The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly

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Chapter Tags: Setup
Content Warnings: Setup continues, and Joe gets a phone call...
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Joe and Sam work on their alibi...
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Yard Work






It was early afternoon that Saturday when Sam and Joe returned to Joe’s house. The bed of Joe’s truck was filled with paver stones, large bricks, and the rest of the items required to build a fire pit. The truck was parked in the driveway, the garage door stood open behind them. The men unloaded the items into a wheelbarrow. Joe wore a polo shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes while Sam was in his beige coat, khakis, and loafers. They were dressed for going out to a chain restaurant to watch a sports game, not for doing yardwork.

“You know, next time we go out...” Sam struggled as he dropped another heavy brick in the wheelbarrow. “Let’s coordinate stories. I wouldn’t be wearing my office clothes if I knew we were doing yardwork.”

“I needed something or it was gonna be a big ass fight. Oh, you’re welcome by the way. We got what you needed.” Joe replied curtly.

“I’m not saying I’m not grateful.” Sam huffed, attempting to catch his breath before picking up another stone. “Just let me know what we’re doing ahead of time.”

“God, you are such a pussy sometimes. I have some clothes if you need them. Laundry won’t kill you.”

“Says you, you have a house with a washer and dryer and wife who does your clothes. I live in an apartment building in West Oakville with a coin-op machine where I have to sit by with a shank to make sure some crackhead doesn’t steal my clothes. Again.”

“Those crackheads wouldn’t steal your clothes. They’d pull them out and say ‘God damn, I look like Walter White if he had Type 2 Diabetes instead of Cancer.’ Then they’d put a note on the washer that says ‘I know I suck dick for crack rock, but at least I don’t look like a high school science teacher.’”

Both men tried to keep a straight face. That lasted all of 5 seconds before Sam busted out laughing, followed by Joe. As they were laughing, the door from the basement to the garage opened. Out walked Mari, Joe’s wife. Mari was a remarkable beauty of a woman at a diminutive height. Her alabaster skin was contrasted by her dark brown, nearly black hair. Her brown eyes, short nose, and full lips made her face look younger than her age of 42. The only features that belied her true age were her ‘I-want-to-talk-to-your-manager’ haircut and her clothes of red sweater and black slacks that concealed her flesh yet accentuated her figure. Her ample bosom and hips were clearly visible.

“Having fun yet boys?” Mari asked the two laughing men.

“Hey honey. Sam’s here.”

“Really? Didn’t notice.” The sarcasm oozed from her mouth. Mari eyed Sam up and down. “Do you always do yard work dressed like a science teacher?”

“Ha ha. I had an appointment early this morning to show an apartment. In the middle of that Dipshit McGee over here,“ Sam points at Joe with his thumb “tells me he’s driving since we need to go to Lowe’s and pick up some stuff for a surprise.”

“Yeah, I was surprised too, considering we just got our current fire pit LAST YEAR.” Mari eyed Joe hard when she said that last part.

“That’s my fault Mare. I made the mistake of telling your idiot husband that I really liked the firepit machine you’ve got, and would like to get one just like it for my house, when I get a new house.”

“Wait, you’re getting a house? To live in? Not, rent out and turn into a crackhouse?” Mari asked, genuinely surprised.

“I’m thinking about it. The last couple months have sucked living in one of my apartments, and I’d like to do laundry without fighting off rats and crackheads. But I’m just thinking about it. Anyway, Joe thought that the firepit machine would make a great housewarming gift, but knew you’d flip your shit if he gave it away without doing something better, so here we are. I’m dressed like fat Walter White doing yardwork.”

“Flip my shit?” Mari latched on to the only part of Sam’s story that cast her in a bad light.

“Those are more my words than his, but he doesn’t want to downgrade this. He’s hoping he can have it ready later this month, but you know how he is with timing these home projects.”

“Hey.” Joe said before realizing he said that part out loud.

Mari looked over both of the men. Joe refused to make eye contact, and Sam faced her full on. She looked the two over again and again for a solid ten seconds before speaking.

“It better be real nice, and needs to be ready before getting rid of the current firepit. Don’t half-ass it again like you did the deck. It cost too much time and money for you to learn that you suck at carpentry.”

“Yes honey.” Joe said meekly.

“If you need anything, I’ll be inside.” With that, Mari headed inside and closed the door behind her. Joe waited until he was certain she was out of earshot before opening his mouth.

“Damn, son. You know how to spin a yarn. And you got a new firepit machine out of the deal.” Joe walked over and slapped Sam on the shoulder. “So, what’s the next part?”

Sam sat on the open tailgate of the truck. “Well, we fuck around with this for a couple weekends, see if we can make some headway. Meanwhile, I get a crew to do it in a day when she’s not home, and the only thing you pay for are supplies and permits. I cover the labor, and we’ll be drinking beers around a fire in no time. As far as the house, I guess I better start looking.” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I can help with that. Gladly get me out of here for a little bit. Come on, let’s get this shit in the back yard.” Joe pushed the loaded wheelbarrow into the back yard back where the current wood stove sat. Sam followed, struggling with a bag of stones. Sam dropped the stones next to where Joe stopped. “Next time...,” Sam said while sucking for air “Next time, no physical labor for an alibi.”

The men worked for another hour unloading the truck and dumping materials in the backyard. They had almost enough supplies to do half of a half-assed job.

“Looks like a few more trips are in order.” Sam said.

“Yeah, we’ll get...” Joe's phone and watch buzzed, and a text message appeared on his smart watch from an unsaved number.

(803)555-2187: Party tonight. Check your messages.

“Oh, shit.” Joe looked at his watch in disbelief for a moment. “Ok, we’re going inside, act calm, don’t say shit to Mari or any of the kids. If she asks, I’m showing you some ideas for the firepit.”

“What’s going on?” Sam asked Joe.

“I got a text from a burner number that I set up that forwards messages from The Club. Talk to Pedro about how to do that. I just got one saying there might be a party tonight. We’re gonna check this out. Just play it cool and be quiet.”

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End of "New Membership." Next chapter starts Teagan and Aly. It'll be a few chapters of setup but when the action starts, it's well worth the buildup.

[Shocker]

You continue to laying the solid foundation for things to come.

[peterfrisk]

…things worth waiting for. But not for long I hope.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, Setup
Content Warnings: Joe makes plans with friends...
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Party Invite (Teagan and Aly)




“Yeah, we’ll get...” Sam’s phone and watch buzzed, and a text message appeared on his smart watch from an unsaved number.

(803)555-2187: Party tonight. Check your messages.

“Oh, shit.” Joe looked at his watch in disbelief for a moment. “Ok, we’re going inside, act calm, don’t say shit to Mari or any of the kids. If she asks, I’m showing you some ideas for the firepit.”

“What’s going on?” Sam asked Joe.

“I got a text from a burner number that I set up that forwards messages from The Club. Talk to Pedro about how to do that. I just got one saying there might be a party tonight. We’re gonna check this out. Just play it cool and be quiet.”

Sam had so many questions for Joe, but this was not the time nor the place. The two men walked into Joe’s house from the backyard, going through the dining room and to the stairs that led to the basement. Mari watched them over her smartphone as they descended the steps. Joe and Sam walked past the family room in the basement where one of his kids was playing video games on the large screen television and they made their way to a locked door. Joe pulled out his keychain and unlocked the door to his office. He and Sam walked inside. Joe locked it behind him and turned the lights on.

Joe’s home office was modestly sized but well appointed. A brown wooden desk sat in the middle of the room, and a bookcase stood along the back wall. The bookcase was filled with dozens of technology and management books. A large leather executive chair sat between the pieces of furniture. Joe sat in the chair. A stack of 4 laptops sat on his desk but he didn’t reach for any of them. Instead, he opened the bottom desk drawer and pulled out a different laptop. He fired it up and went through the connection and logon sequence to get to The Club’s website. It took a few minutes. Sam stood off to the side, watching over his shoulder.

“Alright, so what’s going on?” Sam asked, finally getting the courage to break the silence.

“One sec while I read this.” Joe navigated to his incoming messages and read them. He whistled. Joe quickly read through the rest of them. They all came in during the last half hour. He sent a quick message to the end of the chain, ‘Logged in, going to chat now.’

“What?” Sam asked.

“Don’t get your hopes up too soon, but something might be happening tonight. About to find out.”

“Tonight?” Sam was shocked. Surely, something has to be amiss. He just joined The Club and hasn’t even made an initial offering yet, or take place in any trades.

Joe logged into the chat room and saw that a couple people were already in there. Joe typed away.

0860 (Joe): Sup?
1724: Where you been? Need your help tonight
0860 (Joe): Really?
7984: Hey Joe.
0860 (Joe): You too Ray?
7984 (Ray): B and I were working on something when this opportunity came up.
0860 (Joe): Really?
1724 (B): Long story short, you up for a gangbang tonight?
0860 (Joe): You have my attention.
1724 (B): I need some help. Girl’s name is Teagan. Step sis’s bff. Been trying to nail that for years, but won’t happen unless I make it happen. Worked with Ray on a trade involving step sis and his niece when I found out that Teagan is coming over tonight to drink with Aly.
0860 (Joe): Aly the step sis?
1724 (B): Yep.
0860 (Joe): How you wanna roll?
1724 (B): At first I thought home invasion but that might draw too much attention from the neighbors. Plus, y’all some old white guys. Out of character. I got enough roofies and pills to knock them out
7984 (Ray): Where’s the fun in that?
0860 (Joe): I know, right.
1724 (B): Gets us in the door. I’m thinking spike a drink or two early on after the rents leave, have some fun that way, then keep going through the night.
0860 (Joe): How bout this? Skip the drugs but start drinking early. Get them drunk and high. You got weed?
1724 (B): Yeah, but not much.
0860 (Joe): Good, you won’t need much. Get them drunk and high, then you answer the door for us. We come in, threaten you and them, tie you up at first and start talking about how you owe us money. You offer to pay but can’t. We tell you we’ll take it out on those bitches instead. We make them suck and fuck you throughout the night, but you have to act like you hate it.
1724 (B): You are one sick fuck.
0860 (Joe): Thanks. We’ll set up a camera when we come in, but you have to get one set up ahead of time. Your parents don’t have some nanny cam or security cam bullshit do they?
1724 (B): No, we took that shit out years ago. Security system will be turned off tonight after pizza gets here. I can do the camera pretty easy.
0860 (Joe): Can you guarantee that? I don’t need cops showing up while I’m balls deep in your sister. Better yet, we’ll pick up pizza. You text my burner, we order the food, you let us in. We hide for a bit while you eat, you give us a signal to knock, then the party starts. Don’t need some delivery driver getting nosy. Can you sequester them from the entrance?
1724 (B): We’ll be in the family room downstairs. It’s a two-story house plus a basement. Family room only has one door in or out, that’s the door.
0860 (Joe): Good. Once we’re in there’s no turning back.
1724 (B): I got that. This’ll work, but we’re short. Who’s gonna believe that I can’t stop two pasty old white guys?
7984 (Ray): I hate bringing guns. It’ll help even the odds. But kid got a point. Two of us versus three of them. Need at least 1 more, maybe more.
0860 (Joe): One sec.

Joe turned to Sam, who was both mesmerized and petrified by what he saw take place on screen. “You in?”

“I’m in.” Said Sam. Joe turned back to the screen.

0860 (Joe): I got another guy, he’s in. That’s three of us.
7984 (Ray): Whose that?
0860 (Joe): Name is Sam, he just joined this past week. Still hasn’t busted his cherry on the site yet. We went out scouting his first offering today.
7984 (Ray): I don’t know, I don’t like going into combat with a noob.
1724 (B): We ain’t got much choice. Sam’s in if he can hang.
7984 (Ray): Still think we should get one more. I don’t trust a noob to watch my back.
0860 (Joe): What’s our time window?
1724 (B): Teagan’s coming over after 4. Parents leave at 4:30, won’t be back until Monday afternoon. They’re flying to a B&B in the country, flight is at 6, touchdown at 6:45. A quick text after they land and we’ll be set. They do this a couple times a year for a getaway date.
0860 (Joe): 4? Doesn’t give you much time. Anything you need to do before this party?
1724 (B): Get some more booze, a case of beer. Maybe some more smoke, but I got enough for a couple j’s.
0860 (Joe): Don’t get any more weed. Or if you do, don’t tell them. That’ll be our way in. We’re the dealers you owe money to. You screwed up and now we’re here to collect. Plan work?
1724 (B): Yeah.
7894 (Ray): Still would prefer another guy than just us two and a noob.
0860 (Joe): Only if we find someone online right now.
7894 (Ray): Just saw Steve online, bringing him in.
2633 (Steve): Whatup y’all?
7894 (Ray): Any plans tonight?
2633 (Steve): Nothing I can’t cancel. Why?
7894 (Ray): Gangbang at B’s house. You in?
2633 (Steve): Who the bitches?

B posted a pic of two young women, both appearing to be teens standing arm and arm around each other. The one on the right was a gorgeous blonde with long hair, blue eyes, and delicate features. Her body was very skinny, but not bony. She wore a black t-shirt which didn’t show any boobs and a pair of shorts that barely came to the top of her thighs. She was nearly a half a head taller than the woman on the left. The woman on the left was shorter, but had more meat on her bones. She wore a gray t-shirt that showed off a B or small C cup bosom, and a pair of black shorts that buttoned completely up the front with short legs that ended a little above mid-thigh. Her face was rounder than her friend’s, and her eyes were concealed with sunglasses. Her brown hair was cut in a chin-length bob.

1724 (B): The short girl is Aly, my step sis. The blonde is Teagan, her friend.

“Hot damn.” Joe and Sam both said, almost in unison.

2633 (Steve): I’m in. What’s the plan?
0860 (Joe): Drug deal gone bad into forced cucking, throw some forced incest in the mix. Girls should be well sauced by the time we show up for fun.
2633 (Steve): And we’re the dealers?
0860 (Joe): Yep. You, me, Ray, and Sam. He’s a noob that just joined the Club this week.
2633 (Steve): A noob? Vetted?
0860 (Joe): Yep. We were out scouting his first offering today.
2633 (Steve): Hope he handles himself under pressure. Supplies?
7984 (Ray): Figure normal kits with zips, cuffs, masks, tape. Should have guns, 1 each.
2633 (Steve): I don’t got a gun. Not a handgun anyway.

“I got those.” Sam said to Joe.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. But we can’t get caught with them. Who knows who they’re registered to. You’d be amazed what I find while cleaning up a crackhouse.”

0860 (Joe): Sam’s got the guns. Who’s got video? You know what, everyone brings a camera. The nicer the better.
2633 (Steve): Where and when?
1724 (B): 148 Meadowlark Drive in West Chester. Party starts sometime after 8.

B uploaded a pic of his house. It was a two-story house with light colored brick. Looked like a McMansion built in the mid 2000’s during the housing boom.

7984 (Ray): Where we meeting?

“2610 52nd Street in West Oakville.” Sam said, giving Joe his address to meet up at.

0860 (Joe): 2610 52nd Street, West Oakville. 5PM. Use your burners, text (765)555-0860. That’s me. B, you get me the pizza order and I’ll get it from near your place. It’s getting close to 3 now. Go do what you gotta do, meet you there at 5. Text that number when you arrive, and wait for us.
7984 (Ray): Got it.
2633 (Steve): Later.
1784 (B): Cya.

Joe wrote down the address and info on a paper notepad and logged out of the message room. He tore the sheet off while waiting for the laptop to power down. Joe looked at Sam for a moment. He was about to find out a lot more about his friend than he ever imagined.

“You got a kit?”

“Not yet. What’s in yours?”

“Mine’s personal, but it should have a mask, gloves, duct tape, some type of gags, knife or two, some way to subdue her, another way to bind her like zip ties, handcuffs, rope. Also rags for cleanup and rubbers. Scissors are nice, too. Sanitizer, gum, cologne are needed when leaving so you don’t smell like you just raped a bitch. Pepper spray and a stun gun are good to have. Change of clothes. Plus camera equipment. You got all that?” Joe asked Sam, looking like he’s trying to think a few steps ahead.

“Some of that. Most of that is in my storage unit or office. Don’t have handcuffs but I have clothesline and zip ties. Got a balaclava from my old riding days, along with rags and bandanas. Gloves are easy, so are a couple pocket knives and scissors. There’s a porno store near my place where I can get handcuffs, and a gun shop will have the stun gun and pepper spray. Also should pick up a box of blanks while there. I don’t trust those guys with guns. I’ve got the 5D kit and other stuff back at the house. Could use some sanitizer and gum, though. Let’s hit up an ATM, too.”

“Good call. Cash purchases, no real names, don’t trace anything back to us. Just one problem.” Joe said.

“What’s that?” Asked Sam.

“Mari. I need a good story.”

“I got this. Just follow my lead.” Sam walked to the office door as Joe put the laptop back in the desk. Sam waited for Joe to unlock the door and turn off the lights. Sam was walking through the Family room but stopped at the stairs as Joe was still locking his office. A tween boy was playing a first-person shooter on the large screen television. They climbed the steps and saw Mari still on her phone. She looked at them over her phone. Before she could say anything, Sam spoke up.

“I’m stealing your husband for the night. We’re going to Vegas to get married and admit our undying love for each other.”

“What the Hell?” Mari said out loud. Joe’s face only looked like he said it. She breathed a sigh. “Where are you going?”

“An old college friend of mine is in town for the weekend. We’re gonna meet up with him, get something to eat, maybe a couple drinks, try to cause some trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?” Mari asked.

“Nothing too bad. Maybe a little bio-terrorism if we get wings.” Mari shook her head. “Mostly,” Sam continued, “I’m trying to keep him out of your hair for the night by driving us around.”

“You gonna be okay honey?” Joe asked his wife. Her expression softened a bit.

“Don’t drink too much, don’t stay out too late. And we’ve got a brunch date with my parents tomorrow, so I don’t want you hungover for that.”

“No problem. I’ll only have a couple drinks.” Joe walked over to his wife and kissed her. “Love you.”

“Love you too. Don’t do anything stupid and text me when you’re on your way home or if you’re crashing with your boyfriend. Brunch is at Noon.”

Joe kissed Mari again. She returned to playing on her phone while he and Sam walked out the back door, around the house, and back to the garage. He looked around to make sure he wasn’t being noticed by anyone other than Sam, and grabbed a gym bag out from behind a stack of unused exercise equipment. Joe inspected the bag for its contents, then secured it. He walked to his truck and put the bag in the back seat. Sam climbed in the passenger seat while Joe climbed in and started up. He closed the garage door from the truck.

“Let’s go do some shopping.” With that, Joe put the truck in gear and drove, looking forward to their date with Teagan and Aly later tonight.
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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

And so it begins …

[peterfrisk]

Haha. Exactly… we’re moving forward to the good parts.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Just some illegal firearms
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Sam and Joe meet Steve and Ray
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Meetup (Teagan and Aly)



A motivated man can get a lot done in two hours. Sam and Joe are two such motivated men. In less than two hours, they stopped at the ATM (money), the porno store (handcuffs and toys), a pharmacy (gum, water, cologne, sanitizer, wet wipes, condoms, clothesline, duct tape, clothes pins, disposable gloves), a gun store (blank 9mm ammo, stun gun, pepper spray), Sam’s office (tool bag, scissors, gym bag), and his storage unit (masks, gloves, camera equipment). All this and they made their way to West Oakville on a Saturday afternoon. It was getting close to 5PM when the first text came in to one of Joe’s burner phones.

Joe looked at the phone when he stopped at a stoplight. “Where R U? – Steve.” Joe handed the phone to Sam to type on. It was an old school dumb phone that used a keyboard to text. “Can you answer?”

“About 5 minutes out.” Sam said aloud as he typed and sent the message. “I forgot how much it sucked to type on these. You still use an old flip phone for your burner?”

“Yeah, it works. Why? What you got?”

“I’ve got some old Galaxy that I put a SIM in. Even has data, too.”

“Showoff. If we get a few minutes, I’ll set up the burner to forward to my iPhone through my Google numbers. I didn’t have time before we left.” Joe turned onto 52nd Street, about 5 blocks from Sam’s apartment. Joe’s flip phone beeped again. Sam read the message.

“Arrived – Ray. Okay Ray, Be there soon.” Sam typed and sent that message. The truck stopped at the last red light before Sam’s apartment.

“You okay, Sam?” Joe asked with a hint of concern.

“Yeah, sure, why wouldn’t I be. I’m only just about to meet up with some strangers, drive across town with loaded stolen guns, so we can rape two girls not even old enough to drink. There’s a thousand things that can go wrong and land all of us in jail for decades. I’m a little nervous.”

“Just keep your mind on the task at hand, and you’ll have more fun than you’ve ever had.” The light turned green. Joe pulled forward and in less than a minute he was turning his large truck into the parking lot of 2610 52nd Street. The building was an unremarkable 4 story brick building with a secure door in the center and a parking lot that fit close to a hundred spots. The paint in the parking lot was faded, as the numbers in the spots were barely legible. The lot was less than half filled. Most of the vehicles were late model cars and SUV’s that had seen better days. There were some people milling about the courtyard. A couple families of Middle Eastern descent sat around and watched as their kids played some of the African American kids that also lived in the building.

Joe pulled his truck into one of the parking spaces near the front of the building next to the handicapped parking. Sam sent a “Parked Truck, meet at door” text to Ray and Steve. He then climbed out of the truck and grabbed his stuff from the back of the cab. Joe did the same from the driver's side. As they approached the door, two white guys each exited different cars. One man climbed out of an older Dodge Magnum carrying a book bag and a little bit of salt and pepper hair. The other man had a head full of gray hair and a short gray beard. He exited a late model BMW 5 Series from the 90's. He slung a book bag over his shoulder, too. Sam and Joe waited at the door for the other men to catch up. Once they were close, Sam entered his code to enter and opened it after it buzzed. Joe walked in and climbed the steps. Sam held the door for the other two men.

“Steve, Ray. 206. Up the stairs and to the left, third door.” Sam waited for both men to enter before letting the security door close. They all made their way up to the door but had to wait for Sam to unlock it. One by one, they entered the small, lonely studio apartment. The last one in was Ray.

“I’m Sam. You’re Ray?” he said to the younger man with the salt and pepper hair.

“No, I’m Steve.” Steve was the tallest and most physically built man in the room. Standing a shade under 6 feet tall with a barrel chest and thick arms. His beard stubble was a day or two old, and his hair was trimmed short and had a slight spike to it, almost like a high & tight cut that hasn’t been trimmed in a couple weeks. He wore jeans, a black hoodie, and tennis shoes.

“Good to meet you.” Sam grabbed his hand and shook it. Steve tried to overpower Sam, but to his surprise he couldn’t crush his hand. “Good to meet you too, Sam.”

“And you must be Ray.” Sam said to the man with white hair and a white beard. He must be 60 years old if he was a day. His wire rimmed glasses and black pants didn’t help him look any younger. He also wore tennis shoes and a black hoodie.

“Make yourselves at home. We’ve got a few minutes before we hit the road. Bathroom is over there.” Sam pointed behind them. Joe put some of the groceries Sam bought into the fridge, but left most of it out. Ray looked around the small apartment and found a chair to sit in. Steve placed his bag on the floor and looked for a snack in the cupboards.

“So, this is your place?” Steve asked as politely as he could.

“Yeah, bought the building a few years ago.” Sam said as he pulled a safe out from under his bed.

“You own this shithole?” Ray couldn’t help himself with the question.

“I’m in between places right now, so I’m staying here. It’s a pain in the ass to rent. No one wants to live here.” Sam opened the safe and withdrew 4 identical looking pistols and 8 empty magazines. He then pulled a box of 9mm ammo out of the safe. Steve came closer to the bed.

“What, did someone die here?” Steve asked as he made his way to the bed.

“A few. One old lady died of a heart attack. Then some Asian kid got a B in a med school class and blew his head off. Then after that was the guy found hung dead in the bathtub while jerking off. All within 3 years of each other. It gets real difficult to get someone to pay $600 a month to live in the death room. Hey, could you grab that bag right there?” Sam pointed to the bag from the gun store. Steve grabbed it for him and handed it to Sam. Sam pulled out the box of blanks and handed Steve that and 4 mags. “Mind loading those? They’re blanks.”

“Oh sure.” Steve started loading his magazines with blank rounds while Sam loaded his four magazines with live rounds. “Mine are live, in case shit goes down. Everyone will have one clip of each but the blanks will be loaded first. Carry the live rounds separately.”

“Sam, what the fuck you doing with 4 identical handguns?” Joe asked as he turned to see the display in front of him.

“Over the years I’ve found some weird shit in places I own. One of them was a gangbanger’s safe house. He had 6 Glock 19’s spread around the house. When he moved, he left them behind. Don’t know who they’re registered to, but at this point I don’t want to know. Too many questions get asked if I turn them in, too hot to sell or give away, and can’t take the chance of throwing them out and having the garbageman blow the whistle. So I kept them for a rainy day, and it’s pouring right now.” Sam made good time loading the mags. Steven wasn’t too far behind.

“Back in a moment.” Ray went to the bathroom. Steve finished up loading the mags. Sam loaded each gun with a magazine full of blank rounds and left the live ones off to the side on top of each. Joe was fiddling around with his phone.

“There we go. Got the burner forwarding set up now. Text from B, looks like the parents have left and the girls are already there. Sam, you need help with anything?”

“Just got to get my shit together.” Sam pulled some dark pants and a dark jacket out of his closet. There wasn’t anywhere else to change without anyone else watching. He shrugged his shoulders and changed where he stood. Joe slipped out of his polo shirt and changed into a t-shirt and black zip-up hoodie. After Ray came out of the bathroom, it was Steve’s turn, then Joe’s. Sam used this time to pack his rape kit. After 20 minutes, the men were ready. One last bathroom trip for Sam where he let his nerves out with a vomit followed by a good toothbrushing and he was ready, too.

“First time?” Steve asked.

“For this, yeah.” Sam grabbed some gum and popped a piece in his mouth.

“Just don’t puke on them and we’ll be fine. You’ll pop your cherry tonight. If you’re lucky, you’ll pop one of theirs, too.” Ray cracked a brief smile. 

“Who knows, hope so.” Sam was still feeling nervous, but was coming down now. If everything worked out right, in less than three hours he would be balls deep in some prime teenage pussy. All of them would be.

“Our cars are safe here, right?”

“Yes Steve. The residents saw you come in with me. They fuck with you, they fuck with me, and if they fuck with me, I fuck with them.” Sam opened the door and waited for everyone to exit, locking the door behind them. They walked down the hall and outside. Steve and Joe walked to the driver’s side, Ray and Sam to the passenger’s side. Sam sat in the front next to Joe who was driving. Ray was behind Sam and Steve behind Joe. Joe started his black 2018 Ford F-150 King Ranch.

“Alright guys. Turn off wi-fi and GPS on all your devices. That includes cameras, too. We don’t want our phones pinging their home network and Mommy and Daddy getting some stupid alert that we’re there. I’m only using GPS to get us to Salvatore’s Pizza shop in Westchester. From there, we’ll navigate by old school maps and directions. Just stay calm, keep your mind on the task, and stay loose. The guns are just to scare them. B knows we’re coming. He’s going to text us the food order in a little bit and we’ll pick it up around 6. We’ll take it to his house, and chill out quietly until after he gets confirmation that his parents are out of the city and on the way to the B&B. At his signal, we’ll knock on the door, he’ll come up, then we go into action. Steve, you’ll handle B, maybe rough him up a bit. I’ll make my way to the bitches telling them to be quiet. Ray and Sam, you two will come in after us. Sam will cover the door, Ray will work on tying up the girls. Steve and I will get B under control. After that I’ll say some shit about how B fucked up, one of us will go up to his room and make some noise. Not enough to get the neighbors, but enough for the girls. That’ll be you Sam. You’ll come down and we’ll get into a small fight about how he doesn’t have our money. From there, it’s showtime. Everyone understand?”

The men all nodded their heads.

“Good.” With that, Joe pulled out of the parking space and left the run-down area of West Oakville for the affluent suburb of Westchester. Sam sent a text to B’s number “On our way.”

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To Be Continued...

[Vile8r]

This is gonna be good LtBroccoli! I am really enjoying this so far.

[Shocker]

Showtime indeed. The setup is fantastic, as will be the pay out.

[peterfrisk]

Lt… you really know how to build a setup. Looking forward for the next chapter. We should promote you to captain Broccoli