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After I left Northside High School, I figured that I would never go back. That decision was reinforced by two items. First, Northside High School never officially existed and second the buildings that housed Northside High School were demolished some years back. So, even if there once was a Northside High School, there is not one now.

What Northside was supposed to be was a magnet school. Not your usual math /science, performing arts or even high IQ magnet school, but a business school. There was some problem with certification and Northside was finally shut down a couple of months prior to the graduation of the first class ever.

Despite the lack of qualifications, the graduating class (non-graduating class?) Of Northside went out into the world and succeeded. Well, anyhow, we made a hell of a lot of money.

I run a few business ventures, mainly through corporate fronts. The core of my business empire is booze and gambling. (Some people will tell you I used to deal drugs. I have a team of lawyers that say I don't and never did. You say that I did, in public, my lawyers will drive you out to the edge of town; you won't have enough money left for bus fare.) The operation of my businesses depends upon the good will of a number of political figures in the states in which I operate.

Amanda runs a sort of consulting business. It is not exactly clear what Amanda consults on, but if pussy will get it done, Amanda is the best in the business. If anyone crosses Amanda (even me), his name is shit with the big political guys in more than one state.

Amanda calls me one day and said, "Jack. We are going to have a reunion of the Northside people. I want you to drive me down there."

Translation: "You will drive me down there and we will have a reunion or your businesses will dry up and die."

I load up my car and drive over to Amanda's house and load all of her stuff that will fit. We drive back to the area where Northside High School used to be.

Amanda asks me if I have the stuff?

I tell her that I have brought a couple of 1.75 liter bottles of 190 proof Everclear, as directed. The Everclear order is a bit puzzling. I deal in booze and she could have ordered the best. Instead she just wants clear, tasteless grain alcohol at 95% strength. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't think. Amanda has rented a big private home in the old Northside area. She has arranged for three days, with a cleaning crew in at the crack of dawn each morning. (For Amanda, the crack of dawn is 11AM.)

We are the first ones there, for a wonder. I have never known Amanda to be on time for anything.

Everything is set up, including a complete bar. Amanda has me fetch the two bottles of Everclear and then tote the rest of our bags up to a couple of rooms she has selected.

By the time I get back downstairs, Amanda has poured the Everclear into bottles of a nationally known vodka brand. The vodka brand is 80 proof, not 190 proof. She has some sort of mixer in unlabeled carafes. The mix is ‘gimlet mix.'

The next people to arrive are Bea and Bill. They had gotten married after we got out of Northside and own a chain of franchise operations.

Then Carla and Carl arrived. They had also gotten married after we got out of Northside and they own some sort of business services operation.

Dani arrived next, shortly followed by Ed. Dani owns a line of beauty products. Ed runs a warehouse operation.

Fran and George then arrived together. They live in the same town, but are not married. Fran is a writer and George runs some sort of Internet operation.

None of the 10 of us are friends. I know Amanda a little bit, because of her political presence. I know of Ed, because the stuff he makes a profit on in his warehouses tends to be a bit on the illegal side, perhaps more than a bit. Dani's line of beauty products is rumored to be falling out of favor and she is supposed to be nearly bankrupt. Fran is apparently not selling what she writes. George's Internet operation skates along the edge of the law and, if rumors are to be believed, the edge of bankruptcy.

I help with the bags and get everyone settled in their assigned rooms.

By the time I get back downstairs, everyone has a drink. What they think they are drinking is vodka gimlets. What they are actually drinking has a bit more than three times the amount of alcohol of a normal vodka gimlet. However, as I discover, the gimlet mix hides the alcoholic power of the drinks well.

It is a hot day and several people are on their second drink. One super-powered vodka gimlet will leave a drinker drunk. Two of them in quick succession will leave the drinker totally, completely soused.

I carry my drink upstairs and do a little substitution of about half of my drink with clear water. I am going to remain sober because there is a reason that Amanda wants everyone drunk. I deal better with things when I am sober.

The conversation is rather sparse and very brittle. Most of the people claim they are doing well, but they have a sort of hunted look about them that belies the cheerful words.

Finally, at a look and nod from Amanda, Dani says that she is too damn hot. With that she takes off her blouse.

Amanda pounces! She suggests that, if everyone thinks it is too hot, why didn't we just play a little strip poker and get rid of all those hot clothes?

To my surprise, everyone agrees but without a great deal of enthusiasm. Of course, they are all drunk and it is a little difficult to tell.

Amanda deals the cards. She has produced a deck of readers. Readers are marked cards where a pro can read the backs as well as the fronts. Amanda offers the cards to Carla to cut. Amanda negates the cut in fairly clumsy fashion and starts to deal. None of the drunks noticed Amanda's little game.

Since it is a hot day, none of the ladies are wearing very much in the way of clothes. By the time she gets through the deck, Amanda has both Bea and Dani wearing only bras, Carla is down to a dress and bra and Fran is down to bra and panties.

As Bea sheds her dress and Dani sheds her skirt, Amanda uses the distraction to ring in a second deck.

The next round has both Bea and Dani nude, Carla wearing only a bra and Fran wearing only panties.

Amanda announces that anyone who loses while nude has to ‘pleasure a winner.' I expect protests, but all of the players except Amanda and I are too drunk to care.

Bea and Dani both lose. Ed takes Bea upstairs and Carl takes Dani upstairs. Carla and Fran strip to nude. After the next round, Bill takes Carla upstairs and I take Fran upstairs.

Fran is sloppy drunk and I must half carry her up to my room. I use the carry time to work her tits and pussy a little and I have Fran ready to go by the time we hit the bed.

I get Fran's legs over my shoulders and fuck her while I work on her nipples with my thumbs. I get deep and I stroke hard. I play Fran like a violin for some time. She is completely drunk and a little aroused, but I cannot make her climax.

When I realize that she is not going to climax, I give up trying and use her strictly for my own pleasure until I shoot my cum into an exhausted Fran. I then dismount.

I go into the shower and clean up. By the time I finish, I have worked out a vague sort of feel for what is happening. However, I need more information.

I go back into the bedroom and find Fran still lying exhausted on the bed. I talk to her.

I am a large, strong man. I am dealing with a drunk, exhausted lady. It is fairly easy going.

Fran is here because Amanda forced her to be here. Amanda probably forced people to attend the reunion because the other girls had started rumors that Amanda had fucked every boy in Northside and at least most of the male faculty.

I point out that Amanda was underage at the time and that such activity could never have taken place. I also point out that I had never fucked Amanda.

Fran looks at me and then breaks down. She tells me that some of the people are in financial difficulty after quite a bit of business success. ‘A few of the girls' wanted Fran to write a story about Amanda's supposed sex life.

I point out to Fran that Amanda has enormous political power. If Amanda wants a business to fail, it fails. If Fran thinks that she can scare Amanda or extort money from Amanda, Fran will be better off committing suicide.

Fran cries for a bit and then asks me what she should do?

I tell her that she should do whatever Amanda wants her to do. I also tell her that, if she tries to mess with Amanda, count on Fran's illustrated sex life turning up under the counter at sleazy sex shops everywhere.

Fran looks shocked.

I muse that we are at our 20-year reunion. That makes each of us about 38 years old, give or take a year or so. By now, we should know each other's capabilities and temperaments.

I then lie in my teeth and tell Fran that all of my businesses are on the up and up. However, if the inspectors want to really search, they can find a door that was required to be 30 inches wide that is only 29.9 inches wide and so forth. I do not need to try to remodel my places to meet requirements that often contradict each other.

I finish by telling Fran that she is a big girl now and she can make her own decision. However, I stress that she should be careful. Fran goes into the bathroom and I sit and think.

I have to believe that Amanda has cameras in at least some parts of the house. I cannot see anything that might be a camera lens in my bedroom. Thus, I have to believe that any camera will be downstairs in the living room or den area.

That means that there will be quite a bit of sexual activity downstairs, in public. It promises to be a very interesting few days.

Fran returns from the bath room with a red, just fucked pussy. She points out that she has no clothes upstairs.

I point out that Amanda has set it up this way. Amanda wants the ladies back downstairs nude with red pussies.

I can see a major thought flash across Fran's face. She asks me if I thought that each lady would ‘have sex' with each of the men?

I say that I think that it is somewhat likely, given the start we have had.

Fran says that she has heard that Amanda once had sex with all of the men here this weekend. It had been a gang bang and that Fran didn't think that Amanda would force the other ladies to . . .

I quickly say that I had not been part of any gang bang (I cross my fingers behind my back) and that Fran should stop speculating on such nasty rumors lest she give Amanda ideas.

Fran then tells me that she will never write one word about Amanda's sex life.

I say that it sounds like a good plan to me and I motion for Fran to walk toward the stairs.

Nude Fran takes a deep breath and starts for the stairs that will lead to her immediate future.
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