Melinda started to cry, Kevin held her and I tried to
turn away. "A.C. you need to..." May started.

     "Need to what?" I said. "I don't need shit. I'm not a
lezzie, I'm not like her!"

     Rick came back over, looking between us. "You ok?" he
said in a low voice to Melinda.

     "Don't go talking to that lezzie bitch," I said. What
the fuck was I doing? I wanted to run over and hug her, but
I knew I had to stand my ground.

     "Man A.C., don't you get it?" Kevin said. "Nobody gives
a shit about that stuff. It doesn't matter for girls. You're
not like guys."

     "Yeah, people expect girls to be bi," May said.

     "Well I'm not like..." I was about to say 'my father',
but I cut it off.

     "Yeah, I think it's hot to see girls getting it on,"
Rick said.

     "Shut up man," Kevin said. "That isn't helping." Rick
shrugged.

     "You think it's hot for me to be your lezzie peep
show?" I said. "Well fuck that!"

     "Fuck A.C., its so obvious you like her, why the fuck
are doing this?" May said.

     "Everybody can see it when she..." Kevin started.

     "Everybody? So everybody thinks I'm some kind of dyke?"
I yelled. "Fuck them, fuck em all. Anybody calls me a dyke
bitch and they're dead!"

     Melinda jumped up, crying out "But, but I love you! Why
won't you love me? Why... are you throwing me off?" she
tried to rush into me but I backhanded her sending her
sprawling into the dirt next to the fire.

     "Lezzie bitch, get off me!" I said. I had to say it. I
had to stop all of this. "She's out." I said.

     "A.C., don't do that," Rick said.

     "Out!" I said.

     "No quiero vivir sin ti!" Melinda called out in tears.
Bitch was trying to play me through Spanish.

     We all had a rule, something we'd set down way back
when it was just Kevin, May, and me. Whoever brought
somebody in could push them out, if they did it before that
person was all the way in - before they'd blooded with us.
If I didn't throw her out now, next time we met up with
Mitch and his crew Melinda was likely to toss it up with us,
and then I'd be stuck with her.

     "A.C." May said. "We're not kids anymore, that shit is
so..."

     "Just get her the fuck out of my sight!" I said. I
turned away.

     "Come on," Marcy said in a low voice behind me. "I'll
take you home."

     "Let her fucking walk," I said.

     "She can't walk home from here," Marcy said. "We're
what? Ten miles from your place."

     "I'm going to," Rubin said. "No fun here anymore."

     "A.C., that was fucked up," Rick said. I heard him
walking away with the others. I sat on a log and looked out,
away from everyone. My stomach felt tight as a rock, and I
was trying hard not to cry. I had to do it, didn't I?



     Several minutes later when I turned around again only
Kevin and May remained. Kevin was putting out the fire, and
May was gathering up the few cloths we hadn't burned yet.
Neither of them looked at me.

     "I had to..." I started.

     "Shut up A.C." May said. "I can't believe you did
that."

     Kevin just shook his head and didn't say a word. He
poured water over the ashes and stood up with his hands on
his hips.

     "Right, this is all of it," May said, holding up a
single box. I knew some of that clothing was Melinda's. May
wasn't going to cut her out cold, but at that moment, I'd
lost the resolve to push it. I figured she'd just give
Melinda back her cloths and then cut her out.

     "Come on," May said, looking at me. She and Kevin
started walking for his car. I got up and followed.



     We drove home in silence. Kevin dropped me at the
corner intersection again. They both looked tense, and they
both kept checking me in the mirror for the entire ride.
Walking up to my apartment I could see someone sitting on
the doorstep. Not her, I thought. Please, don't be her. I
wouldn't be able to stop myself if it was her.

     It wasn't though, it was Rick.

     "A.C., how could you..." he started.

     "Quiet," I said. I grabbed him, fished for my keys in
my purse and opened the door. I knew what I needed; I needed
to prove I wasn't a lezzie. Even after the orgy in the club,
Melinda has shaken me up. I grabbed him and dragged him into
my bedroom. The lights were all off and I didn't give a fuck
if anyone was home.

     I pushed Rick down on the bed. "A.C., we need to talk,"
he said.

     "Just shut up," I said. I straddled him and pulled off
his shirt after putting his hand on my cunt. "Play with it,"
I said.

     "A.C., stop this," he said. But his fingers found my
clit anyway, and began to tug on it. "This isn't helping,"
he said.

     "Just shut up and fuck," I said. "I'm not a lezzie..."

     "I know," Rick said. "But A.C...." I pulled down his
pants.

     "Rick, I need this," I said.

     "You really hurt her," he said in reply as I straddled
his cock.

     "I had to," I said. "People can't..." I lowered myself
onto him, and started to grind my hips into his.

     "Yeah but..." he started.

     "Take my tits," I said, putting his hands on them. I
began to ride Rick, pumping myself up and down on his dick.
No foreplay, no buildup. I needed to cum and I needed a guy
to cum in me.

     I rode him hard and fast. No slow, casual, loving build
up. This was a cheap fuck, and that was all it was. "You
need to stop," Rick said.

     "No I don't," I said.

     "I'm telling you," he said. "This isn't right."

     "The fuck, or her?" I said.

     Rick paused. I felt his hips buck back up into me. "I
don't know, A.C.. I just don't fucking know. I don't get
you."

     "Well, you're getting me now," I said. I pulled out.
"Unless I should stop?"

     He flipped me over onto my back and slammed his dick
into me. "Fuck if I'm gonna pass up a fuck," he said.

     "Shut up and fuck me," I said. He did. He slammed into
me, harder and harder, grunting all the way. I finally got
what I needed, I started to moan, started to cry out my
moment. "Oh! That's it, that's what I need..." I called out,
cumming hard on the end of Rick's cock.

     Moments later he shot his load into me. I held him down
until I felt the last of it go. He'd tried to pull out and
spray my stomach, but I wanted it all in me. I needed 'man'
in me.

     When it was over, I could feel a crash coming on. I was
pissed, not at Rick, but at, fuck... I don't know... I
pushed him off me. "Can you go?" I said.

     "Man A.C., you are cold," Rick said.

     "I need to be alone," I said.

     Rick started putting his pants on. "You did her wrong,
you know," he said.

     "We've got a system," I said. "It's over."

     "I'm just saying..." Rick started.

     "Just go Rick," I said. "I'll call you in the morning.
I really need to be alone right now." I needed him out of my
room, out of my apartment. I needed him gone, before I
started to cry.

     "Fine," Rick said, and he was gone. I didn't bother to
walk him out. I heard him shut the front door on his way.



     I felt like shit. I crawled up into a ball on the floor
of my room and cried. I almost never cried. I had to be rid
of her, didn't I? I mean, I could go around letting people
think I was a dyke. I couldn't be one.

     But it hurt so much to do it. I've been rough with
plenty of people before. I've even had to cut a few. You
shrug, do what you need to do, and move on. No problem. No
fucking problem at all. Someone gets in your way, you take
them down. Melinda was in the way. She was a bump in the way
things were supposed to be. She didn't belong in my story,
she didn't belong in my life.

     So why was I crying? Why did I nearly, no, actually,
jump Rick's bones? I needed something to calm myself, so I
went for a shower. Getting in, I turned on the radio and
lets the water run over me. Over the shower noise I heard
the DJ announce a call in request.

     The singers were the same as that song Melinda had said
was her favorite. The song seemed to be one woman to
another, her lover or her rival. Something about one of them
lonely and crying, waiting for the other to call, wishing
she'd never left.



One of us is lonely

One of us is only

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all



     Not what I needed to hear. I slumped down in the
shower, thinking of her. What the fuck did I do? I felt so
stupid. I turned off the water and stepped out.

     In the kitchen I looked to see if I could snatch up a
beer. Sitting down at the table, beer in hand, I wiped away
my tears and tried to figure my shit out. "Fuck," I said. Of
all the people I've been with, it's never been a problem
pushing them off. I've never had a second thought before.
Fuck em and leave em, who cares.

     Who cared? I did, this time. My stomach was tighter as
a rock, and fucking Rick had only made it worse. Melinda was
right, I did love her. I don't know how or why, but I could
feel it. And I'd hurt her in the worst way possible. I'd not
only spurned her, I'd done it for what she was, what I knew
her own parents were blaming her over. I'd denied her, her
own dignity, all because I couldn't handle being in love
with her.

     Fuck... I threw my beer across the room. It smashed
into the counter near the knives, and that just put the
wrong idea into my head. I walked over, grabbed the biggest
knife I could, and sat back down, rolling it around in my
hand. Who the fuck did I think I was anyway? How could I do
something like that to someone who'd done nothing more than
care for me. Someone whose only sin was to fall in love. I
felt like shit, I was shit.

     I took the knife into my left hand, and gave my right
wrist a good long look. It wasn't that I felt sorry for
myself, but I figured maybe I deserved it. I ran the blade
over my wrist, getting ready, drawing just the faintest bead
of blood.

     "Fucking eh..." Manuel said from the entryway between
the kitchen and living room. I looked up, accidentally
poking my arm with the knife.

     "Ow!" I said. "What the fuck are you doing? Get lost
perv." I glared at him.

     Manuel turned and walked away, saying "long as I get
your room, bitch."

     "What's with her?" I could hear Rosa say from in their
room.

     "Nothing," He said. "She's just copping her usual
shit."

     Rosa passed by, heading for the front door. "She still
naked?" she said.

     "Yeah, what a slut," Manuel said, shutting the front
door as they stepped outside. Where were they going?



     But the moment was gone, I looked at the knife in my
hand and put it down. Yeah, just what the fuck was I
thinking anyway? I went for the phone, calling Melinda's
number.

     Nobody picked up, and the answering machine never
answered. What to do... I got up and took a walk. It was
somewhere between two and three in the morning but I went
over to Melinda's place anyway. I needed to tell her how
wrong I had been. The lights were out.

     I tried the bell anyway, and no one answered. I fell to
my knees in front of her house. I was not sure, for the
first time in years, of what to do with myself.

     After about ten minutes I saw a police cruiser slowly
making its way onto the cul-de-sac. Someone must have seen
me sitting there. I hopped a fence and made my way home
through a series of backyards. Lying in my bed, hating
myself and not knowing what to do, I eventually fell into
sleep.



     In the morning I stepped out of my room to find Rick
sitting at the couch. The door to the twin's room was open,
Pa's was shut.

     "How'd you get in?" I asked.

     "Door was wide open," he said. "You don't look so
good."

     "I don't feel so good," I said.

     He was flipping that video game around in his hands,
the one about the naked girl in a magical land. I felt like
her counterpart that morning - a naked girl in a curse of
her own making. "Put that away," I said.

     "Any good?" He asked, staring at my clit ring.

     "Fuck if I know, but the twins like it," I said. "You
see my Pa around?" I moved into the kitchen. The knife was
still there on the table, with a slight hint of dried blood
where I'd drawn my bead and on the tip where I'd poked
myself. I put it in the sink, and stood over it for a minute
thinking. There was a fine red line on my wrist - too small
to scar. I had to figure out how to fix all of this.

     "Haven't seen anybody but you," he said. "But I only
just got here myself."

     I let my cool down last night; I needed to stick to it.
I'd get over her. That was the smart thing to do. Just move
on, let it go. She was just another bitch. That's what we
called them, just another tool. I'd done this shit to guys
before, and the guys themselves did it to other girls all
the time. Fuck, just Friday there was that girl at Albatross
Kevin had tossed out. Just another bitch.

     "What are you going to do?" I heard Rick call from the
arch between the living room and kitchen.

     "Huh?" I said.

     "You know what I'm talking about," he said.

     "Rick, just because you don't get much pussy, don't
think you know something I don't," I said. It was mean, but
I didn't want this shit anymore. The only person who got
around less than Rick was Marcy. Well, maybe Fatima, but she
was a special case.

     "I got your pussy," he said. He put his hand on my ass,
low, where he could almost slip a finger up underneath into
my cunt.

     I shrugged him off. "Not now," I said. Rick seemed to
like goosing girls. It reminded me of Friday.

     "Yeah, well, I know you A.C., and I know what's right,"
Rick said. "What you did to her wasn't."

     "You're just saying that cause of what you feel for
Marcy," I said.

     "Huh?" He said.

     "Rick, everybody knows you and Marcy both have a thing
for each other," I said. "Just where did you two go
yesterday anyway?"

     "It wasn't a date," he said.

     "Yeah..." I said. "Did you fuck her? Was it good?"

     I turned to look, and his expression told me
everything. It was good. "A.C...." he started.

     "What? You fucked me, that was good wasn't it?" I said,
running my hand down into my crotch and fingering myself for
emphasis. "And we're just friends. But I know you like her."

     I came up and pulled him to a chair, put my foot on his
leg and got my cunt right in his face. "You want this? You
want to just get my pussy, or maybe May's, whenever we're
around and in the mood for an odd fuck?" I said. "Or you
want something more?"

     "Ok, you're changing the subject," he said. "I could
say the same thing about you and her."

     "I ain't no lezzie though," I said. "You gonna go off
fucking Kevin?"

     "That's not the same thing," he said.

     "Why not?" I stepped down and poured out two bowls of
cereal. We ate in silence. He sat in the chair and I sat on
the table facing him with my legs over the side and his bowl
resting an inch from my pussy. When he was just about done I
asked, "so where is she?"

     "Oh she's probably out right now," he said. His look
said he knew where, but that it'd take a little work to get
the details. Instead of going further, he ran his milky
spoon up my slit and cupped my clit with it, clinking
against the ring.

     "Hey..." I said. He grinned, slid the spoon down, and
gently pushed it into me. Slow enough that the odd shape
didn't get too uncomfortable. "That doesn't go there."

     "What does?" he said back. "This?" he popped the spoon
out and replaced it with two fingers.

     "Close," I said. "But you can do better than that."

     He put his bowl aside and started to replace his
fingers with a bit of tongue action but then paused and
looked up.

     "What? I gotta shower first don't I?" I said.

     He shrugged and said, "what the fuck," before pulling
me to the edge and diving in.

     "Oh yeah, closer," I said. Fuck, I was using him and I
think we both knew it. Sometimes when you dump somebody the
best thing to do is to go and get good and well fucked. Some
people might tell you that was bullshit, that you were just
propping yourself up on a new person to avoid the crash of
the old. So what if they were right, the shit still worked.
"Yeah that's it, right in there... watch the clit."

     Rick mumbled something. "Don't stop to talk, keep
going," I said. His hands ran up and down my thighs as his
tongue pushed my labia apart and made soft gestures along
the inside of my vagina. He was building me up, taking my
mind off my troubles. He started to knead my ass as his
tongue darted across my clit ring and then down along the
left of my mound, poking in and coming back up along the
right.

     I grabbed his hair and held him in there as I began to
grind into his face. "This shit never gets old," he said,
before obeying my grasp and going to town on my pussy once
more.

     "Ah, ah..." I came then, and reached down to pull him
up. His hands went to his jeans, making to undo the belt. I
went for the zipper, then reached in to take what I wanted.

     "Hey I gotta," he started.

     "Just fuck me with it," I said, pulling out his dick
and rubbing it along my slit.

     "Easier with my pants... shit girl," I'd managed to
line him up and tug him in with a quick ass grab.

     "Fuck," I said. He started to pump into me.

     "Marcy's gonna..." he started up, slowly pumping his
cock into me.

     "Fuck Marcy," I said.

     "Yeah," he said. "That's the problem." He reached up to
grab my tits.

     "Its me Rick, she won't care if you fuck me," I said as
I wrapped my legs around him in encouragement.

     "Well, its not like you're May," he said, implying May
was fair game for anyone.

     Much as it pissed me off, he was probably right. "Don't
say that about her," I said. I pushed him halfway out and
held him there to make my point, not wanting to argue enough
to end the fuck.

     He just kept pounding into me in silence, grunting
occasionally. I started panting as he picked up his tempo.
When he reached down to rub my clit my pants became moans.
He was going to get me to cum again before he did. Fucker
must have jacked off before coming in.

     I glanced up at a noise and say my Pa walking in the
living room past the archway to the kitchen. He glanced up
and caught my eye, clearly seeing his daughter, me, getting
fucked on the dining table by one of her friends. "Don't
make a mess," he said.

     What the fuck? Aren't dads supposed to go ape shit over
something like this? "Yeah, wouldn't want Rick's jism in
your coffee I guess," I said.

     Rick looked up startled, noticing my father for the
first time he pulled out and started zipping up.

     "Twins around?" Pa asked.

     "Hey!" I said to Rick, grabbing his wrist. "I wasn't
done." I looked up to Pa, "no idea. Saw them last night but
that was it."

     "Uh..." Rick said. Pa walked past him to the coffee
machine. I got down off the table.

     "Fuck," I said. "Where's my vibrator?"

     "Don't swear Alandra," Pa said.

     "Fine," I said. "I can fuck Rick on the table, sure.
But I can't say it?"

     Pa rolled his eyes and said, "young people these
days..."

     "Don't forget your pills, Pa," I said. He took them
down from the counter and lined them up. "Rick, make sure he
takes a set from each box..." I glanced at Rick.

     "Yeah... sure, A.C...." Rick started.

     "Sit down boy, have a cup or something," I said.

     "Black or cream?" Pa said to Rick.

     "Same as always man," Rick said to him. Rick always
took it black with sugar. Yuck...

     "I'm gonna shower, be out in a sec," I said. "Maybe
that dildo's waterproof..."



     It was. And I got my 'relief' out of the way, even
though I'd mostly cooled off before I'd even gotten off the
table. I came out wet, walked past Rick and poured a cup of
coffee. Mostly I wanted to see what reaction I'd get, but it
got cold fast and I went back to towel off. No clothes.



     Figure that, I'd burned em all. "Still naked?" Pa said,
looking me over.

     "I threw out my cloths," I said. "Well most of em, I'll
get the panties later."

     "Why?" Pa asked. Rick's glanced lingered on my cunt and
clit ring.

     I shrugged. "I dunno. Seemed like a good idea."



     "We should go get Marcy," Rick said.

     "Yeah..." I said. "Let me get some shit before we go."
Rick followed me into my bedroom while I dug out a nice sash
and clipped on my dildo, with the cartoon pussycat from
Teddy attached to the handle.

     "Didn't you get that for your clit?" Rick asked.

     "Yeah, why don't you try walking around with this thing
banging against your clit all day," I said. Not that he had
one, but while it tickled for a little bit, it got annoying
real fast. It wasn't like just having the piercing. I tied a
small purse to the other side of my sash.

     "No shoes?" Rick said.

     "Naw, I prefer barefoot," I said. Course, in a couple
hours walking on concrete I might regret that. But I'd been
doing it all week...

     "You got pretty feet anyway," he said. But his hands
were running over my naked hips.



     We took off walking, not bothering to stop and look for
May, although Rick did glance towards her block before I
dragged him off. "Later," I said.

     I kept having to slow up then catch up. For some reason
Rick kept falling behind me. Maybe he was going for my
behind... He did seem to like goosing me. "You an ass man or
something?" I finally said.

     Rick blushed, coming up short. "Sorry," he said.
"View's just too good from back here."

     "No problem," I said. "Look all you want - touch if you
feel the need." Figured after all the sex we'd been up to
since last night, I might as well let him keep at it, for
now.

     It wasn't twenty steps till I felt his hand on my ass.
I slowed a little, and he must have taken that for some kind
of signal as he guided me from behind up against a concrete
telephone pole. Well, I was facing the pole, a little bent
over, with my hands on it to hold me up. He just started
finger fucking me right there in the street.

     "Oh, yeah..." I moaned out to him, wiggling my rear in
encouragement. He tried for a finger at my ass, so I added,
"hey, none of that boy. Switch hands."

     "Aw A.C., you're..." Rick started, and then paused. I
felt him switching hands and pumping two fingers into my
cunt.

     "Yeah, that's more like it," I said. I started trying
to hump back on his hand, but it didn't work too well in
this position and he tried to hold my butt down with his
other hand.

     So instead of letting me hump his hand, he picked up
his speed. Tossing my head slowly I caught the eye of a
woman across the street. She was just looking at me in mild
shock, like 'what a little slut' mixed with 'fuck I wish I
was her.'

     "You like that, you little slut?" Rick said. Normally
I'd kick his ass for calling me a slut, but hey... given
what was going on...

     "Fuck yeah," I said. "Fucking make me cum Rick, right
here in the street." There I was, almost completely naked,
screaming for this guy I'd never thought of sexually before
to get me off. All I had on was a sash with a purse and the
dildo each clipped to it and swinging around wildly as he
finger fucked me.

     Rick started pounding three fingers into me, hard
enough that I bounced up on the tips of my bare toes. He
took my dildo in his other hand, flipped it on, slammed it
up against my clit, and I lost it.

     I screamed out, tensed up, gripped the pole hard as I
could, and shoved my ass back into his frigging hands. When
I came down a moment later I glanced across the street. That
woman was still over there, but she'd sat down on the low
brick wall ringing the house over there. She was doing
herself and watching me. Behind her a curtain dropped
closed, and a few doors down I saw this kid just standing
there with his mouth hanging open. I stood up and gave the
kid a thumbs up.

     "Talk about friends with benefits," I said to Rick.

     "No shit," he said.

     I put my hand on his crotch and asked, "You?"

     "Naw, I'm cool. I just like seeing a girl cum," he
said.

     "Good trait," I said. "Don't lose it."



     We started walking again. Rick made a beeline for the
old theater. "They all come out on Sunday," he said. "So it
might take a little."

     Take a little what? "Hey we gonna stop in Albatross?" I
said. "Get something better than my old coffee pot..."

     Rick shrugged at that. "Why not after we get Marcy," he
said.

     "Sure," I said. Might be fun to see these two do the
dance anyway.

     On the way over we passed a church and I got quite a
few stares. About half of them hostile, and half just kind
of hard to read. I wondered how that might'a been different
if Rick had finger fucked me in front of them instead of by
the houses.

     The pastor just glanced and grinned. I knew churches
were a mixed bag. Some of them embraced the Program as a
return to Eden concept, but some of them figured it was a
hotbed of sinfulness. Way I figured, they were both kinda
right, but I wasn't gonna go saying that to anybody.

     "Man I guess you can't go in there now," Rick said,
looking over at the church.

     "They're protestant anyway," I said. We grew up sort of
half Catholic, and the church had a real hard time figuring
out where it stood on things now. It all seemed to come down
to a battle of saint picking.

     "Oh, yeah..." he said, running a hand over my pussy for
some reason I didn't get.



     After that, it was just a few Sunday strollers. A
couple younger women out for a naked walk, and a couple on a
bench by an old barbershop. He was jacking her off while she
sat in his lap. People in clothes kept stopping to watch. A
lot of them glanced to me when we went past. If only they
knew what we'd just done. So not my scene here though.
"She's at the theater?" I said.

     "Yeah," Rick said. "That's why we went into the city
yesterday."

     "I thought you went to some convention?" I said.

     "Yeah," he said. "Needed to buy some shit."



     When we arrived it was twice as crowded as before. This
part of town didn't have much going for it anymore, but the
layout of the old theater left a lot of empty space out
front. About half a parking lot's worth, with the other half
fenced off behind. Apparently it had become -the- place to
be if you were into cosplay.

     "Who are all these people?" I said.

     "A lot of em come in from the City," Rick said.
"Nowhere to do this over there."

     A lot more groups than before. After passing a group in
open bust togas, a group in some pretty kinky 'space gear',
and what looked like two competing groups of furries - prey
animals on one side, predators on the other, we came up to
the 'Little Bo Peep' crowd engaged in a discussion with a
pack of five kids who looked like naked mimes - full body
paint including their two cocks and three cunts.

     Right away I pegged Marcy's voice coming from the Bo
Peep. "You fucks don't buzz off I'm gonna have to open up on
you," she said, waving a cane around.

     "Yeah? You and what? A couple of Creamy Peepy poser
sheep?" a mime girl challenged. I wondered how long it took
her to paint the left side of her pussy white, and the right
side black.

     "Hey Marcy, what gives?" I said. She spun around with
huge eyes staring at me."

     "What the..." she started up, then cast a glance at
Rick. "Ricky..."

     "What?" he said.

     "Oh, these fucks started pushing my flock around,"
Marcy said, waving to the poser mimes.

     I gave the mime poser a look and said, "Fuck off."

     "You gonna make me, bitch?" she said. Obviously she
didn't know me, but she knew the knife I had touched against
her nipple after whipping it out of the purse tied to my
sash.

     "You gonna give me a reason?" I said, pushing the tip
to her breast. Just a little harder, and it'd draw blood.

     Her friends all stood up and around, sensing a fight,
but she stepped off. "Fine," she said, stepping back and
away. The rest of them followed and they moved off to chat
by the furries, gesturing at us with glances.

     A pack of boys in sheep outfits filled the space.
"Here," Marcy said to Rick, handing him a bag. One of the
sheep boys stepped away to answer a cell phone.

     "What's that?" I said. Rick blushed.

     "Rick's joining the flock," Marcy said. Another Bo Peep
came over and gave him the once over.

     "Hey blue, can I have him?" She asked. She was in pink,
Marcy was in blue.

     "This one's all mine Pinky," Marcy said. Rick started
undressing. This was just too fucking weird.

     "What was that all about?" I asked, waving over to the
mimes.

     "Fuck Mimes..." Pinky Peep said.

     "They're into 'Undermime'," Marcy said.

     "Yeah, so what the fuck is that all about?" I said
again.

     "Being more dramatically depressed and artistic than
everyone else," she said. Yeah, I guess every generation had
a pack of those. Beatniks to Goths to what... Undermimes?

     "Its a poetry mime thing," one of the sheep around
Pinky said.

     "Sheep are meant to be seen and fucked, not heard,"
Pinky said. The kid in the sheep costume bowed down and
looked up at her. This was some kind of funky furry power
trip thing? I should have gotten the guys to explain it to
me more at the video game shop...

     Rick was nude by now, Marcy grabbed his throbbing dick
and said, "Rick, where's this been?" You could see dried
'sex juice' on his cock - that sort of crusty white look.
Rick just looked at me as Marcy stroked his cock.

     I shrugged. I must've been a lot wetter than I'd
thought when we'd fucked at breakfast. I would's figurede
it'd rub off in the walk or something. "That figures," Marcy
said. "Especially after last night..."

     "Hey Yellow Peep's not coming," cell phone sheep boy
said, returning to the crowd.

     "She said she'd be here with the new kit," Marcy said.
"I couldn't get one in the city yesterday."

     Cell phone sheep shrugged, "She's got a bad cold."

     Rick finished putting on the outfit. Pretty strange
shit. He had an 'X' harness on, with a belt, collar, hat,
armbands and leggings. It even had a tail. He would have
looked like something out a B-movie fantasy flick if it
wasn't all coated in white fluffy balls. The peeps, Marcy
and 'Pinky' where in dresses like a typical picture of Bo
Peep, except the bosom was open bust, putting Marcy's huge
tits out on display on a rack, and in the front the skirt
split at the navel in an upside down 'V' leaving her pussy
out in the open.

     Go figure, all this time I'd wondered what Marcy would
look like naked, and if not for yesterday all I needed to do
was walk past here on one of her many missing Sundays.

     "Why isn't one of my flock sucking my cunt?" Pinky
called out.

     Three of the sheep boys stumbled over each other trying
to get their faces into her crotch. After a minute of
confusion she sighed, and then said, "that's more like
it..." The two losing sheep stood up to hold her up.

     I'd always figured Marcy was crashing a church
somewhere and not telling us. Not some weird geek shit like
this.

     "You come around yet?" Marcy said to me.

     "Huh?" I said. I glanced around at some ten guys in
sheep outfits, her, and Pinky Peep. "Some weird shit you're
into Marce..."

     "About yesterday evening..." she started up.

     "Not you too," I said. "I'm not a..."

     "You were pretty fucking harsh on her," Marcy said.

     "So now what?" Rick said to one of the sheep boys. The
guy handed him what looked like a comic book, and they moved
over to two others messing with a video game player.

     "Hey I would'a figure you of all people," I said.

     "Me?" She asked. "Look if you're into..."

     "I ain't into no shit. besides, you're always
complaining about that lezzie stuff," I said. Pinky pushed
her cunt-sucker off and started watching us. All her sheep
save 'cell phone' moved away.

     "Hey I don't care if you're into that," Marcy said.
"Just don't go dragging me in."

     "Exactly," I said. "And I ain't into it."

     "Look, A.C., there's nothing wrong with..." she
started.

     "Nothing wrong? Who the fuck's talking? You're always
getting hot over it," I said.

     "That's not the same," she said. Pinky Peep gave me a
long look before walking over to the flock of sheep, taking
cell phone sheep, by the cock, with her.

     "Of course its the same," I said.

     "I don't mind fa... gays and shit. But when you go
flaunting the fucking right in my face," she started. Behind
Marcy I watched as cell phone sheep mounted 'Pinky' as the
other sheep boys held her up spread eagled.

     "See what I'm saying," I said, putting my hands on my
hips.

     "No. It's... Its just gross to watch it, and shit," she
said. "You wanna do that shit fine. But keep it under
control you know?"

     "Well I don't wanna do -that shit-," I said.

     "Yeah, fucking right. Girl you were letting her fuck
your ass right in Albatross," she said.

     "I told her she..." I started up.

     "Man... she was good to you too, and you fucked her ass
over," Marcy said. "You need to..."

     "I don't need shit," I said.

     "Yeah you do A.C.," she said, tapping her 'Bo Peep'
staff on the sidewalk. "All she did was fall for you. Girl
practically wanted to be you, and you toss her aside, after
letting her on, after she falls for you."

     "She shouldn't acted all lezzie then," I said.
"Fucking, I ain't lezzie."

     "Shit A.C., you just don't get shit do you?" Marcy
said, getting up in my face.

     "I guess I fucking don't," I said.

     "Hey guys, cool it ok?" Rick said from over with the
sheep. "Its all cool ok?"

     "Fine," Marcy said.

     "She's out anyway," I said.

     "Fine!" Marcy said.

     "Yeah... Fine then," I said. I turned around and
started walking.

     "Hey, don't go telling people about this," Marcy called
over. I looked back as she waved over herself with her
staff.

     "What, like you can all talk about me as some lezzie,
and you want privacy?" I said.

     "Hey I don't go showing my shit all over, even in
fucking Albatross girl," she said.

     I looked around the street, over to the theater where
the mimes were fucking, and then back to her. "Yeah, sure
you don't. Fine then, I won't say shit."



     Rick ran up to me, grabbing my arm, but I shoved him
off. "A.C.?" He said. "Don't be mad at Marcy."

     "Yeah... I know," I said. "Just some shit I gotta work
out..."

     "A.C., you know she loves you," Rick said.

     "Melinda?" I said. Not him to, again...

     "I mean... well yeah, but I meant Marcy," He said.

     "Yeah," I said. "Like sisters."

     "Yeah," he said. "But I wouldn't fuck a sister..." he
grinned at me, goosing my pussy from behind under my ass.

     "Hey!" I said. "Hey Rick, tell her its cool in a bit,
ok, if she's cool. I gotta go."

     "See ya later then, at Albatross?" Rick said.

     "Sure," and I left to the sound of 'Pinky Peep' cumming
behind me.



     Still no twins when I got home. Where the fuck where
they anyway? Note on the table from Pa said only 'out with
Dan.'

      I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. Music
channel had a video that reminded me of the club the night
before. Three girls singing and dancing in the middle of
orgy set in a shallow pool. Pop music, with a lot of rap for
the vocals that would'a fit in at the poetry night over at
Albatross. Rainbow Delight, a girl group with a Black, and
Asian, and a White. No Latinas though, nobody like me. By
the end, the white girl was doing her part while riding some
black guy's cock. Her two companions sucking her tits for
show. Figures.

     Must've been lip synced too. No way in fuck I could
sing doing that shit. Least not that kind of singing.

     I tried the news, got a naked chick in earmuffs and ski
cap talking about a storm in freaking Canada. Public channel
had a thing on how Egyptian women used to go naked, or
nearly so. Topless with see through dresses or skirts. The
show was trying to claim women had more power in ancient
society, and it was patriarchy that took it away in making
them cover it. They went on to some BS about topless women
jumping over bulls. Yeah right... That all just made me
think of Fatima...

     Flipped channels again and got a thing on 'fun with
edible body paint.' This shit wasn't getting me anywhere and
didn't have nothing to do with anything.

     I thought about Melinda. One of the models in body
paint looked a bit like her. She'd been fun to have around,
sure. But after Marcy, there was no fuck'n way I was going
to give in to some misguided lezzie and her cravings.

     I ended up on a trends show on one of the teen
channels. They were showing girls in the latest fashions,
and it showed a lot of those knicker girls. After a
commercial for safe dye for pubic hair and another with pink
and neon dildos they came back with formal dresses that
opened in the front and had open busts above a vest. Kind of
like Marcy's Peep outfit, but less frilly and silly.

     Then they got into dating, and the show starting going
on about girls needing to open up, how to be ready to 'go
all the way', and trying to tell us it was normal to like
other girls as well as guys.

     'Your boyfriend will really like it if you let him
inside with you and your girlfriend in the same encounter,'
the show's hostess said. Some teeny singer I figured the
twins would know. I didn't follow shit as well as I should
have. Fuck her, I thought. All she knows is what those
Program people tell her to say on the show. She rolled some
footage of herself getting banged on a set by a pretty boy
as she sucked out another girl's cunt - her new music video.
Fucking TV didn't know shit, I turned it off.



     I took one of Pa's beers and a joint and went to sit
out on the apartment steps, see who was around. Didn't see
the twins anywhere, just the pregnant white lady across the
way in 12B. Fucking barefoot, naked, and pregnant. In Pa's
day she would have been a walking metaphor.

     "You see my brother and sister?" I called over. She
shook her head no, standing in her doorway looking out to
the street and puffing on a cig. Lippmann would'a had a fit
seeing her doing that with her belly like it was. Seven and
a half months if I remembered right.

     Yeah well, fuck Lippmann. Guess her and Magante are
gonna get to have me nude for the rest of the year now...

     Figured it was probably time to toss the rest of my
cloths.  Couple blocks away out by one of the churches they
had a donation box. Probably didn't want my underwear, but
fuck em...

     Just as I was getting up to go in and gather my shit
up, a woman I'd never seen before came around the corner
from the back apartments and made her way straight over to
me. I stood up, cig in hand, dildo hanging off my waist.
"Yeah?"

She was a Chicana, maybe mid thirties somewhere, in an open
bust gray utility belted vest and bottomless uniform with
the phone company logo on it. She had matching boots and
thigh high stockings, cunt-hair shaved to look like a phone
headset. There was something filmy caked on around her
lightly fluttered brown cunt-lips. "Uh... You the lady of
the house?"

     "Fuck if I know... shit, whatever, yeah," I said.
"What's it to you?" Guess I looked old enough to her.

     She scratched her head. "We're gonna be rewiring the
lines next week, can I come in to check the jacks?" She held
up some kind of over sized phone thingy.

     "Well I was just..." I started.

     "Won't take long," she said.

     "Sure, go ahead," I said. Rewiring? For what?

     ""Habla Espa�ol?" she said, give me a look over.

     ""S�, por qu,?" I said.

     "Good to keep up with your culture," she said.

     My culture? Fuck if I knew much, growing up out here.
"I don't speak much though," I said.

     "You should learn," she said. She walked around the
living room for a moment. I noticed her vest had two coat-
tails, split low enough that her ass would be on them if she
sat, but her anus and pussy would be on display if she bent
over. Clever outfit. "How many phone jacks do you have?" She
asked.

     "One in here, one in the kitchen," I said. I pointed
over to the one beside the TV. "Like your uniform," I added.

     She rolled her eyes, "It's crazy," she said. "Had to
choose between this," she gestured over herself, "and my
boyfriend..."

     "His loss," I said. She nodded and smiled.

     "I get fucked a lot more now..." she hefted her tits up
then gave me a long look. "Took it up my ass an hour ago. I
shouldn't talk like that to someone your age... You know,
you're the second girl I've come across on her porch today
with that look on her face," she said, pointing at me.

     "Huh," I said, not really all that interested. I had
other shit to worry about.

     "Yeah, had to fix a bad line about two blocks away on
the cul-de-sac. Poor thing..." she said.

     Ok, she had me now. But instead I put out my cig and
lit another, making like I didn't give a shit as I watched
her plug that phone thingy into the wall. Yeah, that outfit
did put her asshole right in your face... I had this mental
image of Kevin and Rubin taking turns fucking her in that
position. Thinking about what she'd said, I imagined what
she did when a house had a man in it... I tried not to think
of my own fingers sliding into that inviting pussy of
hers...

     "She was sitting there crying, wouldn't tell me what
was wrong," she said. "But she looked lost, just like
you..."

     "Lost?" I said. Fuck that, I know what's for. I ain't
lost.

     "Where's the other jack?" she said. "Her Pa's the one
that ass-fucked me."

     "Over here," I led her into the kitchen next to the
microwave. This was the one we used.

     "Wow, a rotary dial," she said.

     "Yeah, my Pa insists," I said. I didn't need to tell
her about the secret government codes that traveled on
digital phone signals in order to locate gays, communists,
and environmentalists, because it was just another one of
Pa's crazy theories. Standing next to her, I noticed a
little stun gun clipped to her belt, and another on her
boot. Figured it was better not to ask, but I couldn't
resist.

     "Ever have to use that?" I asked, pointing to the
stunner on her belt.

     "Not yet," she said. "Thank goodness too..."

     "Huh," I said. Looking closer I noticed it had a thumb
print scanner. Good idea, keep someone from using it on her.

     "It works, but it's really just for show..." She
disconnected her tool from the phone jack. "There, all
done," she said. "They're bringing out new wires, the lines
out here are almost a century old and we keep having
problems. Town wants to lay fiber down in this neighborhood,
and we're piggybacking new lines into the buildings on it."
In true workman's form, she scratched her cunt casually and
gave me an odd glance, then started walking out.

     "Huh," I said. Pa would go nuts, convinced they were
finally tapping into him. This place was gonna become a tin
foil circus if I didn't watch out.



     When she was gone I thought about Melinda again.
Sitting on her porch crying her eyes out. "Fuck..."

     Damn bitch would get over me... Something kept getting
in my eyes so I got pissed off and sat in front of the TV
with no fucking idea what was on. Just a lot of white haired
old men screaming about doom, gays, and the end of the free
world, mixed with strip poker and kung fu movies with the
'naked master' style. Whatever the fuck that was...

     I popped in that 'Tenyari' video game the twins liked,
but my character kept getting killed or eaten five minutes
in by some big ass hairy wolf, or skewered on a sword in the
fantasy tavern it started you out in. Somehow I figured that
wasn't supposed to be able to happen... Unless you really
fucked up the first scene. Guess it didn't help when I
attacked all the people with little green diamonds over
their heads... or the one that was a girl, but with a pink
heart over her head... even the fucking game was trying to
tell me I was lezzie...

     I ended up throwing the cartridge across the room,
getting my garter purse and dildo, grabbing my cloths up in
a trash bag, and storming out of the apartment. The bag
wasn't even fully closed, so I ended up trailing a line of
panties behind me for a block and a half before I figured
out what was for. Some kid was trailing behind snatching
them up and sniffing. Little pervert.

     "Hey!" I yelled back, not in the mood for shit. "If you
want it, keep it." I threw the whole bag at him, knocking
him over in surprise.

     His shocked look would have been funny if I'd been in a
better mood. Instead I just walked off. No idea where I was
going, but I took the long way out of the neighborhood,
avoiding Melinda's cul-de-sac.



     After an hour I found myself in a diner just off the
freeway, looking at a menu and trying to choose between
getting fat or getting obese. The waitresses all had on
little French maid dresses, but with an oval open bust and
rack to display their tits, and splits in the skirts at belt
level to leave their pussies on displays. Pretty hot I
guess, if half of them hadn't been over forty. The only men
working the place were a few voices I could hear in the
kitchen.

     "Hey I'll take..." I started to say into a cunt
standing next to me before feeling a hint of familiarity.

     "A.C.!" Cindy's voice said.

     "Oh, high, you work here?" I said.

     "My uncle's place," she said. "Like the outfit?" she
gave me a twirl.

     "Nice, but a little funny on them," I said, gesturing
over to the two older waitresses on the other end of the
place.

     She rolled her eyes, then sat down and said, "yeah...
but they wouldn't let me wear it alone."

     "You mean you didn't have to talk them into going
around like that?" I asked.

     "Yeah, I did. But after Jenna's husband saw it, she
couldn't get enough of it," Cindy said, waving over to them.
I had no idea which one was Jenna, not that it mattered.
"That was Wednesday," she added.

     "So it's new?" I said.

     She nodded. "Jenna said she's been getting her brains
fucked out all night. Her man even skipped watching the game
to fuck her."

     "So where's your friend Kitten?" I asked.

     She furrowed her brows and spat out, "your brother's a
fucker!"

     Well yeah, I thought. That's pretty much what he did
with the both of them. But I just said, "huh?"

     "Kitten thought he liked him, so she stayed over after
letting him take her cherry," Cindy said. "He didn't even
give a fuck enough to say thanks."

     "Figured," I said. "I found her fucked out on the
living room floor like a burned out whore." Cindy bunched up
her nose like something smelled.

     "Can I kick his ass?" she said, raising her eyes to me.

     "Be my guest," I said. "Shoot the little punk for all I
care."

     "She was crying all morning Saturday," Cindy said. "So
where's your brother?"

     "Fuck if I know," I said. "Haven't seen the twins since
yesterday." I looked down at the menu. "So what's good?"

     "Try the cheese sandwich. It's got a Mole sauce with
potatoes."

     "The sauce for chicken?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

     "Yeah, it works," she said.

     "Ok, sure," I said.

     She got up. "Can you talk to Manuel?"

     "When I see him," I said. Not that I probably would,
cause even if I did he wouldn't give a shit. "But, he won't
listen."

     "Well, long as you're cool with me trying to kick his
ass," she said.

     "Give it your best," I said. Rosa would probably cut
her good if she went through with it, if Manuel didn't win.

     She took off, I watched her go thinking how similar her
maid dress was to Marcy's Bo Peep outfit. At the next table
over the guy who's order she took started fingering her
pussy, but she didn't stop to slap him. Instead she glanced
over at me and grinned, holding her fingers up in a 'V'.
Weird.

     And the sandwich was good, although unusual. I had to
fend off three offers to fuck, one request for a blowjob,
and a couple of 'friendly hands', but the meal was good.
Funny how nobody dared that kind of attitude at Albatross or
even the mall. But looking around, I noticed another
bottomless woman getting a lot of attention, and the method
for the waitresses seemed like a petting zoo.

     On my way out I noticed something funny about a sign in
the window through the sunlight. Outside I turned to look.
It was a sketch of figure in the waitress outfit with hands
cupping the tits and a cock in the cunt. Below it read 'tips
welcome'.

     "Figures," I said to myself, wondering what kind of
uncle would let his niece work in conditions like that. I
still didn't know where to go, but I figured I might as well
head on over to Albatross.



     Twenty minutes of wandering the old downtown and I
found myself passing a group of old men sitting outside on
tables between a cafe and a law office. There was nothing
but nobody anywhere but us - a series of closed up
storefronts and a few cars parked along the street belonging
to nobody I could figure. It was that part of town where you
could see the river across a vacant lot every few blocks,
but not from where we were.

"Over up county, they tore out all the old shops and put up
one of those super chains," a man in suspenders said as I
passed. His companions nodded.

"and they're paying for it too, Doug," the one in a suit
three decades out said. "That town's gone even drier than we
have. All the money leaves to the chain."

They all nodded, and Doug started to say; "well, we gotta do
som..." but stopped on sighting me.

A browner faced gentleman of about sixty took a sip from a
cup and glanced up at me. "Now there's something you don't
see round here too often," he said.



     "Hey abuelo," I said. Couple old guys, probably
harmless. ""Que pasa?"

     "Sit down chiquitita, give an old man's eyes some
pleasure," the browner man said. He was as dark as me, but
with grey hair rather than my blond.

     "Dirty old man," I said, but I sat in an empty chair
between brown and 'Doug'. As I did I pulled up my left leg
to put my foot on the chair and fold my arms over my calf.
That left me flashing it all to brown.

     "Did you lose something?" the one in the suit across
from me asked.

     "Lose?" I said.

     "Your dress," brown said, stating the obvious.

     "I'm in the Program," I said.

     "On a Sunday?" Doug asked. "Its not a school day..."

     "Ok, so yeah. Like I burned all my cloths anyway," I
said. "Its funner being naked."

     "Back in our day, you'd never see this," brown said.

     "So how's a blond like you get so tanned?" suit added.

     I glanced at brown, who added; "you are blond right?
Naturally?"

     I giggled and looked down at my pussy, reaching a hand
down to rub over my mound. "Guess ya can't tell with it
shaved huh? Yeah, my Pa says we've got Moorish blood, but I
don't know - I'm darker than him and the twins." What I
didn't say is how I used to wonder if my Pa was really my
Pa, till I saw pictures of his father - my grandfather. I
looked a lot like my grandfather, only, well, hopefully
prettier.

     "I always said shaved looked sexier," suit said. "Belle
never would go for it though."

     I put my legs on the table and spread out wide. "If you
look close you might see I'm really blond."

     "Can't they dye that now?" brown said.

     "Abuelo, you're no fun," I said. "I'm a natural, cross
my pussy and hope to get it kissed." I used my fingers to
spread myself open. I was trying real hard to keep from
busting out laughing, but also hoping I wouldn't give one of
these old guys a problem.

     "World's a changing place Eduardo," suit said,
revealing brown's name. Being older gentlemen, they were
trying to not let me notice how their eyes locked on my
spread out cunt, but it was obvious. I guess guys never
change, no matter how old they get.

     "Go ahead, touch it," I said.

     "No," Eduardo said. "Much as we would love to indulge
you chiquitita, you're too young for us."

     "Damn lawyers," suit said.

     "You would know," Doug said, raising his cup as if
giving a cheer.

     "Couple of old men like us would stir up a world of
trouble with a young miss like yourself," suit said.



     Doug gave me a long look, then said; "what I wouldn't
give to be seventeen again. So where are you going all alone
like this?"

     I just shrugged, looking down at my wiggling toes.

     "Boyfriend trouble?" Eduardo asked. I shook my head no.

     "Uh... its just..." I started.

     "Hmm... well, in this day and age... girlfriend
trouble?" Doug asked.

     My feet fell off the table and I glared at Doug. "No!"
I said.

     They all sat there looking at each other before turning
to look at me. "Just a rough day then?" Eduardo said.

     "Yeah..." I said. "Look guys, I gotta bail," I said.

     "That's what my client said," Doug said, and the others
chuckled.

     I got up and gave them each a kiss on the cheek,
noticing how they jolted when my bare tits brushed their
shoulders. "Later pops," I said.

     When I got one closed down shop away, I heard suit say;
"what a fine ass on that one, I'll need a refill on my pills
tonight."

     "If she was just a few years older, I would have bent
that ass over the table and..." Doug started.

     "It's a better world," Eduardo said. Men, guess they
just grow a little more discreet when they get older, and
figured I couldn't hear them. "Too back to lose a hottie
like that to the other team."

     I turned around and called back; "Hey pops, I rather
like my ass bent over a table with a nice hard cock ramming
into me." They gave me a look that reminded me of a puppy
that knew it wasn't supposed to go on the carpet, but didn't
know how to stop. "That cock could'a been yours!" I yelled
back, before giggling and running around the corner. To be
honest, while I could go for a three way, I don't think I
could go for a grandpa type like that. But it was fun to
flirt with them.

     Around the corner, I sat down on an old bench and
rubbed my pussy thinking about what it might be like to get
fucked out here, only I switched the old guys for Kevin,
Rick, and Rubin in my head.

     Sometimes its just fun to frig off like that, and doing
it in the afternoon sun is even cooler. The whole time only
one person passed - a middle aged woman in a sundress. But
it was still fun, even without an audience. It was fun just
to know I had the freedom to masturbate myself anywhere I
wanted to.

     My dildo was in my purse, so I had to do it all by
hand, pumping three fingers in, and then moving over my clit
after the sensitivity was just right. I'd tug on my clit
ring, circle a finger around it, and then back inside my
vagina with three, pumping them like a cock while I let my
imagination wander.

     When I came though, it wasn't Kevin or even a cock that
I saw, but the image of a girl sucking on my pussy. I got up
and looked down at my puffed up pussy and pointing clit. I
felt proud of my sex right then, proud to be on display and
wanton in what I did. A part of me wanted to go back and
show those old men that I'd just fucked myself. But I
figured why bother. I kept walking.



     I made my way to Albatross, avoiding the theater area,
not wanting to see Marcy just yet. Not that I knew why, if I
was going to Albatross. Coming in from the far direction, I
passed the diner Paul's girl had been in the other day. Just
my luck, she was in there right by the window and looked up
as I passed. She had a menu pad in her hand, and wore
nothing but a little hat and a garter belt with stockings.
The old man at her table was so busy drooling over her pussy
he never saw mine, but she sure did. She made a gun shooting
gesture and then pointed low at me. I flipped her off and
kept walking.

     If she kept working there, it was gonna be a problem.
Sooner or later, something would happen.



     I walked into Albatross and saw half the gang already
there. May, Kevin, and Rubin were all hanging out by those
new bean bags with May busy slowly jacking the two off while
Rubin rubbed her pussy. They all seemed to be in mid
conversation, but they dropped it when I walked in.

     "Hey," I said, nodding to May.

     "Hey," she said back, then turned her eyes down to the
hand holding Rubin's dick. So it was like that...

     I sat on a bar stool across from Bill. He glanced to
May and then back to me, ending with a look at the door.
"So..." he said. "Last day under the Program, right?"

     "Yeah, though it really ends on Friday, guess I got to
hold with it through the weekend in places," I said.

     "Right, that lady you got running it talked me into
putting the place under it," he said.

     We'd already gone over this the other day. "Noticed
that the other day," I said.

     Bill turned around and started working on a latte for
me. "So where's your redhead?" he asked.

     "She won't be coming around anymore," I said. He turned
to look at me, pausing while the coffee poured down into the
shot glass. He didn't say anything, but he glanced over me
to May and then nodded.

     A minute later he gave me a double latte. "Thanks," I
said. He turned back to the machine and started another.

     "You know," he started. "I need you to bring em in and
keep em here, not drive em away..." Bill rose a shot glass
of espresso up to me and we clinked cups like a cheer.

     "I'm just not..." I said, but then thought better of
it.

     "You know; there's a lot of things you can do when
you're young. Things you can get away with, things you can
grow with. As long as you don't hurt anyone, life goes on,"
Bill said.

     "Too late for that..." I whispered, looking down into
my latte. Bill raised an eyebrow at me and finished his
straight shot of espresso.

     "Wish -I- was still young enough to bag a redhead..."
he said.

     "Bill..." I said. "You shouldn't talk like that around
a young lady like me."

     "Lady my ass," he said, smiling.

     "Ok, but still..." I said, grinning back. "What would
your cousin think?"

     "Alandra Cabrera, how long have you known me?" Bill
said. "You kids know you can trust me."

     "You should have told us Bill," I said. I shook my
latte cup at him.

He waved his arms up in an aerial shrug. "Ok, ok... yeah,
but then I would've lost my best customers."

"True..." I said. Although; we weren't his best customers at
the time. But I didn't push it.

     We had a bit of a pregnant pause as I sat there
watching him watch me. "Oh, yeah..." I heard Rubin say
behind me, but I didn't bother to look.

     "So... what'ya really think of all this shit?" I asked
him, waving over myself.

     Bill gave me one of those long looks. The sort I might
give a junker-car I was thinking 'maybe I could fix her up
right, but should I bother?' He was probably evaluating me,
or what he would say.

     "You kids," he finally said. "Too much drama..." He
picked up his espresso cup and started wiping the counter
with that rag he always had.

     "Come on Bill," I said. "Let's have it."

     "Here, now... it's just here and now," he said. I
wanted Bill and I got some monk in a cave. "Don't fight it
so much, just live it."

     He looked at my tits before forcing a gaze into my
eyes. "Does it all really matter as much as you think it
does?" he said.

     "Well," I started. "This Program sure does..."

     "Think so?" he said.

     "Fuck yeah, it changed -like- everything." To bring
home my point I cupped my tits and glanced down.

     Bill just shrugged. "Life goes on," he said.

     "Huh," I answered back, not sure if he got it. "You've
sure changed this place up."

     "Same old cafe," he said. "Just needed new furniture."

     "And me, this?" I waved around. I half pointed over to
May and added, "that?" to her credit, May was kneeling on
the floor and sucking off Rubin. Kevin was just looking at
me with a blank gaze.

     "Ok, that's pretty big," Bill said. "For a fashion
statement. But is it really as big a deal as you think?"

     "I..." I started, before pausing. Some shit had
changed, and some hadn't. The gang was still there, even
with the sex. Yeah, they were mad at me, but I guess Bill
had a point - it was just drama we was fussing over. I
watched May and Rubin, and Kevin watching me.

     How long would this last? How right was Bill? How many
changes until it was too much? May was more than just pissed
at me over Melinda.

     And what about something else - outside of us? The
Program alone hadn't shaken us up, but it sure made people
notice we was mixed more often. Kevin took more shit than
usual this week. And then there was Mitch and his crew. We
could handle the Program, but they couldn't handle us in it.
People like that might bring change to us.

     "You kids," Bill continued. "You let..." and then he
stopped to look up as the bell on the door jingled.

     Magante walked in and looked around, smiling at the
sight of me. She was probably proud I was still naked like
her. She started beaming when she saw a fully naked May
giving the works to Rubin.

     "You let everything get to you," Bill said. He placed
his empty espresso cup back on the table. "If something in
life is really going to shake it up, change everything, its
not going to be something you have time to make all this
drama over," Bill added.

     Magante approached. She gave May another look as May
turned to look at us, and then she gave me a glance with
raised eyebrows, dropping her smile. "Hey girl," she began,
"what's wrong?"

     Her tone was uncomfortably casual given who she was,
and I tensed, shrugging.

     "She's chained by her worries and sorrows," Bill said.
"Too much worry, too much drama."

     "Teenage hormones," Magante said. She dropped her hand
onto my thigh as she sat down beside me. "Lover's spat?" she
asked. "Comes and goes..."

     Bill nodded, glancing from Magante's tits to mine.
"Just look at her Yasmine," he said. "No hope, with that sad
look."

     "You can tell that from my tits?" I said. Bill blushed
and Magante laughed.

     "Men think they can tell everything about a woman from
her tits," Magante said. Bill just rolled his eyes.

     "You know..." he said, looking at Magante, "she's got
herself into some kind of a funk."

     "Ok guys, time to stop talking about me," I said.

     Magante looked around, then nodded at May and the boys.
"You should talk to them," she said. "Get it all out."

     "More drama..." Bill said. "Women..."

     "It ain't about that," I said.

     "Yeah..." Bill added.

     "Oh?" Magante looked at me, letting a pause settle.

     "So," I said, hoping for a subject change. "What
happens Monday?"

     "You can dress up again, but May needs to do twenty
five more days under the volunteer rules," Magante said,
casually swirling her dildo over the lips of her pussy.

     "Well I don't have any cloths anymore. What I meant was
about Ms. Mitchell. Is she..." something caught up with me.
"Wait, twenty five days? Weekends don't count for May?"

     "Fraid not. But will it really make a difference with
her? So like I said, you're done at midnight tonight."
Magante ran the tip of her dildo up my thigh and into my
crotch, rubbing my clit piercing with it as she flipped on
the vibrations. "Enjoy it while it lasts." I shivered and
edged away. For once, Bill was watching my face and not my
tits or cunt.

     "Well, its gonna keep on lasting for me," I said.
"Don't have any cloths cause I burned em all yesterday."

     "Now that takes Cajones," Bill said.

     "You see any of those down here?" I said, spreading my
legs and opening my pussy up with my fingers. That also
allowed me to block Magante's dildo without having to make a
scene or even let her know I didn't want it.

     "You know what I mean..." He said.

     "Yeah," I said.

     "You burned your cloths?" Magante said. "Too bad you're
just a kid Alandra, you're just like my friends back in
Cali." She paused, pulling her dildo back. "Don't you ever
repeat that."

     "But why?" Bill said.

     "Actually, it was a dare," I said.

     "All great movements start with something foolish or
foolhardy," Magante said. "Don't worry about Mitchell, she
won't mess with you guys unless you act up."

     "Yeah well, that's the definition of us," I said.
Magante just smiled.

     "Why you in here anyway?" I asked. "You're always in
our business or something." I know she just tried to
compliment me, but I had to set boundaries.

     Her smile dropped, and Bill gave me a look, stopping
the hand he'd been wiping the counter with. "Nothing to do
with you kids today," Magante said. "I like the mood in
here, so I told a guy I need to meet he could find me here."

     "Ooo... hot date?" Bill said, grinning.

     "No Bill, business. But I could get it kinky for you
honey," Magante said.

     "I think I need to go barf up somewhere," I said.
Honestly, old people...

     "Just some guy with a teen-club who's interested in
Program outreach," Magante said. "Some place called 'Tz-
that'."

     "I been there," I said. "But business on a Sunday?"

     Magante shrugged, "I wanted to get in on his dance club
quick. Get something for the kids at school to enjoy."

     "He's already made a deal with the other high school,"
I said.

     Magante raised an eyebrow. "I'll keep that in mind.
Maybe I can keep him from leveraging something out of it."

     "Got bounced from there last night..." I said.

     "What happened..." Bill said with a roll of his eyes.

     "Hey it wasn't me. Some bitch tried to knife May and we
all tossed it up in the stairs," I said.

     "If something's going on around here Alandra, I'd like
to know about it before it lands on my desk," Magante said.

     "It's nothing," I said. Lied was more like it. "We got
our own backs."

     "Really, Alandra, you can trust me," Magante said.
Yeah, like I could trust you when you were talking and doing
shit about me all week... I shrugged.

     "You want I should clear out before he comes?" I asked
Bill.

     "Don't worry about it," he said. Magante shrugged,
wasn't her call anyway. But I doubt she minded.



     "Well, I got shit to work out," I said, getting up from
my stool. I looked behind us to see what the gang was up to.
May was in Rubin's lap and facing him. His dick looked soft
sitting there under her ass. Kevin was sitting next to them
reading a paper for some reason. I went over and sat on his
other side, in the couch we always used.

     "Check this shit out," Kevin said to me. "Woman found
guilty of sex harassment for refusing sex with co-workers."
He passed me the page he'd been on.

     "What the fuck?" I said. I read it a little as Kevin
lit a cig. Some lady out in New York, started going nude in
the office and letting two of her cubicle mates fuck her in
the break room, got sued by her manager for refusing to let
him and a third man in the cubicle next to hers have their
turns. "Says here she brought the sex in, and it was
harassment in how she dished it out," I said. "That's fucked
up."

     "Check out the one below it," he said, passing me the
cigarette.

     I took a puff and looked, it was some article on sex
and nudity at work. It was about how sex harassment cases
were getting all confused under the new rules that came
about with the Program reforms and the new ERA. "Well,
they've got a guy here who lost a harassment case when he
tried to make all the women follow Program rules..."

     "Oh?" Kevin reached for the paper and I gave it back.
"Yeah, it wasn't in their contracts when they were hired.
Look at this here," He said. "Fuck, I'll just read it;
'future employees hired under 'nudity clauses' can be made
to follow Program or sexual activity requirements if they
consent to it in their contracts.'"

     "So Lippmann was right - they can make me a whore if I
want to work in their office," I said, handing him back his
cig.

     "Looks like," Kevin said. "Fucked up shit..."

     "I think it's a good thing," May said as she looked
over and took the cig from Kevin. "Frigid bitches need to
loosen up," she looked at me.

     Kevin turned the page. "They've got some kind of rules
here," he said. "'Federal Fair Sexual Employment
Guidelines', section what the fuck of some shit or other."
He held up the paper, two whole pages of small obscure
writing in several columns, with a website listed at the
top.



     "Who the fuck's gonna read all that?" I said.

     "Well, you better, it's your cunt on the line," Kevin
said.

     "What do I care," May said. "I'll fuck em all, bring on
the cocks and cunts baby, cause I'll just fuck em either
way." I rolled my eyes, she just didn't get it.

     "Cunts... they can't make me fuck no dykes," I said.

     "Man A.C., nobody but nobody gives a shit about that
but you anyway," May said.

     "Girl on girl is hot man," Rubin said, taking the cig
from May.

     "Yeah, that's the best shit," Kevin said, looking down
at my clit.

     "Ok Rubin, so why don't you stick it up Kevin's ass
then? Why should I have to if I'm not into it?" I said.

     "Ew gross," May said. "It's not the same thing."

     "Why not?" I said. "Girl on girl, boy on boy, what's
the difference?"

     "It's just not," Rubin said. He finished the cig and
tossed it into an ashtray.

     "Fucking hypo... hypno... whatever. Double standard," I
said.

     "Shit A.C., you're the one who was raised by a gay
dad," May said. "You of all people..."

     "It's just not the same," Rubin said. "Everybody likes
girl on girl. And there's no... Well, no shit involved."

     "And it's not like she doesn't like it," May said.
"Fuck, A.C. likes pussy even more than I do. She just won't
fuck'n admit it."

     "Fuck..." I really didn't know what to say to that, so
I just crossed my arms and turned away from her. We dropped
into silence, sitting there mad at each other and the guys
not wanting to blow anything up.



     I quietly flipped through the fashion section of
Kevin's Sunday paper. They had a section on trends for
nudists and semi nudists. Capes, open bust blouses, above
the crotch split open dresses and skirts, girdles,
stockings, and so on. One model was in bell-bottom stockings
and sleeves, with a waist chain and nothing else between.
They also had that 'two panels' dress the teacher on poetry
night was wearing. They were calling it a 'tabard' and
saying it used to be worn by men on the outside of armor in
the crusades. Now it made the perfect dress, since any wind
would blow it fully open, and you could slide it out of the
way when you sat. Like she had - leaving herself naked.
Apparently the capes and tabards were taking off in San
Francisco and New York where it was too cold to be naked all
the time, even in summer.

     After a few minutes my mind was off the fight when May
suddenly burst out with, "hey, isn't that the guy from the
club last night, and that Indian bitch from the coat rack?"

     "Yeah, the one who looks a lot like Fatima," Rubin
said.

     I looked up, the bell had gone off a minute ago and
they were just walking up to a table with Magante in the
process of sitting her ass down so their backs were to us.

     The girl stood there while her boss fingered her pussy
and said something. After that she left to go to Bill.

     "What's that about?" said Kevin.

     "Working out a deal for our school," I said. "Magante
was telling me about it." To make my point the guy pulled
out a folder with what might have been flyers in it and
handed one over to Magante.

     The bell on the door rang again and in came Fatima.
"This should be good," May said.

     Fatima took one look at the girl coming back with a
tray of drinks and the smile she'd had at the door fled back
outside, leaving her scowling. I couldn't see the Indian
girl, but her body language looked even less friendly.



     "What's up with that?" Kevin asked when Fatima arrived.

     "Her kind blame my people for a lot of bad blood, and
the way they get treated here," Fatima said.

     "Aren't you guys, like, the same race or something
though?" Rubin asked. Talk about stupid, and he should know,
given how everyone assumes he and I are both Mexicans.

     Fatima just shrugged, "Sharvani and I are night and
day," she said. "In the old country, our brothers would be
trying to kill each other." I looked between them. Fatima
sat down and took Kevin's cigs off the table, lighting one.

"You smoke?" May said. I couldn't recall if she had before.

Sharvani, the other girl, was fully naked and getting finger
fucked at her table. I recalled she had a shaved cunt when
she came in, and a nipple piercing with a cross dangling
from it. A lot of makeup too - almost like a TV evangelist.
Both girls had long black hair. Sharvani shoulder length and
with green highlights, Fatima halfway down her back but
under a bandana. I remembered how she'd had that full on
head thing back on Monday. Today she had hip-hugger jeans
and a lacy bra under an open jacket. She looked like some
kind of 1980s pop star. But she had a crescent and star
design on a little necklace. It was the wildest outfit I'd
seen her in so far.

     Part of me wanted to compliment her tits, nibble on the
little brown nipple I knew was under that black bra and... I
shut that fucking voice up as fast as I could. Fucking
lezzies were taking over my mind... It didn't help seeing
Sharvani gasping out as the finger fuck she was getting
turned hard and fast, finishing with a shaking cum.

"No." Fatima dragged on the cig like May sucking cock. She
looked stressed. I heard her whisper, "fuck..."





     Bill came over with a cup which he gave Fatima. She
sniffed and called out, "Monsoon again! Thank you Mr. Bill."

     "I have my talents," he said, chuckling and muttering
something about being live on Saturday that made no sense.

     "Wait, I forgot to pay him," Fatima said, starting to
get up. Bill must've heard cause he just waved his hand as
he went around his counter.



     I saw Sharvani glance at him, then at us, and then
whisper something to her boss as the man licked the fingers
I guessed had been in her pussy moments before. I felt like
calling the cops on him, she had to be too young for him.
But I guess it gave Magante the leverage she needed, and I
didn't like that little cunt anyway. If she had it in for
Fatima she had it in for us.

     I wasn't sure either. Teachers would touch Program kids
all the time, for class shit. But I knew fucking would get
you in trouble. After all, there was what I did with Mr. H.
I'd bet my left tit this guy was fucking Sharvani.



     "So... where is Melinda?" Fatima asked. She lit a
second cigarette.

     "Ask her," May said, glancing at me.

     "She... she's not coming around anymore," I said. I
hoped the look I gave Fatima made it clear I didn't want to
talk about it.

     She glanced at me and sipped her coffee. After a minute
it seemed like she was nodding to herself, maybe working out
a reason for what was going on. Maybe I'd tell her later,
but not now. Not with May being such a bitch about it.

     "I saw a girl just like her blow herself up next to
three of my cousins and my aunt," Fatima said. "Everyone
dead," she waived the hand with the cigarette in Sharvani's
direction.

     "Shit..." Rubin said.

     "When?" Kevin asked, grabbing the cig out of Fatima's
mouth.

     "Last year," she said. "We went to see the matchmaker
for my cousin's wedding. I'm the youngest. Was the youngest,
so auntie sent me to get chai from a vendor across the
street." I wondered what kind of family she came from that
got targeted by that kind of attack and had to flee here.
But it was probably a good idea not to ask.

     Kevin put out the cigarette.



     Another long silence was finally broken when Rubin
asked Fatima; "good coffee?"

     Fatima finally noticed Rubin's jeans had that hole in
the front for his dick to dangle out limply underneath May's
naked ass. She blushed and looked deep into her cup.
"Yeah..." she said. "Mr. Bill makes it better than back
home."

     "Just call him Bill," I said. "I think he's actually
another Harrison, like Mr. H. at school."

     "Yeah if you call him Mr. Harrison I'm gonna gag," May
said. "I don't need to be reminded those two are related."



     Marcy and Rick popped in, still in their cosplay
outfits. Marcy went over to Bill and Rick came in and sat
down next to me. "Have you seen Marcy's wallet?" he asked.

     "No," I said. Everyone shrugged. "You don't keep it in
a purse?"

     "We can't find it," Rick said.

     "What's with the getup?" May asked.

     Rubin and Kevin looked up with wide eyes at Rick in his
sheep gear.

     "It's a thing," Marcy said. Risk just shrugged, trying
to look cool dressed as a big fluffy cotton ball with
ballerina-black tights and sleeves. He looked more like a
silly poodle with his dick hanging out down there...

     Fatima glanced at her coffee as if reading her fortune.

     "Where'd you see it last?" I asked.

     Rick sat down next to May, with Marcy in her fluffy bo-
peep dress filling out his lap. "Last night I think," she
said. I remembered seeing her giving something to Rick
around the bonfire.

     "At the park?" Rick said, dropping his hands into
Marcy's uncovered lap. "Maybe we should go check there."

     "Probably gone by now," May said, before sharing a
glance with Kevin. "But we could go check."

     "We could use getting out of here," Kevin said.

     "Let me go change first," Marcy said, getting up and
leaving for the restroom. Rick just took his bag and started
stripping down in front of us.

     "You into this shit?" Kevin asked.

     "She likes it," Rick said, pulling on his briefs.

     "Kinda kinky," May said. She was one to talk.

     Rick struggled into a t-shirt while trying to shrug. We
waited for Marcy. "So what's gonna happen?" I said, poking
Fatima.

     She bounced up, "huh?"

     "You've been reading that cup like some fortune
cookie," I said.

     "That's Chinese that do that," Rubin said.

     "We do tea leaves," May said. As if she was really
Chinese...

     "I was just," Fatima nodded at Rick.

     "Yeah, pretty freaky outfit there man," Kevin said.
Marcy came back topless in jeans with the dress folded up in
her arms, those huge tits of hers swinging free from side to
side as she walked. "So this is what you do on Sundays?"
Kevin added to her. She smiled and nodded.

     "It's fun," Marcy said, "We all going?" For a girl
who'd been so uptight about showing herself, she seemed
utterly unconcerned that the guys were drooling over her
unusually pale tits as she folded her arms, pushing them up
into a shelved display.

     "Might as well," Kevin said. "Gives me an excuse to
take my car over to AC's after."

     "Something wrong with it?" I asked.

     "You tell me," he said. "Engine sounded a little
scratchy."



HERE





     May and Fatima went with Marcy, I went with the guys in
Kevin's car.

     I sat in the back between Rubin and Rick with my legs
up over theirs. Well, I didn't start that way, but I ended
up like that before we'd even pulled off the curb as the
guys opened me up and started pumping my dildo into my
pussy.

     "Hey..." I said as Rick flipped the dildo on while
pulling on my left nipple with his other hand. Rubin grabbed
my piercing, down below, and started flicking it. "How am I
supposed to listen to the engine and get fucked at the same
time?"

     I reached over and took Rubin's dick in hand and
started pumping away.

     "Hey man, you spill it you clean it," Kevin called from
up front.

     Rick stopped pumping the vibrating dildo to unbutton
his own jeans and pull his cock out. Naturally I grabbed a
hold of that and started working the both of them as they
kneaded my tits and took turns working my clit and the
dildo. After a few mins they pulled it out and switched to
finger fucking me. Frankly, the dildo was better, but the
fingers were funner. Up front Kevin was driving with one
hand, and you know where the other hand was.

     "Hey slow it down AC or I'm gonna get my jizz all over
Kevin's seat," Rubin said.

     "Yeah..." Rick added. So I laid off, dropping my hands
and letting them fuck with me. They sped up the pace, and I
was on my second cum by the time we pulled off the road and
into the lot at the park.

     "So..." I started to say, but found myself grabbed up
out of the car by Rubin who promptly pushed me against the
door after slamming it shut and rammed his cock right up my
cunt from behind. It all went so fast I barely knew what was
up before he was pumping into me hard and fast.

     "...Ah... fuck yeah," he grunted out. Rick came over on
one side, Kevin on the other. Between thrusts as my head was
jerked up over the hood I saw some people staring at us.

     "Shit Rube," I said. "Uh! Fuck... next time fuck'n,
oh!" I came again, and gave up on saying anything. A moment
later he shot his load into me and tossed me over to Rick,
who dropped me on the ground and got on top, shoving me
around in the grass next to the car as his dick pummeled my
bare cunt. Kevin's dick showed up in my face so I put it in
my mouth and went to town as best as I could while getting
bounced around.

     "Hey man, slow it down down there so she can suck me
off," Kevin said.

     "I'm almost done," Rick said. Almost done? That was
fucking romantic... But then getting my ass tossed around
between the guys wasn't exactly romantic to begin with, not
that I gave a shit. I think I came again right after Rick's
load shot into me, though it was more from my own tugging on
my clit ring than his rough pumping.

     When Rick pulled out, I could focus on Kevin's dick. I
took it in hand and started to jack him off as fast as I
could while going between licking the head, sucking it in,
then running a curling tongue up and down the underside
until I got him to cum into my mouth.



     "Fuck guys..." I said, when it was all done. "What was
that all about?"

     Rubin just shrugged, Rick looked down and smiled or
grinned. Kevin just stroked his cock and looked at me,
saying; "AC, sometimes the moment just strikes."

     "What the fuck does that mean?" I said. He shrugged his
shoulders while stroking his dick. "You still need a little
work there?" I added.

     "I'm good," he said.



     That's about when Marcy's car pulled up and they all
got out, looking at me sprawled out on the ground with jizz
running out of my cunt. "Huh..." was all May said.

     Fatima looked away with a blush, "Was it over there?"
she said, pointing into the bushes.

     "A bit more in," I said. "There's a sandy spot down
over there, a few hills away from view, we sometimes hang
in."



     Twenty minutes later Marcy called out, "well, I can't
find shit around here."

     "Looks like someone else was here," I said, pointing to
a magazine by the edge of the ashes from our fire-pit."

     "Is that a porno?" Rick said. "Fuck'n eh, I haven't
seen a porno mag in... Shit, I don't know when."

     I looked closer, "It's lezzie porn." May gave me a
look. "What? It is... look."

     Kevin picked it up. "Don't touch it..." Marcy said. "No
telling what's on it."

     "Ain't nothing they don't have a shot for these days,"
he said. "yeah... it's a porno all-right." He paused,
looking it over. "Fuck..."

     "What?" May said.

     "This shit is older than me," he said, tossing it over.

     May grabbed it and looked at the cover. I glanced over,
something about 'Lesbians' and 'Milk Duds' that didn't seem
to add up. "Yeah, it's two decades old, must come from that
used book store in the mall."

     "Or somebody clearing out the lezzie shit in their
collection," I said.

     "Shit AC, give it a fucking rest already..." May said.

     "I'm just saying..." I said.

     "You aren't saying shit AC, you're fucking denying,"
May said, poking me in my left tit. "And you fucking know
it."

     "What is she denying?" Fatima asked, looking at Marcy,
who was standing there glaring at May and I with her arms
crossed over those huge, pale, lovely naked tits...

     Fuck... Not the time to notice Marcy's tits. "I ain't
denying shit!" I said.



     May spat on the ground next to me and turned away. "I
talked to Melinda this morning," she said, looking at Kevin.
He nodded.

     "I thought..." Fatima began. Marcy grabbed her arm.

     "Hey, let's see if we can find it over there," she
said.

     "Yeah," Rubin said. They moved off, leaving me with
May, Kevin, and Rick.

     Rick still had his dick out. I moved over to him.
"She's out," I said.

     "She's upset, that's what she is," May said.

     "Like I give a shit," I said. "Leave off May, you know
better."

     "Like fuck I do AC," May said.

     "AC..." Rick began.

     "Not you again," I said. "How many times I gotta fuck
that cock before you get it?" Rick stepped back and stared
at me. Yeah, it was a stupid remark.

     "AC, May's got a point," Kevin said. "That girl wasn't
just a fuck, and we all know it."

     "I'm not a fucking Lezzie," I said.

     "Like anybody gives a shit," Rick said. "Girls do
girls, that's normal."

     "That's not helping Rick," May said. "Look, AC, you can
fuck a girl, it doesn't make you gay."

     "Last I checked with my Pa..." I said.

     "That's different," Kevin said. "Your dad doesn't ever
do girls."

     "Well," Rick said. "He did one at least twice..."

     "Rick, that's really not helping..." May said. "Come on
AC, you know what I mean..."

     "I know you need to leave off with this shit," I said.

     "You think I'm a lezzie?" May said.

     "That's different?" I said. Was it?

     "Why?" May said. "You think, cause I fuck anything, I'm
just a... what? What am I then AC?" She stepped into my
face.

     "Now that isn't helping," Rick said. May shrugged, but
she didn't back off.

     So I shoved her. Bitch. She grabbed me, and we went
down.

     "You helped me when I got outta control," May said,
grabbing my hair. I grabbed hers.

     "Fuck off May!" I said. I shoved her head back into the
dirt. She tried to knee me in the cunt, but it just scraped
my leg.

     I heard Rick say, "Shouldn't we stop them?"

     "Fuck no, this is hot," Kevin said. I could see him
stroking his cock again. Only now, it was hard.



     "Dammit AC," May said. She spat on my face. I tried to
bite her and got her upper lip in my teeth. When she tried
to yell at me, her tongue got my chin.

     Shit, I thought, I was getting turned on. I could feel
it. "I'm not a fucking lezzie!" I said. I punched May in the
side.

     She hit me in the head, then her eyes popped open and
she grinned. "You still love that girl. Lezzie or not." She
said. She struggled under me.

     "Why the fuck are you making such a big deal out of
her?" I said. "Leave it off." I grabbed her tit and tried to
squeeze it hard. Damn... it felt good in my hand, I had to
force myself to make it hurt.

     "Yeah?" Then what the fuck is this?" She got me... She
shoved her fingers into my pussy. I was wetter than a river
and it wasn't just left over jizz from the guys. She started
pumping them in my pussy.

     "Stop it!" I yelled out... Fuck, don't stop...



     "Now should we stop them?" Rick said.

     "Fuck no man, this is the good part," Kevin said.

     If you stop her, I thought, I'm gonna kill you. "If you
don't stop that lezzie shit I'm gonna kill you May!" I said.

     "Dammit AC, you're just fucking bi, like me," May said.

     "I ain't nothing," I said. Damn those fingers in my
pussy felt good. I grabbed her crotch, meaning to pinch her,
but my middle finger went in, and I let it stay there...

     "You know you miss Melinda," May said. "Maybe I ain't
never had nobody before. Not like that. But it's fucking
obvious..." Somehow she tossed me on my back and flicked my
clit in the same move. I was supposed to be the athletic
one.

     "You're the one who was sweet on her," I said. I wasn't
fighting, but I put my fingers back in May's pussy... they
felt good there.

     "Mmmm... yeah, I was, but not like you..." May said.
"You got it more for her than Rick does for Marcy."

     "What?" Rick said.

     "How's she know that?" I heard Marcy say. They must've
given up on looking. But I didn't see Fatima hanging around.
Marcy was just behind Rick, getting ready to press her tits
into his back.

     "That's a fucking..." I said, but... her fingers
fucking my pussy started to feel too good. I just wanted her
to shut up and finish me off.

     So I grabbed her head again and shoved it down to me
and kissed her.

     She pulled loose for a second and said, "Think about
how Melinda kisses you."



     "...fuck you May..." I said. Dammit, she was right. I
knew it all along, but I couldn't accept it. Pa once said
the worst thing about straights was they thought they could
'fix' you if you just fucked the right person of the
opposite sex. It was a disgusting idea, it didn't work, and
it was what May had just done to me, only in reverse.

     So why did it work? It couldn't change me, but I guess
I had to accept that it showed me what I already knew.



     When I started to feel for Melinda, I was afraid.
Afraid I was like my Pa. Silly, maybe. You'd think the kid
of a gay guy wouldn't be a homophobe, but there it was... I
was afraid the shit ran in the blood or something... and
there's a lot of things about my parents I'd rather not go
through myself.



     If I could pick that up from my Pa, what did I get from
the other one...?



     I let May kiss me as long as she wanted, and I let her
make me cum on the end of her fingers, long and hard, with a
lot of screaming out. I'd just been fucked by three guys,
but it still felt like the first raw fuck of the day.



     When it was over I was crying in her arms. "Now I'm a
lez..." I let out.

     "No, dammit AC... you're just normal," May said.
"You're just a modern girl."

     "Yeah," Rubin said. Finally back from wherever. "All
the shit on TV and in the way they do this Program and
commercials and shit... It's all about how hot girls are..."

     "Huh?" Marcy said.

     "Yeah, how could anybody not be into chicks with all
that shit going on telling them to be?" Kevin said.

     I didn't get what those two were getting at, but it
felt good to have May hugging me. It felt good that she
wasn't mad at me anymore.



     "What do I do?" I said.

     "We need to go and do a little damage control with your
girl," May said.

     "My wallet's gone anyway," Marcy said. She was pressing
numbers into Rick's wireless, probably canceling cards.



     "Rick, help me get her into Kevin's car," May said.

     "We heading to Melinda's place?" Kevin said.

     "Yeah, I'll tell you how to get there," I said.

     "It's right near where you guys live anyway right?"
Kevin said, looking between May and I. May nodded.



     "I'll take Fatima and Rubin home," Marcy said. "See you
guys in school."



     We split up, and Kevin drove off with me in the front
seat, May and Rick in back.



I turned on the radio



"...tell me what's wrong

You're enchained by your own sorrow

In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow"



     "Huh," I said. "That's her song. Funny how life can be
so random some times."



     We left the park with me cooling down and thinking
about Melinda. What a fucking mess I'd made of that... I was
still confused as shit, but now I wanted to go after her and
wrap her in my arms. It didn't make any sense, but that was
what I wanted to do.

     Then I wanted her to wrestle me to the ground and fuck
the shit out of me... Like May had done, only I wanted her
to do it. And I wanted to suck on her clit...



     I was getting frustrated again. Frustrated with myself,
with her, with desire for her. Frustrated over the mess, and
anxious to make it better. I wanted her to smile for me.



     "Change the fucking station man, I'm sick of this song
already," Rick said. I reached over to flip it, looking
down, an image of a naked Melinda smiling at me in my head.



     The glass of my window shattered everywhere as the foam
in Kevin's headrest exploded. Lines of blood began to appear
all along my side and breast, and there was something
stinging in my right eye.



     Sometimes life can be so random.



     "Fuck!" Kevin yelled out, turning the wheel in a hard
left.

     "What the fuck is going on?" I screamed out, looking
up.

     "Shit, it's Mitch!" May said. I looked out my window to
see Mitch driving alongside us, windows rolled down. There
was a girl in the backseat holding something familiar in her
hand, and somebody in the passenger seat I couldn't make
out.

     The girl in the backseat pointed and I recognized a it
for a gun. She fired again, I heard thudding sounds from
somewhere in the car.



     In movies this is the moment in life where everything
freezes, life flashes before you, you ponder something
poetic, or some shit like that. Fuck all that, everything
was going way too fast for me to think straight and I was
scared out of my living mind.

     Bullets were flying through what was left of my window,
slamming into the seat next to Kevin or his door. He was
yelling out "Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" Then he had one
rational thought, "Get the fucking gun!"



     The gun!



     I reached for the dashboard. I couldn't get it to open,
my fingers were too clumsy and too nervous. "Shit!" I heard
the glass behind me shatter, the pain shot up in my right
eye, my arm and the back of my neck, and then I got it open
and there was a gun in my hand.

     "Shoot the fucking nigger you bitch!" I heard Mitch
call from the other car. In all that noise, it was one thing
I heard clear as fucking day. The girl in the back was
trying to aim, and I could see a guy riding shotgun, Paul I
think, holding up a gun too. "Get the nigger, he's fucking
driving!" Mitch called out.

     There wasn't time to think, I lifted the gun and fired
- two taps. I'd never fired a gun before in my life. All
those fights, all those knives; I'd even stabbed a few punks
in the gut before, but never a gun.

     Oh shit did I get lucky; in the worst way. The front
window of Mitch's car became a mist of blood and they
careened out of control and off the road, right into that
all too narrow space between the concrete of a light post
and the stone of a brick wall.

     Something big flew out through the front window and
smacked hard against the cement. It never moved again.

     Kevin slammed on the brakes, the gun fell from my hands
into the street. No one moved from the other car.

     "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kevin said.

     "Fuck it Kev, we gotta get outta here!" I said.

     Then I heard her scream, May, in a way I'd never heard
anyone scream before. I looked back and saw her holding up
her hands.

     "Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" was still all Kevin could
say.

     There was blood everywhere back there. It was the last
time I would ever see her nude. My vision failed.

     And that was when we heard the police sirens.



     We never made it to Melinda. I never got to say how
sorry I was, never got to hold her.



[End...]

[...Epilogue]



     I was finally home, if you could call it that. Twelve
years since that fateful night. I'd gotten my life back
together and moved away from that town.



     San Francisco. Pa once told me I was born here, but
they moved after what happened. After what she did to him. I
guess it was fitting, me coming here. After all, me and her
together; we sort of killed Pa.

     She gave him the sickness, and I caused him to wither
away on it. My mother and me. A crack whore and a killer. I
found out she'd finally died a year ago, bitch had outlived
even Pa.

     That's what brought me out here. It was finally safe to
come here. I didn't have to worry about meeting her.
Detective called me up one day to come and get the body, I
told him that's what landfills are for - garbage. He didn't
call back. He probably agreed. Pa'd told us all she was dead
long ago, but I never believed him.



     After I got sent up, he stopped taking his meds. By the
time I found out it was too late. Social services never told
me where the twins went, if they knew; and I hadn't seen
them since the Saturday before that car ride.



     I spent fifteen months in jail, waiting for a trial. My
lawyer kept coming in with papers and bullshit excuses till
he finally got me off on self-defense for three of them. The
fourth hadn't been mine, not my bullet that hit our car. So
I was only a triple killer, like it made a difference.

     They'd wanted me to plead out - murder one, then murder
two, then manslaughter of varying kinds until somebody
finally figured out I wasn't signing my ass away just to get
a file off their desk.

     Kevin was out in three months, his lawyer got him to
say he had no idea I was gonna shoot, that I did it all on
my own, that I'd taken the gun his father kept in the trunk
and brought it into the cab of the car.

     Figure that shit... Kevin who was always saying people
were after him cause he was black. His father pulled some
serious shit strings and lined my ass up. Kevin took it,
leaving me to rot. Shit, maybe I would'a done the same
thing. For the first month they were talking 'death penalty'
at me. It was the biggest killing the town had ever seen,
and no one wanted to let me get off on some technicality
like defense.



     By the time I got out the gang had scattered, and I was
too far past eighteen to go back to school.

     I still remember that day. They took me to the gates of
the jail and tossed me outside. I had nothing, not one scrap
of clothing and not one dime. Only a little purse with my
ID, and my waist chain. The dildo had been shattered by a
bullet; so I didn't even get to keep that.

     The twins were gone, taken by social services to
somewhere I didn't know, or runaway, or worse. My lawyer had
told me it was pointless to ask, nobody in town was gonna
help me according to him. I didn't care to find out if it
was true, I was too worn down.

     I had to fuck someone just to get bus fair out of town.
A cop, and the bastard only gave me the fare to reach the
state line. He was the rough kind, but the bruises were gone
by the time I got to the end of my trip.



     I spent a year hooking my ass in New York before
getting a GED. Another year of fucking for pay before I went
to college, and you can guess how I paid for that.

     Funny what guys are willing to pay, even in this day
and age, even for a girl with a scar like mine.



     Now I was sitting here in a cafe on West Portal island,
waiting for the principal to show up. The look of this town
had changed a lot since the sea rose up, not that I
remembered the old days.

     I watched as a naked red hair walked up to the two guys
just on their way out, grabbing the cock of one and stroking
as she said "hey Jack, Bart, you guys remember me right?"

     "Uh, sure, Valerie," her face stayed blank as the guy
with pants on ran through a series. "Laurie, Sandy, Marcie,
Mandy, Mel.. Melinda!"

     "Yeah! You do remember!" She said with pure California
brainlessness. It was that name that made me stop and take a
better look, but no, she was too young, too brainless, and
too... well, just not right. They started into small talk as
all three walked out, with the two guys pushing her up
against a pole and finger fucking her.

     The benefits of nudity.



     The college kids behind the counter had nothing on
Bill, and there was none of that friendly couch atmosphere
we used to love. It was a busy 'get your latte and go'
place, and I had one of maybe five seats in the joint, and
I'd been watching the back of another naked redhead sitting
in the burrito joint across to way; wishing she'd turn
around, wishing it would be her.

     The new principal of the local high school, a place
that used to be called Macateer generations ago, wanted to
meet me before I came in. Sent me an email saying he had a
special case to discuss with the new Program counselor.

     This was a little odd, but I figured whatever, I'll get
a free coffee and he might even be a good fuck.

     I certainly wasn't prepared for who showed up.



     Mr. Harrison's voice called me from behind, "Ms.
Cabrera?" I don't know how I still recognized him after all
these years, but I did.

     "Mr. H! What a surprise, sit down," I said.

     "I never expected to see you again," he said. "When I
saw the name on the new Program coordinator I just about
fainted."

     "Counselor, Mr. H. Not Coordinator. The Program's over,
you know that," I said, extending my hand. I was glad to see
anyone from the old days without them hating me on sight,
even if it was him.

     "So you know, there really isn't a special case, unless
you count us. I just had to talk to you before you came in
officially," he said.

     "Yeah, I figured the moment I heard your voice," I
said.



     "So how's..." He began, but I cut him off.

     "Don't know, whoever it is, I couldn't say," I said.
"Only person I've seen since that night was Kevin, and that
was on TV."

     "Oh yeah, I saw that. Who would've thought. Million Man
Nude March," He said.

     "Yeah, well it worked," I said, nodding my head over to
a naked 30 something year old guy walking past us in the
street. "They finally fixed that BS in the laws."

     "What happened to your face?" He changed the subject,
tracing a finger along the scar that ran from my forehead,
down across my left eye, and onto my cheek.

     For the first time in years I didn't flinch when a man
did that. Instead I just said, "Jail," before holding up my
right hand.

     "You tried suicide?" He asked, looking at the scar on
my wrist.

     "No, they did this after gagging me so I couldn't call
out for help." I said, "But I got lucky, and they weren't."
He could fill that in on his own. It didn't take most guys
long to guess what a girl who'd killed three people, though
it felt like four, might have done, even if it was
unrelated. "And this is my good side," I added, touching the
scar.

     "Good side?" he said.

     "Lost this one," I said, tapping the plastic where my
right eye used to be. That always freaked the shit out of
people, so I got a kick out of doing it. I'd always wanted
to just pop it out and start rolling it around before
putting it back in, but I knew better - had to keep it
clean.

     "So you don't have any contact with...?" He began. Most
people asked me why I didn't get my eye replaced with one of
those digital things, or the scars removed; but I guess Mr.
H. understood.

     "Not even my family, not after what happened," I said.
"You know they wouldn't even let me out to go to his
funeral?"

     "I'm so sorry for what happened..." He said.

     "It wasn't your fault, life's just like that
sometimes," I said. "It seemed random at the time, but Mitch
and us had been building up for a long time."

     "Well, last I heard Marcy and Rubin got married. May
joined the convent after graduation and I never saw her
around town after that," He said.

     "I heard something a little like that," I said. The
shock of that night must have flipped May's world over. He
didn't know about Melinda I guess. She'd been the only
person who ever tried to come visit me in jail other than my
lawyer. They wouldn't let her in, she wasn't family after
all, but she tried. Even after what I'd done Saturday.

     She tried again after I turned eighteen, and bitch that
I was, I refused to let her see me. I heard she tried to
kill herself after that.

     As for Marcy and Rubin, I guess they'd turned to each
other after what happened.



     "Where you close to Fatima?" He asked. "She graduated
with honors you know. For some reason she never got pulled
into the Program." So Magante had done that without telling
him, clever her.

     We kept at it for a good hour, catching up on old
times, and talking about 'these new kids'. In a post Program
era, I was assigned as a social worker to help ease the
conflict and stress between the nudist and textile
communities. They'd called the Program to a halt over the
summer, so here I was again at the outset of something new.
There just wasn't much point to keeping it going when half
the kids showed up nude on day one, and half the ones in
primary school had been naked since the day they stopped
wearing diapers.

     But that didn't leave us without problems. It had only
been a decade after all. Society was well into the new
change, but still rough at times. Kids change faster than
adults, and people Harrison's age were still uncomfortable
around all us nudists.

     Even if they were willing to pay me to fuck them in the
middle of the street, doggie style, outside my own college
back in New York. I used to tell myself; I could get fucked
out here or stuck living out here...

     "So what brought you out here?" he asked, near the end
of it all.

     "I should ask the same," I said.

     "Better job offer, not ready to retire" he said. "The
wife and I vacationed out here a few years back, and well,
we couldn't resist. But you?"

     "Family history," I said. "I was born here. Figure; my
daughter should be as well." I patted my tummy.

     "Oh! How long?" He asked.

     "Not much; actually happened here. I came here just to
look around after graduation. But now she's given me a
reason to stay," I said. I didn't tell him about my mother,
nor Melinda. How I'd heard when I got out of jail that after
her parents kicked her out for being a dyke, people said she
ran off to San Francisco. The dykes all lived in Oakland,
but hey, maybe someday one of those redheads sitting in a
cafe would be her.



     I didn't tell Harrison the father didn't know, that it
was some cop I'd been fucking to keep one of my cases as a
social worker safe. Fuck I was glad to get out of that job
and on to this. The baby wasn't an accident though, I'd
planned that, but I wanted to raise her on my own. I didn't
need some custody suit taking the only thing that was truly
mine.

     Yeah, being Latina, I'd have trouble when my baby hit
school age and I had to register her DNA to prove she wasn't
illegal, or connected to South American socialists...
Fucking laws these days were getting out of control. But I
could hide her for a while as I built up clout.

     We sat and chatted for another hour, adjusting to a new
relationship. This time around, I was his higher up. I was
federal, he was local.



     When he left I sat and thought about my life, about
that week all those years ago, and whether or not that red
head in the cafe across the street was her. I sat there
watching her between breaks in the constant stream of the
railcars they used for buses out here. I knew it never could
be, but I also knew I'd never give up hope. Of course, I
remembered her as she looked then, not now.

     I'd only known her for a single week, but that girl had
changed my life. After all these years, I knew at least
rationally that Pa's death was unavoidable, even the
killings had been forced on me, but cutting out Melinda was
entirely my fault. Of all my regrets, losing her was the one
that hurt most.

     "No quiero vivir sin ti...." I whispered to myself...
remembering her last words to me.



     I was wiping away a tear, the same one I always shed,
when a voice above me said, "you look familiar, I know you?"

     When I looked up she had a grin that stole my tears
away. "Don't think so," I said. This redhead didn't register
for me.

     "No... yeah. Yeah, I know you," she said, sitting down.
She took my hand and kissed it. There was something in the
way she kissed.

     "Yeah..." she said, with a smile in her eyes. I smiled
back, noticing the scar on her wrist.



[End Epilogue...]

[Note]

     This ends Alandra's story. There won't be more. But
someday, I might return to a descendant of hers.




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