Building A Tasty Treat Part 2

Chapter 273-1

Building A Tasty Treat

Part 2

 

This time Mr. Wesley and Mr. Vincent gave a nod to Mr. Striker and his team. As we won this round, by a total of 110 points since we had a working sundae and it beat his by 1 minute and 32 seconds. He growled at us angrily as he pointed angrily at us stating we must have cheated, but the clock and the score doesn’t lie. Plus the fact he himself drew each of us out of a hat.

This time it was the adults turn to build a sundae, and since we won we got choose a leader for our group and pick which adults we were going to pick all except the first five. Having our ring leaders get on first the second they were covered in ice cream. Mr. Striker said to his five friends that losing this round wasn’t an option. Giving a glaring nod at the other teams that said back off, don’t even think about it.

We had kids had chosen Eli as our leader having him draw the last of the five names for our sundae and since we had our first five men. We had to pick five woman and girls to build our sundae. The moment they were covered Stringum as Mr. Tate looked around and said. “Stop the clock. We need more participants since we have more adults then the kids. Plus the fact since you are all adults there far more interesting poses you can do. So let’s make it so each table has 30 adults.  That way you can do so much more than bend over stand just like the ones that one the last round.”

Mr. Striker growled. “What the hell Mr. Tate, let's take a vote. All say we leave at ten like the last round?”

Stringum as Mr. Tate said. “Ok lets vote, I say we make it 30 since the next and final round will be minim of 50 people up to 60 people with a combined group for those that won the top four slots. Being as it is the final round it should be the hardest, not the easiest, but if you want to make it interesting I will let you pick who those 50 to 60 people are.

“Remember the ones that have the most people on their sundae get 30 extra points. Which could either according to the board wins you the 70 mils or loses you the 70 Mil? Since each person above 50 and doesn’t fall off during the 6-minute count down is worth 3 points per person.  It’s anybody’s game folks. 70 mill is a lot of free cold hard cash that can you can use any way you like.” The room voted and Mr. Striker lost by a slim margin.

He growled. “I’ll remember this Mr. Tate. Trust me you are not a man of your word.” 

Stringum as Mr. Tate smiled said; “my house, my rules, my 70 million dollars,” knowing he was only angering him even more, more so being outvoted.

Eli and our team members quickly devised a new strategy which he outlined quickly on a piece a paper, asking Stringum as Mr. Tate if the sundae had to equal the same many guys as it did girls. Only get him to shrug his shoulders, as everyone else also wanted to know that answer. All he said was that we should all know how the game was played by now. I smiled seeing him turn his back to us with his hands behind his back giving us two thumbs up stating that was exactly what he wanted.

The plan was simple as we had 5 guys stand in the center of our dish, and 5 Woman bending over, with five more guys laying on the ground with their heads laying outward and feet and legs underneath so they could lock them up as our sundae cup began too spin as Eli worked getting the rest of our members inside the cup and the rest of us added all our toppings watching him create something elegant and factual counting 15 then 20 people as they quickly slid in to place.

He placed 5 more on each of their backs then circled them into a link. Penis, into sweet spot, penis into to mouth then had us add the whip cream as everyone locked arms legs around the person underneath. So far none of our members have fallen off as I watched the other tables change position many times.

Striker growled angrily taking control watching him organize his sundae with less than 7 minutes on the clock cursing because they kept falling on top of each other into a mangled mess.

Mr. Striker finally had it as he stepped into place; watching the clock count down to the last 6 minutes watching the other two tables fall apart within minutes of the buzzer. It was if someone from his team made sure that happened. He looked at us and gave a hard nod as the buzzer went off waiting for his assured victory as everyone dared to judge him. Counting his people finding we both had 30 and we both had gone the full 6 minutes.

He said smiling. “Looks like I am the winner of the…” His words were cut short as he watched his score on the board as it was being placed. Then ours, he made his way over to the judging area, demanding to know why his score was lower than ours. Thinking it was rigged.

Mr. Tate as Stringum calmly said. “You came in second place Mr. Striker because each team had 30 people; each team except for yours had the same amount of woman and men.

“Yours wasn’t… you were short 10 girls. You only lucked out because the other three teams had fallen off during the 6 minutes needed to show it is a working piece of art. You just made 4^th place because you didn’t have equal men or women. How can we not allow the other teams that followed the rules not get the points you didn’t earn.

“This game is about allowing all members to participate. Not choosing not to use them because they are women. It would be unfair to the other teams. Now shut the f**k up and get ready for the last and final round for all the marbles.”

Mr. Striker was madder than a wet hen, as he came close too punching Mr. Tate in the nose, said. “You go too far Mr. Tate. Twice you have changed the rules of the game. And twice I haven’t come in 1st due to some sort of technicality. That prize should be mine and everyone here knows it. Do whatever you need to do to make the score fair or just simply say you’re a liar and a cheat, and a very bad movie director. I only came tonight so I can buy you out. In fact, most of us here have come for the same reason.

“This is a young man’s game, and you are nothing but an old disgusting old man. Who drinks too much and thinks the world spins at his fingers tips. Everyone here knows without this auction and that damn movie you are making; you would be poor as dirt. In fact, I am betting you don’t even have the money to piss in a pot let alone 70 million dollars. Let’s end this farce and let us by you out and be done with it. And have you go into retirement with a nice chunk of change.”

Stringum as Mr. Tate said shrugging his shoulders. “On the contrary good sir, I have the money and more. It’s me buying you out Mr. Striker. Would you care to count that 70 mills after the last round or now? In fact, if you would like I can let you all count it, smell it whatever you like. Give me 20 minutes while we are setting up for the last round. How dare you insult my integrity and my hard work without even seeing it?

“I will admit that lately my movies and magazines are crap, but Mr. Striker I may not be young anymore and being old has only made me wiser. I have hired a lot of new people. I have even gotten rid of all my old partners like Mr. Nestor, and have gone into business with Mr. Stringum and Mr. Carrion and through their contacts, we are able to put together a package that will sell like hotcakes. I can handle you insulting me, but not my friends. So if you want to buy me out the only way that’s happening is over my dead body.

“I’d kick you out of my house right this minute for insulting me and my guests, but I wouldn’t sleep good tonight wondering if you are going stab me in the back the moment my back was turned. However, there is one thing I hate more is a man not keeping his promises. So I am going to allow you to see the money and then we are going to finish this game. No one, not even you have the right to claim that money without winning it honestly.

“If that was the case we wouldn’t have even bothered playing the game in the first place and just handed to you the moment you walked in the door. Oh look here comes my money now. Set over there on the stage boys and give Mr. Striker the chance to make sure its all there. After all, we don’t want him to think that I am cheat and lair, now would we?” Everyone gasped seeing all that money piled up on a table.”

Mr. Striker said. “You’re done, Mr. Tate. We are going to have a meeting first thing tomorrow and we are going to buy you out. Its time someone like me runs this business like it should be done. If anyone here thinks to outbid me, be warned I will take every cent you got. My advice is to not bid, my advice is too let me and my friends here do all the bidding. You can have the leftovers I and my friends don’t want. So either lose this next round or be prepared to pay the price. For tomorrow there will be a change in management.

“Most of you know I already have 75 percent of the votes already I will have the other 25 percent by the end of the night.  Now let’s end this fair and square so no one has any hard feelings and they can say I won fair and square… Do anyone have a problem of me picking those so-called 50 people for my own team. I will give that person who ever owns the boys and the girls I want for 30,000 dollars. Starting with Nate Carrion, Eli and Mr. Carrion; who are worth that kind of money since they have beaten me twice in a row.”

Mr. Holliman said. “I’ll pay 60,000 if they stay on our team. Why break up something that works?”

Mr. Striker said. “65 thousand.” Mr. Holliman talked it over with guys and they nodded.

Mr. Holliman said. “70 thousand.”

Mr. Striker said. “180, 000,” and I dare him to bid higher?”

Watching Mr. Holliman rub his chin said. “1 million dollars to each of them, and anyone that wants to beat Mr. Striker.”

Mr. Striker gasped said. “You don’t have that kind of money, sir. You are mad. Baa, I hope you like eating crow if you don’t win it and you don’t have it, then you’re a dead man.”

Mr. Holliman said. “Then you are just going have to beat me then aren’t you? Where I come from men like you are nothing more then hot air; I plan to test that theory when I pop your balloon, and if anyone is buying Mr. Tate out it will be me and my new friends.”

Mr. Striker said. “Friends? You mean cowards. Everyone here knows that when I say something it came from God himself. I don’t know you Mr. Holliman, and what I do know about you is that you could benefit if you come to your senses and see that your “friends” that you are so desperate too keep are as broke as you will be after tonight; even more so when my “friends” and my team beat you. Now either put up or shut up.” 

Mr. Holliman and his team quickly picked our team members and within moments we were doing things that only made Mr. Striker madder because he hated the fact Mr. Holliman had beaten him and as he watched us being placed as he gasped how fast we were able to do it. We all knew what was at stake, which was making sure we beat Mr. Striker. Not only in winning the 70 million dollars but to make him regret that he messed with the wrong person.

Man, I couldn’t wait until we took him down. Jeff had already told me, that Mr. Strike was on our hit lists, but we needed to make sure we had enough people that could witness the bad blood between him and Mr. Tate. So when Mr. Tate comes up missing. That one person or persons would be on their raider would be them. When the boat sinks the rats swim to safety so they say or drown trying.

Our sundae looked nothing more than a pile of bodies going this way and that way in one big knot, but that knot was tight and only grew tighter as the table spun and came to a halt at the top of 36 inches and started to spin the other way, then stop as lowered itself so quickly it felt that we were going straight down only to stop and re-spin in the other direction. Mr. Striker cursed as his sundae came falling down, ordering them to get back into position as he watched ours sway, but no one fell off.

The buzzer sounded as the clock counted down the last 6 min. Already the winner was determined for the 3rd and 4th place. The second buzzer sounded neither our team nor Mr. Striker’s team lost a single person. Everyone waited as the final scores were tallied and then there were gasps as the total points on the board stated that it was a tie, between us and Mr. Striker. Everyone waited to see what the outcome would be as Mr. Striker himself added it 5 times to make sure.

Stringum as Mr. Tate said. “Well, I’ll be damned. This was so unexpected. Would each of you consider doing it again between you two only or would you like too spli….” Everyone on our team and his said No at the same time. Mr. Tate said. “Well, I can’t give you both the 70 million. So what I will do is added to the prize money on tomorrow’s game. The team players you have now will be your team players tomorrow. The winner will get the whole enchilada. There will be no tie, we will continue playing until there is a winner.

“Would care to see the money or do you take my word for it?” Mr. Striker and Mr. Wesley said they would. Just too make sure that it’s all there considering we were talking about 125 million dollars. Mr. Tate said. “I thought you would say that, ok boys put right next to the other pile.” I had never seen so much money in my entire lifetime. I knew if my mother was here she would do anything to get her hands on it. No matter what she had to do she would do it no questions asked.

Once they had verified it, the men in white jackets brought in a large steam liner trunk and placed all that cash inside of it. Mr. Striker said. “How do we know Mr. Tate that you don’t plan on leaving here with that trunk full of cash? I am thinking it would be best if I had a couple from my team and couple from Mr. Wesley team guards that money and the safe tonight to make damn sure that when the time comes that money is here for us.”

They both agreed and Mr. Tate shrugged his shoulders said. “Fine by me, as long as my men also watch the safe with you in case either of you decided to take it. Now then the auction will start with or without you in 45 minutes.

I suggest your two teams make use of the time. In the meantime, the rest of us get to watch those that came in 2nd 3rd and 4th place take theirs right here in front of us so we can all watch.” With that being said we all left the room so we could all hit the showers. Tony led us kids to the pool locker room so we wouldn’t have to be on top of everyone fighting for the shower. Plus it gave some of us a chance to talk in what we needed to do about getting our hands on those keys.