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Chapter 32 Road Trip
“Open up, please. I got to pee,” whispered Stacy to herself as she repeatedly sounded the horn of the three-year-old Cadillac. High overhead loomed the rusting girders of the Williamsburg Bridge. Two blocks away was her father’s favorite steak restaurant. The one where he always ate when called in to operate on some VIP in New York.
“Thank God,” whispered Stacy as the heavy metal door of AAA Auto Body slowly started to move. I’m scared, tired of driving, and about to bust my bladder thought Stacy as she impatiently waited for the door to rise enough for her to drive inside. The last few blocks of the drive had been scary. Men standing on street corners had yelled obscenities and grabbed their crotch as she drove by.
Two men had pounded on her windows at a stoplight prompting Stacy to reach for the weapon Mike suggested she carry. But when Stacy brandished her Sig Sauer 9MM both men had pulled out their own handguns and pointed them at her. She’d sped through the red light leaving them behind.
Moments before, she had used her cell phone to dial the contact number Mike gave her. The conversation had not been reassuring.
“Yeah,” said a gravelly voice that answered on the first ring.
“My name’s Stacy Todd. I’m here to see Mr. Raymond Serrentino,” said Stacy holding her legs tightly together. Mike had forbidden her to stop for any reason on the five-hour drive from to Brooklyn. In spite of the dangerous ghetto and the risky task Mike made her perform, Stacy’s mind was preoccupied by the need to empty her bladder. The thermos of coffee she brought had turned out to be a bad idea.
“Give me a minute,” said the voice.
“Hurry, please, I need to use the bathroom,” said Stacy.
“Fucking broad needs to pee. Drop everything boys. Lady’s got to take a piss,” said the voice indicating he was speaking to others in the room.
Stacy heard loud laughter in the background. It sounded like the throaty guffaws of middle-aged men who smoked and killed for a living.
“Please, I really got to go,” said Stacy expressing her desperate desire not to wet herself.
“Sallie, hurry up, the lady’s really got to go or she’s going to piss her pants,” said the voice. That was followed by more laughter then a click.
As Stacy steered the bulky car through the door, she found herself in a long narrow garage with car bays on both sides. In spite of the lack of activity outside, the inside was a scene of furious commotion. There were dozens of cars lining each wall. Sparks from acetylene torches illuminated the room. Two or more men were working on each automobile disassembling it. Stacy realized that for the first time in her life she was in an automobile chop shop. She’d learned the term when the police came to talk to her father about the theft of his brand new Mercedes from Weston Memorial’s parking lot.
“It’s probably cut into pieces by now,” said the officer. “There’s a half dozen chop shops south of the city operating 24/7.” Stacy and her dad had been surprised to learn the car was worth more for parts than intact.
She had not gone along easily with the idea of driving to New York to buy drugs that Saturday morning. She had just returned from Houston having made the Olympics Team. Two weeks away from Mike and the Posse had made her realize her situation was not going to get better unless she somehow broke free from his control.
Stacy had played it straight during the skeet tryouts politely refusing an offer of dinner from one of the coaches and even more aggressive advances from a fellow team member who made it plain she preferred her own sex.
“I’m a two week virgin and horny as hell,” announced Stacy when she greeted Portia and the pets at their condo.
“Good, I went shopping at a new adult store in Somerville,” said Portia when their kiss ended.
“Buy anything interesting,” asked Stacy?
“Let’s go into my bedroom and I’ll show you,” said Portia taking Stacy by the hand.
“I need to shower first,” said Stacy. “The airplane’s AC was on the fritz and every seat was occupied. The cabin was a steam room.”
“Please don’t. I’m in the mood for sweaty pussy. It has more flavor when it’s been marinating in its own special sauce,” said Portia pulling harder on Stacy’s hand.
A short time later, Stacy was lying naked on her back in Portia’s bed. A pillow elevated her hips. Portia had begun their lovemaking by applying a warming jelly to Stacy’s vulva.
“That stuff works,” said Stacy reacting to the heat she was feeling from her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Monk and Les liked it when I jacked them off with it,” said Portia stroking Stacy’s sex.
“How are our favorite slackers,” asked Stacy spreading her legs wider?
“Good, they sold three songs to one of the record companies. They want us to help them celebrate,” said Portia halting her manual stimulation to remove six golf ball-sized rubber balls from a nylon sports bag. Portia held them up by the connecting chord. “Anal love beads, the economy size, the clerk sold them half off after I agreed to go behind the counter and blow him.”
“They’re very large,” said Stacy taking one of the balls in her hand. “One of the days you’re going to have to stop bartering sex for merchandise. It’s not ladylike.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make them fit,” said Portia squirting lubricant on the first ball in the string.
“I have no doubt you will,” said Stacy lifting her legs then reaching down to pull her buttocks apart.
“You have a very pretty asshole, Miss Todd. Take a deep inhale and relax,” said Portia placing the rubber ball at the center of Stacy’s sphincter. She slowly applied an increasing amount of pressure watching the ring of tissue gradually expand until it slipped over and around the ball. Portia’s finger pushed each ball several inches inside Stacy’s rectum.
“Having a stuffed butt is definitely erotic,” said Stacy stroking her clit to help her relax.
“One down five to go,” said Portia before pushing the second ball inside Stacy.
“Ball number six may force ball one out of my mouth,” said Stacy.
“We could need far more than a mere six balls to achieve that. Your large intestine is fourteen feet long. I’d have to suck off the clerk every day for a month.”
“Six is plenty,” said Stacy.
“Here goes number four,” said Portia easing the fourth ball into Stacy’s behind.
“Two thirds there,” said Stacy squeezing her rectum tight around the four balls. Stacy lay quietly stroking her sex as Portia finished the insertions.
“Now that the six pack is in place, I am going to eat your very ripe pussy,” said Portia leaning forward to pass her tongue over Stacy’s vulva.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My bottom was stuck to the airline seat.”
“No doubt previously occupied by a succession of un bathed cunts belonging to a girl’s soccer team,” said Portia. “Or a three hundred pound gypsy with an overabundance of pubic hair and a yeast infection.”
“You make it sound so inviting. I wish I could eat my own snatch.”
“Here, have a taste,” said Portia inserting two fingers in Stacy’s vagina to cover them with fluids. Stacy grabbed Portia’s hand to take the fingers in her mouth and suck on them.
“Delicious, like a grand cru properly aged Bordeaux,” said Stacy.
“My sister taught me to never eat a pussy that’s just been washed. They have no flavor.”
“Spoken like a true member of the Corps,” said Stacy closing her eyes allowing her mind to focus on the sensations being created by Portia’s tongue and the presence of a fully stuffed bowel.
“Your pussy’s making me want to go for sushi,” said Portia.
“California rolls would be nice,” said Stacy sensing the onset of a powerful orgasm.
“I’m not done yet,” said Portia taking a strapon harness out of the nylon bag and bucking it around her waist.
“What did that cost you,” asked Stacy watching Portia tighten the straps until the dildo appeared firmly in place.
“I had to go back in the video arcade and let this sweet old man fuck me. He must have been in his seventies.”
“Did he get his senior discount,” asked Stacy taking the dildo in her hand to guide it into her vagina?
“Oops, I forgot. Unless they show me an AARP card, I never remember to knock ten percent off sex with the elderly,” said Portia leaning forward to push the dildo into Stacy. “This is going to feel weird as it interacts with the love beads.”
“I can feel it bumping along over the balls. I want to come. Fuck me hard,” said Stacy.
Stacy reached up grasping her big toe with her thumb and first two fingers. Once she had established a yoga toe lock, she pulled her legs downward causing an abdominal crunch rotating her pelvis. Falling into a rhythm with the dildo thrusting into her vagina, she managed to press the anal love beads against the dildo as it traveled toward her cervix.
“This is fucking in the truest sense of the word,” said Stacy. “I may black out when I cum.”
“When you do, I’m going to slowly pull the beads out,” said Portia.
“I wonder if an orgasm can kill you,” said Stacy sensing the involuntary muscle contractions in her pelvic floor.
“Don’t worry. I know CPR,” said Portia as Stacy’s eyes rolled back up in her head.
“I wonder if you can patent that,” said Stacy when she regained control over her breath after finishing one of the deepest and longest climaxes of her short but busy sex life.
“Make a fortune if you could,” said Portia.
“Your turn,” said Stacy moving aside so Portia could take her place. At that moment, her cell phone sounded the first few notes of the theme from the movie, The Godfather.
“Shit,” said Stacy reaching for the phone. “It’s Mike. I’ve got to answer it.”
“He wants a piece,” said Portia watching Stacy open the text message.
“The apartment, ASAP,” said Stacy reading the message aloud. “Sorry, but I got to go.”
“You can do me later. Besides I told Monk and Les I’d meet them a half hour ago,” said Portia.
“Let’s shower together,” said Stacy. She had to rush to shower and change then fight the evening traffic. Mike surprised her by asking whether she’d made the team and congratulating her when she answered in the affirmative. The sex had started out as usual with Stacy providing a heavy dose of oral to Mike’s cock and ass before they moved into the bedroom.
As Stacy aimed Mike’s cock into her opening, she was forced to admit that while she hadn’t missed Lt. Mike Cabreeze, she did miss the cylinder of man meat poised at the entrance to her pussy. Stacy had just gotten a good rhythm going, when Mike made his request.
“Something’s come up unexpectedly. I need you to drive to Brooklyn tomorrow and take delivery of some merchandise,” said Mike looking up at Stacy. At that moment, Stacy was in the cowgirl position straddling Mike. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the pleasurable sensation of having a hard cock in her vagina. Her pelvis was moving through a tilting motion that ranged from deepest penetration to the grinding of her sensitive clit across his hairy crotch. Mike’s hands were holding her buttocks pulling her against him, maximizing the contact.
“I have to be at the Andover Rod and Gun Club at 10:00 to practice,” said Stacy pulling her navel toward her spine as she squeezed her buttocks contracting her core muscles. She practiced this so often she could feel her pelvic floor rise and grip Mike’s cock inside her vagina.
“Oh that’s good, baby. Cancel your appointment. I need you to do this. Besides, you’re a member of the Posse now. You’re expected to help out when asked.”
“Me, a member of your Posse, exactly what does that mean? Are you going to teach me the secret handshake?”
“Don’t be a comedian. You’re now a trusted lieutenant of mine. You’re going to have to start earning your keep if you want to move up the food chain, nothing big to start, simple shit, a few errands,” said Mike before placing his feet flat on the bed to perform a rapid burst of hard thrusts into Stacy’s cunt.
“What kind of merchandise? That’s it. Pound my pussy. Hammer that motherfucker,” cried Stacy closing her eyes to focus on the sensations resulting from Mike’s explosive burst of penetrations.
“Don’t concern yourself with that,” said Mike reaching up to take hold of Stacy’s nipples. He pulled them hard bringing her down for a prolonged tongue kiss.
“Drugs, you want me to pickup drugs. I could go to jail for the rest of my life,” said Stacy once the kiss ended. Stacy reached back with one hand to grab the base of Mike’s testicles slipping her fingers around the lose flesh and squeezing it gently. She stretched his balls playing them across her fingers.
“You looking to get smacked again,” asked Mike raising his hand menacingly.
“Don’t hit me again, please. I could go to jail for the rest of my life. I don’t want to break the law.”
“Fuck the law. I’m the law. Just do as you are told. It’s no big deal. You drive down. Hand the man a briefcase. Have a cup of coffee. Drive back. Leave the car. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Suppose I said No Fucking Way. Being your whore and getting slapped around is one thing but becoming a drug dealer is off the table,” said Stacy again contracting her vaginal muscles to squeeze Mike’s cock before she leaned down for another tongue kiss.
“Work that cunt, baby. Show me what that pussy can do. I thought you might require some extra persuasion. You’ve been away a couple of weeks, made the team, and now you think you’re hot shit,” said Mike reaching over to the nightstand to pick up his cell phone. Stacy’s fingers squeezed Mike’s nipples as she leaned down to lick and suck them while she rotated her pelvis back and forth.
“Have you got her,” asked Mike speaking into his cell phone? “Good, put her on camera.”
Mike turned the cell phone camera around so Stacy could see. It took a minute for Stacy to recognize Portia on the tiny screen. The image was dark and fuzzy. She was in the back seat of a police van with her hands cuffed behind her back. Monk and Les were seated on the floor in the back of the van. Both boys looked terrified. They were cowering in the corner. Monk’s face was covered in blood.
“You bastard, I’ll kill you one of these days,” said Stacy continuing to move her clitoris against Mike’s hairy groin.
“Killing a cop is life without parole in Massachusetts but our pussy of a Governor trying to get that changed so you’d get the needle,” said Mike smiling as he pushed his fingernail hard into Stacy’s arm imitating a syringe. He pulled Stacy down for a brutally hard kiss that left the taste of blood in her mouth.
“Stacy, tell them to go fuck themselves,” said Portia screaming loud enough to be heard through the cell phone that was lying nearby. That was followed by a loud smack, the sound of sobbing, followed by a scream that Stacy recognized. Stacy grabbed the cell phone to see what was happening. Lou must have expected her to look because he’d focused the camera at the back of the van.
Portia’s shirt and bra were pulled up over her boobs. A nasty looking uniformed cop Stacy didn’t recognize had hold of her. There was blood on one of her breasts. In spite of the camera’s poor resolution, she could see Portia was crying. Her white cheeks were covered in streaks of black make-up.
“What have they done to her? Make Lou let her go,” said Stacy squeezing her abdominal muscles to contract her vaginal walls around Mike’s cock wishing she could crush his manhood. Stacy handed the phone back to Mike.
“Having fun, Lou? Yeah, I bet you are. Were they where I said they’d be? Excellent, you’re a credit to the force. Tell Malone I owe him,” said Mike. Then he turned to Stacy and spoke. “Lou says he apprehended Portia and those two fuck offs in an alley off Dunster Street. He found heroin, crystal meth and fifty caps of Percoset. That’s fifteen to twenty years minimum.”
“They only smoke dope. Portia and her friends don’t touch hard drugs,” said Stacy realizing it was in the power of Lou to put Portia and the two boys in prison ruining their lives. Mike resumed his conversation with Lou.
“Nah, we’re fucking. She’s riding my Pony. You know what a cock hungry whore Stacy is. She does. Well, I’ll put her on. Here, Portia needs to speak with you,” said Mike handing Stacy back the cell phone.
“Are you all right,” asked Stacy?
“No, the asshole ripped the ring out of my boob. God damn, that hurt and it’s bleeding,” said Portia. “He arrested us for possession. Where are you?”
“I’m with Mike. I’m sorry,” said Stacy.
“No, don’t,” screamed Portia in the cell phone as Lt. Lou Connors took a grip on Portia’s other nipple ring and started to pull. That was followed by a loud piercing scream ending in a tirade of expletives.
“He ripped out the other one. He says he’s going to rip then out of my pussy next,” sobbed Portia.
“Mike, please, I’m begging you. Stop him. I’ll go to New York or anywhere you want. Just don’t hurt her anymore,” said Stacy handing the phone back to Mike.
“I’ll let you ask him yourself. Hey partner, Stacy wants to ask you something,” said Lou handing the phone back to Stacy.
“Lou, don’t hurt Portia. I’ll go to New York tomorrow for the Posse. I’ll do what ever Mike says. Please, just don’t hurt Portia,” said Stacy trying to keep her voice calm and not display the extreme anxiety she felt.
“Stacy, your roommate would be pretty if she fixed herself up like a normal girl. You know I don’t understand this whole Goth thing. Portia’s not that bad really but what does the stupid cunt do. Cover her skin with these fucking ugly tattoos and white make-up like some kind of fucking ghost. I look at her and want to puke. Her skin looks like a fucking corpse that’s been floating in the Charles River a week. And to make it worse she actually paid some sicko to pierce her tits, ears, tongue, belly button and pussy. Who wants to fuck a pussy with rings in it? What’s really ugly is this thing in her lip. I going to take my K-bar and cut it out,” said Mike.
Stacy could tell from his slurred speech Lou was drunk.
“I’m begging you, Mike. Lou’s drunk and he’s talking about cutting her face. I’ll do whatever you say, no questions,” said Stacy handing the phone back.
“Hey, bro, cease and desist. Stacy had an attitude change about tomorrow. She’s dying to go to the Bronx. Yeah, you’re horny. You want to fuck her even if she does make you sick. Stacy doesn’t mind. Yeah, I’m sure. All right, I’ll ask,” said Mike.
“Stacy do you care if Lou fucks your roommate? Personally I think Lou in spite of his strict Roman Catholic upbringing and distaste for girls with tattoos and piercing has a thing for her.”
“Just tell him not to hurt her,” said Stacy.
“Stacy says it’s okay to prong her. Don’t want to take my word for it. Here, let Stacy tell you herself,” said Mike handing her the phone.
“Lou, don’t hurt Portia,” said Stacy.
“She’s got nice little titties. They’re pretty without those ugly rings,” said Lou.
“Lou, you like to play piano don’t you? I’ve seen you at Surf Side. Sometimes, you sit in with the quartet and play the piano,” said Stacy.
“Yeah, I play a little,” said Lou.
“Portia is a very talented pianist. You should listen to her play. She’s incredible. You wouldn’t want to hurt someone that talented would you?”
“I guess not.”
“Good, Mike and I are all set. Please take Portia back to our condo. Make sure she gets there safely,” said Stacy. “And let Monk and Les go. They’re not part of this.”
“I’ll do that. But I’m horny. Can I fuck her?”
“Yes, just don’t hurt her,” said Stacy deciding on the spot that Portia would much rather be fucked by a drunk cop than spend fifteen years in prison or have her piercing cut out with a pocket knife.
“Will do. I won’t hurt her but I’ll fuck her real good,” said Lou ending the call.
“That was clever telling Lou Portia played piano. You found his weakness and exploited it. I better watch out for you,” said Mike looking thoughtful.
“She’s a friend and I don’t have a lot of them.”
“You got me. I’m your fuck buddy. It’s amazing how you keep me hard even when we’re arguing,” said Mike raising his hips to thrust into Stacy. “Now I want you to fuck me with everything you got. Don’t hold anything back. Channel all your hatred and contempt into your cunt. Try to fuck me to death.”
Stacy took Mike at his word. If there was such a thing as sex driven by hate, Stacy experienced it as she brought Mike to a climax. Stacy sounded a loud scream of rage when she felt Mike’s semen squirting inside her. Then she orgasmed.
“If it was possible, you’d fuck me to death. Wouldn’t you?” said Mike as Stacy lay down beside him.
“Yes, I would. The thought of climaxing the moment your heart stops makes me want to fuck you again.”
“I once arrested a mortician for banging corpses before he embalmed them,” said Mike.
“Maybe some day I’ll get the chance to do that to you.”
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When Stacy returned to her condo, it was well after midnight. She was relieved to find Portia, Monk, and Les curled up in bed together fast asleep. The cats and Giacomo were on the foot of the king-sized bed. Band-aids covered the nipples of Portia’s exposed breasts.
“Are you all right?” whispered Stacy when she saw Portia was awake.
“Temporarily missing my nipple rings. I found them in the floor of the police van. I’ll get them put back after I heal.”
“I’m so sorry. This wouldn’t have happened except for me,” said Stacy hugging Portia.
“It’s not your fault.”
“What happened with Lou?”
“He screwed me a couple of times then he let us go. We did it right there on the floor of the police van.”
“What happened to Monk and Les?”
“It turned out the uniform cop, Sgt. Monroe, was queer as a three dollar bill and totally out of the closet. While I was underneath Lou getting screwed, he gave Monk and Les an awesome blowjob for starters. Gays are so good at sucking dick. Then he dropped his uniform trousers revealing his preference for frilly lace panties. Thank God, those two morons didn’t laugh. They played right along telling the Sergeant how pretty he was and how they wanted to fuck his man pussy. Lace panty and a big hairy ass are not sexy, at least to me.”
“You’re kidding?”
“I’m serious. It was weird. And get this; the panty had a slit crotch. The Sergeant reaches in this leather case on his belt where he was supposed to keep his spare clip and takes out a tube of lube and some rainbow colored condoms. He hands them to Monk and Les then gets on his elbows and knees and orders them to fuck his man cunt.”
“How did they react?”
“You know those two. They can fuck anything that breathes. Whether from fear or bisexual lust or both, they rocked the Sergeant’s world. He fell in love with them the instant he discovered how their Prince Albert felt in his bunghole. It turned out Sgt. Malone likes it in both orifices at the same time.”
“It’s good to have friends you can count on in times of crises,” said Stacy.
“We did it in the back of the police van. Lou laid me out on the floor right beside the Sergeant while he’s getting his shit stirred. It was to say the least bizarre. The Sergeant was into kissing and he insisted they make out before they fucked him. I was surprised at how much serious kissing was involved. Of course, I was too busy making sure Lou had a good fuck to watch as closely as I would have liked,” said Portia.
“We’ll have to arrange a viewing session with Monk and Les doing a gay guy,” said Stacy.
“All in all it was a lot better than going to jail. What does Mike want you to do?”
“Drive to New York tomorrow and pick up drugs,” said Stacy.
“Somehow he must have figured you would resist the idea,” said Portia.
“Yes, sometimes I think the bastard knows me better than I know myself. So that was it. Lou fucked you and let you go.”
“Not quite, we had to stay and drink with him. He insisted we share his bottle of vodka. He’s a fucking head case and an alcoholic. After he emptied his dick and the gay Sergeant left, Lou started to bawl. He gathered us around him like he was a master storyteller then dumped his bucket. There is nothing more disgusting than a drunk on a crying jag especially when he’s carrying a nine millimeter semi-automatic.”
“You’re shitting me,” said Stacy sitting down in a chair with Portia in her lap.
“We had to listen to him telling what a lousy lay his wife, Maureen, is. He didn’t leave out any details either. He even showed us her picture when they were prom king and queen in high school. Now this is the weird part. Under the prom picture, he has a dozen of Maureen in her birthday suit performing sex acts,” said Portia. “He passed them around to the three of us along with pictures of their children.”
“Lou is a head case. He gets his kicks humiliating Adriana,” said Stacy. “What kind of sex acts?”
“Masturbating with dildos, sucking his cock, and there’s a couple of her and this other girl, Lou said was Maureen’s older sister, going down on each other. There was one of Lou getting a blowjob form the two of them,” said Portia.
“She sounds more sexually active that most wives. What’s his complaint?”
“The pictures were taken years ago. Currently, according to Lou, her vagina is dry as sand since she had Joey, their fourth. Somewhat illogically, he suspects she’s banging this guy at the place where she works. He’s thinking about killing the both of them,” said Portia.
“Christ, what have I got you mixed up in,” asked Stacy.
“Nothing I cannot handle. And it’s not your fault,” said Portia.
“How did you leave it with him,” asked Stacy?
“I sensed he was attracted to me. Can you believe that? He wants to see me again. He even wants to come and hear me play.”
“Of course he was attracted to you. What man wouldn’t be?” said Stacy cupping Portia’s injured breast then leaning down to kiss it. “How are these beauties?”
“They hurt like hell when Lou pulled my rings out. It happened once before by accident. I caught one on a bathroom hook and yanked it out.”
“How are Monk and Les? Are they okay?”
“Lou busted Monk’s nose and he bled all over the van but it wasn’t broken. They’re both all right. We were in the alley lighting up when they burst in on us. I almost pissed my pants,” said Portia.
“Let’s get in my bed. I want to hold you,” said Stacy.
When Stacy got up at seven to get ready for her trip, Monk and Les were already gone. As instructed, she drove to the Posse’s apartment and parked alongside the cream colored Cadillac. She removed the shiny Halliburton brief case from the trunk and sat it on the seat beside her along with Mike’s detailed directions. In a matter of minutes, she was on the Mass Pike heading for New York with the cruise control set five miles above the speed limit.
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