7 comments/ 92552 views/ 9 favorites The Bonus By: farfalla818 Note to readers: This story is related to "The Lines We Cross" * "Signora Giordano, you look like you will faint. Drink this, please." Lorena pressed a glass of ice water into her employer's hand. She had worked for Alessandro Giordano for nearly 15 years. Before him, she was employed by none other than Leonardo Lindetti. She had been 24 when first employed by him. He had left her alone until an incident when she was 28. By 28, she was married with three children. "Thank you, Lorena" "Of course child, what is wrong with you? Why are you slaving away in the kitchen? You have the bambinos to care for." "Alessandro's good friend is coming for dinner tonight. He expects to be entertained. You know him, Leonardo." Lorena felt cold grip her heart. She knew firsthand his cruelties. She never understood the perverse friendship Signore Giordano and Leonardo Lindetti had. "I see, Signora." "I'm fine, Lorena. The dinner is done. You can go home." "If you are sure, Signora" Lorena murmured. She barely looked at Christine. Both women were lost in draining thoughts of the same one though neither realized the how or why. Lorena drifted through the Giordano home thoroughly lost in thought on her way out. She made it to her car and sat gripping the steering wheel. She could remember so well the car trip she made with Leonardo Lindetti twenty-five years ago. ***** Leonardo was animatedly talking on the phone down the hall in his bachelor rooms. She was vacuuming his living room nearly done for the day. It was July and profusely hot. Sweat made her clothes cling to her. At 28, she didn't look half bad still. While after three children her stomach was hardly flat, she still was nicely toned and attractive. Her boss was the 23 year old Leonardo Lindetti. His father had recently passed leaving everything to him. He was a very smart, young new lawyer. And quite frankly, he was already a total asshole. Lorena barely noticed when he strode in the living room looking quite pleased. He stopped in front of her. Surprised, Lorena turned off the vacuum. She looked expectantly at her boss. "You asked my assistant for an advance on your paycheck?" "Yes, Signore." "Why? I do not run a charity." "I'm sorry, it's just we need the money so badly. I won't ask again." She bit out. "No, you won't" he stated quite simply. She tried to understand what he implied with that. Had she lost her job? Lorena's heart started pounding hard. This was not good. They had so many bills to pay this month. "If you need money, you can earn 3000 British pounds tonight." She was stunned—hard currency and such an amount. She stared at him scarcely believing the offer. And as she thought of the money, her heart sank imagining what she would have to do to get it. "You want to..." she started to ask. "I don't want you," he said rolling his eyes. "But you can entertain for me while I'm busy elsewhere." "I don't understand. Who? How?" "You don't need to understand. If you want the money come with me now, if you don't then stay here." And with that Leonardo turned on his heel and headed for the front door. Lorena watched him leave the house. She inhaled deeply and exhaled "Oh God". Lorena made the awful decision of following him out the door. *** It was a long ride to the house they drove to. Lorena sat beside Leonardo feeling slightly sick. Shortly before they arrived, Leonardo looked over Lorena assessing her. "Lipstick." "What?" "Try putting some on." Lorena pulled lipstick from her bag. She applied it with shaking fingers. "Signore, where are we going?" Leonardo didn't spare her a glance. But he did tell her something, "These men owe me lots of money. I could wipe their silly little business out. It's all they have. But I am not going to. They're pretty corrupt little vermin though." He laughed to himself. Lorena, confused as ever, said softly, "Then why help them? Why be charitable?" "I'm not charitable. Let's just say, we made a deal. I like the deal." Lorena felt chills. He was so cold. The car pulled up in a normal middle class neighbourhood far out in Rome's outskirts. Luckily, she was pretty sure she knew no one here. Leonardo got out and went up to the house. Lorena scrambled out of the car to catch up with him. The front door opened and a man in his early 40's, slightly overweight with deep olive skin and black hair came into view. He happily greeted Leonardo. In fact he called him Leo, quite congenially. Leo smiled and greeted the man. His charm was on. As Leonardo stepped into the house, he motioned for Lorena to follow. She followed Leonardo to the kitchen of the house. Around the table sat a young woman, obviously quite young, and an older gentleman around the same age as the man who opened the door. They all looked very similar. The man who opened the door spoke to Leo, "This is my brother and business partner, David, and my daughter, Marie. Marie just turned 18 three days ago." David the brother smiled and nodded up at Leonardo. Marie sat at the table with her head down. Marie's father nodded towards Lorena and asked Leonardo, "Did I miss something? Did you need a witness for something?" Leonardo smiled. "Easy, Giuseppe, I thought I would share and bring you some entertainment too. Call it a bonus. Is the deal still on?" Lorena felt dread wash over her. She kept staring at the girl. Giuseppe drew in his breath tightly. "If it is the only thing you'll take, then I still accept the deal." "Then I'll see you in a few hours," Leonardo answered. He grinned and reached down for Marie. "Marie, you are going to spend some time with me," he said to her. She looked up with tears running down her face. She'd obviously known what was going on, which was more than Lorena could have said at that moment. "Papi, no, how could you even?" she asked holding back sobs. "Go, girl!" Her father said shaking his head in annoyance. Leonardo laughed and grabbed Marie and started dragged her out of the kitchen. "Show me your room," he commanded. Lorena's frame was glued to her spot. She called out to Leonardo, "Signore, where are you? What am I?" Leonardo turned back to her in annoyance and answered, "Whatever and wherever they want you. What do you think you are here for? You're the bonus." And then he got Marie down the hall into what must be her room. The door shut hard and then all you could hear was crying and Leo's muffled voice. Lorena turned and looked at the two brothers in the kitchen. David stood up and poured some wine. "She needs a drink" he said. He handed the wine to her and told Lorena to drink. She did so automatically. "What's your name?" Giuseppe asked. "Your daughter... Leonardo will hurt her," Lorena bit out. "Close your mouth unless we want it open. Marie's a cold prude and I guess Signore Leonardo will fix that" David told her. They didn't care. It dawned on Lorena. This was the deal they'd made with Leonardo. Giuseppe said to David, "Let's take her back to the room. She seems pretty fucking out of it." David replied, "How nice; Signore Leonardo brought us this gift." Giuseppe smirked at him and reached for Lorena's hand. He led her to his bedroom. Lorena wondered where Marie's mother was. "Take your dress off, slut." Lorena looked up shocked. No one had ever called her that. "She's probably more a whore, Giuseppe. You know Signore probably paid her." Lorena's cheeks burned with indignation. David smirked at her. "Oh yes, a whore, but probably soon a slut after we're done with her." "Your dress," Giuseppe reminded her. Her fingers were shaking, but she managed to undo the length of buttons at the front of her dress. She stepped out of it and laid it over a chair. She looked up to see the two brothers already shirtless. She stood in her bra, panties, hose, and shoes. Giuseppe smiled at her. "Take off all the rest. All of it." Lorena took it all off averting her eyes from the men. "Come here, whore." Lorena walked closer to Giuseppe. "Kneel." She knelt down on the wood floor. Giuseppe sat down in front of her on the bed. He unbuckled his belt and took it off. "Undo my pants." Lorena started crying and looked around the room. David was not sympathetic. He walked up and yanked her head back by grabbing her hair. "You were fucking paid, whore. Do it. I'm sure Leonardo won't be happy if he hears you were not cooperative." Lorena, indignant and fueled with a burning anger at her predicament, reached for the zipper on Giuseppe's pants and jerked it down. She undid the top button on his pants. His dick immediately presented itself to view, because he wasn't wearing anything else underneath. She looked up at Giuseppe. He raised an eyebrow at her as to say "go on." She grasped his cock in her hands and stroked the length of him. Then she brought her mouth to the tip to start licking. "Mmmm, now that's a good girl. Suck me," Giuseppe said. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. She kept stroking the main part of his shaft up down, but her other hand cupped his balls and lightly squeeze. Giuseppe said to David, "Her husband must like his dick sucked. She knows what she's doing!" The sad thing, Lorena knew, was that her husband was good only for Sundays and only in missionary. It was her father ever since she'd married Maurit at age 18 that made her suck him off. He was the reason she was so proficient. She still lived with her in-laws, three generations under one roof. And somehow her husband and mother-in-law turned a blind eye. She'd come in the house after doing the washing, her clothes damp, and Maurit's mother would call to her "Maurit Sr. needs your help out in the shop." It was ludicrous. What help could a man need from her? And she'd go out there. She'd be told to kneel and let him fuck her mouth. This happened over and over again whether she was pregnant or not. Maurit Sr. used her mouth repeatedly. Maurit worked Sunday afternoon. His mother went out to church functions then. She and Maurit Sr. were always left in the house together. At least once a month he'd tell her to come with him and he'd lay her down on her marriage bed and fuck her. So Lorena knew how to submit to men and let them use her. It happened to her all the time. Lorena kept working on Giuseppe's dick. All you could hear in the room was Giuseppe's heavy breathing, and the slurping noise was Lorena bobbing her head up and down on his dick. Soon she noticed clothes rustling. David was shedding everything. Naked, he kneeled down behind Lorena and pressed his body close. She could feel his hard dick rubbing against her backside. He brought his arms around the front of her and cupped her breasts. "I'm going to enjoy this, slut," David whispered into her ear. She shuddered. Her body was already responding and betraying her. She swirled her tongue around the slit of Giuseppe's dick and he moaned louder. She started pressing her bottom against David's groin. He obliged her by guiding his dick into her pussy. She felt the head slide in and then the rest of his length was driven in. She tried to concentrate on giving Giuseppe head while David started thrusting into her. She heard grunting and at first didn't realize she was making the noise. David was neither particularly kind nor gentle as he pumped into her. He kept his tempo steady and strong as he drove into her smacking his thighs into her ass with each thrust. David enjoyed looking at her ass so much in fact he started alternating smacking each cheek as he pulled back. She made a noise of protest, but Giuseppe while nearly lost in his own pleasure told her to stay on his dick. He pulled his dick out of her mouth a moment and looked down at the woman before him. Her lipstick coated his dick. "Slut, take my balls in your mouth." Lorena immediately complied alternating between them and gently suckling. These actions solicited several moans from Giuseppe. He was on the brink and knew it. He told Lorena to open her mouth and really work on the head. She obliged and simultaneously stroked his dick vigorously with one hand while trying to keep balance with the other. He moaned more as her tongue kept swirling over the head of his dick. Finally, Giuseppe pulled his dick out of Lorena's mouth. He took his dick from her hand and in the last few moments stroked himself as her came across her face. The first stream hit her on her nose and surprised her with subsequent spurts drenching her cheeks and mouth. He smiled at the mess he made of her. Relaxed and coming down from his orgasm high he said, "I want a photograph of this," and walked to a chest and opened a drawer. He grabbed his camera and turned to face a dazed Lorena still being pummelled from behind by his brother. "Don't move her yet," he asked him. Lorena looked at him with the cum coating her face. He smiled at her and took several shots. He then took his fingers and grabbed some of the cum. "Open your mouth." She obliged and he slowly fed her his cum. "Lick them clean." She licked all the cum from fingers. He repeated this until her face was semi-clean. David, seeing he was finished, then asked his brother, "Can I move her now?" Giuseppe nodded at him. David withdrew from Lorena's pussy and pulled her off her aching knees. "Lay on your back on the bed." Lorena did so, but got in the middle of the bed. "No, come here to the edge with your legs hanging off," David told her. Lorena scooted down. David unceremoniously grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. He smiled down at the sight. "Look at how wet she is," David said to his brother. With that he pulled her body closer and drove his cock back into very wet and welcoming pussy. He pushed as deep and far as he could go. She squealed each time he thrust in. She was taking all the pressure and weight from each thrust on her shoulders as he barrelled into her. Giuseppe crawled onto the bed with her and leaned on his side beside her. He reached out and pinched a nipple. Lorena turned her head to look at him. He leaned in and kissed her hard. "Open your mouth." She did. She instantly found his tongue in her mouth. She was a bit surprised and didn't stop him. His tongue stayed right there while David pushed himself into her again and again. Giuseppe broke the kiss and traced his tongue down to her breasts. He circled one breast than another. He finally settled on the left nipple and sucked while his hand squeezed and pinched on her other nipple. She couldn't help but moan. David put her legs up on his shoulders. Somehow he managed to push further into her and Lorena tried to squirm away. David just pulled right back against him. "Don't, slut." Giuseppe moved his hand down to her pussy and found her clit. Even as David pummelled, Giuseppe stroked her clit and sucked on her nipples. She had no choice but to cave and give into the pleasure. Her orgasm rippled over her body and she cried out. She could see David smirk at her. And as her orgasm came over her and her pussy spammed, David felt the clenching and lost it himself. He held himself deep in her as he came. He slowly eased the rhythm and didn't stop thrusting softly in 'til every bit of cum was milked out of him. Giuseppe lifted his head from her breasts as David dropped Lorena's legs. Giuseppe started stroking his cock to get it rigid again. Then he looked at Lorena lying beside him. "Stroke me. Get me hard." Giuseppe commanded. Lorena reached over and stroked his cock. He quickly became quite turgid. He lay out further up on the bed. He motioned Lorena to come up to him. "Straddle me," he told her. She straddled Giuseppe and slowly eased herself onto his cock. His was a bit smaller than his brother so it easily slid in with her cum and David's lubricating it. "Be a good whore and ride my dick like you want nothing else," Giuseppe said to her. She looked at him as she pistoned her body up and down. She was quite sore already though and wasn't particularly enjoying it. He grabbed her arms and pulled her chest closer to him. He captured her nipple again in his mouth. He grabbed her ass and more forcefully fucked her up and down on his cock. Lorena whimpered repeatedly as her sore body was used by him. He let her nipple go and focused on her bouncing up and down on him. He watched her breasts go up and down. Then, they both felt the mattress shift as David climbed up with them. He had oil in his hand. Giuseppe nodded enthusiastically and smiled at his brother. Giuseppe reached up for Lorena's arms again and pulled her down onto his chest. She didn't understand Giuseppe's grin and didn't protest when he did. She felt David come up behind her. "What are you doing?" she asked. David said nothing. She felt a cool liquid being dribbled onto her ass. It slid down between her cheeks. "Please, what are you doing?" she asked again. Her heart started racing. Fear ran through her. "Surely, they wouldn't..." she thought to herself. "Shut up" Giuseppe said. He grabbed for breasts again and held her still. She tensed as she felt David's finger slide between her ass and spread the oil around her rectum. "Tensing up will just make it hurt more," David warned her. He pressed his thumb at her opening and told her to relax. She couldn't help but to tear up and cry a bit. "Cry all you like, but he is still going to do it," Giuseppe said to her. David poured more oil on and began pressing his thumb in. It went in her tight hole. He held it there a moment before wiggling it in and out. He pulled it out. Lorena sighed with relief. But all he did next is try his index with his middle finger. He got both in fairly fast and wiggled around. He started thrusting with his fingers into her ass and Lorena cried in mild pain and humiliation. "For fuck's sake, David, hurry, I can't hold this erection forever," Giuseppe pleaded. "Alright, alright, it's just going to hurt her more" David replied. He pulled his fingers out and oiled up his dick. He pressed it into the opening of her ass. "I just need to get this tight pink ring to open," David said. He leaned in and forced it to open a bit. His head pressed forward and made it through. Lorena gasped and tied to move forward away from the invasion. Giuseppe grabbed her arms and held her still. "Don't move," he admonished. David pushed harder and drove his length down in her. Lorena felt pain go through her. Her rectum spasmed. It hurt badly. She couldn't accommodate him. His dick was larger than Giuseppe's and pressing further and further into her ass. David got his dick all the way in and stayed there for a moment. Lorena could feel distinctly and completely full in a way she didn't know existed. She also kept feeling the pain though it was subsiding since David wasn't moving. Giuseppe loved the pleasure the pressure from his brother's dick gave. He could feel him from the other side of that thin wall that separated their respective passages. David slid back much to Lorena's relief, but then pushed back in fast causing her to cry out again. And then he picked up rhythm. She felt pull back and then push in. Each push in caused new pain and Lorena was really crying by then. Giuseppe got into the rhythm and felt his balls near their bursting point. He watched the woman on his dick sob. Her pretty tits were bouncing with each thrust and he really enjoyed the sight. David kept driving his dick in Lorena's tight ass. Her cheeks glowed red from his early treatment and her body heaved with each motion feeling two dicks at once. "Nice, whore, keep taking all of this," he said to her. Her sobs were her answer. Because of tightness of her ass and double pleasure from the other dick on the other side of her wall David came soon spraying deep into her bowels. The Bonus Giuseppe having strained to keep from cumming from so long came as well while deeply buried in her cunt. When David finally pulled back and popped out, Lorena sent a silent prayer of thanks to up above. Giuseppe pushed her off him and she fell to the side of him on the bed. She curled up into a ball crying. David left the room presumably for a shower and Giuseppe lay on the bed in contentment. In the time David was gone, Giuseppe fell asleep. Lorena could hear his deep and even breathing after her crying stopped. That's when she noticed the screams and cries coming from another room in the house. They were presumably Marie's as God knows what was done to her. Her father laid there beside Lorena blissfully asleep. David walked back into the room still naked, but damp. "You look a mess," he said smiling at her. She stared blankly back at him. He crawled up on top of her on the bed. She murmured a protest. "Don't even, whore, he might be out but I'm still good for another round," he said to Lorena. And for the first time David kissed her. He prodded her mouth open with his tongue and she was forced to comply. He broke the kiss and looked down at her. "Spread your legs." She complied and he guided himself into her sopping pussy full of cum. "You could be pregnant from tonight," David said to her. Lorena nodded in agreement. David chuckled. "All children are blessings" he happily told her. She just looked at him. David fucked her missionary style for the next half hour while Giuseppe slept beside them. He licked her tits and buried his face in them as he screwed. He also made her wrap her legs around him. She complied too broken to do anything else. On occasion laying there as David had sex with her, she would hear more cries from Marie and wonder what was happening. David finally came inside her again and held himself in her even after he finished. When she looked at him oddly wondering why he hadn't pulled out yet, he explained he wanted to help try to impregnate her. Somehow that excited him. When he did pull out, he held her bottom up and slid pillows beneath the lower half of hr body keeping most the semen in her. He grabbed the camera Giuseppe had set down and began taking photographs of her exposed pussy. Lorena said nothing. Then David threw her clothes and told her to get dressed. He kept her panties however. She asked where the bathroom was. He said no. "No?" she questioned. "That cum is going to drip out of you all the way home." So Lorena dressed even though she had steady streams of semen streaking down her thighs and some on her face. She was led out of the bedroom to the kitchen where she first met them and sat and waited. About ten minutes later Leo walked in. "I suppose you can get a ride with me," Leo said as though it were a difficult thing to offer. He looked freshly showered and almost giddy. He turned and made for the door and she had no choice but to follow him to get home. ***** As Lorena rode in the car with Leo she tried to ignore the queasy feeling in her stomach. She didn't look forward to walking into her home explaining her late arrival nor her appearance. Leo looked at her and then remembered. "Here's your money," he said tossing it at her. It was a stack of large bills folded over with a rubber band around them. Lorena caught it and then hung her head low. She put the money in her purse. "What, no thank you, Lorena?" he taunted her. "Grazie, signore." "Well the brother David said he appreciated you," said Leo laughing. "I had a great night in case you're wondering." She wasn't, but she was quite scared she'd hear of a mysterious murder of some young girl in the news soon. "Did you hurt her?" she stammered not really wanting to know but needing to. "Define hurt, Lorena. I used her body like all women like to be." Lorena couldn't believe her ears. Leonardo was so cold and horrific. "But she was a virgin, I'm sure, Signore!" "Yes, she certainly was," he grinned at that thought. "And now she's not, anywhere" he added for emphasis. "But she's alright, isn't she?" Lorena pressed. Leo eyed her and then answered, "For fuck's sake, what do you think I did, kill her? I'm not a murderer." She could hear him say to himself "stupid cunt". The car halted on a major rode outside Lorena's neighbourhood still a good twenty minutes walk from her home. "This is as far as I'm driving you," he told her. She nodded and climbed out. Leo's car went on and she started the walk home all the while feeling the brothers' semen leak out of her pussy. * ***Thanks for reading! I always enjoy feedback and comments! Please vote!*** The Bonus "Welcome to Key West, Mr. Jabril. You were quick getting out of the airport. Tuesdays are good days for traveling here." Scotty was standing there on the curb outside the baggage claim area at the Key West air terminal much like last time and the time before that. He was leaning up against a red Jaguar XK-8 convertible and looking oh so preppy: spiky frosted hair, blue blazer over pink Polo shirt, white Ferrari Chino trousers, and brown loafers, polished up to a mirror shine. His smile was open and mischievous. "Ah, you remembered me." It wasn't so much a pleased expression as it was a "You damn well better have remembered what I looked like" expression. In contrast to Scotty's preppy blondness, Jabril was olive-skinned and dark haired. And muscular in contrast to Scotty's graceful litheness. "Want to take a ride?" Jabril didn't answer, and, indeed, Scotty didn't need an answer. He was here to pick Jabril up from the airport and deliver this luxury convertible. Of course he wanted a ride. It was just what Scotty said every time he picked someone up at the airport. Jabril folded himself into the passenger seat, while Scotty folded his suit bag and computer case in the car's tiny trunk, came around to the driver's side, and slid in. Most travelers flying into Key West rented a Mustang convertible. That was the standard rental of the Florida key. It had once been Chrysler Sebring convertibles, but tastes had changed in the past decade. And it was precisely because every other temporary driver on Key West seemed to be driving a Mustang convertible that Jabril had chosen a Jaguar. He had to pay a lot more at the Exotic Car Express than at Hertz, but it was worth the distinction from other travelers and it had its perks. He looked over at Scotty, his hair ruffling in the wind, his aviator sunglasses setting off his young, handsome face. Scotty was just one of the perks. Scotty drove the Jag east around Roosevelt Boulevard, which semicircled the eastern edge of the key, turned west on Flagler and then north on Kennedy toward the eastern harbor and the baseball stadium. Just short of the baseball stadium he turned into the small, one-story building with the sign, "Exotic Car Express" over the plate-glass window and showing a Mercedes convertible on the showroom floor and drove back around behind the three-bay service wing off the showroom. He pulled in close to the building, turned the engine off, and lifted a set of keys to dangle between him and Jabril. "The keys to the house are here too. Same place as last time." As he held the keys out, Jabril held a fat envelope out and the two exchanged their treasures. "Count it," Jabril said. "I'm sure it's there. $1,500, right?" "Right. I'll be back by 11:00 in the morning on Thursday. I have a flight at 12:30. You'll drive me to the airport." It wasn't a request. "Yeah, sure," Scotty said as he opened the driver's door. "Aren't you forgetting something?" "Yeah, right." Scotty got out of the car, but only long enough to take off his blazer and lay it down on the fender of the Jag. While he did so, Jabril moved the passenger seat back as far as it would go and reclined it. Scotty got back in the driver's seat; titled the steering wheel up as high as it would go; and, swiveling toward Jabril, unzipped Jabril's trousers and fished out his plump cock. Jabril kicked off his right shoe and propped his foot up to where the windshield met the edge of the car door. Using his hands, he guided Scotty's head down into his lap and groaned a deep groan as Scotty's lips opened over the bulb of his cock and slid down the sides of his engorging shaft. After a few minutes, in a voice thick with satisfaction, Jabril whispered, "Suck my balls too." * * * * Jabril had donned stark-white Jocko David shorts with a Jocko mesh muscle shirt on top and white Crocs loafers to drive from the house on Virginia Street he'd been given the keys to just the few short blocks to the Bourbon Street Pub on Duval. He parked right out in front of the club by the fire hydrant and revved the engine before turning the car off, knowing that the men gathering around the entrance to the club would take notice of what he was driving and then, when he got out of the Jag, what he was wearing. And how good he looked in it. He knew he looked good. He'd spent quite some time picking these clothes out and hiding them away for this occasion. His dusky skin, swarthy good looks, and well-cut body were set off perfectly in these clothes. He was propositioned twice on his way into the club, but he brushed them both away with a smile. These guys looked like they wanted the same thing he did. He bellied up to the bar, ordered a beer, and swiveled around to take in the scene while he waited for the drink to arrive. Even though it was a weekday night, the crowd was pretty good—and very good looking. Men were at the tables, making out and making deals. Men were on the dance floor, rocking against each other and fondling whatever they could grasp. And there was a cute young trick playing the pole at the other end of the bar. Guys were brushing past Jabril and giving him the eye. He was giving a disinterested look back at most, but some of the smaller, cuter guys were getting smiles and meaningful looks back. The guys with piercings—not everywhere, but on the eyebrows and promising nipple rings as discerned under tight Ts—got special scrutiny. It didn't take long for the guys swirling around Jabril to catch the signals of what he was interested in. When the drink arrived, Jabril pulled a twenty off a fat roll fished from the pocket of his shorts and put it down on the bar in full view of anyone looking and, when the barman picked up, Jabril signaled he was to keep the change. In short order, a slim, blond guy with a small ring in an eyebrow and a ball piercing in his tongue slid onto the barstool beside Jabril. He appeared something on the younger side of twenty and had a pretty face and wavy blond hair. He had blue eyes and a sensual smile, with thick lips. "Hi," he said to Jabril and flashed him a studied shy smile. "Hi," Jabril answered back, giving the young man's eyes his undivided attention. "The beer good?" the blond asked. "Good enough," Jabril answered, although he hadn't had time to take a swig yet. And he knew full well that the young man knew that—he had appeared as the twenty was taken up by the barman. "You don't have a drink. You want one?" "Yeah, sure, thanks. I'll take what you have." Jabril didn't call the barman over, but he took the roll of bills from his table, flipped five twenties off the roll and laid them down, fanned out on the counter between him and the young man. "Wow, I don't think the beer here is that expensive," the young man said. But the smile on his face showed that he wasn't being that naïve. "You got an oil well in your pocket or something? You one of those Arab sheiks?" "It's not for the beer, of course," Jabril answered, just smiling and dipping his head at the young man's inferences. The young man smiled. "My name is Trax," he said, as he laid a hand with long, slender fingers on Jabril's thigh. "They'll have a pile going soon downstairs," he said. "You want to start down there? They have cubicles too." "I like my privacy. And I have an idea where I'd like to go. You want a ride in a Jag?" The young man looked dubious, but by the way he licked his lips when the Jag had been mentioned, Jabril figured he'd heard about the nice one sitting outside. Jabril took the wad of cash out and reeled off another hundred and laid it on top of what was already there. Trax lost any squeamishness he'd had about going away from the club with Jabril then. He flashed Jabril a big smile and said, "Sure, I'd love a ride in a red Jag convertible." So, Jabril thought, he'd seen it. He knew it was red and a convertible. "Steve," Trax called out to the barman, who walked over. "Here, can you hold this for me? I'll be back in a while." He handed over the cash and the barman took it as if this happened every day. And Jabril decided that it probably did. The kid had looked young—and vulnerable—which, along with the piercings and his size and erogenous look had been what had attracted Jabril. But it was OK if he was a professional. For this money, he'd give Jabril a good time. The money passed, Trax looked at Jabril and gave him a mischievous smile. He reached over and took Jabril's beer glass and downed a good third of it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand—which, in itself, made Jabril's cock twitch, and said, "You didn't tell me your name." "The Jag is outside," Jabril said as he stood up from the barstool, not answering the question. They fucked on a beach by a breakwater in the shadows of the walls of an old Civil War fortress, Fort Zachery Taylor, on the southern tip of the key. Trax was impressed that Jabril knew the best beaches to go to for a gay coupling, and Jabril had his assessment of Trax confirmed when his name was whispered in greeting from a couple of nooks and crannies in the breakwater as they found their own spot and Jabril spread out the blanket he'd found in the trunk of the Jag. They weren't alone on the beach, but they weren't doing anything that everyone else wasn't doing, and the backdrop of sighs and moans and grunts and groans only added to Jabril's arousal. Once naked, Trax had let Jabril initially take the lead. The young man laid back on the blanket and Jabril straddled his chest with his knees and fed his cock into Trax's experienced, but still soft mouth and enjoyed the play of Trax's tongue ball in the underside of his cock. Once Jabril was hard and panting, though, Trax turned him onto his back and was the one straddling Jabril's hips, lowering his channel on Jabril's shaft, and riding him to a first, swift ejaculation. Trax had a control of his channel muscles, which assured Jabril that he knew exactly how to please a man and made a good living from it. For two hundred dollars, Trax realized that the one coupling would not be enough, and after Jabril had come, he pulled the swarthy man's torso up to his, and they sat there, facing each other, rocking back and forth, and kissing and fondling each other until Jabril had regained his stamina. Then it was Trax laying on his back, legs raised and spread, while, his thighs shoved under Trax's buttocks, Jabril took over the stroking. His lips were lowered to the rings in both of Trax's nipples, and the young blond, as he no doubt was trained to do, was moaning and sighing how good a fuck Jabril was giving him. Afterward—and following a period of holding each other and cooing like they were a pair of schoolboys discovering sex for the first time—they gathered up the blanket and their clothes and stumbled, arm in arm, toward the parking lot. Trax stopped, though, as they heard short, sharp cries of passion from a pocket of sand surrounded by rock farther up on the beach. When he stopped, Jabril did too. "That would be Jewel. A tranny. Ever done a tranny?" "No, never," Jabril said with hesitancy. "She's fun. And she can make you come just with her sex moans. Fifty for her and another fifty for me, and you can do her." "Here, now?" "Yeah, why not?" "You saw me lock my roll up in the car." "We'll trust you for it. Come on. It will be fun." Not getting an objection, Trax pulled Jabril over toward where the sounds had been coming from. They had subsided now, though, into just murmurings. When they came into the secluded circle, what they saw was the figure of a slim, black transvestite, with her skirt hiked up and white vinyl booted legs spread wide. They got a shot of both her asshole and her dick, so there was no question what she was. But other than that, she was a beautiful woman, with big tits jutting out from where her top had been pushed up to her neck. Crouching next to her was a big bruiser of a truck driver type, his flannel shirt open and flapping around a heavily muscled chest and his lower extremities bare. His cock was nothing special other than the heavy ring in the bulb. This alone, though, struggled for Jabril's attention with the luscious tranny flashing her goods at him. Jabril had so wanted a cock ring himself. But, of course, he couldn't have one. "Interested in seconds, Jewel? He'll give you fifty. And," Trax continued, turning to the bruiser, "you can do me for fifty too." "Thirty," the truck driver growled. "Forty," Trax countered. But by then Jewel had opened her arms to Jabril and whispered, "Come to Momma" in a sultry voice and Jabril was sinking between her spread legs. One of her hands guided his face to her coin-sized aureoles, which he immediately went to sucking. Her other hand was guiding his cock inside her ass. Her channel muscles were even better trained than Trax's had been, and when she moved the palms of her hands to Jabril's butt cheeks, she began controlling a fuck that was sending Jabril into paradise. He turned his head to see that Trax was on his back and the truck driver was between his thighs and holding his legs up and spread with fists gripping the young man's ankles. Jabril's eyes went to the cock crowned with the heavy ring entering and pulling out of Trax's ass. All the way in and then all of the way out. Jewel fucked him for forever, and sometime during the coupling, Jabril felt another set of hands on his buttocks and a tongue in his ass. This had never happened to him. This was an utterly fantastic feeling. But then there was a new feeling at his entrance. Not a wet tongue. Something cold and metallic. Jabril cried out and tried to pull away, but Jewel, with a surprising strong grip, laughed and pulled him closer into her smothering embrace. "It's OK, honey. You'll like it. Just relax and go with it. Feel that cock ring?" Jabril certainly did feel the truck driver's cock ring. And the cock that went with it. He thrashed and screamed, but it was no use. His cries turned into moans and grunts and then into sighs and whimpering; his thrashing moved to writhing—both of which only helped the truck driver to drive farther inside him—and eventually led to his body—the pain obliterated by the pleasure—joining with the rhythm of the fuck. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this. But Jewel's big tits and the way she could grip his cock and pull him inside her and her muscles undulating over his shaft—and that thick cock ring inside him and being filled and pumped, the ring punishing his prostate. Making him moan and leak and twitch—he was going . . . over the . . . moon. Later, when he was laying in a hot-water bath in the two-bedroom bungalow on Virginia Street, soaking his sore, swollen ass, and sipping wine, Jabril reasoned with himself that he had come for the adventure—that he'd wanted to experience the heights of arousal and sexual pleasure—and that, even though unplanned and something he'd never want to do again, he'd certainly climbed the heights this evening. He fondled his cock, pressing his thumb into the slit of the bulb, wishing that he could get a cock ring too. It had been all new and it had taken him to one height. But it hadn't really been what he had been looking forward to the most. Trax had seemed young and innocence, but he had turned out to be a professional. The Bourbon Street Pub obviously hadn't been the right place. There was just tomorrow now. He'd have to try again. * * * * Jabril walked down to the grill at the edge of the South Street beach for breakfast. He was in shorts and a sports shirt open to his chest. But he wasn't cruising; he just was after some breakfast and thinking that a walk would help ease the pain in his ass. Six hunks were out on the beach in skimpy bathing suits, playing volleyball. One of them must have recognized Jabril, because he went around to the others and whispered something, and they all kept glancing over at him while Jabril ate his eggs and bacon and they continued their game. Now that he thought of it, the guy who had started the whispering looked vaguely familiar. He probably was from the bar the previous evening or maybe even some earlier trip here, but Jabril couldn't remember much more than a hazy sense of knowing what he had inside that Speedo that was painted on him. So, probably an earlier trip. Jabril felt flattered that maybe the guy remembered him. Their game apparently concluded, three of the guys came over and asked if they could sit with him. He was just finishing up his coffee, but he was polite and assented. They were just talking about life around Key West and asking general questions of him in the context of their banter. But when their discussion got into the huge gay community on the key and then, more pointedly, when they mentioned the Middle East situation and asked him whether he thought that hurt the flow of oil from there more than it had, Jabril politely started to extract himself from the conversation and left them there. They didn't seem to mind. They were hunks, but this was his last day here. This wasn't what he was after. Jabril had had such an exhausting night that his breakfast had come at 1:00 p.m. And still he felt hung over. So, the day half spent, he decided he needed a nap. He went back to the Virginia Street bungalow, swam laps in the pool that took up much of the lot, and then napped until late afternoon. When he got up, he padded to the refrigerator and took two steaks out of the freezer to start thawing. Step one of his plan complete, he went into the bedroom and picked out the most nonthreatening clothes he had to wear. In the end, he picked what he'd planned to wear back on the airplane—khaki pants and a checked sports shirt. Nothing flashy; quite conservative. Then he got in the Jag and drove down Duval toward Mallory Square. He parked there and started walking his way back, looking for a coffee shop. He followed along behind families with small kids, thinking they'd hone in on someplace that wasn't gay. He found what he was looking for on Fleming, just off Duval. An Island Joe's coffee shop and café. He went into the café, ordered a coffee and a sandwich, and sat near the back, where he could watch all of the tables. His attention was drawn to a young, sandy-haired guy with glasses sitting at a table near the window, hunched over a computer. It seemed like his attention was focused on the computer, but as Jabril watched, he saw the young guy looking at other guys as they passed. He looked very nervous. But when other guys looked down at him—and especially if they smiled—the young guy would dip his head back into the computer. He was good looking enough. A good build. But the glasses detracted. He was wearing baggy shorts and a T-shirt from some university. All Jabril could make out was "Florida." The longer Jabril watched, the more he thought the guy wanted a hookup but had no idea how to go about it. This was the guy Jabril had been looking for. He'd finished his sandwich but still had half of his third cup of coffee. It was good coffee, but Jabril decided to invest it in his cause. He stood and moved toward the front of the shop, brushing by the young man in passing, and "accidentally" splashing his coffee on the guy's university T-shirt. "Oh, god, I'm sorry," he said, as he started dabbing at the young guys chest with a napkin. The guy was firm under there. "Uh, it's OK." "No, it's not. I'm really sorry. I'll have to get that cleaned for you." Without asking for permission, Jabril plopped down in the seat next to the young man. By the time they'd sparred on what Jabril wanted to do to apologize and what the young man didn't want to bother with, they had established that the young man's name was Gill and that he was a student in chemistry at the University of North Florida in Jacksonville—and a member of the university's baseball team. He was on a semester-at-sea course and his ship was docked at Mallory Square for the week.