JOE, BUBBLES & BUTTONS

by Benjamin J. Patterson

  Joe,

  Bubbles

  and

  Buttons

  A Novella

  Benjamin J. Patterson

  JOE, BUBBLES & BUTTONS

  Copyright © 2015 Benjamin J. Patterson

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. All questions and/or request are to be submitted to: 134 Andrew Drive, Reidsville NC, 27320.

  To the best of said publishers knowledge, this is an original manuscript and is the sole property of the author BENJAMIN J. PATTERSON.

  Printed in the United States of America

  Printed by Createspace 2015

  Published by BlaqRayn Publishing Plus 2015

  Prologue

  Uughh.... What the hell happened? " Joe mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes and struggled to regain his senses.

  As Joe became aware of his situation, he realized he was in a strange room bound to a chair with ropes and completely naked. Joe slowly surveyed the room in hopes of getting some clue as to where he was, how he ended up here and why he was here.

  Due to Joe's position in the room, he was able to see out a window through a fold at the edge of the curtain. Joe struggled to focus his eyes on the outside environment until he saw a large red and green neon sign that read “Outbound Motel.”

  "Outbound Motel... how the fuck did I end up here!" Joe voiced.

  From Joe's last memory, he had just left a diner in south Florida where he had been approached by two unknown women... then everything went black. Maybe that encounter was the beginning of his journey to that motel or maybe that was some sort of dream sequence, Joe thought, until the bathroom door opened.

  As the door suddenly opened, Joe's dream sequence quickly became a real life situation with him now being face-to-face with one of the women from his memory and boy was she a sight for sore eyes.

  Along with her too being completely naked, from her feet to her neck she was a lucky man's sexual delight but, unfortunately, her face, her only flaw, soured her voluptuous frame. She stood about six feet something and was thick in all the right places...thighs, hips, ass and beasts. Her face though, on the sour note, was covered by more craters than the surface of the moon. It was covered in multiple cuts, scars and bruises, evident of a violent life.

  Besides her weathered face, the only thing preventing Joe from obtaining an immediate hard-on was uncertainty and fear of what had happened to him and what was about to happen to him.

  "You finally awake, huh, mystery man”, she asked Joe as she slowly approached him.“Now why exactly were you following us? "

  Three years earlier...

  The Florida State Maximum Security Correctional Institute was alive with activity as they prepared to receive the two most wanted criminals in the known world.. Bubbles and Buttons.

  1

  Introducing The Sexy and Sultry Bubbles and Buttons

  Bubbles and Buttons were two highly promiscuous strippers working at the infamous Bandits Strip Club and they readily agreed to wild sex with club patrons as long as the price was right. Men would come from all corners of the globe to experience their boundless levels of sexual pleasure and their welcoming of violent deviant acts.

  On this particular night, a Russian Mobster by the name of Marco made a visit to the club wanting to find out for himself if the rumors of the two were fabled or realistic. Marco was a six foot smooth faced Russian with solid black hair.

  Bubbles and Buttons earned their names from the nature of their sexual exhibition. When the show started, all the lights in the club were turned out except for numerous multicolored strobe lights that flicked about the dark as cigarette smoke filled air. Shadows of two naked women emerged momentarily as a bubble bath filled tub rolled onto center stage; they quickly disappeared into the darkness.

  A slow, sensuous song resonated through the speakers of the club as a bubble covered figure rose from beneath the waters, seductively starting her dance while she sponged herself down; completely captivating the audience.

  Marco’s eyes widened as he leaned forward in his seat, watching intently as Bubbles gyrated and wiggled to the beat of the music. She then stepped out the tub, exposing her slim and sexy nude frame, causing instant erections in the crowd.

  Bubbles slowly walked off stage onto the floor, approaching a table in front of the stage roped off from the rest of the audience like some sort of V.I.P section. Another woman sat at that table silent and still, anticipating Bubbles arrival.

  The darkness of the club shrouded the woman's appearance until two of the strobes lights revealed her wearing a long, buttoned down trench coat. Bubbles moved to stand behind the woman and began to softly caress her body as she continued her routine. The mysterious woman stood, towering over Bubbles with a six foot frame, faced her.

  Bubbles slowly unbuttoned the woman's trench coat to expose her naked, voluptuous, Amazonian frame as a voice suddenly came over the club's loudspeakers. ...

  "GENTLEMAN I NOW INTRODUCE YOU TO THE SEXY AND SULTRY BUBBLES AND BUTTONS! "

  The club lights in flashed on, giving the onlookers a better view of the show at hand. Buttons grabbed Bubbles by her waist and carefully hoisted her onto the table, laid her back and propped her legs on her shoulders drawing anticipation of some hot girl on girl action. Buttons then placed her hands on the inner thighs of Bubbles and began eagerly lapping and munching on her soft spot.

  “Mmm....” Bubbles purred in ecstasy as Buttons drove her tongue deep into her.

  By this time, men in the club had pulled out, satisfying themselves to the erotic display.

  Marco rose from his chair, making his way towards the women but was stopped at the ropes by two brawny bodyguards. He stepped back, reached into his pocket and pulled out a large roll of hundred dollar bills which instantly drew the attention of the performing women.

  "Hold on Bruno, we want a private dance with this one," Bubbles said to one of the bodyguards. The two continued the exhibition for another few minutes before ending their show. Once they were finished, other strippers came out to entertain the rest of the crowd while Bruno escorted Bubbles, Buttons and Marco to a private area.

  "So what's your pleasure stranger?" Bubbles asked as she and Buttons slowly undressed Marco.

  Marco put the large wad of cash he took out of his pocket on a table in front of them along with another wad he took out of his other pocket.

  "Ten thousand dollars and this is mere pennies," Marco said in a strong Russian accent.

  Bubbles picked up the money her eyes locking like Buttons' on the wad as if they were in a state of hypnosis, huge smiles streaked across their faces.

  "What do we have to do," Bubbles eagerly asked.

  “My name is Marco and I am a very wealthy and powerful international business man. My clientele and I earned our power through hard work and in return we play harder; especially when it comes to the physical pains and pleasures of life...”

  “You will work for me and I will help you become stronger women so you will be able to fully fulfill the appetites of my clientele, but first I must see if your current skills are as I hear. "

  “After we show you our current skills, you won't think anything needs any refinements.. let's take 'em to outer space Buttons” Bubbles said, raising Marco's shirt and biting Marco's burly. hairy chest, while Buttons pulled off his pants to lavishly stroke his dick.

  "Suck me and fuck me you fuckin' dirty sluts!" Marco demanded in his strong Russian accent.

  “Ooooh...I like that” Buttons said in a strong sexy
voice as she lowered her mouth over Marco's now erect dick.

  "Now you come here and let me taste your pussy," Marco demanded to Bubbles.

  “Ooh you kinky” Bubbles responded, as she climbed over Buttons and into Marco's arms cautiously. "I hope you ain't gonna drop me..."

  Marco interrupted her forcefully, "I didn't say speak did I? You do want the opportunity I'm offering yes," Marco sternly asked as he glared deeply into Bubbles' eyes. Bubbles then nodded her head yes.

  "With my offer comes pleasure and pain, the pleasure can be endless but the pain begins with submission. "

  Buttons obviously had no problem with Marco's offer because she continued to feast on Marco's rock hard nine inch rod. Slurrrp.....slurrrp.....slurrrp..

  Bubbles then released her fear, gripping Marco's shoulders tightly to signal to him she was ready and willing for him to taste her and her submission to him.

  Marco then lifted Bubbles' moist pussy into his face, dug his nose into it and hungrily began gnawing at her clit, causing her to convulse and wiggle in his arms in pleasure.

  “Damn muthafucka...you sure can eat some pussy," Bubbles said as she fed herself to Marco.

  While Marco's face was buried knee deep in Bubbles' pussy, Buttons released her lip lock on his saliva soaked dick, pushed her large meaty ass against his stomach, slammed down on him and punched his nine inches deep into her. ..

  "Uh hmm..." she moaned in pleasure as she forcefully rode his dick.

  As they fucked, Bruno, the bodyguard and another guy walked into the private room. Bruno himself stood about six feet tall and this guy slightly towered over him. He had a strong Italian accent and reeked of cheap cologne with a briskly beard on his face.

  "Sorry for my intrusion but anytime anyone commands the attention of my two best ladies I feel obliged to introduce myself", the guy said as he lit a cigarette.

  Both Bubbles and Buttons' eyes fixed on him with a slight bit of fear as they ended their acts of pleasure, now paying attention only to this guy with Bruno.

  Marco pulled his face from Bubbles' juicy pussy while still holding her in his arms with a look of contentment on his face...

  "So who the fuck are you to interrupt me like this?!" Marco didn’t like having his pleasures interfered with.

  "You can call me Leo like the lion. I own this joint and these are my girls, so I feel I can interrupt whoever the fuck I want."

  "You're just the man I wanted to see," Marco responded.

  Marco then tossed Bubbles onto the sofa, brushed Buttons away from his swollen dick and reached for his clothes. He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a check book.

  "I want these girls...” He nodded his head toward the two young women. “What’s your price?"

  "As you can see my friend, these girls are worth a lot to me and my establishment and to put a price on them would be almost impossible. If I were to even consider what I would be losing I would think no less than a million dollars. So if you don't have a million dollars I suggest you get the fuck out of my goddamn club right now” Leo demanded.

  Bruno then raised up his shirt and pulled a silver .45 pistol from his waistband and pointed it at Marco.

  "I came to do business with you and this is how you treat me," Marco asked.

  "If you came to do legitimate business no, but you, on the other hand, came to take my business and this is the treatment you receive... now get your ass up and get the hell out of my club!" Leo’s patience had run out with this Russian prick. What fucking nerve!!!

  Marco stood to place his check book back into his pocket.....

  "Bruno," Leo said sharply .

  Bruno quickly stepped closer to Marco, "Don't make any fast moves smart guy..."

  “I'm just putting my checkbook away since my money is no good here..” Marco replied as he placed his check book in his jacket pocket.

  In almost the same movement, Marco put his checkbook away and pulled a switchblade from the same pocket, slicing Bruno ' s jugular like a fish being filleted. It happened so quickly no one in the private room knew how to respond. They all just stared in shock as a small slit opened up in Bruno ' s throat and blood started pouring out as Bruno dropped to his knees and fell to the floor.

  As Bruno’s body fell to the floor, Marco grabbed the gun from his hand and calmly stated "no one move."

  "You know what the fuck you just did you son-of-bitch, you just signed your death warrant” Leo barked.

  "Please don't kill us sir we haven't seen anything and don't know anything, " Bubbles pleaded.

  "Don't worry, you are the reason I’m here so I have no intentions on killing you ladies, but my friend Leo over there is another story...” He turned his attention to Leo... “I just came to do businesses with you and you had the audacity to threaten my life," Marco said as he aimed the. 45 pistol at Leo's head.

  "If you touch one hair on my head the Italian mafia will be elbows deep in your ass before you can get to the parking lot” Leo barked.

  “Well Leo, my friend, I guess there's only one thing I can say to that...”

  BOOM!

  Marco's last word to Leo was a bullet in his brain. Marco pulled the trigger and sent parts of Leo's gray matter all over everything in the private room including Bubbles and Buttons. With a look of satisfaction, Marco turned his attention back to Bubbles and Buttons ...

  "Is our arrangement still good ladies?” "We still good... shit...that muthafucka wasn't paying us right anyway, "Bubbles replied as Buttons started rummaging through poor dead Leo's pockets.

  "This room is soundproofed so nobody heard us, but we better get the hell out of dodge before someone comes looking for him," Buttons added.

  Bubbles and Buttons grabbed some clothes and Bubbles then led Buttons and Marco out a back door of the club. They all then quickly ran to Marco's car.

  "What a fuckin' rush," Bubbles yelled out in excitement.

  "So Mr. Marco... When you came here looking for us did you plan on killing Leo?" Buttons asked.

  "I never planned on killing anyone but no way in hell will I allow any muthafucka to threaten my life," Marco harshly responded.

  "I'm starving! Can we stop to get something to eat," Bubbles asked.

  "We leave for Russia now... you can eat on the flight," Marco responded.

  "What the fuck do you mean we leaving now?! What about our families and our lives here? You expect us to just up and leave everything," Bubbles asked.

  "I am more than capable of replacing any material possessions. As for personal relationships, that is for you two to decide and decide it now," Marco demanded.

  Bubbles and Buttons stared deeply into each other's eyes, silently communicating with each other on such a critical decision. Bubbles then pulled the money they received from Marco out of her purse and gave half to Buttons.

  "Even though we can never go back to Bandits, we can always work any other place in the country but will we see money like this and we may now be wanted by every Italian mafia hit man in the city. I know I won't see money like this and we will always be able to come back home; especially if we make lots of fucking money, I'm going...what about you," Bubbles asked Buttons.

  “We're a team and I'm not going to just sit here while yo ass makes all the damn money... I'm in too," Buttons replied.

  "That's great news ladies! Now I won't have to kill you two," Marco said with a devilish grin on his face as he slowly un-cocked a silenced pistol on his lap. Both women eyed the pistol in Marco's lap...

  "Were you really gonna to kill us?" Bubbles asked.

  "Only if I had to but no need to worry...so just relax," Marco replied.

  Marco drove to a private airfield where they all boarded a plane and took off for the wilds of Russia and the Iron Curtain.

  2

  Training Begins

  When they landed in Russia they left the plane and Marco led them to an awaiting limousine.

  "Damn it's cold here," Buttons said as she crossed her arms and rubbed th
em down to create friction to generate some heat.

  "Don't worry, I have coats for you two in the car," Marco said.

  They all climbed into the limo and it drove for a while over snow covered roads until they reached a large structure similar to the castles of medieval times.

  "Holy shit... is this your place?" Bubbles asked as she and Buttons stared in awe with saucer-sized eyes at the tremendous dwelling.

  "Yes, this is my home here in mother Russia but I have many more all around the world. "

  They exited the car and Marco led them into the house. The inside of the amazing structure more than complimented the outside. Gold, wood grain and marble covered every noticeable inch of the place like something only dreamed about.

  "Come follow me," Marco said.

  He led the two women through a door that led down some stairs into a dark basement area.

  "Where the hell are we Marco?" Bubbles asked. Marco moved away from the women slowly in the darkness.

  CLICK!

  Lights came on, illuminating the room..in one corner there were two beds, a sink, toilet, shower and even a kitchen set up; while on the other side of the room was a large cage.

  "What the fuck is going on Marco!" Buttons angrily asked.

  "I told you this deal comes with pleasure and pain.. you experienced some of the pleasure when we met, now it's time to get to the pain. While you two are in training, you will live down here and have to earn your way to living in the house by accepting and welcoming pain," Marco said with a devilish smirk on his face."

  "Beside the fact that we are in a strange country and you possibly killing us, is there any benefit in us going through this so called training," Bubbles asked. For the first time since initially seeing Marco in the club, she was feeling qualms of fear tightened her gut.

  "I will also pay you two one thousand dollars each for every day of training you survive," Marco responded.