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Tim and Jill - The Beginning - Chapter 4
Six years ago Marcus Clendenon, known as Welby by his peers, was enrolled in the university pre-med program, on the fast track to riches, fame and good pussy, not exactly in that order. A year later he was found wanting by the good professors and doctors, leading to a career change that had stood him in good stead. Welby began his study of nursing by day and worked as an orderly by night. Both of his lives gave him access to the coin of his realm, pussy. He quickly discovered that there was good pussy, great pussy and oh my god pussy roaming the halls of ivy and emptying bedpans at the university hospital.
In his double life he dedicated himself to efficiency or as most would describe it, cutting corners. He also discovered the power of becoming an entrepreneur, trading hospital drugs for favors from the chemically dependent among the faculty and administration. How could a humble orderly have access to the hospital pharmacy you ask? Simply by having access to the pussy running the pharmacy, that's how! With time came knowledge; who was sleeping with whom, what married professor was nailing what student nurse, little things that he soon found out could be turned into cold hard cash or its equivalent!
Welby branched out into the favors business; some might simply call it blackmail, but perish the thought! The only blackmail involved in this activity was Welby, a black male. In parallel with these actvities he managed to keep up with his course work, and in three years he was a graduate of the university's school of nursing. Those were happy times because he had very little competition for the hot, young, dedicated pussy running free and easy. Now and then he might encounter a predatory lesbian teacher or horny professor eager to cut out one of the members of his growing flock, but that never proved to be a severe problem.
Upon his graduation he called in some favors and raised the consciousness of certain university administrators who had done silly little things that broke university rules. When combined, they yielded a position on the university nursing staff. Now Welby's influence grew by leaps and bounds. He was to the hospital what sergeant Bilko was to the US Army supply corps, one to be contacted for any and all sundry needs. It was for this talent that Tim chose to sit down with this mover and shaker and see about cutting a deal for some work on his star whore, Jill Norton.
The meet was at Tim's place, The Basement. Marcus Clendenon showed up right on time as befits a mover and shaker who has places to go and people to meet and no time to lose. As soon as the door to his den of iniquity opened, Tim knew he was doing business with an equal, as a minimum. His visitor was flanked by two of the finest pieces of female flesh Tim had seen. One was the color of cocoa, the other honey. However it was Welby's threads that caught the eye. This was in keeping with Nature's way of calling attention to the male of the species when it came to mating time. Also, if the truth be known, nature's fine hand was also in evidence since the black man was a full head shorter than his two companions, neither of whom were wearing high heels.
Tim's B-girls flocked around Marcus as if he were a rock star, or a drug dealer or perhaps a multimillionaire come to take them away from this squalor. Welby had won round one on every card, but Tim was not deterred. The two escorts did not take lightly to the attention that Tim's ladies were paying to their pimp daddy, but at a wave of his hand, they relaxed and waited for his next order. Tim suggested that the ladies get together and do whatever ladies do, while he and Marcus took care of some very important male business. That did not go over well with any of the distaff members of either camp who directed daggers towards him while Marcus stood aside and grinned.
Things took a turn for the interesting when Welby arched his eyebrow and made a strange motion with the fingers of his left hand. A big grin spread over the faces of his two escorts and they began to get comfortable by removing their outer clothing to reveal some of the sexiest underwear Tim had ever seen. He'd seen ready panties but not fore and aft like these ladies were almost wearing. Once he got over the shock, he realized they weren't panties but thongs! Their bras were works of art, composed of burnished leather strips covered in beads all meeting at the silver ring through which poked a fat stiff nipple. They were of a strapless design, the leather supports seeming to melt into their bronze and saffron skins. This was a design that flawlessly melded the talents of an architect and a world class couturier.
Tim was in the presence of genius, no doubt about it. It's not a good idea to go into negotiations when you already know that the other guy has you hands down. In his mind he was frantically reviewing his offer and adding some perks to it, his supreme confidence that usually radiated from his persona seeming to lose some of its brillance. Then Bambi made her presence known by innocently asking Welby if he had a big cock. Time seemed to stand still as every soul in the room froze from the words that had tripped like a pratfall from her juicy bee-stung lips.
For one of the very few times in his adult life, the glib trickster was unable to come up with anything that would break the icy silence that settled over his den of iniquity. He could have sworn that there was vapor coming from everyone's mouth, but nary a word. Marcus Clendenon's eyes were narrowed like a beast of prey readying itself to pounce. Meanwhile Bambi's eyes were wide with wonderment at the quiet that suddenly enveloped the large room and all its occupants. It was Tim who saved the day, and his ass at the same time.
"Welby, pardon little Bambi, but she's lived a rather sheltered life. She's heard a lot about the prowess of the black man when it comes to satisfying the female of the species, but she's never had the pleasure. In fact I was planning to surprise you by sweetening the pot with my offer of her at no charge for a few weeks as part of the package for your help in the matter of Jill Norton."
As the words tumbled from his mouth, Tim could see the look on the faces of the B-girls. The twins were already homing in on Welby's escorts like a pair of guided missiles. Barbra, or Babs as she liked to be called, had a look on her face that translated to "What a line of BS!", and poor Bambi just sort of simpered and jumped up and down like a kid at a birthday party opening her gifts. Out of the corner of his eye Tim watched as Welby's eyes returned to normal and the briefest of grins crossed his face. Let's face it, Bambi was a nice piece of ass in any man's book, including the main man at the university hospital.
Tim gave Babs a discrete hand signal and she quickly responded, making sure that Bambi was kept occupied and mute at the same time. The amazon was very good at silencing people, especially airheads like Bambi. Bette and Bettina meanwhile were giving their counterparts a fashion show of their own. Karema and SuLing were all eyes as the Bronson twins shimmied from their dresses to reveal matching black bustiers that presented their firm tits for the taking, and peach-colored bikinis with sheer crotches that called attention to their shaven mons. With the ladies preoccupied and therefore out of the line of fire, the two movers and shakers settled down to a round of hard bargaining along with the consumption of some rare alcoholic beverages that Tim reserved only for very special occasions.
Welby sat on the bed of no regret and listened impassively to the background that led to this meeting. To Tim's great surprise the diminutive black man knew quite a bit about Jill Norton and her travails since coming to the university. It seems that her sorority had offered Jill to the medical department for experimental surgery, but was rejected due to legal considerations and the remote possibility of very bad publicity for the university. However what Tim was proposing got neatly around those concerns. Welby smelled the sweet scent of money and perhaps a little more power from what Tim was offering.
Across the room things began heating up as some of the ladies started to get down and dirty. The distractions were interfering with the negotiations taking place, and so in the interests of good fellowship, or was it "feelowship", Tim and Welby generously gave up the bed of no regret to the ladies and adjourned to the cone of silence located across the room. It consisted of two ratty overstuffed chairs with a filthy blanket thrown over them to provide security from prying eyes. Strategically placed holes allowed those within the cone's blanket to keep an eye on what was occurring on the bed, if they so wished.
Gradually Tim gave up more and more information on his plans for Jill and her assistants. Each time he did, the price for Welby's services rose. In this game of cat and mouse Tim was always on the defensive, a bad position to be when confronted by a cat such as Marcus Clendenon. Finally Tim threw up his hands and surrendered, thereby gaining a silent partner who would provide a variety of services for nearly half the take.
It was as good as he was going to get and that was that. As it turned out, what he got was the answer to his prayers, a method of converting his caterpillar into a butterfly, the kind of woman he always dreamed of having under his thumb as well as other portions of his anatomy. Welby was as good as his word on this matter. Now it was his turn to to show what he had, and it was a bundle.
There were two doctors on the staff at the university hospital who were dying to try their ideas out on a patient, but were frustrated by hospital rules. The first had developed a technique which rapidly broke down fat deposits in the body. Unfortunately he had no way of sweeping the residue from the patient's bloodstream, which soon deposited the recombined fat in another region of the body, leaving the patient with unwanted, highly dense, fatty tumors in some very embarrassing spots. As luck would have it, there was a second doctor working on a method of infusing very high density fatty deposits with a chemical that made the fat turn into flesh that was incredibly malleable, and remained that way.
The two medical men were aware of each other's work and wanted to team up in hopes that the first process could be deliberately targeted to certain areas of the patient's body such as the breasts, hips, belly, buttocks and face. All that was required was a patient willing to undergo an exhausting series of experiments in a facility not run by the university. That's where Welby and Tim came into the picture; Marcus could guarantee a safe haven for the experiments and Tim would provide Jill as the guinea pig or as Welby described her, the crash test dummy. Then in a gesture of good will, Welby let Tim in on a secret.
In experiments with animals as large as house cats, injections of the infusion chemical prior to the breakdown of fats created nucleating sites for the material that would develop into the malleable flesh. If this proved true in larger and more sophisticated animals such as human beings, the problems associated with the two techniques would be eliminated. Tim only understood one quarter of what he was told, but the look on his new partner's face told him his particular ship may have come in and it hadn't sunk in the harbor like so many of his other ventures.
Now it was time to celebrate this union and the two men surfaced from the cone of silence to discover that the ladies had already started without them. Tim took one look at what was happening on the bed of no regrets and made a mad dash for his tape recorder. How many times in a man's life could he capture not one but two pairs of gorgeous sixty-nining young women, half of them twins? His frantic search was halted by Bambi's piercing shreik.
All eyes turned, even those currently in mortal combat, to see what had initiated such a reaction. Tim had lucked out once again. Standing beside the bed was Marcus Clendenon with his fly open and over a foot of blacksnake flopping out to get some air. Bambi's eyes were crossed and her face as red as the ass of a baboon. Indeed she had lived a sheltered life, having never encountered a real black man. Her world was about to be rocked to its foundations.
(To be continued - lex ludite )
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