I don't do politics, but I'm sure we can work something out with May.

Nick grimaces, and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Lazlo, you seem like a nice guy and I really hate Rick already, but I just can't mess with city politics." He looks over toward May, who's showing Tommy how to hold the paddles, and how to swing them. "I can work something out for May if Kate's okay with it."

Lazlo scowls. "I figured as much. No harm. I'd really like your help, but I understand. City Hall is a pretty tough." He turns and walks over to May, leaning over to her and letting her know what Nick has said. She frowns, then squeezes his arm, consoling him. Nick can see that Lazlo's disappointed, but not angry. He's fucked if I make this deal happen, Nick knows, but he can't promise anything he's not sure he can deliver. And his days of removing human obstacles permanently are supposed to be over.

Lazlo walks over and sits at the edge of the pool, face disturbed. His heart is obviously not in this anymore; May taps Tommy's shoulder and tells her something about the toys, then quickly walks over to Nick. "I don't think I'm all that impressed with a man who is willing to give away money but afraid to stand up to a bully," she says, then holds up her hand when he starts to talk. "I think maybe, all things considered, you should sit this one out. You're more than welcome to handle your business yourself, if you like."

Nick nods, realizing the whole demand for space and money was some sort of fucked-up test. Restraining his anger, he sits across from Lazlo, trying to give the man his space. May steps back to Tommy, and whispers to her; Tommy glances back to him, seeking approval. He nods, and watches her grab a large paddle from the toys. Tommy steps up behind the two men, who are wiggling in anticipation and fear. Her first strike is on Freddy's bottom, square on both cheeks. He jumps and whimpers through his gag, then it's the black man's turn, his bottom flinching as Tommy hits him solidly across the crack of his muscular ass.

May is standing behind Tommy, and taps the black man's ass with the crop. "Barron is particularly sensitive the closer you get to his asshole, dear."

Tommy nods, and begins alternating strokes from Freddy to Barron, each one harder than the last. Freddy has tears rolling down his face, his cock bouncing under him as he bucks and moans with each hit. His ass is already bright red, welts beginning to rise. Barron isn't much better, his ass clenching and releasing, his thick cock hardening, pre-cum dripping to the floor underneath him.

Nick watches Tommy's face, total concentration, her eyes gleaming lustfully. It's as if something has been unlocked in her, some demon she's been hiding. With each hit, she's getting more an more excited; next to her, Mistress May looks down at the bulging erection restrained under Tommy's skirt. She slides closer, and kisses the back of Tommy's neck as she slips her hand under Tommy's skirt and grabs her cock, releasing it. Tommy shivers, and drops the paddle to the floor with a loud bang, taking the crop from Mistress May. Raising it over her head, she gets serious, thrashing both men mercilessly as May strokes her and nuzzles on the back of Tommy's neck. A low gutteral grunt escapes Tommy's mouth, the cracking of the crop echoing loudly. Both men's asses are criss-crossed with impact marks, already purpling; Freddy's cock is now dripping as well.

May judges enough is enough, and looks over to Lazlo, then to Freddy's ass. Lazlo smiles back, and nods approval. May grips Tommy tight, stopping her from lashing them any more. Nick can't hear what she says in Tommy's ear, but Tommy shudders and releases the crop. May steps up behind Barron's dark sweaty ass, and Tommy lunges forward, burying her cock to the hilt in Freddy's ass. He screams in pain as she begins fucking him, pounding into him as hard and fast as she can, her cock invading him, her balls slapping against his battered ass. May slides the strap on into Barron's ass and begins to fuck him firmly, thrusting into him at the same pace Tommy is using. Both women are lost in their own lust, fucking their men faster and faster. In no time at all, Barron loses control, the strap-on bumping into his prostate again and again, driving his cum out of him in a sudden eruption, thick ropey spurts firing onto the floor as he bellows into the gag. May slides the strap-on out and drops it beside the paddle, then circles around to the front of Barron's bench, peeling her shorts down. Standing in front of him, she places one foot beside his head, lifting her moist pussy to his face and forcing his mouth into her crotch. She's grinding, sweat streaming down her face as she hunts her own orgasm. Tommy beats her to it, plunging all the way back into Freddy's tight ass and grunting in animalistic pleasure as she cums deep into his bowels. That puts him over the edge, too, and he cries out and cums all over the bottom of the bench and the floor. Then May gasps and quivers, grinding hersle finto Barron's hungry tongue, coating his tongue and chin with her sweet wetness.

Tommy stumbles back from Freddy's bottom, and almost collapses into Nick's arms, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she calms down. Nick rubs her neck and back, then bends down and lifts her chin so he can kiss her. "You're amazing, love," he whispers to her.

She brushes her hand against his stiff cock. "Lemme get a shower, and I'll make it up to you," she moans, kissing his thigh.

"Shower is down the hall by the locker rooms," Lazlo says, monotone. He's got another towel, wiping down Freddy and kissing the welts across the young man's bottom. May is by Barron's side, pouring some sort of oil onto him and rubbing him down. She looks up and smiles at Nick; Lazlo ignores them as they rise, Tommy shaky on her feet, Nick escorting her out the door toward the showers. As they leave the room, Nick can practically feel Lazlo and May staring daggers into his back.