We have a plan

"I know a place," he answered with a twinkle in his eye.

Ray was now totally convinced that David was stupid, but seemed intrigued enough to play along. "Fine. Tonight?"

"Make it tomorrow. I've got stuff to do tonight."

The girls had walked outside. Everyone was clustered around Sarah, doing their best to comfort her.

When they saw David, they started to ask what happened before he cut them off, "let's go."

They headed straight to The Beaver Hole.

It was early and the place was quiet. The bartender was surprised when the door opened. Then she was surprised when she saw that it was a man. Then she was surprised that she recognized him.

The girls were close behind. Julia walked to the bartender and took charge, "we need your help."

The bartender summoned the manager. The manager summoned the owner. They agreed.

In a quiet moment as they were waiting for the bar to fill up, David heard the manager say quietly to Sarah, "I see you in here all the time," she looked down and said sadly, "I didn't know."

As the place filled up for the night, the girls worked the room, explaining to each group what they had planned and, most importantly, why. Everybody, everybody wanted to help. Texts were sent. Friends were summoned. The plan was set into motion.

That night, in a corner of the master bedroom, David was curled up with Sarah.

With tension in her voice, she asked "do you think it will work?"

He exhaled slowly. "Maybe. He's a bit of a shitbag, but I think he'll keep his promise. Everybody at The Beaver seems pretty willing to help." He kissed her, "we'll give it our best shot."

The next evening, David collected Ray and he headed toward The Beaver.

As they drove, Ray was still bemused, "look man, I grew up in this town. I was here pre-virus. I'm here post-virus. You aren't going to take me anywhere I don't know."

When David pulled over seconds later, he asked, "what's this place?"

When they walked in, The Beaver was packed like David had never seen it. The girls were shoulder-to-shoulder and every woman seemed to have searched her closet for the sluttiest thing she could find. As usual, there wasn't another guy in the place.

As Ray took in the room, David heard him say under his breath, "whoa."

David had even impressed himself.

Even though the place was full, two seats magically opened up and they sat down.

In the post-virus world, men were in charge. Sure, women would do anything they could to get a guy off, but the unspoken agreement was that it was always at the guy's request.

That agreement was void tonight in The Beaver. The women didn't offer. They took.

Ray's ass had barely hit the seat before a woman pushed his legs apart, pulled his cock out, and slammed her mouth down on it.

"Holy fuck," Ray exclaimed. He looked at David wide-eyed. Another girl had knelt in front of David and was sucking him.

He smiled, "cool place, right?" He pointed up at a speaker on the ceiling and said confidently, "good playlist."

The woman with Ray's cock in her mouth wasn't messing around. David watched her hair bounce as she hammered her mouth up and down his shaft.

It didn't take long before her enthusiasm did its job. He heard Ray grunt and say, "holy fuck."

There was still a string of spit from Ray's cock to the girl's mouth when another girl pushed her way in. She turned her back to Ray, stuck out her ass, and lowered her pussy onto his cock. David heard Ray swear again.

For show, the girls were giving David the same treatment, but without the same frenzied urgency. Ray might have noticed the subtle difference, but he wasn't being given the chance. David stroked the hair of the girl who was sucking him.