7 comments/ 32843 views/ 4 favorites Desperate Measures: The Baller By: soflabbwlvr Author's note: Desperate Measures is an anthology consisting of stories related by theme, rather than by character, chronology, or storyline. Accordingly, they can be read in any order, as each installment is a stand-alone entry. Desperate Measures: The Baller "Alright, alright," Russell said. "You can play. You're a baller. Let's make this game a little more interesting." "I'm listening," Sergio replied. "What's on your mind?" "Let's up the bet." "How much?" "Five hundred." "Five hundred? I don't know. You're already ahead." "You've already got my money. Are you a pussy, or what? Open your fucking purse and pull out some more money, bitch." "Let's do it. I'm good." "Baby!" Russell shouted at Yesenia. "Get out four bills!" "What the fuck you saying, Russell? You know I gotta pay the rent this week." "Just do it, baby. I got this." "You better know what you're doing. If you fuck this up, I'll cut you off." "Don't worry. I'm about to take care of business." Sergio peeled another four hundred dollar bills out of his pocket and handed them to Yesenia. "Keep these warm," he said. "I will like them to smell like your breasts when you give them back to me." "Shut the fuck up. You ain't ever gonna see this money again." Sergio walked back onto the court. Russell flipped the ball to him. Sergio dribbled to his right and launched a fifteen foot jumper. The ball clanged off the rim. Russell pounced on the rebound, dribbled to the line, and sank a twenty-one footer. The crowd whooped and hollered. "Fourteen, twelve. Time to get paid." Sergio handed the ball to Russell, who blew right past him and jammed home a thunderous dunk. "Game." Yesenia danced onto the court, shaking her ass and jiggling her breasts with every step. "I knew you could do it, baby. I knew it." "I told you it was in the bank. Nobody beats me here." "One more?" Sergio interrupted. "Bitch--haven't you learned your lesson yet?" "It would be rude to not give me a chance to win my money back, right?" "I gotta give you credit, Euro, you're learning. Give your money to Yesenia." "A thousand, this time?" "Sure, I'll take your thousand--cash only." Sergio reached into his pocket and counted ten hundred dollar bills. He folded them in half, handed the stack to Yesenia, and returned to the court. "One, two, three," Yesenia counted. "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, a thousand--it's all here, baby. Take him out." "Zero, zero," Sergio said, tossing the ball to Russell. Russell made the first shot, but his second shot clanged off the rim. Sergio grabbed the rebound and a sank a rainbow from the corner. He then rattled off six more shots before missing. The ball grazed Russell's fingers as it veered out of bounds. "Seven, one," Sergio growled as he flipped the ball to Russell. Russell slapped the ball with his massive black hand, but he held it rather than pass it back to Sergio. "Don't count your money yet, Euro," he said to Sergio. "I'm still gonna whip your ass." "I think I like my chances in this one," Sergio answered. "It's seven, one. Are you ready to finish it?" "Ho-hold on. Just a second. I'll tell you what. I'm so sure that you aren't going to score another point, I'll raise the bet to $3000. What do you say?" "It's seven, one. Are your American schools so bad that they don't teach you basic mathematics? Don't understand I am too far ahead of you?" "If you think it's a done deal, then put up the money--another $2000. What do you have to lose? Or don't you have that much cash?" "It will make me happy to take all of your money from you. But please, try to make another shot so I do not get arrested for robbery." "Just count out the bills and get ready to kiss them good-bye. I'm about to unleash a major league whooping on your white ass." Sergio counted out another two thousand dollars and handed them to Yesenia. Her eyes brightened as she counted the bills before stuffing them in the back pocket of her shorts. "Take it, bitch," Russell sneered at Sergio. Russell threw the ball at Sergio and then settled into a defensive crouch. Sergio caught the ball, dribbled back a step, and launched a shot from beyond the arc. The ball jangled in the rim, then bounced out. Russell scooped up the rebound and dribbled to the edge of the circle. "You better get out of my way, Euro," Russell chided, "unless you want to go home with Spalding tattooed all over your face." Russell bounced the ball twice, then blew past Sergio. He took off at the foul line, hung in the air for a few seconds, and then came down with a rim-rattling slam dunk. Sergio just stood at mid-court and stared. "Yeah, I recognize that stupid look on your face. I've seen it before. You're beginning to understand the kind of trouble you're in. I hope that wasn't your rent money or something like that, 'cause you must be smart enough to know by now that you aren't seeing any of that money coming back. It's mine, bitch. Mine. Accept the truth, and this will go easier for you. Fight it, and you'll think I'm fucking you in the ass with a cactus." Sergio retrieved the ball and tossed it to Russell. Russell sank his next six shots to take his first lead of the game at 8-7. "Do you wanna quit now, or should we continue?" "The game is to fifteen. You are only at eight." "Do you know who I am? This is Russell mother fucking Montgomery you're talking to. I never fucking lose. This is my park. These are my people. Ask anyone here. I never fucking lose. I can't lose." "So you say. Let's play." "Alright, bitch. But I'm done playing around with you. This game is over." "Do it, baby!" Yesenia cheered from the sideline. "Time to get paid!" Sergio bounced the ball to Russell. Russell grabbed the ball, dribbled right, faked to his left, then blew past Sergio--who went to the ground as he tried to catch up. Russell slammed an uncontested dunk. "What happened? Break your ankles again?" Russell taunted. "That shit happens sometimes, especially when you're playing against me. You should probably get an x-ray or something. Nine, seven." Sergio pulled himself off the ground, retrieved the ball, and limped back to the line. He handed the ball to Russell, then settled back to defend. Russell dribbled to his right, then reverse dribbled to his left, spinning around the hobbled Sergio--whose feet seemed to be anchored in cement. Russell pulled up and sank a ten footer over Sergio's outstretched arms. "Ten, seven. You ready to concede?" "No. We play. Double the bet?" Russell howled with laughter. "You're joking, right? You can't even run. Hell, you couldn't beat that little cocksucker, Jamal. You shouldn't even dream about playing me right now. You couldn't win if you was healthy, and you ain't healthy now. You're a fucking cripple. Face it, you can't win, bitch." "Are you afraid?" "Afraid of you? Aw, hell no. Hell no! Show me the money, and it's on." Sergio reached into his pocket and pulled out another three thousand dollars. He handed the bills to Yesenia, who stuffed them into her pocket. "You're taking me out tonight!" Yesenia shouted. "You hear me Russell? I'm putting on a dress and we're going out somewhere nice." "Anywhere you want, baby. It don't matter to me." "Ten, seven." Sergio glared, tossing the ball to Russell. Just as he did the previous time he had the ball, Russell dribbled right and then spun to his left. Sergio anticipated the move, slid into the lane, and deflected the ball away from Russell. He beat Russell to the lose ball, dribbled to the corner, and sank a twenty-one footer. "Ten, eight." Sergio made his next two shots to tie the game. He missed a turn around jumper from the top of the key, and Russell beat him to the rebound. Russell dribbled to the line, then streaked past Sergio and slammed the ball through the hole. "Eleven, ten." Over the next ten minutes the two men exchanged hard-earned baskets. Meanwhile, the crowd swelled in the afternoon heat. Money continued to exchange hands as bets were placed on every shot. Yesenia jumped up and down every time Russell made a shot, and cursed whenever Sergio scored. Wads of cash bulged out her pockets and her jiggling bikini top. "Fourteen all," Russell announced as he gasped for air. "Two more buckets, and I win," "You will not going to win. Two more buckets by me, and the money your little girlfriend is keeping warm will be mine. I will enjoy the scent of her big juicy breasts every time I spend a dollar of it." "Bitch, I'm going to take your money and then I'm gonna fuck you all the way back to Europe or wherever the hell your sorry ass came from. I'm gonna put a cap in your ass and then fuck your dead skull." "If you are so confident, then let's double the bet." "You're on, faggot." "Russell!" Yesenia shouted. "Be quiet!" Russell barked at Yesenia. "I've got this." "Let me see your money, first," Sergio said. "Let me see yours." "Show me yours and I show you mine, is it? OK, no problem. Give me five minutes to go to my car, and then I'll show you mine." "If you aren't back in five minutes, you forfeit. Understand?" "Like I say, there are no problems. And your girlfriend has your money?" "Don't worry, I've got it covered." Sergio turned around and jogged toward the fence. Jeers followed him as he exited through the gate and disappeared around the corner. "Russell, are you out of your fucking mind?" Yesenia screamed. "Shit, that mother fucker ain't coming back. In five minutes, all the money you're holding is ours." "And if he does?" "Then I take him down." "Baby, we don't have enough cash to cover the bet." "I said, don't worry about it. That shiny ass Euro-trash piece of shit can't beat me. I've been playing with that pussy all afternoon. I know every move he has, and when he's going to use them. Hell, I know what he's going to do even before he does. That bitch couldn't beat me on his best day. I've got that mother fucker right where I want him." "I think you're underestimating him. Think about it--why would a white guy who barely speaks English bring his ass down to this park to play if he didn't have game?" "Oh, he's got game. No doubt about that. He's just not in my league. I'm just saying..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah--you're just saying. That's what you always say right before you get your black ass in trouble. That's what you said the day you lost your job, the day you got our butts evicted from our last apartment, the day your baby mama got you arrested for violating the restraining order--I could go on and on." "Bitch! I'm working here. This park is my office. One more minute and we're six thousand dollars richer. Now go sit your fat ass down and wait for me to finish my business." A cheer went up from the crowd, the gate swung open, and Sergio jogged back onto the court. He was sporting a dry t-shirt and carrying a case of ice cold Gatorade, which he distributed to the crowd. "Six thousand dollars," he announced as he handed the stack of bills to Yesenia. "And now, where is your money?" "Don't worry. I'm good for it." "I have shown you mine, now it is time to see yours. Let me see it." "I said, I'm good for it. Everyone here knows that." "Mr. Russell, you and I are men. We have a bet. I obtained my money and produced it on the good faith of your promise to also obtain the money. Where I come from, if you cannot produce your money, then you have forfeited the bet and I win." "Russell! God damn you, Russell!" Yesenia screamed. "Bitch, I'm good for it! Now let's run." "Mr. Russell, if you cannot produce your money, then I will win. Do you have the money?" "Look, I'm good for the cash. Let's play." "I am sorry, Mr. Russell, but I am going to call this a forfeit." "Bitch, you can't beat me and you know it. You're starting to piss me off. Now, let's go." "Unless you can come up with another $6000 in cash or something of equal value, then I have already won." "What do you mean, 'equal value'?" "Do you have a watch, some gold jewelry?" "Not worth that much." "A car?" "I got a car." "Russell!" Yesenia screamed. "What kind of car?" Sergio asked. "Cadillac--CTS," Russell answered. "What year?" "2006." "Go get the title, sign it over to me, give it to your girlfriend along with the keys, and then we're good." "Russell!" Yesenia repeated. "You are not betting my car!" "Relax, baby. Everything's under control." "I am going to kill you. You know I need my car to get around town for work." "Bitch--I said everything's under control. This Euro pussy can't beat me." "Russell--I swear..." "Shut it, dammit. Go get the title and come right back." Yesenia stormed off the court. Russell high-fived some of the bystanders surrounding the court, while Sergio dribbled to the three-point line and practiced his shot. He clanged several shots off the rim, while Russell looked on and trash talked with the bystanders. Someone tossed a ball to Russell, who then turned and flipped it through the hoop without even looking at the basket. "I told ya," he said to the crowd, "I can't lose." Fifteen minutes later, Yesenia returned. With a pen and a small piece of blue paper in hand, she walked in Russell's direction. "You better know what the fuck you're doing, asshole," she barked. "This is my car, you know. We only put it in your name because of that IRS problem I had last year." "Your car's going to be fine. And after I sink two more shots, we'll have enough money to trade it in and get that Mercedes you wanted." "You promise?" "I promise. Now go sit down and shut the fuck up while I take care of business." Yesenia walked off the court. Russell took the ball and flipped it to Sergio. "Fourteen all," Sergio announced. "Win by two." Sergio tossed the ball to Russell. Russell dribbled right, spun around, and backed into Sergio. He faked right, then left, then right again. Russell backed up a step and launched a seventeen foot jumper from the right side of the court. Sergio leaped into the air and swatted the ball into the crowd. "Your ball," Sergio said. A bystander tossed the ball to Russell. Russell flipped the ball to Sergio, who slapped it back to Russell. Russell dribbled to his left, then cut to his right. He spun around Sergio and drove for the backboard. Russell dribbled once, then lunged toward the hoop. At the apex of his leap he rolled the ball off his fingers. Just as the ball was about to carom off the backboard and through the hoop, Sergio soared in from behind and pinned the ball against the steel surface. Sergio retrieved the rebound and dribbled back to the circle. Astonished, Russell stood still for a second before hustling to the center of the court. "Check?" Sergio asked. "Play it." Russell answered. Sergio jumped into the air and launched the ball. Russell jumped to block it, but his fingers caught only air. The ball sailed through the hoop, touching only chain. Russell stared in disbelief, then retrieved the ball and threw it at Sergio. "Fifteen, fourteen," he said. "Game point," Sergio added. Sergio took the ball and dribbled to his right. He backed Russell into the corner, and then spun back toward the center of the court. He dribbled left, then right, then left again. He waited until Russell's ankles were pointed in two different directions, and then accelerated past him. Sergio jumped at the rim and slammed the ball through with both hands. "Game!" he yelled. The crowd went silent for a second, and then pandemonium broke out. Half the crowd whooped and hollered, happy to see Russell finally lose. The other half was stunned, unable to accept the possibility that Russell could actually be defeated. Every baller there had lost money to him. Some were hustled for twenty-five dollars, others for much more. One person was off by himself, drinking in the moment. Jamal stood beneath the rim at the far end of the court, an insane grin painted on his face. While he would have been happy just to witness the defeat of his nemesis, having played an active part in Russell's downfall made the moment so much sweeter. His gaze swept back and forth from Russell's shocked face to Sergio's exultant swagger. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Yesenia sneaking through the commotion. "Yesenia?" Sergio called into the crowd. "Yesenia!" Standing a head taller than everyone except Russell, Sergio had little difficulty locating Yesenia as she edged her way through the crowd in the direction of the gate. Sergio locked eyes with Jamal and then tilted his head toward Yesenia. Jamal nodded, and then strode in Yesenia's direction. He intercepted her before she could leave the court. "Going somewhere, Yesenia?" Jamal asked. "Get out of my way," she sneered. "Don't you have a little unfinished business?" "I don't know what you're talking about. Now get the fuck out of my way." "I'm not going anywhere. You've got something in your pocket that no longer belongs to you." "What does this have to do with you?" "Nothing, really. I just want to make sure Russell pays his bets. You've certainly collected enough money when Russell wins--especially from me." "Did you...?" "Yesenia!" Sergio bellowed. "That is your name, right--Yesenia?" "Leave me alone." "Just give me the keys and the title and you'll never see me again." "You can't have them. It's my car. I need it for work." "It's my car now." "Russell!" Yesenia screamed. "Russell! Get your ass over here!" Russell forced his towering, sweaty body through the crowd. By the time he reached Yesenia, a circle of onlookers surrounded her and Sergio. "Let's go, Jess," Russell mumbled. "Hold on," Sergio interrupted. "Nobody is going anywhere until you hand over the title and keys." "Fuck you, bitch," Russell said without conviction. "I'm taking my girl and we're going home." "Not before we settle up." "Jess, give him his money," Russell said to Yesenia. "Take the money, and we'll call it even. You can't have the car." "Mr. Russell, that's not how I do business. We made a wager. We played. You lost. I win the car. That's all there is to it." "Listen, Euro-asshole. You can't have the car. I don't know how you beat me, but you can't have it. Now just take your money and go." "Mr. Russell, I don't have time for this. I'm not going to ask you again. Give me the title and the keys, and then you are free to go." "Free to go?! What the fuck are you talking about, bitch? This is my park. These are my people. Nobody's going to let you walk out of here with the keys to my car." Sergio nodded. Click. A hulking figure with a shaved head and sunglasses placed a gun barrel to the back of Russell's head. "Mr. Russell--my car keys." "Russell!" Yesenia screamed. "That's my car! Russell! Russell!" "I was afraid you would renege on our wager, Mr. Russell, so I took the liberty of calling my bodyguards." Sergio nodded at two armed brutes milling about the crowd. "Who the fuck are you?" Russell asked. "Let me introduce myself. I am Sergio--Sergio de la Cruz. Now, the title and my keys?" "Give them to him, Jess." "Russell! No! I have to work tomorrow morning! I'll lose my job if I don't give Mr. Whitaker his shots by eight." "Jess, it's over. There's a gun pressed against my head. Give him the keys. You can take the bus." "Please!" Yesenia sobbed. "Please! I have to work! I'm a nurse! I have to be at Mrs. Sylvester's apartment to change her oxygen tank by two. I don't have time to wait for the bus." "Yesenia?" Sergio asked. "Please! It's not his car. It's mine--it's always been mine. I can't work without it. I have to be able to get around the city. Please! Russell, do something!" "Sergio...Mr. Cruz..." Russell pleaded. "Sr. de la Cruz," Sergio corrected. "Sr. de la Cruz. Let's play one more game--double or nothing." "Mr. Russell, you've lost everything. You don't have anything else to bet. If you did, I wouldn't own your girlfriend's car. I'm afraid there is no point to play another game." Desperate Measures: The Baller "Please. Let's talk, man-to-man. There has to be some way we can work this out." "What do you have in mind?" "I don't know. There has to be something I can do." "There is one way." "How? I'll do whatever you want." "Do you want to drive this car home?" "Yes." "Then get down on your knees and suck my cock, bitch." "What?" "You heard me. Suck my cock--right here, right now. You told everyone that after you won you were going to put a cap in my ass and fuck my skull. Well, you didn't win--I won. So, I'm going to fuck your skull." A roar of laughter rose up from the crowd. "You Euro-trash faggot! I ain't sucking nobody's dick! Keep the fucking piece-of-shit car!" "Is that your final answer?" "Hell yes. Keep the car, faggot." "Russell!" Yesenia sobbed. "Do something! I need my car!" "You want the car that bad? Then you suck his dick!" The crowd broke out into a chant. "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" "Let me go," Russell mumbled. "Jess, let's go." "No! I need my car." "Jess!" "I can't, Russell. You know I can't. I'll get fired if I can't make it to my appointments." "You stay, then. I'm leaving." "Take him away," Sergio ordered. The man with the gun directed Russell to the gate. "Jess! Let's go! Now!" Russell yelled in her direction. "I need my god damn car!" Yesenia cried. "I need it. I'll lose my job. You know I can't work without my car." Russell exited through the gate with Sergio's bodyguard in tow. The bodyguard marched him to the corner, then watched him walk away. Yesenia stared in Russell's direction until he disappeared around the corner. She turned and looked up at Sergio, her moist eyes pleading. "Please?" Sergio looked down at Yesenia. Salty tears were streaming down her checks. Her mascara-streaked face was framed by the dark curls of her sweat-soaked hair. Her breasts were almost entirely visible beneath the small triangles of fabric holding them in place. "Please, Mr. de la Cruz?" Sergio tossed the basketball to Jamal. He put his hands on the waistband of his shorts, pulled them to his knees, grabbed his limp cock, and said, "Suck it." "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" Yesenia looked around the park. More tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to feign defiance, but she didn't have the energy. She sank to her knees, wrapped her small hand around the flaccid shaft, and examined the cock in her palm. It was wet with sweat, pale against her caramel-colored skin, and much bigger than she expected. The crowd closed in around Yesenia and Sergio, forming a tight ring that blocked the view of them from the street. "Jamal!," Sergio called. "Toss me a towel from my bag!" Jamal located Sergio's duffel bag, removed a towel, and tossed it to him. Sergio caught the towel, folded it, and wiped Yesenia's face. He then handed her the towel. "Put it under your knees," he directed. "Please," she sobbed. "Don't make me do it." "Unless you can pay me the money I'm owed, it's the only way you're driving away in that car." Yesenia rocked back on her toes, placed the towel on the pavement, and knelt on it. She looked up at Sergio, who was slowly rotating his hips, swinging his cock from side to side. "It's up to you," he said. Yesenia's shoulders sagged. She grabbed Sergio's cock, parted her lips, and kissed the crown. She inhaled his male aroma--pungent from his prior exertions--and swallowed the head. The shaft swelled and lengthened as she closed her lips around the glans. The taste of sweat and musk overwhelmed her tongue, assaulted her brain and brought more water to her eyes. The shaft swelled in her mouth, filling her cheeks as it became rigid. She swirled her tongue around the head, bathing it with her saliva, and tickling the head with the curled tip. "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" The sound of the crowd flooded her ears. Her face got hotter and her eyes got wetter. Yesenia reached up with her free hand and cupped Sergio's nut sack. His hairy balls were even sweatier than his cock. She closed her eyes as the cock grew to its full length. She wrapped her hand around the base and bobbed her head back and forth, swallowing as much of the shaft as could fit into her mouth. Sergio's cock wasn't quite as long as Russell's, but it was much thicker--it stretched her jaws to their maximum. Yesenia used all of her concentration to avoid scraping her teeth on the meaty shaft gliding past her lips. "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" Tears continued to roll down Yesenia's cheeks. Between the evening sun and her shame, her face had never been hotter. She blocked out crowd's derisive chanting and focused her full attention on the cock filling her mouth. She applied a slight pressure to Sergio's nut sack with her left hand, and stroked the base of the shaft with her right. "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" The heat spread from her flushed face to her heaving breasts. Her nipples hardened into pebbles visible through her bikini. They had become just as rigid as the cock that was stretching her jaws. The men closest to her pointed at her nipples and whistled. Yesenia ignored the derisive jeers, and instead focused her attention on the cock in her mouth. "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" Sergio grasped the thick black hair on either side of Yesenia's bobbing face. He held her head in place and then thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his cock to the back of her throat. He pushed the shaft past her lips until her gag reflex kicked in and Yesenia coughed. A stream of saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest. "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" Another flush of heat surged through Yesenia's body. The burning in her face spread past her breasts, across her belly, and found a home in her crotch. Her skin was on fire, but all she could think about was the cock in her mouth and the two hands clutching her hair. Sergio glanced at Jamal, nodded toward Yesenia, and then made a motion with his hands. Jamal returned a puzzled look. Sergio repeated the motion, circling his fingers and then spreading them apart. Jamal pointed at Yesenia and copied Sergio's motion. Sergio nodded in approval. Jamal knelt behind Yesenia, untied her bikini top, and pulled it away. Her heavy, sweaty breasts were exposed to the crowd. The onlookers gasped. The men--many of them grabbing their crotches--shouted their approval, while some of the women derided her as a whore. Everyone with a cell phone snapped pictures. Yesenia continued sucking Sergio's cock. She was so intent on the task, that she seemed unaware that her breasts were on public display. Sergio once again made eye contact with Jamal. He pressed the thumb and fore-finger of each hand together and pointed at Yesenia. Jamal pointed to himself, repeated the motion, and looked back at Sergio. Sergio nodded. Jamal's hands circled Yesenia's torso, found her stiff nipples, and pinched them. "Aaaaaaaaaah!," she moaned. Yesenia's focus had been confined to the cock sawing back and forth in her mouth. She did not notice the heat spreading throughout her body. She had paid no attention to the hands loosening the straps on her bikini top. But when Jamal's fingers squeezed her nipples, a firestorm erupted in her body. Her legs buckled as a wave of pleasure wracked her torso. When Jamal squeezed a second time--harder, longer and more insistent--Yesenia almost fell over. She lost her grip on Sergio's balls, and the shaft slipped out of her mouth. "Again," she panted. "Pinch them again." Jamal squeezed her nipples one more time. Yesenia became aware of the heat between her thighs. She realized that the moisture inside her panties wasn't merely sweat--it was that, but it was also a liquid manifestation of the need that was on the verge of overwhelming her. The shame and humiliation had not diminished; they were subsumed in the heat spreading from her nipples and thighs. Sergio placed a hand on the back of Yesenia's head and pushed her face against his cock. She looked up, locked eyes with him, and opened her mouth. She swallowed as much of the shaft as she could take. She wanted to swallow all of it, but her mouth wouldn't stretch wide enough to do so. She bobbed her head furiously, eager to taste his juice. "SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" Sergio felt his pleasure rising. He looked at Jamal and signaled for him to pinch Yesenia's nipples again. Jamal knelt behind Yesenia and squeezed. A wave of pleasure spread from her nipples to her crotch and exploded in her brain. Yesenia redoubled her efforts, eager to bring Sergio to the apex. She tasted the first drops of precum and instantly felt another gush of heat and moisture. Her hand was a blur on Sergio's shaft while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt his balls contract, and knew that the moment of release was imminent. Sergio extracted his cock from Yesenia's mouth, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and held her face inches from his cock. "No!" she called. "Let me finish you, Papi!" "Not this time." "Please, Papi, please!" Sergio stroked his cock with one hand while he held Yesenia by the hair with the other. He pumped his shaft four times; a jet of cum erupted from the tip and splashed on her cheek. A second blast hit her on the nose, and the next one hit her chin. Sergio continued stroking as he ejaculated all over her face. Yesenia was glazed with a thick coating of sticky semen that dripped from her face and collected on her breasts. The crowd erupted in applause. Yesenia snapped out of her daze, realized that she was on her knees and topless, and hurried to cover her breasts. She picked up the towel and wiped her face. "Can I have my car now?" Yesenia asked. Sergio tossed her the keys. "And the title?" she added. "I'm keeping the title," Sergio responded. "You said if I sucked your dick I could have my car back!" "I said you could drive it home. I'm still owed $12,000.00." "That's not my problem. I sucked your dick. I did what you told me to do." "And I'm doing what I said I would do--I'm letting you drive your car home. Now, if you want to keep driving it, you'll have to either pay me the money I'm owed or come and see me at my hotel tomorrow morning." "Fuck you. You're never seeing my brown ass again." "That's up to you. But if you aren't at my hotel room by eight o'clock tomorrow morning with the car and the keys, then I'm reporting it stolen. You'll be in jail by noon. It's your choice." "Asshole." "Russell is the asshole. I'm the nice guy here. Unfortunately, you're caught in the middle. But I'm letting you drive off in my car, so I think you should show a little more respect toward me." "Fuck off, prick." "I understand why you are upset, Yesenia. Nonetheless, you have a decision to make, and you have until 8:00 a.m. to make it. If you have not appeared at my room by that time, then your situation will immediately get much worse." "Where are you staying?" "Jamal will give you the information. And make sure you come alone. Security won't allow Russell in the building, and I won't let you come up to my room if there is anyone with you. See you tomorrow, I hope." Sergio pulled up his shorts, packed up his gear, and left. "Who is that mother fucker?" Yesenia asked. "That's Sergio de la Cruz," Jamal answered. "He used to play for Real Madrid. He's the five time scoring champion and two time MVP of Liga ACB, the Spanish professional basketball league. He's the most famous basketball player in all of Europe." "How the fuck do you know him?" "Well, he was lost and I gave him directions, and then the next thing I know we're sitting in a bar having a beer. And now I'm meeting him for dinner later tonight." "He's kind of cute." "He's a cutthroat. He was toying with Russell, you know. Poor bastard never had a chance." "Why did you let him take my car?" "It wasn't my fault, Yesenia. I left work early, but by the time I got here, it was too late. The bet had already been made. Besides, Russell always said the CTS was his car. I didn't know it was really yours." "Stupid bastard." "Me, or Russell?" "Both of you bitches." "So, what are you going to do?" "Well, apparently I have an appointment tomorrow morning. I need my car. I guess he liked the way I sucked his dick." "You know he's going to want more than a blow job, right?" "Then I suppose I should be ready for anything. I'll find out tomorrow morning."