Chapter 15

My only thought as we made our way to the last shop was, 'How am I going to last 10 days to Thursday of next week and Dr. Wang?' Thank God the reservoirs took a week or so to fill up.

The last shop was intended as a safety measure just in case either of the two prior shops had bombed. I guided the energetically bouncing cockteasers into the discreet, but very expensive, jewelry store. The fittings here were simpler, but just as personal.

They took the ring sizes of each finger and toe, and measured the waist, neck, and forehead sizes. The female clerk then simply lifted their shirts up and measured the nipples relaxed and erect, as well as the distance between them. Noticing Sally's pierced nipple, she cleaned it and checked if it was patent. It was. The clerk also measured the thickness of the flaps around their navels, and skillfully stimulated the clitoris of each girl and measured the length and breadth. Cunt lips were measured as well. Both women, as well as the clerk, were breathing raggedly by the end of the measurements. It seemed to me the clerk had enjoyed - and drawn out - the session. Janey was slightly shaken, more by her response to the woman, than was Sally. Janey had yet to learn to simply enjoy the pleasure received from sexual stimulation, whether from a man or a woman.

After things calmed down a bit, we went into a private showroom. Colors were discussed, and skin tones were matched against color charts. For being so similar in appearance to Sally, I was surprised to learn that different colors and stones brought out Janey's highlights. Janey favored rubies and red colors, while Sally was absolutely stunning in emeralds and greens. They also had different tastes in jewelry, though equally expensive. Each picked out a favorite bracelet. I selected a necklace with rubies and one with emeralds, and we left.

After what had happened so far today, dinner was surprisingly uneventful. Apparently, the expensive trinkets bought me some good behavior by my lovelies, as there were no arrests for indecent exposure in the exclusive restaurant. The owners had waived the dress code for us as I had rented a modest banquet room out of sight of the main customer area. I had warned the maitre de that my guests might be underdressed for his establishment and, after seeing them, he rolled his eyes. He was also very apologetic

"Mr. Sampson, forgive me. When you asked for, no, insisted upon female service personnel for this evening, I misunderstood your intentions. Oye! Now I understand. My waiters would break every dish in the house tripping over their tongues if they were to serve these two magnificent ladies. Please, come this way down the back hall. I appreciate your discretion in this."

As he walked away, leaving us in a sumptuous room, all three of us heard him mutter, "Lucky bastard. Some guys have all the luck." Our laughter met the arriving service personnel, all attractive young women, all in very revealing attire. He had misunderstood. I wore a shit-eating grin all through the meal. Only got kicked twice under the table, too. One of the serving wenches had tits "out to here", but her top didn't quite reach that far...

Dinner was light fare. We still had the ball game to go to. I left an overgenerous tip as Sally glared at me in mock-rage. At least, I hoped it was a put-on.

The conversation in the car to the park was sparse, but not strained. Sally, I think, was still trying to figure out what had happened at the Rosen's clinic. Of the two of them, she was the most in tune with her body. She knew something was different, but wasn't sure exactly what it was. Janey didn't seem to notice anything.

I had arranged for us to have box seats at the game, right above the dugout on the first base line. Sally and Janey loved it. As a cheerleader, I think it was the first game Janey had been to in a long time that she didn't have to stand with her back to the action.

It was an exciting game, and the two of them got lost in the suspense and action of a good hard fought contest. They were jumping up and down excitedly, not with the intent to tease, as they had most of the day, but simply for joy. Their intentions did not lessen the effects of their bouncing boobs on the rest of the fans, however, or the players.

By the end of the fifth inning, there were only a handful of spectators left in the stands as you looked from our seats on the first base line over across third base. It looked as if the stands were practically empty, but there was still a substantial roar. All of the fans had gradually wandered around behind and to the sides of our box for a better view of the show the short shirts and tight shorts were providing. The fans began to cheer more for the show than the game, with the loudest cheers coming at times of no apparent action on the field. The players were puzzled at what was going on, until they were in the field and could get a look at my two dates.

At the seventh inning stretch, I bought hot dogs, peanuts and drinks, beer for Sally and me, soda for Janey. The peanuts were salty, and the dogs thick with mustard and kraut, just the way I like them. Two beers apiece didn't quite slacken the thirst, and by the bottom of the ninth, I bought a third beer apiece, and another soda for Janey.

I drank down the top third of my beer and watched the opposing pitcher strike out the first batter. Two runs were all that separated the two teams, and when the second batter walked, the excitement in the stadium grew. They were at the top of their batting order. We were all on our feet, waiting, watching, ...

"Yuck! How can you guys drink this stuff?"

I turned to watch Janey with my beer to her nose, smelling the brew.

"Janey! Don't!..."

Too late. She took a deep breath, then chugged a big swig of the drink, wrinkling her nose like taking terrible tasting medicine. She caught my eye out of the corner of hers, and turned and stared defiantly over the rim of the cup. Ten dagger-like fingernails imbedded themselves in my arm. I think Sally was trying to get my attention. She would have to wait, as Janey had all of mine at the moment.

"Janey, I asked you to stop, not to drink that. You are still underage."

"So? Who's going to care?"

Quietly I said to her, "I care." Ten sharp pains in my arm. "Your mother cares, too. A lot!" I looked at her for a minute, weighing the options available to me in this public arena. I copped out. "Janey, we will discuss this later."

She caught the seriousness in my voice, and maybe just a glimmer of the murderous look in her mother's eye. But youth, as they say, is wasted on the young. She turned back to the game, and in the blink of an eye, was caught back up in it as if nothing had happened.

As it was, she may have been the deciding factor in the game. The visitors were two runs ahead and one out away from winning. There was a man on third and the tying run was on first. The star of the home team, Mac Washington, hitless for the night, was at bat. Janey, always one to root for the home team, leaped out of her seat and stood on her chair, yelling and waving both hands over her head. The tremendous roar of approval for her unconscious titty show came right in the middle of the pitcher's delivery. Whether that had something to do with it, or whether the pitcher was just tired isn't clear, but the pitch hung up in the strike zone. Mac swung for all he was worth and the ball left the park. The home team had won.

We hung around after the game for a while, then made our way to the home team locker room. The fans that were still there, most of them actually, cheered the two blondes and we left.

Chapter 16

We wandered around underneath the stadium and made our way under the concrete mass through a maze of corridors until we got to the one special door I was looking for. I knocked on the Clubhouse door and the guard opened it. He greeted me with a big smile and a slap on the back. He was sort of deaf and spoke very loud.

"Lar! Good to see you, guy! You don't come around much anymore. Coach said you'd be here tonight, though. Come on in, come in!" He waved me in. He totally ignored the two girls, something they weren't used to, especially today. It was if he didn't even see them. I think they were shocked. I could tell by their faces they were pissed at being ignored by a man this close to them. Sally was trying to figure out how the guard knew me so well, even though her reasoning was going on under a slight beer-induced haze. Three beers affected her more than me.

As we entered the Clubhouse, the guard shouted, "Hey guys, look who's here!"

We entered the open room to shouts of 'Larry' and 'Lar', 'Sampson' and one heartfelt 'You lucky bastard,' which brought a lot of laughs. There must have been a shortage of towels that night, as most of the guys were naked and hanging limp. But only for a short time. The sight of Sally and Janey took care of that.

Janey - Sally, too - stood and gawked. I don't know exactly which scenarios would be in a list of women's fantasies, but I was pretty sure this would probably be one of them for most women. Twenty-five young healthy guys on display, naked in the locker-room. Janey was the first to recover.

"Hi, guys. I'm Janey. Great game! Yeaaaaaa!"

Almost as one they shouted "Hi, Janey!" back at her as if this sort of visit occurred after every game. I knew it didn't. She had taken to jumping up and down as she congratulated them. Sally, not to be outdone by her daughter, imitated Janey's routine. The cheer following Sally's performance was louder. I didn't think it was possible.

"WHAT'S ALL THE RUCUS OUT HERE?" I would know that foghorn voice anywhere. It still haunted my dreams. "WHY, LARRY SAMPSON! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU OL' SON OF A GUN?"

A man as big as his voice barreled out into the room, caught sight of me and came straight over. The guys got out of his way. The lucky ones anyway

"So, have you decided to come back and play for me? Still got your uniform hanging in the locker, same one. Just say the word, fella." As much as we both knew it would never happen, he still tried to get me back to play ball for him. It felt good to be wanted.

I just grinned at him and pulled him into a hug. He loved it, but put up a good fight.

"So. You going to introduce me? Or do I have to get their names from the labels on their diapers? Shit, man! When did you start robbing cradles? Or did your Sis get a law passed that says two 12s are as good as a 24?"

The guys nearby were holding their sides. I was biting my lip. He was playing it loose, getting in several good shots, while I had to be on my best behavior. I introduced Sally and Janey to my former coach and he shook hands with each one. I was surprised he shook them so gently, without causing their shirts to rise. Knowing him, that took tremendous effort. It also showed me the respect he had for me.

"So, which one of you do I have to thank for that home run that won the game?"

Sally and I nodded at Janey. Janey, however, turned and pointed across the steamy room at Mac Washington and said, "Him!"

After the laughter died down, Coach said, "Well, little lady, you have just earned yourself a season ticket to all the home games." Cheers from the players. He looked over at me. "But you will have to pay double to get in." More jeers than cheers, but it was all in fun.

After all the preliminary blustering, he lowered his voice and pulled Sally and I into conversation off to one side. I stood where I could keep an eye on the room. And Janey.

"Shit, Larry! When you said they were good looking, I thought you meant like Judith. These two are fuckin' beautiful!" Remembering Sally standing there, he actually reddened. "Sorry, ma'am. Excuse the French." I knew he was more worried about the effect the two of them would have on some of the guys and whether they could control themselves. He wasn't the only one who was worried. I knew most of the guys and trusted them. Some of them, however, were new. No risk, no gain, I kept telling myself. Maybe someday it would actually be true....

Sally's musical laughter set him at ease, and she relaxed as she realized this, too, was a planned event. Her eyes lit up as she figured out she was seeing a part of my history she did not have a clue existed. We had never talked about sports and stuff.

"Damn, I don't know if some of the guys, 'specially the single ones, are gonna make it with the all that, that, that..." he looked at Sally, lost for words.

"... cunt? Ass? Tits? Pussy?" she helped, laughing at his embarrassment. Her eyes were following Janey around the room as well. The teen was wandering around the room, laughing and talking to naked men as if she did it every day. She seemed to be remembering every play each player had made. She was encourage to re-enact - with vigor, no less - all the best plays. I noticed most of those seemed to involve some kind of action that brought her hands over her head. And her shirt up almost to her chin. I hoped she wouldn't want to do this after every game.

He roared with laughter. "Damn straight! Her - and you, missus - walkin' round here with all that tit and ass showin' may cause some of the boys to fergit that they're gentlemen. And I even had them whack it off three times before the game."

"I'm sure they'll behave themselves." I was praying like the dickens that they would. Most of the guys 'dickens' were raised to heaven by Janey's antics, even as we watched. I watched as Janey walked up to Mac. He and I had played together in college and then here in Triple A. I was sorry he had never made it to the majors. If he ever got there, they would see how good he was.

Mac and I still kept in contact regularly, Hell, we were best friends, but I had not warned him about this, as I had the coach. Mac eyed me across the room and I winked at him. From his glare, I knew I would hear about this for a long time. I wondered if he would tell his wife. She was the jealous type. Nice, but jealous.

We watched Janey chat with him for a while and then hand him a Sharpie marker.

"Where did she get that?" I whispered to Sally. I knew she didn't have any pockets.

"Don't know. I'll go find out."

Mac looked flustered for a moment, then took the pen, trying not to drop the towel held strategically over his groin. I couldn't tell, but it looked like he was very, very erect. I knew he was embarrassed as hell. His personal equipment gave credence to the myth that black males have big cocks. He was well endowed, and very shy about it. He had hardly dated the entire time I had played ball with him, and not for lack of available or willing women. Handsome and smart, he made a fine catch. Now, he just looked flustered, wondering where to put his hands.

We saw him looking for a piece of paper to write on, and Janey shook her head 'No' as she pointed to her shirt. His face was a tortured affair. He tried to write without touching her, but she would have none of that. She grabbed his hand and pressed the pen firmly into the cloth, and her tit. The pressure with which she pushed down on his hand made her breast sag. He looked at me for a second, gave me a wry 'Fuck You' look and placed his other hand under Janey's soft tit flesh to hold it up.

The towel he was holding in that hand, covering his groin, fell to the floor. I could hear Janey's gasp even from where I was across the noisy room. His ebony cock was proudly standing there and she was devouring it with her eyes. I thought I saw her begin to reach for it, but he deftly shifted it away from her. He always did have some smooth moves. I think he also tried to distract her by rubbing his thumb over her nipple, but that may have been an accident. Sure, that's it. It must have been...

Just as he finished signing his name over her right breast, Sally walked up and presented her chest for signing. She said something to him and the big man grinned. His letters were larger this time, his name scrawled across both her boobs. He gently held the bottom of each soft orb in turn as he signed his autograph across their tops. From her shivering reactions, I figured he had stroked a couple more nipples in the signing process.

Sally took the pen from him and slipped it down the crease in her tight shorts, saying something to him as she did. I have never seen an erection fall so fast as his did then. Sally said something else, laughed and kissed him on the cheek, and I saw him give her a small smile of apology. As she gently guided Janey back towards me, holding her firmly by the arm, Mac grinned over and gave me a big 'OK' sign. I knew he meant Sally, and not just for her tits. He and I talked all the time. He knew what she meant to me. I just wish his cock hadn't been so glad to meet her, too. But a near naked lady in the locker room was too much of an invitation. I couldn't blame him really.

"We're going to miss him 'round here."

I looked at the Coach in surprise. I hadn't heard they were letting him go. Something wasn't right.

"That's where I was when you come in. New York was on the phone. They finally listened to me and are going to give him his shot at the 'Bigs'. He gets to replace that guy, whats'is'face third baseman, that tore a muscle yesterday. Mac'll do good. He's ready."

I couldn't have agreed more.

We said our good-byes to a chorus of cheers and catcalls. All in all, the guys had behaved themselves admirably, under the circumstances. The parking lot was deserted as we walked to my car.

As I reflected, my girls had also behaved quite well, under the circumstances.