Chapter 2

The first thing to happen was the business type who had been outbound went boink against the wall-field. "Ouch!" Rick stood. "Sorry about that, but you really won't want to miss this party," he said, loud enough to be heard over most of the café. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm a Marine -- and you're all invited to a pickup!"

Pete never got over this; you could hear a pin drop, and the looks on everyone's faces were priceless! He glanced at Maureen. "Time for your graduation exercise, Honey. Go over to Debra's booth and shuck out of your clothes -- I want you lying on the table with your knees up, buck naked, when I get around to you -- understand?"

"Yessir." Maureen gulped.

"It's about following instructions, too," Pete admonished, knowing what was running through her head. "You won't be alone -- in fact, you'll be setting the standard. Now go." Maureen nodded and took off. Pete stood to cover his partner. "I'll go gather the outside crowd."

The interdiction field was in place, too; Pete stepped over to the door and said, "I think you should join us inside, don't you? The half-dozen dazed occupants of the outside tables got up and came inside without comment.

The business type was one Wayne Moore -- six point seven, an executive at the same defense contractor the techs came from. He had a hot-looking brunette in a business suit with a skirt with him; when Rick waved him over, she grabbed his arm and started rapidly delivering a sales pitch. He put his arm around her and led her to the Marines. "I get two, right?" he asked.

"Yes," Pete nodded. "If you want some advice, don't buy a pig in a poke." He nodded at where Maureen was unzipping her skirt; her blouse was already off and folded neatly on the booth seat. Debra had pulled off her jacket and was proudly displaying her breasts in that fancy blouse of hers. Wayne turned to the woman he was with and raised an eyebrow; she stared at him for a moment, bit her lip, and started getting out of her jacket.

"Okay, will Sanket Pasupula, Mitchell Francke, Sandrine Knopf, Michael Fisher, Kiran Patan, Jason Frederics, Elias Whitcomb, and Elliott Bradley join us over here, please?" Rick announced, his voice amplified by a unit in the ring he was wearing. He was already wearing his stinger, too, in case someone started something early.

Most of them were with the group they were tracking; they were either in line or gathered around the coffee pot, awaiting their friends. Oddly, there were several girls with the group today, also -- an unusual occurrence. At least three of them got smart right away and started politicking, grabbing a guy and hanging on as they came across the room. "Did you bring your own?" Rick teased while handing out CAP card readers. "We didn't expect the crowd..."

"It's Anne's birthday," Sanket related, somewhat embarrassed, indicating a slightly heavy bleached-blonde secretary type still standing in line, looking shocky. "I invited her to... celebrate... and several of the other girls came along..." A thin Indian girl in what Rick took to be traditional dress was hanging on his arm.

"I'm going to tell you what I told this gentleman," Pete said, indicating Wayne. The brunette, naked except for her high heels, was knelt up industriously sucking Wayne's cock. "Don't buy a pig in a poke. We have time for a quick road test or two -- just because she looks good doesn't mean she has what it takes to keep you happy while she pumps out your children." He addressed Sanket directly, "Since you invited her, is she of interest to you? Why don't you give her a birthday present six or seven inches long?" The Indian girl looked scandalized, so he addressed her, "If I was Sanket, I'd tip YOU over a table, too! Just because you're in his ethnic group doesn't give you the inside track..." He eyed Sanket significantly. "It's a new world, guys - and Equal Opportunity isn't a factor. When you leave here, you'll own whatever you've collected -- make sure she isn't under the impression that SHE owns YOU!" He turned to Sandrine and murmured, "You being the exception, of course."

The Indian girl looked suddenly frightened; Sanket eyed her dispassionately and said, "Maybe you should petition Kiran..."

The girl blanched, and Pete realized he'd walked into something. "What's up?"

Sanket turned to him. "Rachana's family was holding out for a better bride price, saying that I'm not good enough for her. She made me make a fool of myself on several occasions..."

Pete grinned. "And now the shoe is on the other foot. Well, well, well..." He leered at Rachana.

"Sanket," she pled, grabbing his arm, "I will love you and honor you and have your babies..."

"But will you OBEY me?" Sanket retorted.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Please, Sanket! I'm sorry!"

"Then you will obey me now, won't you?" Sanket sneered. "You will undress and offer sex to..." he scanned the crowd, "... that man over there..." The old fellow had to be sixty.

"But I am virgin!" Rachana protested.

"You will come to ME sullied -- and with the proper attitude for a fallen woman!" Sanket roared. "Do as I say! And if others want sex from you, you will provide it to them, too! Go! Or stay here, alone!" Rachana actually bowed before scampering off to offer her virginity to the old man.

Pete shook his head. "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"There is too much pride in her," Sanket replied. "I kept hearing all about her treasured virginity. Well, I do not treasure it; I hope she learns the skills of a common slut -- and the humility that goes with it."

Pete shrugged. "It's your call, Man -- but if you have her do that, but don't take her -- and you don't have to..."

"I love her," Sanket replied, "but..."

"Will you love her after she's had a handful of strange dicks in her?" Pete prompted.

"Yes," Sanket replied. "This is my decision. As you indicated, she must learn who is boss."

Pete shrugged. "Okay, then. About this Anne?"

"An excellent idea. I had given up on Rachana -- and Anne..." Anne was VERY different.

"Well, now you can have the best of both worlds," Pete replied. "and two more, for that matter."

"Yes..." Sanket smiled widely. "Yes, I can." Pitching his voice above the din, he added, "Anne! Would you join me, please?"

Anne looked up and hustled over, wringing her hands. "S--sanket?"

"Are you at all interested in bearing my children?" Sanket asked her bluntly.

The woman, who was several years his senior, rocked, blinking. "Y-- yes..."

"How far will you go to demonstrate this interest?" Sanket asked.

Anne took a couple of seconds to process this; clearly, she wasn't the brightest bulb in the circuit... "What do you want?"

"I want to see your body -- and I want to know if we are sexually compatible," Sanket replied, adding, "Now."

Anne looked around; it was pretty clear what he was demanding. She started unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm... kind of fat..." she muttered, shamefaced.

"I know," Sanket replied. "It is something I find pleasing about you."

"You do?" Anne got serious about undressing.

"Yes," Sanket replied simply. "Your breasts -- they are real?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Anne started tearing at her clothing. Pete, satisfied that this was under control, shifted his attention elsewhere.

Wayne Moore was clutching the brunette to his crotch -- and she was swallowing. While Pete watched, he pushed her away. "I always wanted to do that," Wayne announced, grinning.

The brunette, realizing that she was being spurned, pled, "Wayne! Please!"

"Everyone knows that you got where you are by being the office slut -- and that you're not above a little blackmail!" Wayne sneered. "But I wasn't good enough, was I? I wasn't in the fast lane to that vice-presidency you were fucking for! Well, I got mine, anyway -- but I won't be manipulated!" He turned away to examine the other women; Rick was busy organizing a meat market in front of the counter.

"Wayne!" The woman crawled over and grabbed his leg, clinging to it. "I'll do anything! ANYTHING!"

"I'm aware of that," Wayne retorted, not looking at her. He looked over at the booth where Rachana, crying openly, was knelt up before the old guy, who was lining his cock up to take her virginity, his pants around his ankles.

"Are you sure you want this, Honey?" the old guy asked her.

"P--please," Rachana sniffled, then gave a short wail of pain and anguish as he penetrated her. Pete wondered what hurt more -- giving up her virginity or watching Anne kneel and take Sanket's cock in her mouth... Sanket shifted his gaze from woman to woman and seemed pleased with both results...

Wayne, watching this byplay, assumed a thoughtful expression. "If you are that willing," he told the brunette without looking at her, "go and find the biggest cock in the room -- have the owner fuck you in the ass. If you're REAL good and it looks like you might manage to become pregnant with a lawyer, I'll consider taking you on as a domestic servant."

"B--but Wayne..." the brunette protested.

"It's your decision..." Wayne retorted -- then deliberately kicked her. She screeched and backed off.

"Want me to stun her?" Pete asked.

"No, I want her to suffer," Wayne replied. "Sanket, there, has the right idea."

"Ooookay," Pete replied. There was a lot of pent-up aggression in this group...

Elias Whitcomb was the visibly least-prepossessing member of the group. Slight and barely five feet six inches, he sported straight, reddish- brown hair in a bowl cut. A little peach fuzz adorned his pink cheeks, and a pitiful little strip of fluff from his lower lip to his chin; he looked about sixteen, but was probably twice that age. On the other hand, he was far and away the smartest of their little group, and he projected this attitude... Right now, he was strutting up and down the line of women Rick had organized in front of the counter, looking a bit like Napoleon, smoking a cigarette. One of the counter help, an older woman, told him, "You can't smoke in here..."

"I bet I can," he replied, waving the butt in her face. "This is probably the last cigarette I'm ever gonna get, so I'm gonna enjoy it! Besides, who you gonna call?" Rick, watching, smirked. This guy was all entertainment... Elias turned his attention to the contestants, "Everyone got out their CAP cards? Good." He wandered over to Sue, one of the counter help.

Most of the counter help was either over fifty or college girls; Sue was the exception. "Let's see yours," he directed. "I've always wondered..." Rick wondered, too; Sue wasn't much to look at. She was heavy, and had a seriously fleshy, slightly hog-nosed face... "Jeezus..." Elias grunted, disgusted, tossing her CAP card on the floor, "You really ARE as stupid as you look!" Sue burst into tears. Elias appeared to take pity on her. "Are the tits at least real?"

"Yes," she sniffled. At Elias' gesture, she got out of her apron and pulled her top over her head. There were a couple of serious jugs there, but Rick figured that they were going to be droopy -- and he was right. "Jeezus," Elias complained. "You're a charity case -- you know that? Fuck." He stood there, gazing at her, looking disgusted, while he finished a cigarette and lit a new one off the butt, flicking a glare at the older clerk while he deliberately ground the butt into the floor with his heel. "Lemme see the rest."

The rest wasn't any better -- Rick thought she might have halfway decent feet, but that was it. When she was done, Elias looked her up and down, sighing. "You really ARE a charity case! Jeezus!" Sue sniffled a little louder. "Look," Elias grunted, "I might have an opening for a milk cow. Do you think you can handle anything that simple?"

"Y--yes..." Sue sniffled.

"I'm gonna have to have you rebuilt from scratch to be able to look at you," Elias complained, "but what the fuck. Get your card and go stand over there..." He pointed at the main group. Sue bent to collect her clothing. "Hey!" Elias yelled. "Just the card!" Sue blinked, collected the card, and thudded off. Elias sighed again and announced, "I guess I'm in the market for a milkmaid, now -- any takers?" He puffed on his cigarette.

"That was mean," one of the counter help -- a college-age oriental chick who looked to be both smart AND hot -- said.

Elias turned on her. "I don't know if you've noticed, Honey, but SHE'S standing over THERE and YOU'RE standing over HERE! I think she can handle my shit." He eyed her. "I suppose you aren't interested in taking care of her sorry ass..."

The Jap chick, proving that she was sharp, replied, "I didn't say that."

Elias eyed her. "Do you fuck?" Before she could answer, he yelled over his shoulder, "Hey, Sue! Do you fuck?"

"Y--yes!" Sue yelled back.

"You damned well better!" Elias retorted, then returned his attention to the Jap girl. "Well?"

"Yes," she replied simply.

"And do you suck dick?"

"I do now."

"You've got enough brain cells for both of you, maybe -- but it's not gonna be easy proving it," Elias grunted. "Get naked and show me." The Jap girl wasted no time; Elias looked up at the clerk worried about his smoking, "Hey, Grandma, get me an ashtray, willya?"

"We don't have any," Grandma replied. "This is a no-smoking establishment!"

"Figure something out," Elias directed. Rick shook his head, grinning, and turned his attention elsewhere.

Sandrine Knopf, a small, slightly hunchbacked woman with graying hair and a mannish gait, was following Wayne's unidentified brunette as she examined the male population of the café for cock size. Pete came up to her and asked, "Are you looking for one or two?"

"One would be more than I'm used to," came the reply. "I'll probably pick up another woman to share him with and to take care of the kids. I'm not the motherly type." Pete nodded, watching the brunette, who wasn't having a hard time at all getting males to show her their cocks, reflecting that this at least kept the males occupied. They'd had to stun a bunch, more than once.

Elliott Bradley apparently had his pair from the group that accompanied them here; Kiran Patan appeared to have done similar, collecting two more Americanized females of Indian extraction -- but he had two to go. Jason Frederics was interviewing one of the counter help, a bigger girl who seemed to have a permanently unhappy expression -- although she was currently working hard to overcome it. "I'm surprised," Rick muttered to him, "she looks... grumpy."

"It's something she was born with, apparently," Jason replied, referring to the way the corners of the young woman's mouth turned down, "I imagine that it is a cross she's had to bear -- but I've been coming here long enough to know that she's really sweet..." The subject of their discussion beamed.