DEBAUCHERY HOUSE 7: BOARDINGHOUSE LADIES AGAIN
Just then, Lola flounced into the room triumphantly, waving
a folded scorecard, "It is Sunday; at four. We call
first to find out where to meet them. Here's Enrique's
number, " and she handed it to Patti, who was visably
relieved. Lola added, "That makes sure we got the
'Black Ballers, ' now what about the other team?"
"Well, they wanted us for a smoker with all their friens?
Tomorrow? I think about ten."
"No, I't was the Stallions. They asked me if a
dozen guys besides them were too much, an I think we showed
'em last night at the motel we'd be a match for a
lot more than a dozen guys, so they're gonna maybe get
more than a dozen, I hope, I hope. What about your other bowling
team?"
That's when I stepped in and said, "If we can track
down the teams you can't remember the name of, I'll
try to get them over after the fraternity party tonight."
"Just the bowlers or maybe their friends?"
"You know, Sundays you sort of wind down, some of the
time. I think you should stay here this Sunday. Call these
'Black Ballers' an tell 'em to come over here
at four, but they can't stay past eight or so, an they
should bring their own booze, although I'll have plenty
for everybody. An warn them that some other guys may drop
in, so they have to try an get along with some white guys.
I'll make sure any unnanounced arrivals will honor
the fact that the bowling team has first go with you. If they
don't like the mix, I'll invite them to leave.
I'd like us all to get to bed by eleven Sunday to get ready
for the week ahead."
"Monday's a holiday, Memorial day."
"OhmiGod, I forgot!" I gasped. "A three
day weekend! You're gonna need more guys!"
"That's what I been tryin to tell everybodeeee!"
Patti said in her valley girl tones.
"Hey!" I shouted triumphantly, "I just
remembered! We haven't checked the phone answerer
for messasges since yesterday. Keep eating your breakfasts,
an I'll let you know how that looks." With that,
I went back into the kitchen. Sure enough, the answerer
registered 22 messages, and I grabbed a pencil and paper.
Checking the first three convinced me there was plenty
of action awaiting them, so I fast skipped through the rest
to find out if any of the calls sounded like they could be
from the Africans or Caribbeans. Sure enough, a bowling
team was among them, and another African voice who said
he had lots of friends.
I came back with the good news that they wouldn't have
any trouble finding enough cock through Monday.
"What about the usual guys dropping in on Saturday
night? Our poor landlord's gonna have to deal with
them, 'cause we won't be home 'till Sunday
if the Stallions don't ride us home."
"Look, I'll work it all out, " I assured
as I reached for Patti's napkin. "I'll tell
the Stallions or Riders, whatever, that you have to be home
by one thirty, an I'll offer to pick you up if they can't
bring you home."
"Why one thirteee?" Lola complained in her
California tones.
"Cause of the guys dropping in on Saturday night you
just mentioned that your poor landlord's gonna have
to deal with, " I complained. "You know it was
over a dozen horny studs last Saturday night and seven last
night. That's how I'm dealin with them.
Get you home to fuck 'em, 'stead of me havin to explain
that your still out partyin with Black Stallions or whoever
else. If there are any more stallions still wanting to fuck
you, bring them here."
(To be continued)
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