by Amy Stephens
Shit! Then it hit me. If I didn’t go into work today, there’d be no way for me to get my paycheck. Now, it’d be Monday before I’d have the money to take care of the situation. Once the boat pulled out, there was no way of getting down to the dock unless I could bum a ride. I wasn’t sure how they’d take to me showing up to get my check and not being able to stay and work. Not to mention, I’d mean me missing out on a full day’s pay, too.
I was only getting angrier by the minute. Then I had an idea.
***
Javier opened the front door, and I immediately apologized for obviously having awakened him. It was early, but I had things to take care of.
“What the fuck, dude? Do you know what time it is?” Javier mumbled and stretched his arms above his head. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts.
“I’m sorry to wake you up so early, man, but I need a favor. I’m in a bit of a situation.”
Javier’s eyes lit up, and now that I had his full attention, I proceeded to tell him what had happened at home.
“Come inside.”
He opened the door the rest of the way, and I stepped inside the house. I smelled something cooking, and it made my stomach rumble, reminding me that I hadn’t stopped long enough to grab a bite. Food was the last thing I’d had on my mind. I heard someone moving around in the kitchen, no doubt his grandmother, and I wondered if she’d remember me from years ago.
“I’m telling you, Jaime. I can hook you up. You don’t have to live this way. Your family don’t need this shit happening.” He was quick to throw this at me after I’d fully explained everything to him. He stepped over to close off the living room door, apparently not wanting his grandmother to hear what he had to say.
“But…” I began.
“No buts. You want money, I got work. It’s that simple.”
He threw the offer out there for me, and it was up to me to take him up on it. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t resort to that kind of work again, but what choice did I have right now? How was I going to get the power turned back on?
He could see I was having a difficult time deciding what to do. He knew I was hard-up for money and desperate for my family’s sake.
“Just one more time. And never again,” I finally agreed. “It scared the shit out of me last time, and I didn’t like constantly looking over my shoulder. That place gave me the creeps.”
“You’ll be fine. Just calm your ass down.” He chuckled, amused at the way I acted. “I’ll give you the money right now to take care of your business, but be back here tonight at nine. Don’t be late, and don’t you dare think about dodging me either. We’ll make a run and then we’ll call it even, okay?”
It was that simple? Javier was willing to do that for me?
He walked to a pair of jeans that were tossed over the back of the sofa and pulled out a couple hundred dollar bills that were shoved into the front pocket. “Here. Handle your shit. See you tonight,” he said and passed them to me. He’d pulled out the money as if it meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.
***
Later that night, at a quarter to nine, I knocked on the front door to Javier’s. At first, I didn’t think anyone was going to answer, but then I heard some shuffling going on from the inside. A young, pretty Latino girl opened the door, taking me by surprise.
I heard giggling coming from inside. “Is Javier here?” I asked.
“Sure, this way.” She reached for my hand and pulled me behind her. I didn’t need her assistance, but I realized she wasn’t letting go. Her hand was tiny, petite, and I felt the silky softness of hers as she firmly wrapped her fingers around mine.
Javier was seated on the couch wearing nothing but jeans and his boots. A lamp was on in the corner and the TV was muted. His feet were propped on the coffee table, and a cute redhead was cuddled up next to his bare chest. She barely looked legal and continued to giggle while she ran her hands over his body, oblivious to me being in the room. I noticed his pants were unfastened, and I quickly looked away, unsure what I’d just walked in on.
“Sorry to interrupt. Did I get the time wrong?” I felt terrible for barging in on Javier’s little escapade. Well, damn, not only did he have money, he had access to hot babes as well.
“No, man, come join us. This is Brittany.” He indicated the one beside him. “And that’s Lucy. Girls, tell Jaime hello.”
There was more giggling between the two of them, and Lucy walked me to the chair opposite the sofa where Javier sat with Brittany. I took a seat, and she dropped my hand long enough to sit on my lap. It didn’t take long before she stroked the side of my face with the back of her tiny hand.
What the hell was going on here?
“Relax, man, have some fun,” Javier told me as he turned the television sound on and resumed his focus on Brittany. He could see from my expression I wasn’t sure what to make of everything.
Honestly, I didn’t know what to say or do. Javier had been having some fun with the ladies and, obviously, now he was willing to share. Was this part of his plan?
Brittany climbed on top him, then took off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Javier wasted no time moving his hands up to cup and massage her tiny breasts.
I felt as if I stared at them until Lucy shifted on my lap, reminding me that she was there. I looked at her. She slid her tongue over her candy-apple-red, luscious lips. Lucy was hot, no doubt, and with her olive-brown skin tone, she was a pretty little thing. I’d barged in on some kinky shit I hadn’t expected.
Brittany moaned, and the sound of her heels falling to the floor made me jerk my head around to see what was going on with her and Javier. Lucy reached up and turned it back around to face her, instead of them, and kissed my neck, slowly working her way up to my jaw, then my ear. She made little smacking noises, and it took everything within me not to respond to her. My dick hardened, and I used my free hand to shift it in my jeans. I brought my other up to the back of Lucy’s head and pulled her to me. It was no use. She had me under her spell.
We kissed on the lips a few times before she inserted her tongue into my mouth. She tasted of cotton candy, and I wondered what’d been going on between the three of them before I’d arrived. Lucy reached down to unfasten my jeans, and I admit it was a relief to have my cock free from the strain of my zipper. She teasingly rubbed it through my underwear, then pulled them down, too. My dick stood straight out, and I wondered what she’d think if I nudged her head down toward it. Ah, what I wouldn’t do for some relief.
It’d been so long since I’d last been with a girl, and I wasn’t sure playing around with Javier’s “girl toys” was what I wanted to do right now. It was nice having Lucy pay me the attention, but she was just something for the night. Trouble, no less. I’d probably never see her again, not that I wanted to either, and I had to ask myself if I was up for the cheap thrill. She seemed willing and, well, she’d gotten my mind off my worries for the moment.
She lifted my shirt, and I let her take it the rest of the way off. I looked at the other two again, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I felt uncomfortable getting all cozy with Lucy with the others just a few feet away, but they weren’t paying attention to us, not in the least. Brittany was straddled atop Javier, riding him as fast as her little body could go. Her grunts could barely be heard over the sound of the television that I hadn’t even realized he’d unmuted, and I wondered if Javier had done so to keep his grandmother from walking in on him. Or maybe she was used to this behavior of his.
Lucy unbuttoned her blouse, and as it fell from her shoulders, she forced her tiny tits in my face. What was it with both women being small-breasted? She wore a lace push-up bra that gave her a little bit of cleavage, but without it, she pretty much had nothing up top. She picked up my hands and placed them on her bra. She guided them around, not being very subtle with what she wanted me to do. There was absolutely nothing wrong with a woman who took control.
Not believing what I was about to ge
t into, I looked down at my watch and saw it was already nine thirty. Didn’t we have to be somewhere?
I swear, I didn’t really want to be doing this. It honestly wasn’t my thing, but I gave in to her and reached around to unfasten her bra. She stood and let her mini-skirt fall to the floor. Next, she slid down her panties before crawling back on top me again. She looked so young sitting on my lap with nothing on.
Her tits were barely developed, but she didn’t mind shoving them in my face. She pushed them together and leaned down to place one at the edge of my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked her nipple, teasing it. I could play her game, too. My dick was rock hard, but this chick wasn’t someone I wanted to screw. Play around with? Okay. But to screw? I didn’t think so. Hell, I knew nothing about her--except for her name--or where she’d been previously. I wasn’t going there with her. She was persistent, but no matter how hard she tried, I wouldn’t have sex with her. No way! She could go down on me all she wanted, but I wasn’t going to let her ride me.
I clamped down on her nipple and held it between my teeth. She let out a soft moan, and I wondered if what I was doing was actually turning her on or if it was just part of her performance. I flicked my tongue back and forth a couple times, and when I let go, I saw she’d been using her hand to massage between her legs. So, I was getting to her after all. Once she realized I’d focused my attention on her, she leaned back and spread her legs apart as far as she could. First, she inserted one of her fingers inside her, then proceeded to use two. In and out, as quickly as she could thrust them, all while keeping her gaze on me. She was putting on one hell of a show!
I found myself getting lost in the heat of the moment and hadn’t realized at first that Brittany now kneeled beside me, watching Lucy in action. She grasped my cock, and when I looked down, Brittany’s mouth was just inches from the head. I looked over at Javier, and he rubbed his own cock, getting off on the ladies showering me with their lavishness.
No, I couldn’t have my so-called friend getting turned-on that way. It was disgusting, sickening. No man was going to watch me or the girls’ attempts to torture me with their sexual enactments.
Brittany leaned over to share a kiss with Lucy, then lowered her head back down to my dick. I wanted to sit up and push her off me, but I couldn’t move. They had me trapped. Lucy attempted, once again, to rub her breasts in my face and showed no signs of stopping any time soon. She was that persistent. Suddenly, Brittany placed her entire mouth around the head of my dick, then shoved it deeply. It hit the back of her throat, and suddenly, the tension built.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I completely forgot all about Javier jacking off on the couch.
I lifted my hips up and down, slowly at first, then I couldn’t stop. Brittany took all of me, moving rapidly. I felt the heat rising, and it wasn’t long before I was close to coming. I clamped down hard on Lucy’s nipple again, and she yelled out.
“Oh, Jaime, don’t stop. Bite it more, baby.” She screamed as she ran her fingers through my hair.
Brittany continued to suck me off and then it happened. The white, milky substance emerged from the tip and it flowed all over the place like an erupting volcano. It’d been so long since I’d last been with a woman, and the pent-up release felt extraordinary, even if it had been caused from this sick, twisted situation there at Javier’s.
What the fuck just happened?
I jumped up out of the chair and fumbled my jeans that were now at my ankles. Lucy and Brittany struggled not to fall to the floor after I’d pushed them off me. They looked shocked, hurt. Almost as if they’d done something wrong. I wasn’t falling for their innocent scheme.
“What the hell is going on here, Javier?” I yelled. He was still massaging himself.
“Dude, chill.” He jumped up, unaware of what had just taken place. “I thought you needed to relax a little bit. Looked to me like you were enjoying yourself. Guess I was wrong. Don’t get so bent out of shape.”
“I don’t do shit like that. I don’t disrespect women. How could you put me in that situation?” I bellowed, not even the least bit ashamed of the two naked girls who were now sitting off to the side.
“Look, you’re in need of my help, but you need to take a fucking chill pill or this ain’t happening. You hear me? I will not let you work with me acting like a fucking prick, okay?” He reached up underneath my neck to grab a fistful of my shirt, and I knew then I was way in over my head.
I didn’t like Javier’s tone with me. Not. One. Bit. I went there to do a job, not get sidetracked.
Both girls got dressed in the corner. I wasn’t sure if they were frightened by my sudden outburst or if they were just pissed that neither of them got any benefit from whatever it was they were about to do to me.
“Which way’s your bathroom?” I demanded.
“Down the hall there, first door to the right. Don’t come back out here ‘til you got your shit together. Understood?” Javier was stern with me, but I paid him no attention.
“Screw you, man.” I glared back at him as I spoke, but he was right. I needed to calm down. I needed to refocus. Using the girls like that wasn’t the way to settle me down.
After I flipped the light on, I noticed the bathroom was a sickly green color, and the wallpaper was peeling in certain areas. It was tacky and outdated, but my bathroom at home wasn’t any better. Javier might drive a gorgeous, souped-up car, but the way he lived with his grandmother proved he was still “one of us.”
I turned on the water in the sink and splashed cold water on my face. I reached for the towel that hung beside the medicine cabinet and patted it dry. I continued to let the water run until it was warm, then placed a washcloth that I’d found underneath the sink under the stream.
I looked down at the front of my pants. The stains left on the outside were beginning to dry and harden, and I wanted to get as much of it cleaned off me as I could. I still couldn’t believe I’d let Lucy and Brittany put the moves on me.
I jumped suddenly when there was a loud pounding on the door.
“You done in there?” Javier called out.
“Be done in a sec.”
“We got to go, man. Hurry the fuck up.”
Screw him. He was the reason we were running late in the first place.
I did my best to finish wiping off, then tucked my shirt back inside my jeans. I still didn’t like the feeling of my clothes being damp, but hopefully they’d dry soon. I opened the door and walked to the living room. Javier stood at the front door with his hand propped on the doorframe. He looked impatient but, hell, it wasn’t my fault. There was no sign of the girls.
“’Bout time you got out here. We got business to tend to.”
He walked out the door, leaving me standing there. Had I not reached up to stop the screen door, it would’ve hit me square in the face. His attitude needed to change, right then and there.
We hopped inside the Mustang, and the purr of the engine sounded sweet to my ears. The previous tension between us was pushed to the back of my mind, quickly forgotten.
“This is one bad baby you got here, man.” I reached up and ran my hand over the dash once we’d gotten inside. Javier had also installed a sound system, and the base thumped pretty loudly. He reached up to turn down the volume so he could hear me.
“Yeah, well, you could drive one of these too, you know.” He was quick to throw this back in my face. “But you got to stop being so uptight.”
“Javier, I can’t get into any trouble.” I wanted to remind him about Momma, about her being out of work, and the kids needing to be taken care of, but he didn’t care to hear about any of that. He was living the good life at full force.
Truth be known, I guess in some ways I was just a little envious.
We cruised down the strip with the windows down, music blaring. He honked his horn when a carload of pretty girls passed by. They waved and tried to get us to follow them, but Javier took us elsewhere.
I guessed this was it. It was
time to do our “job.”
He turned the car into a parking spot in front of the Seven-Eleven and went inside. I waited in the car and as he walked to the back of the store, he opened one of the cooler doors and pulled out what looked to be a six-pack of beer. At the front counter, he carried on a conversation with the sales clerk, and I just assumed by the way they were getting on that they knew each other. Eventually, Javier walked back out to the car with a brown paper bag in the crook of his arm.
He got back inside and handed the bag to me. At first, I didn’t’ think anything about it. I figured this was just a stop on the way before we got to wherever we were going to make the deal.
“Can you hand me a beer?” he asked when he’d gotten back on the road again, not at all concerned that he was driving. I mean, it was just one beer, but one sometimes turned into two or three. It’d been a long time since I’d hung out with Javier, and I didn’t know what his tolerance was. Just like I hadn’t known the other things about him either.
I reached inside the bag, but what my hand brushed over was not the top of a beer. Instead, there was a small package.
Shit! It had happened right in front of me and I’d never even known it. It’d been that quick and simple.
“What the hell?” I quickly pulled my hand back out of the bag, but all Javier could do was laugh at my reaction.
“It don’t bite.”
“You could have at least told me there was something other than beer in here.” I jabbed at his arm that rested on the console between both seats.
“Relax. Now, can you hand me my beer? And get yourself one while you’re at it. Lord knows you need one.” He reached over and playfully shoved my shoulder.
Yeah, he was right. Maybe I did need one, too.
I placed the paper bag on the floorboard between my feet. I felt as if my legs were actually trying to grip it as Javier cruised down the highway. For a moment, I seriously thought I was losing my mind.
