Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2008 12:23:52 +0000
From: Stevie Zadara <zadara1@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Soopersaver Pets Part 7 auth/male/gay

Next part of story Soopersaver Pets below, more fun in the supermarket
staffed by young cocky lads. Lots of naughty goings on and tight
underwear. If you enjoy or have suggestions for further episodes let me
know zadara1@hotmail.co.uk



SOOPERSAVER PETS
Part 7


The following morning, Donnie, Davey, Lyle, Scott and Gez all arrived at
the supermarket as usual, wearing their embarrassing Supersave Pet badges
and caps, their white shirts and bow ties, tight nylon black trousers and
shiny black shoes. McCormack decided to do without the early morning kit
inspection and the lads hi-5ed each other, thinking that their sadistic
manager had forgotten to do his usual socks and underwear examination.
Stupid as they were, they thought they had gotten away with it. He let them
go onto the shop floor, where they started to stack shelves and move
goods. As they bent down and stretched, McCormack's fury grew as he noted a
grey Diesel waistband here, a pink Aussiebum label peeking out there. These
lads had defied him on regulation underwear yet again and he was going to
make the lads pay for their arrogance. A good crowd of shoppers, both
female and male fans of the supermarket pets, had gathered by ten o'clock
and McCormack decided it was time to strike.

"Ladies and gentlemen shoppers," announced McCormack over the tannoy, "it
is 10.15 a.m. and time for the Supersave Pets' kit inspection. Pets and
inspectors please go to aisle seven." At the end of aisle seven was a white
raised podium about eight feet across, next to which Andy White stood with
a microphone.

 "Ladies and gentlemen," announced Andy. "I bid you a very warm welcome to
the Supersaver Pets kit inspection. Every one of these young men is
required, in this supermarket, to adhere to a strict standard of regulation
uniform. That's to say, white shirt, bow tie, cap, black trousers, navy
blue underpants and black knee length socks with black shoes. I'm sure you
understand the importance of these standards for the good of the store, and
I'm sure these young gentlemen know as well. But just to keep them on their
toes, we like to arrange on the spot inspections such as this one." The
pets looked at each other horrified and grimaced at what was about to
happen. About 25 men and women, young and old, had gathered around the end
of aisle 7.

Andy went on. "For those Pets who don't meet the standard, there will be
forfeits. Customers will be invited to choose a card and select a
punishment for any Pet who fails to make the grade". The Pets gulped as the
customers cheered. Their gain was the Pets' loss. So first for inspection,
may I invite Supersave Pet Scott up onto the platform. Applause, wolf
whistles as the young 19 year old Scott mounted the dais. His blond hair
was gelled into perfect spikes. His taut 5'6" body glistened in the
supermarket lights.

"Do a quick twirl for us, Scott," laughed Andy, as Scott pirouetted around
and the onlookers noted that beneath his skin tight nylon trousers, a
suspiciously high visible underpant line was evident. McCormack hoved into
view and insisted that the boy's underwear was examined.

"Unbuckle the belt", barked McCormack. "Take those trousers down!"

Scott sheepishly undid his buckle as the customers gazed on rapt, watching
the supermarket assistant forced to display his underwear to them. To
McCormack's mock horror, Scott wore a pair of very brief Calvin Klein
jockeys, white with a scarlet waistband.

"Assistant No.1 has failed the test," announced Andy. "Look at the outline
of his penis shamelessly displayed in this garment.

"I have told you time and again, you useless piece of shit, that the only
acceptable garment is the navy blue underpants issued on your first day".

"Yeah but my girlfriend likes..."

"I don't give a flying fuck what your girlfriend likes. At work you are my
property. It's time to bring you twats into line. Pick a card."

Andy proffered a selection of yellow punishment cards, all containing a
demeaning punishment that the lads would have to carry out in front of the
customers. Scott picked a card.

"Read out what it says, punk face," chortled McCormack.

"Three days in the reality box," stammered dumb jock Scott. He had heard
about the reality box, but never imagined he would be in it. Andy was
delighted as he really wanted to bring this piece of shit down a peg or
three. McCormack wheeled the box into the centre of the store. It was a
completely enclosed clear Perspex box in which Scott would have to live for
three days in full view of the public and customers. He was ordered to
remove everything but his skimpy underwear and enter the box. In it, a flat
screen television paying non stop straight porn. This would induce
erections in the horny lad and give the paying customers a laugh or two. In
the corner, a plastic toilet seat with no toilet beneath. Whenever he had
to take a leak or a crap, he would do it all over the floor for the
entertainment of onlookers. All privacy would be denied for three
days. They'd get to watch him eat, sleep, piss, dump and cum, with any
luck. This is what McCormack hoped anyway. So with the machine set up
between the cold meat counter and the freezer section, the next dumb jock
was invited up on the podium.

Next up for kit inspection was 20 year old, 6'3" tall skinhead Donnie
Buchanan. McCormack was loving the power he had over these stupid thugs.

"Up on the podium, Buchanan, let's see what you are wearing underneath that
uniform. Anything other than regulation gear and you are all going to be
suffering, I can promise you that. Take your trousers down Buchanan."

"Fuck off McCormack," yelled back the insolent boy, to gasps and giggles
from the crowd of shoppers who had gathered round to see what underwear the
lad was wearing.

"What did you say, twatbrain?" screeched McCormack, at the top of his
voice.

"You heard me," retorted Buchanan, warming to his defiant role, completely
forgetting himself or the punishments that could be meted out to the
Supersaver Pets in retribution. He grabbed his Supersaver baseball cap and
lobbed it with a laugh into the Perspex tank that Stevie was sitting in. At
the same moment, McCormack grabbed Buchanan's trousers from the back and
tore them down to his thighs with an ear-rending ripping sound. The crowd
stared as, not only was Donnie not wearing regulation dark blue underpants,
he was wearing a pink jockstrap which exposed the whole of his
mouthwatering ass.

"What do we have here?" shouted McCormack, as his assistant Andy White
tutted in mock disgust. Donnie's trousers had now trapped his legs and he
could barely move them on the podium. "A big lad like you in girl's
underwear? You should be ashamed of yourself lad," snorted McCormack.

"They're not girl's!" snapped Donnie.

"Look like it to me!" shouted a female shopper, to much laughter from the
other customers.

"I've had just about enough of this. You brats are bringing this store into
disrepute and I won't have it. The rest of you, remove your trousers. You
will work for the whole of the rest of the day without trousers, so that
the whole store and all the customers can see the underwear you are so
proud of. And you can all wear these too." McCormack handed each pet a
baseball cap with the words "I'VE BEEN A BAD PET" to wear instead of the
regulation Supersave Pet logo. The lads started to protest.

"Enough. I have heard just about enough. Get those trousers off
now. Otherwise I shall simply get my friend Mr White here to drive you all
up to the police station". The pets gulped in unison. They knew if they
were handed in they were all guilty of various crimes. Their families would
find out. They'd have to go along with it all.

"Shit," mumbled Lyle under his breath, as he pulled his trousers down over
his outsize muffins. A small round of applause as his little red briefs
were exposed. Shane pulled his down and more roars from the crowd ensued as
everyone realised he had gone commando. He blushed as the onlookers
whistled at the sight of his 7 inch cock flopping out of the trousers.

"Huh. You can work with your cock out all day, you stupid little boy,"
screamed McCormack, red in the face with anger at the lads'
disobedience. "Now get working". The poor pets were forced to work stacking
the shelves in just caps, shirts, bowties, socks and shoes, with their
underwear fully exposed. It was a wonderful free show for the
shoppers. Ladies and gents alike ogled the lads' asses and patted them,
slipped them down so their buttocks were showing, checked out the size of
their packets, all sorts. And there was nothing they could do about it. In
fact McCormack and White positively encouraged the abuse and fingering of
his bratty charges. They deserved it after all. But McCormack had one
special humiliation in store for Donnie Buchanan. He grabbed him by the
left diamond-studded ear and took him to the changing rooms.

"Boy are you going to regret this lad," laughed McCormack. He explained to
him that he was pushing a new range of childrens' party wear, and that big
Buchanan was going to model some of it to push the cheap, tacky goods that
the store had got hold of.

"Well it will never fuckin fit, will it?" yapped Donnie. "So that's the end
of fuckin' that, ain't it?" Except the cocky expression on his face changed
when McCormack produced a man-size replica of one of the girl's party
frocks, all ready for him.

"No, no, I ain't. That's too sodding embarrassing. What if... what if my
mates come in?"

"Too bad. Get it on. Now," yelled McCormack. It was a canary yellow frilly
party outfit with puffed sleeves and matching yellow sandals. The skirt
barely came down to Donnie's buttocks. Even worse was the little pair of
yellow silk panties with frills that barely covered more ass than the
jockstrap. How he regretted that jockstrap now. The outfit was trimmed with
a white and yellow bonnet, held in place with a yellow ribbon, and a silver
wand with star. He looked adorable. Well, he looked hilarious, his big
muscled thighs on show beneath the humiliating outfit.

"Right, get out there and stand on the podium next to the childrens' wear,
wave that fuckin' wand and get some sales up."

"Fuck do I have to," asked Donnie, knowing full well what the deal
was. McCormack slapped his cheeky ass and pushed him out there. It was a
sight for sore eyes as the shoppers howled and hooted and wolfwhistled at
the predicament of the hapless jock.

"Ah – doesn't the little girl look sweet?" chucked one of the
men. "Would you like a cherryade?"

Very soon a large crowd of shoppers gathered around the young man in the
ridiculous outfit, and sales of kids' partywear soon started to climb.

Meanwhile McCormack was starting to get very excited about the start of
this evening's Rudeboys auditions. One of his mates, Terry Chambers, ran a
record company and a gay subscription TV company called Perv TV. Tonight
was the start of a two week marathon show during which wannabe pop stars
would be given the chance of a £100,000 year contract and membership of a
new band called the Rudeboys. Terry was looking for the sexiest, most
outrageous lads to take part, and there had been no shortage of willing
participants or that kind of money. But those lads were sure going to earn
their pay and Terry wanted the sexiest shows imaginable.

So at 8pm that evening the paying audience of 100 gay men turned up at the
Starlight gay theatre to watch the auditions, which, of course, were really
going to put the lads through their paces. The tiny theatre was kitted out
in crimson velvet drape, unused since the cabaret days of the 1970s. A
short 20 foot stage and red velvet curtains. Ten rows of crimson seats with
small holders for drinks. Terry Chambers took to the stage in his dark blue
tuxedo and McComack took up his reserved seat in the front row. He didn't
want to miss any of the action. Three lads who responded to the ad were
seated nervously in the dressing rooms at the back of the theatre. All
three knew they might have to do some pretty outrageous stunts to get into
the finals, but none were quite sure how outrageous. All had ticked the box
allowing the show to be videoed and all gulped as they saw the stage door
exit locked behind them. Andy White already had them lined up as new pets
for the store. After this show, and the video evidence, they'd have to do
anything he wanted, pretty much! As they sat waiting to go on stage, they
heard the introductions to the show.

"So I bid you a very, very warm welcome to tonight's Rudeboys show. I hope
you enjoy the evening, and so lets bid a very warm Starlight welcome to our
first contestant, Robbo, who is 19 and from Dunbar."

The 5'9" tall sexy youth bounded onto the stage, keen to make a good
impression. He wore his light brown hair short at the sides and slightly
longer on top. A yellow Y back vest, green backwards baseball cap and
tight, ripped jeans. Black hi-top baseball boots with white
laces. Wolf-whistles and a round of applause.

"Thank you very much gentlemen!" continued McCormack. Next up, our very own
Gary, who's twenty and from Ayr. "Plenty of Ayr in here tonight," chuckled
McCormack as chunky 5'7" sex stud Gary strode up on stage. A tight black
vest, showing off his muscled arms with a cross-hammers tattoo on the left
bicep, a backwards baseball cap again and a sexy gold earring to show off
his neck. He had a squat, pug nose and pouting, sexy lips. With his head
shaved he turned the crowd on completely and there was a roar of approval
as he lined up with Robbo in his jogging bottoms and yellow and purple puma
sneakers.

"Lastly but not leastly, please welcome on stage our football boy,
Iggy. Iggy leaped on stage in blue and yellow nylon soccer shirt with
matching sky blue soccer shorts and yellow trim, blue soccer socks and
football boots. As he entered his gold neckchain bounced while he did
football tricks with the ball with his feet. Another big round of applause
for the soccer lad. Iggy was a cropped blond with a sexy square jaw. He was
always laughing.

"OK, yelled McCormack", no we have met the lads I'd like to introduce our
first game, which is called "Chess". The dumb jock lads looked terrified as
none of them had the intellectual capacity to play snakes and ladders
without cheating, never mind chess. Poor Iggy looked quite concerned. There
is going to be some wrestling involved, so I'll need you to slip off your
trousers and shorts for me as we get ready. Giggles from the audience as
the thought of the lads' underwear exposed for inspection, and
embarrassment from the horny lads. Robbo whipped his jeans down and showed
off the briefest, tightest pair of black briefs, which showed of most of
his sexy bubble butt, and a pair of ripped thighs. Gary took off his sneaks
and joggers and revealed a gorgeous pair of yellow Calvin briefs with light
green trim. Cocky Iggy shucked off his soccer shorts and revealed a bulging
sky blue jockstrap, that received such an ovation that he was asked to do a
spin to show off his pretty boy ass. McCormack then hung a red velvet bag
round each boy's neck, each bearing the legend "My Cock Bag" and suspended
from a gold cord tied with two tassles at the back of the neck. Each lad
then had a pink baseball cap placed on his head, each with a lifesize
erect, rubber penis in the centre. The lads couldn't see the penis at first
but the audience howled with laughter at the boys' predicament; especially
when they asked what the mysterious cock bags were for, and each lad
realised that he, as well as the other two, were wearing cocks on their
hats. "You'll find out in good time, lads," barked McCormack, as he
squeezed Iggy's cap cock secretly and a gob of make-believe cum whipped out
of the top. Andy then came on with the wrestling boots, and thick socks for
Gary and Robbo. Iggy was allowed to keep his footie socks on. All three
lads squealed when they felt their feet on the soles of the boots – the
inside sole was covered with tiny nails which pointed up into the soles of
the foot and made it very hard to walk in them but hilarious to
watch. McCormack then pushed a button at the side of the stage and an
electric checkerboard board stage 12 feet wide mechanically slid into place
at the front of the curtain, 144 black and white squares. The lads were
told that they were first going to have a dancing competition on the
checkered dancefloor, and the best dancer would score 10 points. It was of
course hilarious seeing the agile youths hobbling about trying to impress
in their seriously uncomfortable boots, but they had no option of
course. Loud, thumping techno music started up as the boys made their way
onto the stage, Andy lifted off their vests and tops so they had to dance
in just the underwear they had brought to the show, the penis hats and the
boots. The music started. What the lads didn't know was that every time
they danced on a white square, a jolt of electric current would shoot up
into the boots and gave them a minor shock of exquisite pain. They couldn't
work out why or how this was happening, of course, as they gyrated away the
best they could and tried to put on a show as their cocks flopped about in
their underwear. The lads got pretty sweaty as they showed off their
talents. Eventually, after what was about 5 minutes but was an eternity to
the lads, McCormack turned off the music and announced that the points
scored were, in reverse order, Gary 0, Robbo 5 and sexy Iggy 10. Applause
from the audience, dismay from Gary and Robbo, who would have to try harder
at the next round.

"Now it's time to check out those cock bags. Let's see shall we? Gary, as
loser, you can be first to look in yours. What do you have?" The sexy,
cocky fucks had been wondering in their tiny minds what there might be in
there.

"Oh fuck, white fishnet tights."

Robbo was next "oh fuck, red stockings and suspenders!"

Iggy looked dismayed as he looked at his black fishnets.

OK, boots off, socks off, tights on, laughed McCormack, at the next stage
of the humiliating games. Wolf whistles from the crowd as the lads were
forced to put on the embarrassing feminine leg wear, with matching stiletto
shoes. Never mind, they still wore their boyish undies. But not for
long. Andy White brought out a bag for each boy to select a golden billiard
ball. Iggy went first and pulled out a ball with the number `2'. He looked
bemused. Andy explained that this meant he got second choice. Robbo then
pulled out the `3', and after that Gary the `1' for first choice.

"First choice at fucking what?" smirked Gary.

"Ha ha – fucking is right," laughed Andy. "Fucking one of your mates,
that's what!"

"No fuckin way, fucker," growled Gary.

"It's OK, you get to fuck not with your greasy cock but with your sexy cock
baseball cap!" The dudes looked at each other as they realised the full
extent of their humiliation. Gary was asked who he would choose and
reluctantly went for Iggy. This meant a volunteer from the audience was
invited on stage to lube up victim Iggy. Iggy looked petrified and his
cocky face dropped as a 60 year old from the audience leapt up, grabbed the
lube from Andy and felt round behind Iggy's jockstrap to lube up his ass
while the helpless soccer boy stood there quivering. The punter felt right
up the boy's anus and spread the sexy gunge around. Andy explained that
Gary was going to kneel down with his cock hat sticking out like a huge
rubber dildo, and Iggy was going to impale himself on it and fuck his sweet
virgin ass. The audience whooped with delight. A damp patch appeared at the
front of Iggy's blue jockstap and he gently lowered himself onto Gary's
head. Robbo wandered what he was going to have to do. The solution soon
came. As third place he was told he had to make sure Iggy got off within
five minutes.

"What the...?" "Ehh? "What the fuck??" chorus the lads.

"Well, explained McCormack, to ensure that the three of you all stay in the
contest, you have to make sure that Iggy cums in 5 minutes.

"What?" screamed Iggy.

"It's a team game," explained McCormack. Gary will tug at Iggy's cock while
Robbo stimulates him by fucking him with his baseball cap cock. If Iggy
isn't brought to climax within 5 minuts on the stopwatch, you are all
disqualified from the game."

"You better fuckin' cum shitface," blurted out Gary, as he whipped down
Iggy's jockstrap and his six inch piece of cockmeat flopped out.

"Yeah cream one out Igster or we are all fucked," chorused his mate Robbo.

The audience and McCormack and White just loved hearing all this sexy talk
from the three cute cocky teens.

"On the whistle, 3-2-1, Go!" shouted McCormack. The audience cheered as the
three lads in their stockings, suspenders and stilettos put on a bravura
performance of live butt fucking with a rubber cock. Gary's head fucked his
mat Iggy's ass like he was heading a football for the F.A. Cup, and Robbo
quickly whacked away on Iggy's cock so that within a minute it was fully
erect. Iggy reddened with embarrassment at the thought of his cock being
played with for everyone's entertainment but he knew he had to go through
with it for the lads to stay in the competition. The fucking and forced
masturbation went on. Iggy squirmed himself back on the huge dildo, which
squirted it's own thick, warm, fake creamy cum up Iggy's ass, making him
wince with embarrassment. His tongue popped out of his mouth as he moved
exquisitely towards his male orgasm, and his tongue stud glistened in the
spotlight. His piss slit started to flare its big purple flaps as a dribble
of bright, clear precum bubbled out of his cock and down his eight inch
shaft.

"One minute to go!" yelled McCormack, as the sweaty boys desperately tried
to get Iggy to climax and blow his boy juice all over himself. Iggy started
to grunt and moan sexily, as his metal chain clunked against his sexy,
brawny, loverboy neck. It was clear he was going to cum soon. Andy stood by
with a huge glass beaker to catch the cum if Iggy shot. Gary kept working
his mate's dick and soon it turned purple with engorgement. With fifteen
seconds left, Iggy roared as his orgasm approached and his filthy mate
whacked his cock to climax. Suddenly thick squirts of boy cum pelted out of
Iggy's piss-slit and splattered against the back of Andy's beaker. Iggy
toppled back and right off his mate's baseball cap cock onto the
floor. Wolf whistles, laughter and screams of delight from the crowd.

"Way to go lads!" shouted one. "Great show sexy boys!" yelled another. They
were forced to stand up and bow, as Andy displayed the beaker, now
containing eight thick cum splatterings. That would cum in useful shortly,
he chortled.

"OK gentlemen, it's voting time! Stand in a row lads, and vote for the sex
pet you want to keep in the contest!" beamed McCormack. The audience
feverishly pressed their voting buttons as the three lads stood nervously
by, awaiting their fate, Iggy with his enormous softening cock leaking
blobs of sexy cum juice onto the stage as he winced and waited for the
vote.  "And the winner, with 58% of the vote and staying in the competition
is ... Iggy!" yelled McCormack. Iggy leaped up, his dick flopping around
and his ass muscles clenching as he leaped in the air and punched the sky.

"On to the next round of voting, now between sexpot Gary and little tinker
Robbo," laughed McCormack once again. More excited pressing of keypads in
the audience and shouts of "Wooh you sexy lads!", "You can cum over me
anytime Robbo!" which made the cute boys squirm with humiliation.

"And with 73% the sexy winner is ... Gary!" squealed McCormack. "That means
that sadly, Robbo is the loser, and we know what happens to losers, don't
we lads?" Robbo took on his bemused and concerned open-mouthed look, as
Gary leaped about excitedly. Robbo was asked to take a seat on a ducking
stool at the side of the stage, set above a six foot deep pool of cold,
foamy water placed at the very front of the seated area. First of all,
winners Gary and Iggy were handed the beaker of cum and a spatula and told
to give the sore loser the cream. Gary and Iggy were so excited to win they
just leapt over to Robbo on his stool and did what they were told. Iggy
scooped up a spatula full of his own cum and flicked it at Robbo's cocky
face. Robbo winced as his mate's cum dripped down his nose and onto his
lips. He shuffled uneasily over the water as Gary smeared a spatula full of
warm, sticky cum into Robbo's hair, and literally gelled his mate's hair
with it! The audience were roaring with mirth and excitement to see the
lads humiliate their own friend by smearing Iggy's cum all over him. Iggy
grabbed a handful of cum and smeared is straight over Robbo's crotch,
rubbing it around hi cock so it left a massive set of white finger streaks
all over his little black briefs. Then Gary grabbed the spatula to flick
the remaining cum all over Robbo's body. Robbo recoiled in embarrassment as
McCormack noticed the rest of the cum had been used up.

Now he handed the lads wet sponges to throw at a target above Robbo's
head. A direct hit with the wet sponges would send the shivering hunk
straight into the drink. The audience yelled `dunk the hunk, dunk the
hunk!" at the tops of their voices. Robbo got showered with water as their
mates competed as if they were playing darts.

"I'm gonna sink that fucker!" yelled Gary, lobbing his third sponge.

"Missed!" shouted Iggy, enthusiastically playing this stupid game in the
nude, with the audience ogling his athletic body. "Get that, twat face!"
shouted Iggy, as a heavy sponge thwacked against the target and sent Robbo
tumbling into the drink. Robbo scrambled to get out of the water, and when
he finally did, the audience were delighted to see that he had lost his
little briefs in the water, and was forced to climb up onto the stage nude,
with his soft, shaved five inch cock on display for all the world to see.

"We're sorry to lose you, but here's a little memento of the contest," said
McCormack, in typical insincere quiz show style, as he handed him a six
inch statuette of a gold erect cock with a little porcelain dribble of cum
sliding down the shaft.

"Thank you," muttered the naked lad, and shuffled off to get a towel.

"A big hand for our winners!" declared McCormack. "And now a short
intermission before we go on to decide who will go on to the next
round. Will it be sexy Gary or spunky little tinker Robbo? We'll soon find
out in our pretty baby competition!" Gary and Robbo looked bemused as they
were led off behind the curtain to get ready for the final elimination.

Now I'd like to introduce our very first solo contestant who's going to try
to show us all a good time. He's 19 years old, he's from Bristol and his
name is Mr Gary Shitter!" The audience hooted and roared at the amusing
name. "Gary is going to sing that big hit, `Leader Of The Gang'."

With that, more wolf whistles and the curtains parted as Gary strode on in
a swirl of dry ice. Gary was an athletic footballer with a gorgeous face,
full lips, dark hair short on top and shaven at the sides. He wore
incredibly tight silver trousers, black army boots, a gold lame T shirt and
black braces with a gold neck chain and diamond stud in each ear. The
audience ate it up as he gyrated and gave it his best shot. "I'm the leader
of the gang I am," he sang, but unfortunately he could barely keep in key,
much as he looked a lot like he was leading this gang to an audience full
of very stiff cocks. The audience laughed at his inept singing, but the
poor lad continued on to the end of the song regardless. He was desperate
to get his hands on the cash. The audience hollered and hooted as the
performance finished and Terry came back on stage.

"Thank you, thank you Terry," so lets have votes for Gary Shitter,
gentlemen. Each audience judge was armed with an electronic voting panel.
If they had enjoyed the performance, they could press the button to send
Gary into the final, if not, he was on his way home. "Vote away!"
announced Terry. A red screen to the right of the stage displayed the
votes. "4 votes so far!" roared Terry. "Looks like you have a bit of work
left to do, Gary!" beamed Terry to the desperately crestfallen performer.
"Let's see if we can't increase that number of votes by a bit!"

Part 8 to follow