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Tim and Jill - The Beginning - Chapter 3
Tim went back to his den of iniquity and spent the next few hours deep in thought, polishing off a number of cans of exotic brews from foreign lands that he had collected in tribute from various frats that had done business with him. His first order of business was to have some major renovations done to his new campus sex symbol before she once more sallied forth into the world of fraternity entertainment. However that did not deter him from trying to make arrangements with some of the local organizations, which usually weren't as picky as the fraternities. He decided to target the local VFW; most of their members lived in the past and would welcome the opportunity to boff a young lady like Jill Norton who was still alive and not too particular about what went into her orifices.
Another likely source of income was the local high school athletic teams. Tim knew for a fact that those studs were going without most of the time due to a confluence of factors, all working to thwart their attempts to have sex with members of the opposite sex that did not need to wear paper bags over their heads when they went out in public. The school cheerleaders as well as the more attractive female students were all saving themselves for the fraternity guys, each hoping that the offer of her virginity would entice some big man on campus into something akin to a long-term relationship, say one semester.
Without the proximity of the campus, these girls would be giving it up out of school spirit and the need to be seen with someone important on date night. To make matters worse, the coaches and faculty kept a close eye on their student-athletes, who because of this lack of nookie had developed into superb players of various games which brought great publicity and exposure to this little backwater township. In point of fact sixteen members of last year's undefeated football team had gotten athletic scholarships to college, an amazing performance considering the size of the school.
Always the angle player, Tim had developed some good relationships with members of the faculty and the athletic department of the high school for other nefarious reasons. For example knowing who was about to become ineligible due to grades or some other equally critical factor, gave him an edge when it came to betting on the local teams. All these contacts were about to be put to good use; a sort of win-win situation for all concerned. He decided to pay a visit to his old friend the basketball coach who doubled as the personal hygiene teacher in the off-season. He knew that wily old Doc Freethrow would be the conduit to the tight assed coach of the football team.
Another possibility was the Golden Oldies Retirement community. To these folks being able to get their hands on female flesh that wasn't wrinkled was the holy grail to most of the men and more of the women than would likely stand up to be counted. For this to work he planned to rent Jill out to small groups in view of the fact that many men would be lucky to get one round off in the evening and likely might need as long as three or four days to reload. Operating on the theory that what was good for the ganders was also fine for the other geese as well, Tim would sell the services of his number one, and only whore, to selected groups of ladies who were leaning more in the other direction. In the case of the ladies he also wanted to be able to have the sessions, which he knew would be quite kinky, taped for sale to foreign markets, another way of getting a better return on his investment in Jill.
Doc Freethrow was a legend in these parts. He had been coaching basketball in this same location for nearly thirty-five years, starting with just the boys team, and then about fifteen years ago making the eye-opening move to add girls basketball to his resume'. In all that time his girls' teams never won more than they lost in a season, and in many of those years they were lucky to win any. Despite their miserable showing, the girls team almost always outdrew the boys. It was no secret that coach Freethrow based his selection on looks rather than skill. He often claimed that he could always teach a pretty girl how to play, but it was impossible to turn an all-star who looked like she'd survived a bad accident into a pretty girl. Combine a team of well built lovelies backed by a group of cheerleaders who were equally well-built and showed even more than the girls team, and you had a drawing card that was tough to beat especially on those cold winter nights when there wasn't much else to do. To Tim this wily veteran of the war between the sexes was an icon.
It was only last year that he was finally accepted as an equal by the coach who sealed the union between them by showing Tim his scrapbook. This was one of the very few times that the unflappable Tim was caught by surprise. The book contained the picture or pictures of every member of each girls team that Freethrow coached over the past nearly fifteen years. What made these pictures so special were the lack of clothing on his girls. Most had been taken thanks to a hidden camera that he moved every few weeks from one location to another in the girls' locker room and showers. A few had actually posed for the Doc and these ladies were his true all-stars. Outside of a few souvenir panties that he still sniffed now and then for the memories they contained, this book was all that remained, until next season's class of young lovelies.
Tim pitched his concept of Jill Norton as the mascot and morale builder for the various athletic teams representing the high school. Having a college sorority girl involved with the lowly high schoolers would add cachet to their effort to be recognized by their peers, especially the attractive members of the opposite sex. The old coach listened with a twinkle in his eye and then made one suggestion that was a bombshell, and once more showed that he was still at the top of his game.
"Tim, why not open this up to include the various girls teams such my hoop ladies, the soccer sluts, the field hockey and swimming teams plus the lesbos that people the tennis team. Wouldn't that beat all hell!"
Tim was dumbfounded and as usual impressed as all hell. Why not indeed? He could see it all now, Jill Norton acting as a bridge to restore sex between the gay and straight athletes of this proud supplier of fresh young minds and great bodies needed to fulfill the requirements of the nearby institution of higher learning. Doc agreed to act as his advance man, promising to see the football coach first thing tomorrow. What he intended to pitch to that paragon of anal retentiveness was the need for his players to have some channel to blow off steam that was healthy and would incentivize them to strive even harder to make the coach look like a very well qualified candidate for a college football coaching position. It was then that the concept of a sluts auxiliary popped into his head, since there could be no way that Jill Norton could handle the load that the wily old coach had just proposed.
The way Tim saw it, there was no lack of sex crazed males just slavering to get their hands and other appendages on some young high school pussy. The concept he was developing involved the creation of a placement service to be operated by himself, but would use Jill Norton as its front. Well not the current one, but a souped up version that would turn any high school male into a puddle of hormones. However the more he thought about that, the more he realized that he needed perhaps a dozen Jill Nortons. Then it hit him, of course!
Why not recruit from the pool of "almost made its", the ones that came close but for one reason or another were doomed to not be pledged by the sorority they wanted, or by any other organizations looking for pretty young women ready, wiling, and able to do what was necessary to become part of the greek system? These sophisticated young women, college girls no less, certainly would be capable of dealing with the callow youth that populated the local high school. Not only would they be intermediaries between the sexes at the high school ,they could also double as surrogates when it was appropriate, such as dealing with the VFW and Golden Oldies crowd as examples.
Tim put in a call to Sindy, who still owed him a slight favor, at least that's what he wanted her to think. She bought his line and not only delivered up all the names of those who almost, but not quite, made the cut for her sorority, but also gave him the names and phone numbers of her opposite numbers at the other sororities. Tim had struck gold. Now all he had to do was interview these "almosts" and select the cream of the cunt or was it crop? However there was still the matter of having Jill Norton transformed from what she was, a useless skank, into a sex-crazed hottie capable of appealing to high schoolers as well as those collecting social security, be they male or otherwise. He still had the issue of Waldo to address, and how he might react to a Jill Norton that made him feel like a nerd, which is what he was. That was one bridge he'd cross when he got to it.
The always resourceful Tim had a contact in the university medical school who might be able to help him in transforming Jill. His man was cut from the same cloth as Tim when it came to knowing all the angles and not being shy about cutting a few corners in the name of progress. They met at Tim's place, and to incentivize him to become a member of the team and come up with a good answer to this conundrum, he also invited four candidates for positions in his new organization. These lovelies didn't know it yet, but this was their final examination and Tim's associate was to be their test.
The quartet was known to Tim as his B-girls. There was Bambi who never met a cock she didn't want to suck and have inside her wet, warm pussy. In high school she was voted the girl most likely to turn pro. What made this so impressive was she held the title for three straight years! Bambi was responsible for the breakup of three faculty marriages in a single year, the resignation of the boys' basketball coach and the attempted suicide of the coach of the girls' field hockey team. The latter situation was created when Bambi innocently decided she wanted to see what girl-girl love was all about, and chose this poor unfortunate as her teacher. Unfortunately despite the woman's best efforts to show Bambi that a tongue in the twat was better than a cock in the cunt, she decided to stay on her side of the street.
Then there were the Bronson twins from the UK, Bette and Bettina. Unlike Bambi these two were dedicated bi-sexuals with a knack of being attracted to the same people at the same time. This usually resulted in an awesome mismatch in the bedroom and a subsequent cooling of the relationship. This is not to say that the twins weren't rather fetching unless one didn't like dark eyes, black hair, perfect complexions and figures that were properly matched for feminine symmetry, such as 35C bosoms, 23 inch waists and flaring hips that taped in at 35 inches for Bette and alas, one inch greater for her sister. They had decided to come to the colonies for their college education, but when they tried to gain entrance to a sorority their condition that both had to be accepted led to their rejection by every one they tried to pledge.
Last and by no means least was Barbra or, as she liked to be called, Babs. This statuesque, natural blonde stood three inches over six feet without shoes, had tested near genius when she was a child and harbored a grudge against all men for their real and imagined slights and slurs as she grew up. Her overwhelming personality, physical presence and narrow focus frightened those sororities that evaluated her, leading to one rejection after another. Even Tim the ultimate macho male felt a wee bit intimidated by her attitude during the interview. However the fact she did not wear a bra, exposing a set of tits that could only be described as phenomenal, and the sense that she might break his neck if he pissed her off, won him over. If the truth be known, Tim had grown up as a bit of a mama's boy until he reached puberty. This might have also influenced his decision to take a chance with this angry young amazon with the gigantic brain and an attitude to match it.
(To be continued-lex ludite)
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