I stopped on the threshold and took a deep breath, the scents of sex, alcohol and cigarette smoke battling with the smells of the beings crowding the ...oom. This was the one place where one's profession, social standing and wealth meant nothing. The only thing that mattered was your appeal."Long time, no see, Beautiful," the bartender said excitedly, passing a drink to a waiting customer."Too long, Drake, too long." Drake Lorrent was the owner who liked to keep his hand in. He was a Shifter like. If one of them had three bad starts in a row, the club's brass would be looking for help wherever they could find it. I was hoping they'd be looking my way.Unfortunately for me, at the moment they were looking elsewhere. When our fifth starter, Billy Maravich, got a sore arm and went down for the season, the Orioles didn't look to their farm club in Ottawa -- they pulled one right out of the General Manager's ass -- a Japanese guy named Shigeo Nomura.None of us had ever heard of Nomura. It. But Joan is a tease. She pulls away and let’s Cindy in for her turn. Cindy takes her own breast, pushes Sam’s legs back even further and then shoves it deep into Sam’s open hole. Sam’s eyes glaze over as she is lost in ecstasy. Cindy takes her juice soaked breast and pops it into Joan’s ravenous mouth. Then back into Cindy for another deep stroke, then out again to suck it off herself. And one more time, back into Cindy’s fuck hole again, pulling it out and then tracing the mess of slick. "Actually, he's more like this," said Cindy. She took Amy's hand and moved it below her elbow."Ooooo..." chorused the girls cynically, and then they all laughed."Yeah, yeah," said Cindy. "As if you all could handle it." Are you willing to share?" asked Gina, sounding at least semi-serious."Lord knows, he's got more than I need," said Cindy.As the other girls began to kid Cindy about her lack of feminine powers, a thought came to Heather. Just how many girls could he handle? She whispered to.