Collecting intelligence and the end of the last game.

You scoot your butt down in a chair and push yourself over to the wall with the speaker. Why can't these damn things have a volume control on them? You curse under your breath as you tilt your head to hear better. There's no way you're climbing up there though, you just don't trust your balance at this point. Thankfully the guys don't seem to be taking any pains to keep their voices down.

Junior: "Has she worn your out of shape asses out yet?"

Jack: "Funny. I'll admit I'm glad the game only at half-time. I'm not going to complain if we leave her upstairs for a bit, that was a workout."

Trevor: :laughs: "You should've taken the blowie, man. Not only is she a pro but I'm pretty close to ready again. If my girlfriend would suck like that, I'd never leave home."

All three men laugh uproariously. You're totally convinced at this point that women are better off when they have no idea what guys discuss among themselves.

Jack: "The Buffalo/Baltimore game is a nailbiter."

Junior: "Jackson vs Allen will be appointment TV for the next decade. We'll see which pulls it out this time though."

Jack: "Damn I'm hopeful though. Getting a cock in that tight ass will be sweet."

Junior: "Better hope you win then."

Jack: "You bet her ass I am."

The guys laugh loudly again for a moment before Junior abruptly speaks up.

"What the hell? Why is this on?" With that, you see the speaker light goes out.

You push the chair back over to the table. After boxing the joint down to the stub, you walk back inside and make your way to the bathroom. You turn on the shower dialing up the heat. There's no way they leave you be for too long you figure so you concentrate on a quick soap and scrub job. Just getting all the sticky surface jizz off you is a minor victory. You have no idea if they'll care about the shower but you know the old saying, 'Better to ask forgiveness than permission.' The big problem comes when you get back out. Do you put the nasty clothes back on or grab a new set from your room? As you dry off, you decide to put the old rags back on. Junior provided them after all, why ruin your stuff? So you get dressed, head into the kitchen, and throw the drinks together.

You wander back out there figuring you'll get a call soon and are surprised to see Trevor sitting on the back deck. He's sucking on a joint and sipping his tea. You throw some orange juice in a glass, splash in some rum, and join him. No use avoiding the man after all, besides maybe you can buy a bit of goodwill by being nice. You grab a wet rag and head out the door. He nods as you wander to the table, wipe it down and put your glass down. You make it to wiping the chair cushion when he finally decides to say something.

"So how are you holding up, Halle"

You finish cleaning the chair and toss the rag in the corner. You then make a show of sitting down before answering. It's not like he's actually being altruistic or anything, since he's not hiding the fact he's staring straight at your tits and everything.

"I think you're really trying to decide if I have enough energy to wiggle in the right ways next time you guys decide to fuck me," you smirk.

He frowns a bit as you continue. "I know my situation here, Trevor. Junior minced no words before you guys arrived. It'll only be until 6 am, then I can go back to hating on all of you again."

"6 am? The party normally ends between 12:00 and 1:00. If me or Jack tried to slip home that late, we'd probably be dead men walking."

You take a big sip on your drink and lean back to think. It seems Junior has plans you aren't aware of. It might explain why he's been ignoring everything so far. You'd honestly just figured he was saving himself hoping to win the bet on the last game.

"I wonder what he's scheming?" You say out loud, not actually expecting an answer but hoping one slips.

"I have no idea. Normally the ummmm. . . entertainment leaves when we do. In fact half the time I end up dropping her home on my way. I can't imagine he'd have mindlessly set that time. He could have split your forfeit between two nights and saved the money hiring a college slut."

You frown at the word slut since he likely just has a different adjective in front of it in his mind thinking of you at the moment. Still, now you know this isn't how these 'events' normally go. You watch him watch you as he swallows the rest of his drink.

"Do you and Jack normally leave at the same time?"

"Him before me mostly. He tends to get first dibs on the shower since he actually loses money betting and all. Junior is careful not to alienate him too much, the charity cash fund is one of the ways he uses to hit on girls and this way it isn't all his money. Coeds are pretty idealistic and they're more likely to put out if they think you're helping the cause. A cute Vietnamese coed works at the food bank so I think he chose it more for that than whatever your inside joke is."

You start laughing, almost losing your drink in the process. He has quite the scam going, doesn't he?

"Damn, I keep forgetting how hard guys will work and plan to get some action. Imagine how far you'd all get if you put half that energy into actually working at one of the charities or causes? I mean that'd likely do just as well bedroom wise and the world might actually get better along the way!"

Trevor puts out his smoke and shrugs.

"Guys are guys I guess, Halle. I'm heading back down to finish watching the game. Relax while you can."

He walks over, kisses you on the forehead, and then walks back inside. You sit out there for a bit staring out into the darkness and watching the water ripple under the deck lights. You end up delivering drinks and nachos once over the next hour or so but the guys mostly ignore you during this time until you get a call shortly after 11 pm. You gather up their drinks after checking the game score on your phone. Well, Buffalo won, you wonder who picked them as you head downstairs to deliver what you figure will be their last round.