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Meanie Pie

By: JimBob44



He groaned again but she didn't seem to notice; just kept prattling on and on about how excited she was for this opportunity. He held up his middle finger but she cheerfully continued her one-sided conversation.

"Sharon, for the love of God, shut up!" he finally said.

"Fine," she huffed and pouted. "They said you were a real meanie pie. I'll just read then."

With that, she pulled out her Braille book and quietly read to herself. He signaled to the flight attendant and bought another scotch on the rocks for himself. He looked down at the napkin and smiled to himself; the flight attendant had written her phone number on it. He carefully folded up the napkin and put in in his shirt bucket.

^^^

Gary Weaver was used to this type of attention. At six foot four and two hundred and six pounds, he was a big man. In college he'd played football and even played two pre-season games with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers before getting cut from the roster. His face was square, his eyes a deep brown and his hair a naturally curly brown. When he smiled, which were seldom, his teeth were straight, even and white.

Getting cut from the NFL was fine, though; he knew the life expectancy of a Defensive Tackle wasn't the greatest. He moved back to Louisiana and immediately secured a job with the Louisiana Department of Rehabilitation Services. That had been his major field of studies in college; Special Education.

When he signed on with LDRS, everyone was fawning over wheelchair bound clients; he picked up the Visually Impaired/Blind client load.

With the same efficient and matter of fact mannerism that he had pounded the Offensive line, he pounded his client load. Many of his clients found themselves cut altogether, others found that they were expected to apply themselves and succeed; he fully expected the Visually Impaired and Blind to be able to compete for jobs in the General Population. Why else would they provide education, training, adaptive technologies?

To the client that was used to simply showing up and receiving a stipend for attending school and getting free 'toys' and computers from their previous counselor, Gary Weaver was a real shock. He had received several 'Hate' letters, threatening phone calls, and quite a few threats of lawsuits.

Sharon Weaver, no relation, was one of his first clients. The bubbly eighteen year old had bounded into his office, parents hovering over her to make sure she didn't hurt herself, and he had outlined his plans for the high school senior.

"I want you to apply for the Pell Grant," he intoned.

"Okay," she readily agreed.

"We will provide you with the adaptive technology you will need to keep up with your sighted counterparts in the classrooms, provide readers to assist with study materials, Braille books where available, you do know how to read Braille?" he went on.

"Yes I do," she proudly declared.

Together, with many interruptions from her mother and father, Gary and Sharon outlined her curriculum and goals. He smiled sardonically at her choice of Special Education; most of these optimistic bubble headed kids believed that they would make great counselors, as they 'understood' the needs of the handicapped.

Five years later, she graduated at the top of her class at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette and he closed her file.

As many enemies as he'd made in his client load, he was equally disliked by his fellow counselors. His lack of concern for their feelings and complete disregard for tact did not endear him to any of them.

"Well, if you'd pull your head out of your ass, you'd have a better chance of getting transferred," he told a counselor that had been turned down for a post with the Baton Rouge office.

"Look, cock sucker, having a full docket is not free reign to whine," he told another.

"Get off my nuts, Florence," he told his supervisor after yet another complaint had been filed against him.

For all the complaints, all the dissatisfied clients, Gary Weaver were a real producer. Other LDRS offices across the state requested his assistance and he had covered the entire state, assisting other counselors with their client loads, motivating other clients to apply themselves, to succeed. One counselor had asked him the secret to his success.

"Easy, I don't give a flying fuck about any of these pathetic little shits," he said. He did not crack a smile at the shocked expression on the other counselor's face.

Other states began to request his assistance and he traveled to Mississippi, Arkansas, Texas, and Georgia. That was what he was doing on this endless flight with Sharon Weaver, intern from Hell. New York City had requested his assistance after he'd testified to Congress about Rehabilitation Services in the United States.

"It's not a fucking vacation, numb nuts," he told John, the counselor for Deaf Services.

"It's not a sight seeing tour, you wrinkled up douche bag," he snarled at Maggie. "Maybe if you learned how to do your fucking job, they'd ask you for your help too."

"Gary, Gary, I do wish you would learn a little tact," Florence told him.

"Bite me," he said and smiled as she wrote that down in his file. 

Despite all the complaints, he was the highest paid counselor in the office. He was the one that had to travel all over the state, now all over the country. As far as he was concerned, the other counselors were just sucking up a paycheck for the simple act of showing up.

^^^

Well, that was one way of getting him back; saddle him with little Miss Fucking Sunshine, the intern from Hell. He looked at her again as she read to herself. Her long blonde hair was pulled back by two hair clips, which left her small face bare. Her eyes were a horrible milky white in color, but other than that, she was quite pretty with a small nose, pale pink lips and small white teeth. She was very short, not quite five feet tall, and had absolutely no tits, waist, hips or ass. Has he not known that she was twenty-two, he would have sworn that she was just a kid.

Actually, he knew some kids that had better bodies than Ms. Sharon Weaver. Her sensible business suit and sensible shoes made her look as though she was playing 'dress-up' in her Mommy's clothing. For his part, he was wearing a pullover long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. No one gives a shit what you look like on these long flights, might as well be comfortable. Plus that, if you dress nicely, panhandlers at airports try to approach you for handouts. None but the bravest approached him, though; he barreled through crowds and walked with a purpose.

"We'll be landing in about forty five minutes," the flight attendant told Sharon when Sharon asked for the hundredth time when they'd be landing.

"And then we go to the Excelsior Hotel and..." Sharon started telling Gary.

"I know what our itinerary is, Sharon," he grumbled.

"Meanie Pie," she groused at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Just how fucking old are you?" he barked.

"Old enough to know that profanity is the sign of a weak mind," she shot back.

She had to scramble to keep up with him; the only act of kindness he'd displayed to her was he helped her locate her four suitcases at the baggage blame area.

"What do you need four suitcases for?" he groused as he loaded them onto a skycap's cart.

"We're going to be here for at least two months, right?" she asked. "Well, I'm not going to walk around New York without clothes!"

^^^

The hotel clerk was extremely apologetic but since it was Sunday there wasn't much that could be done about it. When the New York Rehab had booked the room, they'd seen Gary and Sharon Weaver and assumed that the two were married. 

"At least give us a room with two double beds, please," Gary asked the clerk and they were quickly downgraded to a double occupancy room.

"Look Sharon, we'll get it straightened out tomorrow," he told her. "Plus that, I don't plan on being here tonight."

"You don't?" she asked, worriedly. "But, what am I supposed to do?"

"Hey, hey, hey, all I've been hearing out of you is how we're not supposed to help y'all, we're supposed to let y'all figure things out on your own, how y'all want to be all independent and shit, and then when I tell you, 'Here's your chance,' you get all uptight and freaked out?" he chided her and plopped his one suitcase and garment bag onto the far bed. N 

"You're absolutely right," she said and set her jaw determinedly.

He wanted to laugh; when she set her jaw like that her bottom lip stuck out and she looked like a little kid. He pulled the napkin out of his pocket and got an outside extension.

"Hey, Gail?" he cheerfully said. "This is Gary Weaver, flight 1082? Got any plans for tonight? No, I don't waste time, how about you?"

He listened for a moment, and then laughed.

"Well, yes, there are some things that a man does want to take his time with, but I say 'Hey, why beat around the bush, unless the bush needs it?'" he laughed.

"I'm sure I can find it," he said and hung up. Sharon sat at the foot of her bed, head down. Gary cheerfully grabbed a jacket from his garment bag, shrugged it on and walked to the door.

"See you later," he called out.

"'Bye," Sharon quietly said. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and called her parents to let them know that she was in New York City, safe and sound.

^^^

Gail shared an apartment with two other flight attendants. True to his word, Gary did not waste any time. Within moments of his knocking at the door, her clothes lay on the floor and his head was between her legs. He lapped at her hairless lips and dug his tongue in as far as he could reach, but avoided any contact with her clitoris. He used one hand to massage her ample rump; the other hand was busy groping her pneumatic breasts and nipples.

"Why beat around the bush when you can eat around the bush?" he said and slid a finger into her drooling pussy. She cooed and giggled as he fucked the finger in and out of her pussy, then arched her back as he finally caught her clitoris into his mouth.

"Give me that cock," she demanded and he slipped his jeans off and flexed his muscles a few times for her approval. She fixed her gaze on his throbbing manhood and he smiled.

She grunted as he lay on top of her and slid his cock into her pussy, inch by inch. When he'd finally bottomed out, she groaned in ecstasy.

"Mother fucker, you're big," she gasped and he slowly, maddeningly pulled out and then quickly shoved into her again.

"Aw, shit!" she cried out as her orgasm rippled through her. "Aw, shit, aw fuck, aw shit!"

"Uh uh!" she protested when he tried to introduce his cock to her ample rump. "I don't even let my boyfriend fuck me there!"

It was one o'clock in the morning when he pulled out of her pussy for the last time and put his jeans back on. She lay in the middle of the rumpled bed; his come dripping slowly from her pussy. Her puffy lips were widely splayed open and she groaned again.

"Shit, I don't think I can close my legs," she complained.

"Gee, I'm sorry, maybe you shouldn't have opened them in the first place," he said sarcastically and left the bedroom.

One of her roommates was watching a talk show when he walked through the living room. Neither she nor Gary said a word to each other and he walked out into the night air. He got his bearings and walked back to the hotel. 

^^^

As quietly as he could, Gary let himself back into the room and lay down on the bed. Within moments, he was wide-awake; Sharon snored very loudly. He looked with wonder at her; she didn't seem to be big enough to snore, certainly not that loud! But snore she did, and it was quite loud indeed.

He shook her lightly and that stopped her for long enough for him to fall asleep.

She was taking her sweet time in the bathroom and he had to piss horribly. He would pound on the door and she would call out that it would be just another minute. Just as he was about to either open the window and spray the hapless pedestrians nine floors down, or use the wastebasket, she opened the bathroom door and exited, dress and ready for the work day ahead.

He did not bother to close the door, just pissed noisily. He still did not shut the door while he shaved or showered; Sharon was completely blind, it did not matter to him.

She sat at the foot of her bed, which had been neatly made when he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in only a towel.

"Who the hell makes their bed in a hotel?" he asked as he pulled on his trousers.

"I do," she said. "I just can't stand to leave a room with an unmade bed.

"That's what they have maid service for," he commented and knotted his tie. "Want to get some breakfast before we head downtown?"

"Sure!" she happily said and grabbed her cane. He looked at her in amusement as she practically skipped at his side.

The hotel provided a simple buffet and they availed themselves of the eggs and bacon and cinnamon buns. Sharon insisted on carrying her own plate, but conceded to letting Gary carry her coffee and juice. They sat down and he had to look away; Sharon chewed with her mouth open. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Sharon, close your mouth," he said abruptly.

"Oh!" she gasped. "I'm so sorry! Sometimes I forget!"

She did close her mouth and he was able to relax again. He was a hard man, not used to feelings or compassion, but he did have his quirks too. He did not like slovenly people, lazy people, or dishonest people. Chewing with one's mouth open was lazy or slovenly and he couldn't stand it.

The office they were looking for was actually only a few blocks away and they walked to the building. 

The new head of Services, Andrew Young, greeted them warmly; he was in over his head and he knew it. The counselors had been working there for years and had grown quite complacent in their jobs and their clients were used to making demands and getting whatever they wanted. Of the three thousand clients he had on his dockets, less than two hundred actually had any type of employment history at all.

"I'm not going to play games, or pussyfoot around," Gary told him. "That's disgraceful. That's inexcusable. That's pathetic."

You're not getting any argument from me, I agree with you wholeheartedly," Andrew said. "That's why when I read your transcripts from the Congressional hearings, I immediately called Florence."

"And, look, I'm not here to make friends with anyone, even you," Gary went on. "So, let's skip the bullshit luncheon you had planned to introduce me to the staff here and just get started. How you want to do this? Alphabetically or by Seniority?"

"Seniority," Andrew said and smiled. "You may not be here to win any friends, but you already won one in me, Mr. Weaver."

He and Gary smiled at each other; a common understanding passing between them.

^^^

Ms. Baldwin fairly simmered in rage as the rude man and his little intern went through her office and grabbed files. 

"I thought the South was supposed to have 'Southern Gentlemen,'" she said harshly.

"Nah, those are just little pussies that can't get laid," Gary said and smiled tightly at her shocked expression.

Within two hours, Ms. Baldwin was in Andrew's office, complaining of a severe headache as Gary pointed out wasteful charge and poor planning in file after file to her.

I'll be right back," Gary told Sharon as she was trying to make sense out of the file she was listening to on her laptop.

Andrew chortled as he called the District Attorney's office to file charges of fraud against Ms. Baldwin. Gary returned to the small office and tapped Sharon on the shoulder.

"You can stop right there, we're going to Don's office now," he gruffly said and she had to scramble to follow him to the next counselor's office.

"Look, numb nuts, y'all don't get a fucking choice," Gary told the man. "Either hand over the files or get the fuck out of my way."

"Why are you such a meanie pie?" Sharon hissed as they went through incompetent file after incompetent file.

"Look Little Miss Fucking Sunshine," he growled. "Believe it or not, not everyone that works with the handicapped, disabled, disadvantaged, impaired, challenged, handicap able, whatever the fuck you people want to be called today, is actually looking for the best interest of their clients."

"Humph! she said and bent down to her task.

"You plan on eating?" Andrew smiled as Gary tossed another file onto the 'Close Immediately' stack and nodded his head yes.

"Yeah, since y'all already paid for it," Gary smiled and got to his feet. Sharon closed her laptop with a sigh. 

She hated to admit it, but it looked like Gary was right; Ms. Baldwin and Mr. Decker had numerous files that should have been closed out years ago; the clients either placed in gainful employment, or in workshop employment. Very few of the clients were currently in training or schooling, so why were they still open cases?

The rest of the counselors sat in barely concealed contempt of Mr. Young and whoever this large brute of a man was. They'd already heard from Ms. Baldwin and Mr. Decker just how intolerable this Mr. Weaver was and was not looking forward to their turn with him. Mr. Young had made no bones about wanting to get rid of the majority of them, but because they were state employees, that was nearly impossible. There were eight counselors in all, but Gary and Sharon would be in New York for at least two months. 

"Why were you so mean to MS. Baldwin?" Sharon asked as they trudged back to their hotel room.

"Because she had a shipload of clients that should have been thrown out years ago," Gary said.

"But still, if she just doesn't know any better," Sharon said.

"Look, honey, I know y'all want to see nothing but the roses and ignore the thorns," he sighed as they waited for the light to change. "But she's been with the NYDRS for thirty two years; she knows better, just doesn't want to do anything about it."

When they got to their hotel, Gary went to the desk to inquire about an available room and Sharon went upstairs. He was told that they did anticipate a vacancy in a few days.

"Well, it looks like I'm stuck with your snoring for another one or two nights," he groused at Sharon as she was hanging up her jacket. She blushed lightly at his comment.

"Oh!" she said. "Did I snore last night? And what time did you get in? I didn't hear you come in."

"No, you didn't snore, but you were pretty busy with that chainsaw you sleep with," he joked. "I guess it was about two o'clock when I got in, why? What time did you get in?"

"About ten, I guess," she said. "Well, if I snore tonight, just shake me until I stop, okay?"

"Oh, you don't want me bounding you around on your head like I did last night?" he asked.

"You did not!" she laughed.

He had to admit, she was kind of cute when she smiled or laughed. She was definitely not his type, though. She was completely flat chested and he loved big big breasts, even the fake ones. She looked so much like an innocent little kid, and he preferred his women on the trashy side, the sluttier the better. That's why most of his relationships were of the 'one-night stand' variety. 

"But, hopefully, I won't be back tonight, so you can saw wood all night long," he told her.

"Oh? Where are you going?" she asked, concerned.

"There's a bar a few blocks away; I'm going to check it out, see if I can get laid," he said and she blushed at his directness.

"Oh," she said and hung her head. He hung his jacket and slacks and slipped on a pair of jeans and pulled out his cowboy boots.

^^^

"Hey there, cowboy," a loud red head called out as Gary entered the bar and he smiled widely. 

That was his kind of woman. Her tits were unencumbered by any bra and wobbled deliciously in her tight blouse. Her skirt was very short and her legs were very long. He sidled over to where she sat and asked point blank if she'd like a drink and maybe a little company tonight.


Meanie Pie



An hour later those long legs were wrapped around his waist as he drove his cock in and out of her smooth pussy. She twisted and turned as he nibbled on her luscious breasts.

"Oh, hot holy shit!" she cried out as yet another orgasm pummeled her guts. "Oh, mother fucker, yes!" 

"Uh uh!" she laughed as he jammed a finger deep into her ass. "I don't know if I want that monster of yours up in there!"

She grunted and grimaced as he continued to plow her pussy with his cock and fuck his finger, then two fingers in and out of her ass. She'd already had six or seven orgasms and he was still going strong.

She tensed up as he put her on her knees, shoulders pinned against the bed.

"Y'all reach back here and pull that ass wide open for me, here?" he told her and aimed his cock head at her tightly clenched anus.

She did and then howled out loud as he began a slow in and out assault of her bowels.

"Take it out!" she sobbed, but he just slapped her ass hard and continued his progress.

"The more y'all fight it, the more it's going to hurt," he hissed as his hairs rested firmly against her fleshy cheeks. 

She sobbed and grunted in agony. She was no stranger to anal sex, but Gary was huge and was not gentle in the least. He wasn't gentle when he pulled out either; in fact, he rocked his hips from side to side in an attempt to widen her hole.

"O, mother fucker!" she sobbed and he quickly shoved it back in as she was trying to use her sphincter muscles to force his cock out.

"Uh!" she grunted and her eyes flew open when he shoved three fingers into her pussy. His thumb rested on her clitoris and she found herself trying to maximize contact with his thumb. He laughed as she began to thrust back against him. She tensed up as a very powerful and painful orgasm hit her and he groaned as his cock spewed hotly into her clutching bowels.

"Get out, just get out," she spat as she held a wadded up tissue to her raw and aching rectum.

"He languidly cleaned his cock in her sink, then dressed and left her apartment. She did not look up at him as he left, but broke down in tears when the door slammed shut. Why did looking for love have to hurt so much? At thirty-five, she was growing more and more desperate and the choices were getting smaller and smaller.

^^^

Sharon sat at the foot of the bed and sobbed. Gary listened to her as she described the humiliation of trying to get into a bar a few blocks away and being turned down because she looked too young. Then a restaurant two blocks further away had given her entry, but the staff had been so rude and condescending, she left in tears. Then she got lost and scared and just now found her way back to the hotel. 

He felt a twinge of conscience; maybe he should have brought her along with him. He smiled at that thought; she could have made Red shut up while he fucked the plastic tit bitch.

He checked his watch; eleven forty, a little too late on a work night.

"Listen, if you don't hog the bathroom tomorrow morning, tomorrow night I'll take you with me, okay?" he said.

"Okay," she answered and sobbed a little more. He noticed that she clutched her cane tightly in her left hand as she cried. He wondered if the cane was a security blanket of sorts for her; or a lucky talisman.

She finally calmed down somewhat and went into the bathroom to change into her bedclothes. She came out in a full-length flannel nightgown and he smiled sardonically. It was frumpy in style, and on her short body, it looked all the more like she was playing 'dress-up' and had found her grandmother's nightgown.

He almost laughed out loud as she knelt on the side of her bed and put her hands together and bowed her head in prayer. She clambered up into the bed and said "Good night."

"Good night," he said to her and shrugged out of his clothes and lay down to sleep.

"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. 

Her snoring was at an unbelievable volume; it had jolted him out of a deep slumber. He staggered out of the bed and entertained the thought of placing a pillow over her face. In the moonlight, he could see that she had kicked the blankets off of her thin legs. He stared for a moment at her thin wisps of blonde pubic hair. Her pussy lips were barely visible, tucked into a tiny slit, and were a pale pink. He tore his eyes away from the intimate sight and roughly shook her.

"Huh?" she groggily said. "Is it time to get up?"

"No," he sleepily said. "It's time to sleep, damn it."

"Oh! Was I snoring?" she asked, a little more awake now.

"No, I just felt like being an ass hole and waking y'all up for no reason," he said and staggered back to his bed.

She blushed, realizing that her pussy was on display and quickly pulled her nightgown back down. She wondered if he had seen it.

She tried her best to hurry through her morning routine, to be a little more considerate of his needs as she showered the next morning. He was still in a foul mood, though and she was more than a little frightened of him, though she tried very hard to hide that fact from him.

She happily followed him to a diner a few blocks away for breakfast and he read the menu to her when the waitress could not find a Braille menu for her.

"Sharon, chew with your mouth closed, please," he not too quietly demanded and her good mood faded.

"Y'all are going to want to see this," he said to her as they sat in Andrew Young's office.

"Ms. Ann Baldwin?" the African American male in the dark suit asked as she stepped off the elevator.

"Yes?" she sniffed in disdain; she did not like black people.

"Please put the briefcase and your purse on the floor and place your hands on top of your head," he demanded and showed her his badge.

In front of her colleagues, a sobbing Ann Baldwin was led away in handcuffs. Andrew stood in his doorway and stared at his subordinates until the stricken crowd quietly returned to their offices. Then he closed his door and turned and laughed out loud.

"Son of a bitch but that was sweet!" he laughed.

A shaken Sharon sat and listened to Gary and Andrew discussing the apparent fraud that Ann Baldwin had been getting away with for years. Gary told him that he strongly suspected that Don Decker was also doing the same thing and it most likely didn't end there.

"Y'all prepared to hire an entirely new staff?" Gary asked.

"One that will work?" Andrew asked. "Gee, let me think about it, uh, yeah!"

^^^

"Give me the floppies out of your briefcase," Gary growled at Don Decker. "Next time, y'all might want to consider emptying the 'Recycle Bin,' dumb ass."

His colleagues watched as two U.S. Marshalls put handcuffs on Don Decker and led him away as well.

"Where are you going?" Sharon asked Gary as he opened the door of Ann's old office.

"Lunch," he answered and continued his stride down the hallway. A questioning glance from Andrew gave him a slight twinge of conscience and he turned around to face her.

"I'm going down to a deli right across the street, y'all want to come?" he asked her.

"Sure!" she happily said and he looked at Andrew in amusement.

Again he had to read the menu to her and she ordered a ham and cheese on rye and a canned drink. He ordered a hot Reuben sandwich and a canned drink also. He guided her to a bench outside and the two sat in silence for a few moments. She tried very hard to remember to chew her food with her mouth closed.

He watched her as she ate. She did not wear makeup and dressed very conservatively, almost dowdy. Her eyes were a cloudy milky color, and were a little hard to look at. But he did have to admit, she was pretty.

"Careful, they put a toothpick in the sandwich," he cautioned her.

"Oh! Thanks, that would have hurt," she said and felt for the toothpick and removed it. She held it out for a second.

"That's not a toothpick, that's a spear!" she said and laughed at her own little joke.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked after a few moor minutes had passed.

"Yeah, sure," he said.

"How'd you know that Mr. Decker's client load was bogus?" she asked and took a sip of her soda.

-"The files were in numerical order by Social Security numbers, and they were almost in perfect numerical sequence. I could see one or two Social Security numbers being that close to each other, but not one or two hundred of them," he said. "The longer you're doing this kind of thing, the more you'll catch on to the mistakes that most devious or dishonest people make."

^^^

Mr. Tuttle Baum smirked at the two as they approached his office. He'd been diligent in his file management; let this good old Southern boy and his pathetic little blind sidekick try their best to trip him up!

"Where's the rest of your case load?" Gary asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Mr. Tuttle Baum almost crowed in defiance.

"Okay, fat ass," Gary sneered. "Either you are the laziest cock sucker in this building, or you must think we're fucking stupid. Everyone else has a case load of three to five hundred clients, and you only have one hundred at ninety two?"

He picked up the phone and dialed Andrew's extension. 

"Hey, Andrew, could y'all have Accounting pull up the pay schedule for Mr. Tuttle Baum's case load?" he asked and watched as Mr. Tuttle Baum's face lost all color. "New, just the last three months should do it."

"Y'all do well in prison," he said to a now ashen Mr. Tuttle Baum. "I'll bet y'all still squeak when y'all fart."

Sharon gasped at the implication and almost felt sorry for Mr. Tuttle Baum when the old man started to cry.

"How about if I cooperate?" Mr. Tuttle Baum asked in a quavering voice. 

He knew that he would surely lose his wife; she loved him for the expensive cars and lavish jewelry he could buy her with the money he was skimming off the public coffers. Why else would an attractive twenty nine year old Latino be seen with him? But the thought of being in prison for one night, much less the five or ten years he would get was unendurable.

"Beats the shit out of me," Gary sneered at the weak man. "I don't know anything about New York law, but I do believe this is a federal matter anyway; they isn't too quick to make deals."

"I need to go to the bathroom," Art Tuttle Baum whined.

"Then go," Gary shrugged. "I am not keeping you."

Art reached for the door.

"Hey Art?" he said.

"Yes?" Art Tuttle Baum said.

"I wouldn't try to run if I was y'all," Gary cautioned. "Your home address is right here, y'all really have anywhere to run to."

"Oh, right," Art quietly said.

"Did you have to be so mean?" Sharon asked him when the door clicked shut.

"No, but it sure got the point across, didn't it?" he said.

Two more counselors turned in their resignation before the end of the day and Andrew arranged to have them picked up at their homes by U.S. Marshals. Sharon was very quiet on the walk to the hotel that afternoon.

"What y'all in the mood for?" Gary cheerfully asked.

"A drink," Sharon said. "I need one after this day."

"What?" Gary asked. "You mean watching Art Tuttle Baum damn near piss on himself when he saw we could get him anyway?"

"Yeah, that, and all the open cases that should have been closed years ago, it's so depressing," Sharon said.

They went to the same restaurant that had treated Sharon so shabbily the night before but the staff took one look at Gary and knew better than to try shoddy treatment of him. He and Sharon had a mild tiff when he insisted on paying for their meal.

"But I have money," she whined.

"Wow, that's great," he said and smiled at a cute waitress.

"Fine," she huffed when Gary grabbed the check before she could find in on the table.

"What time y'all get off?" he asked the cute waitress, who had undone another button on her blouse for his benefit.

"Actually, I was supposed to get off two hours ago, but my replacement just got here, so I'm free," she said and looked askance at Sharon. Gary shook his head no, to signify that he and Sharon were not together.

"Well, now, it's not safe for a pretty little girl to be walking home by herself, how about I make sure y'all get home all right?" he suggested.

"Oh, I think I can handle myself," she laughed. She did not miss the disappointed look on Sharon's face.

"Well, okay, if y'all are sure," Gary said.

"But, you know what?" the waitress said. "I am kind of afraid of the dark, and it does get dark kind of early."

"I think I'll just go on back to the hotel," Sharon snapped and got to her feet.

"All right, be careful," Gary said and followed the waitress to the back door of the restaurant.

^^^

"Service with a smile," the waitress joked as she swallowed Gary's load. She sighed happily as he sucked her large nipples hungrily and opened her mouth wide in surprise as his cock buried itself in her pussy to the hilt. She grunted as she felt it hit the opening to her cervix.

"Damn, oh that's it!" she grunted as he rammed in and out of her and she rocked between pain and pleasure. Every time he hit her cervix, she wanted to tell him to stop, but then he would pull back out and she felt so empty.

"Uh!" she cried out in orgasm and felt his hot sperm splash into her. He thrust a few more times and collapsed on the bed next to her.

"You're going to have to go," she lazily said. "My girlfriend'll be coming home pretty soon, and I don't think she'd like finding you here."

"Oh, hell, she can join in for all I care," Gary joked.

"Hmm," she said, knowing that Doreen would definitely NOT want to join in, having an active hatred of men. "Nah, that isn't a good idea, you know what I mean?"

"Well, all right then," Gary said and pulled on his jeans. "I guess I'll see y'all around then."

^^^

Sharon screamed when he entered the hotel room and Gary caught a glimpse of her legs as she quickly threw the hem of her nightgown down around her legs. He smirked to himself; he'd obviously interrupted a little masturbation action just now.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said as he hung up his jacket in the closet.

"No, no, it's just that I didn't expect you back so soon, that's all," Sharon stammered and blushed deeply.

"Yeah, well I didn't expect her to have a girlfriend," Gary said and did not bother to close the door of the bathroom as he urinated noisily. Sharon used this opportunity to pull the hairbrush from between her legs and put it into her purse, which lay on the floor next to her nightstand.

"What's wrong with having girlfriends?" Sharon asked him when he came back into the room. "I mean, I have all kinds of girlfriends, mostly from school, you know but."

"There's nothing wrong with having girlfriends," he said and lay down on his bed. "Maybe I should have said 'She has a face mate.'"

It took a moment for it to register with Sharon and Gary laughed out loud when it did; her face was priceless, and then the deep blush started.

"Oh!" Sharon said, and then wrinkled her brow. "But if she has a girlfriend, what'd she want with you? I mean, there's nothing wrong with you, but you're not a girl, you know?"

"Beats me," Gary said and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe she swings both ways."

Sharon got out of bed and knelt by the side of her bed. Gary shook his head in amusement and watched her pray. He wondered for a moment what she prayed about, then rolled over and went to sleep.

"Oh, mother fucker, you have got to be kidding me!" he growled as her snoring woke him up. 

He staggered out of his bed and roughly shook her. He looked down at her as she slept; the nightgown had worked its way up to just under her armpits. Her belly button was andout tie' and she did have no tit swell at all. Her nipples were a pale pink, very puffy and large in comparison to the rest of her body. He staggered back to his bed and fell asleep again.

^^^

As usual, just as he was about to open the window to urinate, she exited the bathroom and he rapidly walked in.

"I swear, if y'all ever get married, I hope your husband has a strong bladder, or y'all have two bathrooms," he complained.

"I went as fast as I could," Sharon whined.

From the bathroom he called out "The sad thing is, I believe you."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Meanie pie. You're just not a morning person, are you?"

"Not when I have to sleep in a jet hangar," he said.

"I do not snore that bad!" she exclaimed.

"You don't snore that good, either," he said and jumped into the hot shower.

She giggled at that reply and finished brushing her hair. She blushed slightly at the memory of where the handle had been last night when he walked in on her.

In the lobby, a bellhop waved him over.

"We should have another room available for you this evening, sir," he simpered and lisped.

"I'll take it," he said and slipped the bellhop a five-dollar bill.

"That diner okay for you?" he asked Sharon and didn't wait for her reply as he strode out onto the street.

When their workday was finished, Gary collected his suitcases and the bellhop escorted him to the new room. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Sharon called down to the front desk and ordered a fifth of Jack Daniels to be sent to her room; then grabbed her cane and tapped down to the soda machine in the hallway.

Gary watched in amusement as the bellhop showed him all of the amenities available, making sure to bend over a great deal for Gary's benefit. 

"Well, will there be anything else?" he asked and put his hands on his hips and licked his lips.

"No, no, I think that's about it," Gary said and slipped the young man a ten-dollar bill.

"Well, if you think of anything, anything at all, you just give me a call," the youth's meaning was quite obvious.

"Uh, yeah, will do," Gary smiled and ushered the bellhop out of the room.

^^^

Gary called up to her room at eight o'clock the next morning and she groggily answered. He fixed himself some breakfast at the buffet and watched the elevator doors for her. Fifteen minutes later, a somewhat disheveled Sharon stumbled out into the lobby.

The next morning, repeated calls to her room went unanswered. He still had his key to the room and went upstairs. He entered the room after knocking several times. 

Sharon laid on the bed, completely nude, the hairbrush's handle jammed in her pussy. The empty fifth of Jack Daniels lay on the floor next to her bed. She snored loudly and he smiled down at her. He wondered briefly what she fantasized about when she masturbated and wondered what she would do if he pulled the hairbrush out and replaced it with his prick?

He quietly left the room and went to work. At eleven forty five, Sharon groggily stumbled into the office that she and Gary had set up as their temporary office.

"Why didn't you call me?" she whined to him as she flopped down in a chair.

"I did, there was no answer," he calmly told her. "I still had a key to the room, so I went up to try to wake y'all up, but y'all were out of it. So I just left you there to sleep it off."

"Oh!" she gasped, knowing full and well what he must have seen when he entered the room. She blushed deeply and turned her face away from him.

"Good timing, though," he joked. "Y'all are just in time for lunch."

"Oh, please," she whined. "I couldn't even think of food right now!"

"Tied one on last night, did you?" Gary said easily.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said and hung her head down.

^^^

"Sharon, it is Friday," he said heavily as they walked out to the street. "Last fucking thing I want to talk about is those pathetic little fucks that work for N.Y.D.R.S., okay?"

"Fine," she huffed and tapped away. He let her go about a half of a block before he rapidly walked after her.

"Hotel's back that way," he said.

"Well, maybe I wanted to go this way," she screamed at him in anger.

"You didn't really, did you?" he asked her a little quieter. 




Meanie Pie



Pedestrians were looking at them; that didn't bother him in the least, but he didn't feel like arguing with anyone right now

"No," she admitted. She would have been extremely upset if she could have seen the smile on his face.

"I'll pick you up at about eight, okay?" he said when he got off the elevator at his floor.

"Why?" she asked, a little surprised.

"'Cause I see what happens when I let y'all run wild; I don't get any fucking work out of you the whole day," he said and the elevator doors slid shut before she could think of a reply.

^^^

He smiled in amusement; she was so happy, she was practically skipping as she walked with him. She looked so much like a little girl in her lavender tank top and black jeans. He wanted to laugh; he could see the straps of her tiny bra from time to time. When you don't have tits, why wear a bra?

The hostess double checked Sharon's ID Card, shrugged her shoulders and led them to a tiny table near the stage.

"Jack and coke," Sharon ordered and Gary ordered Dear's on the rocks for himself. He wondered what Sharon's reaction would be if she knew that the waitress wore only a thong and high heels. He also wondered what her reaction would be if she knew they were in a Transgender bar.

"Hi," the waitress said and put the drinks down front of them. Gary slipped her a ten-dollar bill and she waited for a moment. Gary smiled and slid another five to her. She smiled and blew him a kiss.

"The special tonight," she began and Gary let her tell all about the chicken dish. Sharon wrinkled up her nose; she didn't care for the sounds of the special of the day.

"Do you have any hot dogs?" she asked and the waitress burst out laughing. Gary smiled widely at her and shook his head no.

"I tell you what, I'm in the mood for a big juicy burger, y'all got that?" Gary asked.

"Ooh, that sounds good too," Sharon, agreed and the waitress scampered off to place their order.

"Hi there," another waitress came over and was staring holes into Sharon's top. Gary looked at her with amusement.

"How they hanging?" he asked with a smile.

"At half mast right now, you are adorable!" the waitress said and touched Sharon on her arm.

"Oh, plumbing still works?" Gary asked. The waitress, in answer, pulled his thong down slightly to display a five-inch erection.

"She's blind," Gary, said when the waitress looked crestfallen that Sharon did not react.

"Oh!" he said and brightened. "Would you like to touch?"

"No!" Sharon screamed and Gary laughed out loud.

"I'm not gay!" Sharon hissed at Gary as the waitress scurried off.

"Neither is he, from the looks of it," Gary said.

"He?" Sharon asked.

Gary waited for it to sink in. The look on Sharon's face when she realized that they were in a transgender bar was again priceless.

"That's why it was so funny when you asked for a hot dog," he told her. She blushed deeply but after a moment giggled at the implication.

The stage show was primarily lackluster imitations of show business personalities. Sharon kept hammering away the Jack and coke, but Gary limited himself to two drinks. Their waitress kept rubbing her boobs against Gary and leaned over and whispered to him that she would be going on a one-hour break if he were interested. 

"I'm not into guys," he politely declined.

"I'm post-op, I'm all woman," she assured him.

"Really?" he asked and she moved to pull her thong down to prove it.

He nodded his head yes and she squealed in delight.

"I got to pee," Sharon mumbled and Gary waved over the other waitress.

"Think you could help out my friend here?" he asked and the waitress happily agreed. Sharon would have fallen over had it not been for the waitress's help. Her own waitress waved to him and he asked a third waitress to let Sharon know that he would be back in about an hour.

"So what's your name?" he asked as they strode briskly toward the Excelsior Hotel.

"Oh, where are my manners?" she laughed. "I'm Amelia!"

"Gary," he said and they shook hands.

She was on her knees sucking his cock before the door was fully closed. She was very good at it and he was pumping a load down her throat within minutes of them entering the hotel room. She daintily got to her feet and slid her thong panties down and off. He roughly shoved her onto the bed and took her without much preamble. He knew the tits were fake, but they felt pretty good as he thrust in and out of her nearly dry vagina.

"Oh, Gary, you are so good!" she groaned as he shot a load deep in her.

"You're pretty good too," he said and got a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned his cock.

"But I do have to eat, buy me dinner?" she asked and pulled her panties back on.

They ate in the hotel restaurant and he walked her back to the bar. He looked around for Sharon and was informed by the third waitress that Dolly had taken her back to the hotel; but he was due back in a few minutes. Gary had another Dear's on the rocks while he waited.

Dolly scampered in and Gary waved him over.

"So, how'd it go with Sharon?" he smiled and asked.

"Oh, she is so gorgeous, isn't she?" Dolly asked. "What a pity she is so head over heels in love."

"In love?" Gary asked, surprised. 

True, he didn't listen to Sharon when she rattled on and on but surely he would have remembered if she'd said anything about a boyfriend. Whenever she used her cell phone, she was talking to her mother or father or older sister; he never heard her talking to a boyfriend.

"Who's she in love with?" he asked Dolly.

"Oh, please!" Dolly giggled and ran off to take the drink orders of three fat, sweaty men that sat down at one of his tables.

Gary walked back to the hotel and returned to his room. 

^^^

The next day being Saturday, he slept later than usual and leisurely walked down to the hotel's restaurant. He saw Sharon sitting alone, trying very hard to get a waitress's attention but the three that were on duty were ignoring her.

"You think one of you fat asses could waddled over to her table and help her out?" he snarled at the oldest looking of the three waitresses. She glared at him but waved one of the younger women over to where Sharon sat.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked her and she scowled but shrugged her shoulders.

"Go ahead, I can't stop you," she spat.

"Sure you can," he said easily. "You can tell me 'I would rather be alone,' or something like that."

"Go ahead," she said again and he sat down.

"So, how'd it go last night with Dolly?" he asked casually.

Fuck you!" she screamed and leapt to her feet. "What did she tell you?"

He sat in stunned silence as she ran in to chairs and tables, flailing her cane wildly and finally managed to exit the restaurant. The people in the restaurant stared at her; Gary was grateful that it wasn't that crowded.

He ate the breakfast that the waitress had brought out for Sharon and paid the bill. He debated on whether or not to go check on Sharon but shrugged his shoulders.

"She's a big girl," he told himself and wandered around the neighborhood, doing a little sightseeing. He spent a few hours in a bar; drinking an occasional scotch on the rocks, but watched the amount of alcohol he took in. 

^^^

At six, Gary left the bar and returned to the hotel. He called Sharon's room and she answered on the fourth ring.

"Y'all feel up to getting a bite to eat?" he asked her. "There's this Italian place about six blocks away."

"No, thank you," she snapped and slammed the phone down in his ear.

He looked at the phone for a second, a little bemused at her reaction. He hung up and sniffed his underarms and debated on whether or not to take a quick shower or save that for when he got back. He was almost to the door when the phone rang. He answered it on the third ring.

"I'm sorry I was rude to you," a small voice said on the other end.

"That's all right," he said. "I'm sure I deserved it. So, yell want to go eat or what?"

"Give me a moment to freshen up," she said listlessly.

"Meet y'all down in the lobby," he cheerfully said and hung up.

She wore blue jeans and a loose top. He felt a slight annoyance at the number of people that stared at her as they walked to the restaurant, then felt a little surprise at his reaction. Why would he care if people stared at her?

She was moody throughout the meal and once when he reminded her to close her mouth she took her sweet time doing it. She did not argue with him over the bill; graciously allowing him to pay for the meal. She did brighten considerably when he asked her what her plans were for Sunday.

"Oh, well, I have to go to church, but they told me at the front desk that Saint Patrick's is only a few blocks away," she said. "I was real afraid that they wouldn't have any churches close enough to walk to out here, you know, that I would have to take a taxi or something."

"Church?" he asked. "God, I haven't been to church in years."

"You want to come with me?" she asked. "I mean, it's Catholic and all, but it's really cool, well, the church I go to at home is anyway, they have a youth choir and everything."

He smiled a little at her animation. Obviously church did something for this girl. It had been at least fifteen years since he felt animated about anything, even football. That was what the assistant coach had told him when he was cut from the Tampa Bay roster; he just wasn't passionate enough.

"No, thank you. I would feel terrible if the building burst into flames when I walked in," he jokingly told her and her animation faded away. 

"Oh!" she brightened again. "They also told me about this tour that takes you all over the city in a bus, it lasts from twelve to five, so I'd have to go to early mass, but the bus goes all over and stops at..."

"All kind of tourist traps and gift shops to get you to spend your money," he finished for her.

"God, do you have to be so critical?" she huffed at him.

"I prefer to think of it as realistic," he smiled and finished his cup of coffee.

"Anyway, I was thinking that would be fun, you want to go with me on that?" she asked hopefully.

"Hmm, I don't know," he said, knowing full and well he had no desire to be crammed into an unfair-conditioned bus for five hours with Little Miss Fucking Sunshine and thirty or forty others just like her.

They left the restaurant and she had to double step to keep up with him as he walked back to the hotel.

^^^

"How was the tour?" he asked her on Monday morning.

"Didn't go," she answered. "I overslept and barely made it to eleven o'clock mass and by the time I got back, the tour was already gone.

"Oh, that's a shame," he said insincerely.

"But they have one on Saturday and another one on Sundays," she said. "I'll probably go on the Saturday one.

^^^

That night he was unsuccessful in his quest for available pussy and returned to his hotel room. He forgot to set his alarm clock and had to hustle the next morning. 

: You're late!" Sharon happily told him when he arrived at the office and she was already there, going through the files on her laptop computer. 

He smiled and agreed with her; he was late.

After clearing the books of all the fraudulent clients; they began the arduous task of going through each file to determine what course of action should be taken. Andrew was cheerfully interviewing for new counselors

"It's a damned shame I can't get you two to move up here," he told Gary and Sharon over a salad at lunchtime.

"Well, I tell you," Gary said. "When I left the Buccaneers in Oh Two, I could have moved anywhere in the states, but I'm a Louisiana boy, born and bred, and Lafayette is where I went to school, and that's where I feel most at home."

"What about you, Sharon?" Andrew asked.

"Oh, no!" Sharon exclaimed, completely caught off guard. "Lafayette's my home! I could never leave it!" 

"Are you sure?" Gary asked her. "I think you could pretty much name your price."

"No, I'm sure," Sharon, said with conviction.

The week was filled with many interviews for Andrew and Sharon and Gary assisted the remaining counselors in evaluating the remaining clients and what course of action should be taken with each of them.

^^^

"Please, Sharon," Gary grumbled. "It is Friday. Leave the office at the office."

"Fine," she said as they waited for the light to change. "Any plans for the weekend?"

"Sleep, sleep, and when I'm tired of that, I'll probably sleep," he told her. "You?"

"Oh, I'm going to go on that tour, remember? The one that takes you around the city?" she babbled as they trudged to the hotel. "You want to go on that?"

"Uh, let me see, uh, no," he said and hit the button for his floor and for her floor.

^^^

The woman looked up from her gin and tonic as the tall man took a seat a few down from her. Damn, but he looked good in just a white shirt and jeans.

Gary smiled at the blonde, ordered a drink, and then looked around the bar. He did not look back at the blonde, knowing that he had her full attention. Sure enough, she moved a couple of stools over.

"Hey there," he said and gave her a dazzling smile.

She returned his smile as he waved to the bartender.

"Give the lady whatever she would like," he told the bartender.

A couple of hours later, they were rolling around on Gary's bed. He had to smile when she slid out of her tight blue jeans and the full, prominent tuft of dark brown hair came into view.

"So, I'm not a natural blonde," she laughed. "But the tits are real."

"And that's what matters most," he said and she cradled his head as he nibbled at her full breasts.

She showed him how five years of taking yoga had limbered her up enough that she could actually bring her feet up to reach her head. This splayed her heavy pussy lips open for his tongue and she sighed in contentment as he lapped at her heavy pussy lips and chewed lightly on them before delving into her wet canal. She grunted loudly as he sucked on her clitoris and grunted louder as he lightly bit down on it.

The ringing of his telephone roused him out of a heavy slumber.

"Hello?" he groggily said.

"Hi, it's me, the tour is leaving in about thirty minutes and I was wondering if you might want to go," a small voice cheerfully said.

"Who is this?" he sleepily said.

"Uh, it's me, Sharon," she sounded hurt.

"Oh! Hey Sharon, uh, no, no, but you have fun, okay?" he said and hung up. 

It wasn't until he hung up that he realized that she'd sounded hurt that he didn't recognize her voice. He briefly felt bad about that; after all, they'd been working together now for a few weeks. He should recognize her voice by now.

"Who was that?" the blonde groggily said. "Your wife or something?"

"Co-worker," Gary said and pressed his morning hard on against her skinny backside.

"Thinking about your co-worker gave you a boner?" the blonde teased.

"Uh huh, but since she's not here, you get to take advantage of the situation," Gary said and entered her swollen pussy from behind.

She made use of his shower and took her sweet time about it. Gary had to piss badly, and did not bother worrying about offending her or incurring a 'Sexual Harassment' complaint. He just walked in and used the toilet.

"Hey!" she called out as he flushed the commode and the water pressure in the shower plummeted.

"Sorry," he laughed and left the room.

"Hey, um, look, it's not like I'm a hooker or something, but could I have cab fare or something?" she asked as she dressed in her halter-top and blue jeans again.

"Sure," he grudgingly said and slipped her two twenties.

"Forty bucks? That's it?" she complained.

"I thought you weren't a hooker," he said.

"Well, yeah, but..." she complained.

"Y'all asked for cab fare, where are y'all going in this cab, Florida?" he said and none too gently ushered her to the door.

^^^

He was in a foul mood as he showered and dressed and the damned maid that kept banging on the door to see if he was finished so that she could do her job did not help.

Gary scowled and stomped around the city for a few hours. The subway offered little in the way of distraction from his foul mood. Times Square, with its loud attractions, did offer some amusement, but he barely noticed it. By mid afternoon, though, the nice weather and the relative ease of a Saturday, no work worries, no timetable, the occasional smile of a passer-by began to lighten his mood. By the time he reached the hotel again, his mood was a lot better. 

He watched as a large bus, spewing diesel fumes, pulled up to the front of the hotel. People spilled out, some carrying bags from various shops, others empty-handed. He heard the bus driver call out to someone to please be careful, please use the handrail, please watch their step, there were three steps down, then a big step to the curb. He smiled as Sharon emerged from the bus, face absolutely radiant with excitement, encumbered by multiple bags.

"Need a hand with all those bags?" he asked her and her smile faded slightly. 

Gary couldn't explain it, but the fact that her face lost some of the radiance hurt him.

"Um, sure, okay," she said and he took the bulk of the bags.

"Damn, did you leave anything for anyone else?" he joked.

"Yes!" she protested and giggled. "There's plenty of stuff left!"

He felt good that he was able to get a giggle out of her.

He dumped the bags onto the second bed in her room and smirked slightly at the hairbrush on the nightstand. He wondered if she would notice if he took a sniff of the handle, to see if she'd been using it lately.

"Did they feed you on this tour?" he asked as she emerged from the bathroom.

"No!" she said. "I'm about to starve to death!"

"Come on, then," he said. "Last thing I want to do is fill out an 'Accidental Death' form on you." 

"There's an Accidental Death form?" she asked.

"Yes, about fifty pages," he joked. "See why I don't want to have to fill it out?"

^^^

She prattled on and on about the tour and how they went to the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State building and Wall Street and Fifth Avenue. She did all of this in between bites of food and Gary simply closed his eyes, not wanting to spoil her mood by telling her to close her mouth.

"So what'd you do today?" she finally asked.

"Walked around, went to Times Square," he said. "Nothing much really."

"Really? We went to Times Square too! That's where Dick Clark has his New Year's Eve party every year," she said.

"Yeah, and they have some really interesting shops around that area," he agreed.

"I know!" She enthused. "I got all kind of stuff there!"

"Like what?" he asked.

She blushed brightly and put her head down. He wondered if she'd gone into one of the 'Adult Novelties' stores and bought a replacement for her hairbrush.

"I um, I got some clothes and other stuff," she mumbled.

"Anything else?" the waitress asked as she put the check down on the table.

"Not for me," Gary said and put his credit card on the table.

"Um, no thanks," Sharon said. "But it's my turn to pay the bill."

"Too late," Gary said and smiled. 

"Thank you and come again," the waitress intoned in a bored voice as Gary signed the receipt.

"Oh, and I got these really cute outfits for Jimmy, my nephew, he's one years old," she continued to prattle on and on as they walked back to the hotel. Barry half listened as she went on and on about this kid that was the smartest baby in the whole world.

"Well, I'm sure he will love it," he agreed. "Well, actually, he won't care one way or the other, but I'm sure his mother would love it."

"You, um, you want some coffee or something, um, you know, I um I bought some coffee on this tour and there's a coffee pot in my room," she stammered and blushed hotly as he pressed the buttons for their floors.

"You know what, that sounds great," he heard himself say. For some odd reason, he wanted to listen to her rattle on and on about nothing, wanted to hear her giggle, wanted a few more minutes with her.




Meanie Pie



^^^

She nervously bustled about the small room and made coffee and kept up a rambling monologue while he sat at the small table in the room.

"Sharon, for the love of God, shut up," he said.

She stopped and faced him for a moment, then giggled. 

"Meanie pie," she said and stuck her tongue out at him.

"I tell you what, show me these outfits you got for Jimmy," he suggested as she fidgeted about and waited for the coffee pot to stop gurgling.

She very excitedly went to the stack of bags he had placed on the bed earlier and dug around. She pulled out a small top and some matching shorts. The top had the Statue of Liberty on it and he smiled. Another pair of shorts had an 'Empire State Building' sewn right where the child's crotch was and he laughed out loud at the implication. When he explained to her what he was laughing at, she had to giggle.

"Well, if I had known that..." she giggled again.

He looked at the clothing that had spilled out of another bag. 

"Some other stuff fell out," he gently told her. "Is that what you got at Times Square?"

She blushed hotly as she scooped up a pair of jeans and a very slinky top. She tried to hide the pairs of thong panties from his view. 

"That dress looks interesting," he said as her hurried actions caused a dress to fall out of another bag. "Sharon, slow down and you'll quit knocking stuff around."

"Damn it!" she exclaimed as another slinky top slithered out and onto the floor.

"What did you say?" he laughed.

"Damn it!" she repeated and smiled self-consciously.

"I do like this dress," he said and picked it up and looked at it. It was a bright red, long sleeve number. The middle was nothing but a brass ring that held the bottom to the top.

"Give it here," she demanded and ran squarely into him as she tried to retrieve the dress.

"I couldn't pass it up, it was on sale and I just couldn't believe they had it in my size," she said and took it out of his hands.

"Does it even fit?" he asked.

"Yes!" she huffed. "Like I'd buy anything without trying it on first!"

"What do you take in your coffee?" he asked her.

Cream, two sugars," she said and put the other clothing back into their bags.

He fixed his own coffee and hers, and then cautiously approached her with the hot liquid.

"Here you go," he said and she reached out. He let her fingers find his hand then she found the cup and took it from him.

He sat back down and drank the coffee. It was a little weak, but he did not complain. She shifted from one foot to the other, fidgeting nervously again.

"You want to see it?" she asked suddenly.

"See what?" he asked, not sure what she was talking about.

"Um, the dress, um, you want to see what it looks like?" she asked and faced away from him.

"Absolutely," he agreed. 

She took a big gulp of her coffee, grabbed the dress and disappeared into the bathroom.

He waited and waited. Finally the door opened a crack and she stuck her head out.

"Don't laugh," she demanded of him.

"Wait, let me get a pillow to muffle my laughter then," he said and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"He sucked in his breath. The bright red color looked great with her pale skin, despite the hot blush she wore now, and her blonde hair. The skirt portion of the dress hung under her hip bone and reached down to mid thigh, the brass ring fit right over her adorable little 'out tie' belly button, and the top or blouse portion rested under where her breasts would be, had she had any breasts.

"Turn around," he asked and she slowly did. In the back, it looked like a blouse and matching skirt with plenty of back bare. He had to smile; it made her almost look like she had an ass to put in the skirt.

It was obvious that she was not wearing any panties or bra with this outfit; they would have been very visible.

"Wow," he finally said.

"You like it?" she asked needlessly.

"Wow, that is one great outfit," he said and was glad she was blind as he had to adjust his throbbing cock.

"You're not just saying that, are you?" she excitedly asked him.

"Sharon, do I ever say anything nice?" he asked her.

"Never!" she laughed out loud.

"That is really a great looking outfit," he said again.

"You want to see the jeans?" she asked happily.

"Um, sure," he said, not taking his eyes off the girl as she hurriedly grabbed a bag from the bed and raced back to the bathroom.

He wondered if he dared to take his cock out and masturbate. That was one stunning dress and made him realize, even without tits, and not a whole lot of ass, Sharon Weaver could be a very sexy little girl.

She did not take nearly as long in the bathroom this time. She came out wearing a gauzy black top that had two black velvet patches where her tits would have been. It was a long sleeve top but it left a good portion of her midriff bare. The jeans were black low rise and had cutouts sewn in various places. She did not need to be asked; just slowly turned to let him see the rear as well. There was a large heart cut out directly in the center of her right buttock and a smaller Diamond on the lower half of her left buttock.

"Wow to that too, but, um, where would you wear that?" he asked her.

"Dancing, I guess, even though I don't really know how to dance," she shrugged her shoulders.

"Let me guess," he teased. "It was on sale."

"Shut up," she giggled.

"That, too, is a great looking outfit, too bad you don't know how to dance," he said. 

"And I got this other top, it goes with this too," she excitedly said and disappeared into the bathroom again. In less than a minute, she was back out, adjusting the straps of a gauzy halter-top. A thin band of black velvet obscured her nipples from view and she again twirled around for his approval. He wished she had something stronger to drink then coffee.

"I don't know which one I like more," he admitted. "Very sexy."

"Really?" she gushed and bubbled with excitement. "'Cause I really want to look sexy for..."

She realized she was about to say something she didn't want to and clammed up tight. The smile quickly faded from her eyes and he looked sharply at her.

"Sexy for who?" he pressed her.

"No one," she mumbled. "It doesn't matter."

"Well, if it doesn't matter, then tell me," he said.

Sharon felt backed into a corner. She wanted to run into the bathroom and stay in there until he left, but she knew she couldn't do that. She scowled at him.

"No, it doesn't matter, just drop it, okay?" she demanded.

"Come on," he pressed.

"No!" she said forcefully. "You'll just laugh at me!"

"Sharon, I promise I won't laugh," he promised. "Just tell me."

"You, all right?" she yelled at him. "I want to look sexy for you!"

He sat in stunned silence for a moment, and then realized she was crying. He reached for her and she jerked away from him. He was much stronger than her her, though and easily pulled her to him.

"But, Sharon, why would you want to look sexy for me?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"See?" she sobbed. "I told you it doesn't matter."

"It does matter," he said softly. "I'm just confused, that's all. I'm not a very nice person, I'm not nearly as sweet and loving and nice and happy as you, why would you want to look sexy for someone like me?"

"'Cause I love you. You're the first person that ever ever believed in me," she sobbed and put her arms around his neck. "You remember when I came into your office that first time?"

"Yeah, I remember," he agreed. "Your mother and father were there the whole time, stuck up your butt so far you were coughing up their hair.

"Yeah," she said. "And you didn't feel all sorry for me and all 'oh poor little blind girl,' and telling me to just get married to some guy that'll take care of me. No, you told me to go to college and get an education. You believed in me and knew I could do it, even if I am blind."

"Yeah," Gary said and ran his hands up and down her bare back. Her skin was soft and smooth and he closed his eyes and relished the feeling of her warmth and the smell of her warm breath, tinged with coffee and her light perfume and the way her hair smelled.

"I knew I was in love with you that day," she continued, much softer now, and leaned close to him. She wasn't crying now, in fact a small smile came to her lips. 

Sitting down, he was a few inches shorter than her as she stood in front of him.

"My sister said 'Hey, if you marry him, you won't have to change your last name,'" and she giggled at that thought.

She gasped as she felt his lips touch hers softly.

"Oh, Gary," she sighed happily and drove her tongue into his mouth.

Within moments, Gary felt breathless with excitement and passion. Just from her kiss. And her scent, and the sound of her voice, and the feel of her skin.

"Make love to me?" she asked as she pulled her lips away from his. 

In response he sucked a few more kisses from her lips and then stood and picked her up. She actually whooped with the feeling of his powerful arms around her and laughed out loud as he carried her to the bed. She unbuttoned the sexy jeans and he helped her shimmy out of them. 

He noticed that her pussy lips were swollen and wet with excitement and he growled in hunger and lunged his face between her legs. She tasted so different from what he was used to; she tasted like a woman. Most of the women he went down on had a sanitized flavor, andover-clean' taste. If it smelled too gamy, he wouldn't put tongue or any other part of his body near them. Sharon tasted musky, strong, but not overpowering. She cried out in surprise and excitement as he sucked her pussy lips out and delved his tongue into her tight wetness.

She fumbled with the straps of the halter-top and finally managed to strip it off. She locked her thin legs around his head and gasped loudly in orgasm as he sucked her small clitoris. She finally released his head and scrambled down to unbutton his shirt. 

He stymied any of her progress by nipping and biting at any part of her that came close enough to his mouth and they giggled as she finally managed to get his shirt off of him. He rewarded her by pulling her on top of him and sucking more kisses from her lips and running his hands lovingly along her body. Her puffy nipples were rock hard and she groaned and sighed as he pinched them and licked them.

"No, damn it!" she laughed as he easily pulled her pussy close to his mouth again.

She scrambled down his chest and undid his belt. He assisted her by lifting his ass off the bed so that she could ease his pants down and off. Thankfully, he had kicked his shoes off right before beginning his oral assault on her small pussy.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed as her small hand gripped his throbbing and drooling cock.

With a horrified groan, he shot his come all over his belly and chest. He lay in stunned silence; this had never happened to him before. Sharon sat in confused silence.

"Did you just come?" she finally asked.

"Yes, yes, I did," he admitted.

"Oh," she said, somewhat disappointed. "Does that mean you're finished?"

"I don't think so," he laughed. "Mr. Weenie's still pretty happy to meet you."

It was true, despite the incredible amount of semen he'd loosed a moment ago, his cock was still rampant and stood proud.

"Mr. Weenie?" she laughed out loud.

"Well, what do you call him?" he laughed.

"I don't know, let me think about that one," she smiled and reached for his cock again.

She started off by licking the head of his cock and he groaned. She smiled up at him, and then bent to the task again. She noisily slurped his cock into her mouth and took him down as far as she could. She made a gagging sound and had to relinquish the effort for a moment. She thrust her head down again and managed to get another two inches down before having to back off. Her small hand stroked the base of his shaft to her lips and she gurgled happily around the head.

"Sweetheart," he warned, "You keep that up and I'll explode."

"Mm-hmm," she murmured and continued to suck his cock, as much as she could stuff into her mouth. She found his heavy balls and weighed them with the palm of her other hand.

"Oh, holy shit!" he cried out and shot a thick stream of his come into her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow his spurts as he gasped and grunted through a mind numbing orgasm. She faced him and let the now softening cock plop out of her mouth.

"Are you always so quick to come?" She asked him.

"No! Never!" he protested.

He grabbed her and pulled her up to where her crotch was millimeters from his mouth.

"You bring it on yourself, you know," he said and lapped eagerly at her pussy.

"Oh! Oh, that's so... How do I bring it on myself?" she gasped and braced her hands against the wall.

"For looking so sexy," he said. "And for being unbelievable at sucking Mr. Weenie."

"Really?" she squealed. "That was the... Oh, Damn it!"

She shuddered in orgasm and he lapped hungrily at her pussy. Finally, she pulled away from him and lay on the bed next to him. . She lovingly stroked his massive chest and trailed down to his Mr. Weenie, which was once again standing proud.

"That was my first time, you know, um, sucking a Mr. Weenie, you know," she admitted to him.

"Really?" he asked and kissed the top of her head. "Not the last, I hope."

"Just you," she said and kissed him on his chest. She eased herself up and found his face and kissed him again. "Just you. I love you, Gary."

"I..." he looked at her and felt something well up in his chest. "I love you too, Sharon."

She kissed him again and shook her head no.

"That's sweet, but you don't have to say that," she said and began to stroke his cock.

"I'm not just saying that," he angrily denied. "Damn it, do I ever say anything nice?"

"Yes," she laughed. "You did just now!"

She laughed again and sat up. His cock received all of her attention. She stroked it, measuring it with her hands and again weighed each of his heavy testicles in her other hand.

She seemed to be trying to make up her mind about what to do next. Gingerly, she swung a leg over his hips and brought the head of his cock to her pussy lips. He stroked her back with one hand and tugged lightly at her puffy nipples with the other hand. She eased the cock's head in and he smiled as her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open.

I might be a little too big for you," he said.

She laughed and shook her head.

"Men are so stupid," she said. "If a baby can come out of there, a Mr. Weenie can go in."

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped as a few more inches slid in.

He cupped her ass with both hands and she slid a little further down his cock.

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped again and squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced as an intense orgasm seized her.

"Oh!" she shuddered and raised herself slightly and fell back down onto his cock. He was a little more than halfway in her and she gasped in pleasure and smiled happily at him.

"God, Gary!" she sighed.

"Yeah," he agreed. Even after having blown two loads, he could feel the excitement bubble up in his cock.

She raised herself up and he watched as her pussy lips pulled out along his cock's length. When she fell back down, the lips were forced up into her small slit and he could actually see her pussy mound bulge with the progress of his cock. It was slow going, but they had all night. The mouth of her cervix rested against the head of his cock and he had another inch to go. Her eyes opened wide and she wiggled her hips. He tickled her anus with his fingertips and she surprised him by reaching back and pulling her small ass cheeks apart for his finger.

The last inch slipped in and he lightly stroked in and out of her anus with his finger.

"Oh, damn it!" she grunted and orgasmic again.

"Aw, shit!" he called out and thick streams of his come shot into her belly.

She lay on his chest, gasping and trying to catch her breath. He grunted as his cock felt as if it were trapped inside of a vise. 

"Oh my goodness, is it always like that?" she wheezed out.

"No," he wheezed back. "It's never like that."

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped. "Now I see what my sister's always going on and on about!"

She giggled happily and he laughed for the sheer happiness of being trapped inside of someone that cared about him, said that she loved him. 

^^^

Her snoring woke him up. He kissed her naked shoulder and she stopped. He curled his arm around her naked body and fell asleep again. She sighed in her sleep and pressed her naked buttocks against his belly.

"Will you go with me to church?" she asked hopefully.

"I don't... Yes," he said.

He had wanted to say no, but then realized that he wanted to spend time with her, wanted to be with her.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said.

"I know that," he said. "Let me go shower and get dressed and then I'll meet you back here, okay?"

"And see if you can do something about that beard of yours, whew!" she said and stroked his face lovingly.

"We'll see," he said and kissed her again.

It took about five minutes with all of the kissing for him to finally leave the room. She screamed in happiness and skipped to the bathroom and took a shower and then sat down to get ready for church. She wanted to call her older sister, tell her all about finally being with the most wonderful man in the world, but decided that she didn't have the time to fill her sister in on all the details.

For his part, Gary's head was buzzing with excitement. He smiled as he shaved and then showered. He put on a nice shirt and dress slacks and then went back up to Sharon's room.

"Yes?" she asked from the other side of the door.

"It's me," he said and she swung the door open wide to reveal that she was dressed and ready to go. She grabbed her cane and they walked to the elevators, hand in hand.

He was surprised how much he remembered of the practices and rituals of the Catholic service and how much he had forgotten. When she went up to receive the Host, he felt ashamed and did not go with her. He watched her, though, as she happily received the communion and then confidently strode back to the pew that they sat on. They knelt in prayer, and shortly afterward, the service was ended.

"Where to now" he asked her.

"I um, I guess we could, do you think the maid's already cleaned my room?" she blushed and asked him.

"Sharon Weaver!" he gasped in mock surprise. "Are you suggesting what I thick you're suggesting?"

"Yes I am," she laughed happily and hugged him tightly. He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly to him.

"Um, as great as that sounds, and it does sound great," he said. "Why don't we get something to eat first?"

"Oh!" she said and laughed. "I didn't even realize I was hungry!"

"Chinese?" he asked her and she agreed readily. They held hands as they walked to the Chinese restaurant and the waiter proudly handed Sharon a Braille menu.

"I love you," he said as they waited for the waiter to come back and take their order.

"I love you too," she smiled at him. "Where did that come from?"

"Beats the shit out of me," he laughed.

He found it easy to overlook her habit of eating with her mouth open. He also found it easy to overlook her habit of slurping her soup loudly. He hoped this would be the case for as long as he was with her.

^^^

They moved her things out of the ninth floor room and shared the king sized bed in his room.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit," he chanted as he eased his cock into her tight pussy. She pulled him down to her and hungrily sucked kisses from him as more and more of his cock slid into her.

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped in orgasm.

"Ah!" he crowed triumphantly as all of his manhood rested firmly inside of her.

"So good, so good, so..." she chanted in orgasm.




Meanie Pie



He slowly pulled out of her until just the head rested inside of her and pushed back in. Her pussy mound bulged obscenely with the girth of his cock. She thrust up to meet his strokes and he slowly built up speed.

His endurance was building up; he managed to last about five minutes inside of her incredible tightness before he shot stream after stream into her.

"You are on the pill, right?" he asked as they lay, her head on his chest, his hand on her small ass.

"Nope," she shook her head no.

"What?" he said in surprise. "Sharon! You could get pregnant, you know?"

"I know that," she said and kissed his chest. "That's what I want."

"Are you nuts?" he asked, alarmed.

"What?" she said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "A baby would be wonderful, Gary! Having your baby would be the most wonderful thing in the world, don't you want a baby?"

He felt a hot tear splash on his chest and his chest and throat felt so tight, so constricted he couldn't speak. He felt her silently sob on his chest and kept trying to speak. Finally the words came out.

"Sweetheart, I never ever ever thought about it before, you know?" he managed to say to her.

"Why am I so stupid?" she sobbed out loud.

"I don't think it's stupid, Honey, it's just that I never thought about it before," he defended.

"I finally get you, and then I just go and run you off," she sobbed.

"See me running?" he asked and kissed the top of her head.

"Look, I'm not saying I don't want a baby, I'm not saying that I do, I'm just saying I've never thought about it before," he said when she finally calmed down enough to talk.

"Will you think about it?" she sniffed and asked him.

"I am thinking about it right now," he admitted. "Will you please put some clothes on? It's kind of hard to think about anything with you laying there naked like that."

"Okay," she sniffed and pulled a bag with her into the bathroom.

He realized he had a bit of a joker on his hands when she emerged from the bathroom. True, she had put some clothes on. She had put on a shiny PVC corset and matching PVC miniskirt. She stood and modeled it for him and he laughed out loud.

"I think it was easier to think when you were naked," he said and she smiled happily.

"You like it?" she asked and smoothed the corset down over her belly.

"Damn, but you are one sexy little girl," he said and she blushed happily. "Where the hell would you wear that?" 

"Your bedroom," she said saucily. She turned around and lifted the hem of the skirt to show him that she had some thong panties on underneath the skirt.

"Please, please, put on some real clothes and we'll go get something to eat," he said and tried to zip up his slacks over the raging erection he was sporting.

"Fine," she huffed and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a loose top.

"Hey!" she squealed as he lifted her up and placed a kissed on her belly and nipped at her belly button.

"Think you could get dressed without the attitude?" he asked her and bit her again.

"Probably not," she said and stuck her tongue out at him.

"You're asking for it, little girl," he threatened.

"Ooh, I am so scared," she sneered and ran her fingers through his hair.

She screamed in surprise as he threw her onto the bed. She laughed and tried to get away as he pulled her panties down and off of her struggling legs.

"No! Stop that!" she laughed. "I thought you wanted to go get something to eat!"

"I do," he said and ducked his head under the skirt.

"No, stop!" she said and wrapped her legs around his head.

He eased his aching cock out and slid it into her tight pussy again. She smiled up at him and he lowered himself as much as he dared onto her and kissed her hungrily. He fucked in and out of her at a slow and steady pace and she gasped and grunted in orgasm and locked her legs around his waist trying to pull him all the way into her.

"Have you thought about it?" she quietly asked him as he began to pick up the pace.

"Yes," he grunted.

"And?" she asked him.

"Yes," he called out and spurted his hot seed into her.

^^^^

He picked up his telephone and dialed a familiar phone number. It rang a few times and then a soft voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mom, it's me," he said.

"Gary! What a surprise! My goodness, it's been forever, how are you, is everything all right?" his mother excitedly babbled.

"Yeah, Mom, everything's just fine," he smiled. "I was just calling to tell you, you can stop praying; I'm going back to church now."

"Really? Oh, sweetheart, that's wonderful," his mother excitedly said.

: And I've met someone, she's really great, you'd like her," he went on.

He found himself suddenly worried, suppose his mother didn't like Sharon? He found himself actually wanting his mother's approval.

"I'm really great?" Sharon asked and snuggled a little closer to him.

"Yeah, Mom, we're in New York right now, but when we get back to Louisiana, I'll bring her over, okay?" he said.

"I'm really great?" she asked again when Gary hung up.

"Well I didn't want to tell her, 'yeah, she ain't too God Awful bad,' you know?" he teased and lightly slapped her on her ass. "Anyway, I thought you were asleep."

^^^

When they returned to Lafayette, Louisiana, her parents were mystified, genuinely befuddled by the large and handsome man that seemed so smitten with their little girl. They graciously accepted him into their home and were very pleased when he attended church with them.

His coworkers noticed a slight change in him as well; he wasn't so quick to criticize them or their work. When Florence asked him how it went with the intern, he smiled tightly.

"That's one way of getting me back, Florence. Saddle me with the fucking intern," he snarled.

"What do you think about her training in Baton Rouge?" Florence asked.

"No, Baton Rouge's a shit hole," he snapped. "She's familiar with Lafayette, leave her in Lafayette."

Florence smiled widely.

"You like her, don't you?" she asked and waggled a finger at him. He burst out laughing and so did Florence.

Andrew was delighted to fly down to be Gary's Best Man. Sharon's older sister was the matron of honor. There were almost as many blind people in attendance as there were sighted people.

"Anyone you DIDN'T invite?" Gary asked Sharon as they danced at the Reception. She laughed and stuck her tongue out at him.

Sharon smiled happily and smelled the flowers again. He had brailed the card 'Just thinking of you.' He was right down the hall, becoming familiar with his new client load. When Maggie took an early retirement, he volunteered to take over the Mentally Challenged. She took her cane and tapped her way down to his office.

"How's it going with the Mentally Challenged?" she asked as she entered his office. He smiled up at her. Her belly was beginning to show a small swelling to it.

"They're fucking retards," he groused. "Changing the fucking name doesn't change the problem."

"Be nice," she told him.

"What the fuck for?" he asked. "They're retards! Being nice and sugar-coating it isn't going to make it all better!"

"And if our baby comes out retarded?" she asked. "Will you still feel the same way?"

"That's different," he said.

"How, Gary?" she asked him and squeezed his hand. "Your clients are someone's baby, just remember that."

"Oh, fuck you," he sighed, knowing that she was right.

"Meanie pie," she said and stuck her tongue out at him.

The End.