Back to Dallas, working on the plan

Although casino security had acted like they were giving him an entry to a poker tournament the next day, it turned out it was a week away... probably to minimize the chance that he'd actually show up and use it. Well, Rick intended to use it but he wasn't going to live in his car in Oklahoma for a week when he could come back to Dallas and do some scouting out of the bio-DNA executives who'd screwed him over.

As they crossed the border between Texas and Oklahoma, Kat started telling him how great her new gym was going to be, how she was going to exclusively train women, and how it was all thanks to Rick's generosity that this was even possible.

Which was true, of course. But Rick didn't mind hearing someone who thought he was great. Being homeless in America wasn't the most ego-boosting status.

After a solid fifteen minutes of Kat talking, she trailed off. Then she grinned at him. "I have three great ideas."

More ideas? Rick liked Kat but he'd started wondering if he had a roll of duct tape in the back he could use to tape her mouth shut.

"You're going to love these," she added.

"I'm all ears," he lied.

"Well, first, how about we give free one month memberships to the wives of those corporate jerks you keep talking about. We can learn their secrets, get them on our side, and you know, move your plan along."

Rick had to admit that was a great thought. He'd never seen any of the executives or their wives at the health club he'd attended and suspected they were too important to mix with the hoi polloi. An exclusive, women only club might just whet their interest.

"Second idea," she continued. "Until you get a place, you could live there. You know, just at night. It's got to be better than living in your car. And you'd have a mailing address which has got to be helpful."

"But it's a women only club," he pointed out. "Wouldn't I--"

"Well, we would say you're a cleaning guy or maybe a massage therapist. With your bio-DNA, I'll bet you could massage women to orgasm in no time without even touching their pussies."

That was an intriguing idea. Rick didn't know if it was possible but he intended to find out. Texas required licensing for massage therapists and that could be a problem. Still, the idea of getting his hands on those executive wives had a definite appeal.

"What's the third idea?" he asked.

"This." She reached over, unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, and bent over it.

Rick swerved as he drove but fortunately nobody was nearby.