said.
“Fuck you,” Carl grunted. He wiped his dripping cock with a handkerchief, pulled up his pants, and was out of the room and down the hall before Lisa turned off the shower.
Chapter Seven
Dooley
I poured myself a glass of champagne and another for Lisa. She came back into the room smiling. She wore only a white terry cloth robe. She’d scrubbed her face. All the make-up was gone. She looked fresh, and clean, and very young.
“You could be mistaken for a high school cheerleader,” I said.
“Oh, Billy, I feel like cheering!” She gave me a warm hug. Then, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her robe fell open, and I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy. It was wet. “I’m sorry, Billy,” she said, pulling the robe across her knees. “I just can’t help it.”
“But, Lisa, how could that boy you have every reason to despise...how could he...” I began.
She looked up at me and frowned, “I know, Billy, I know. But when anyone...anyone like Frank, or Silk, or Carl makes me say those things...I start to feel it down there. Saying those awful things makes me wet.” She looked away for a moment, then turned to face me. “I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to control it no matter how I try. When Carl told me to say that I was glad he did what he did to Richie, and to say I was Richie’s mom, and to tell him I wanted him to...to...” She didn’t finish. I handed her a glass of champagne. She sipped it thoughtfully. Looking up again, she shook her head, “It’s the words, Billy, it’s saying those words that does it. Frank knows it, too. He knew it that first night at Bruno’s. Silk also knows. That’s why they keep making me say that I’m Frank’s...Frank’s...”
Suddenly she stood and hurried to the recorder. “That’s another the reason for the tapes. He plays them back and I have to listen to myself saying...saying those things.” She picked up the recorder.
“I turned it off when Carl left,” I said.
She was scared, “Billy, if it’s off too long he’ll be suspicious. He has everything timed. He’ll know exactly when we got here, and when we leave, and how much time is left on the recorder.” She was about to switch it back on.
I took it from her. “To hell with him,’ I said. She moved into my arms again. “I want you, Lisa. God! I’m going crazy with wanting you!”
“Yes, Billy, me too. I...I’m so hot. It’s been a week...a week since...” She pressed her pelvis against my stiff cock.
There was a loud banging at the door. She jumped back, frightened. Quickly, she grabbed the recorder and placed it on the nightstand that was between the bed.
I opened the door. Standing in the hall was the tallest, blackest man I had ever seen. He was a skeleton with smooth black skin stretched tightly over his bones. He wore a white shirt and, over that, a black leather jacket. His head was bald. In his right hand he held a small plastic bag. He glanced around the room, then stepped inside and pulled the door shut. Lisa had backed away to stand by the bathroom entrance.
“My name’s Dooley,” he paused looking intently at Lisa, “Mister Dooley.” He paused again. “I’m the surprise.” Lisa gasped and moved back, pulling her robe tightly around her. Dooley dropped the plastic bag on the bed. “Well now,” he said evenly, “that ain’t exactly true. I’m just part of the surprise.” Lisa’s glass of champagne was on the dresser. He picked it up and drained it before continuing. “Frank knowed that the little, honky fist-fucker wouldn’t last more than a minute. Fact is, he figured the kid would come in his pants. Right?” He looked over at me. I nodded. “That recorder on?”
“No,” I began, “we...”
“That recorder supposed to be on. Don’t you know the rules?” His question was directed at Lisa.
“I’m...I’m...sorry. It’s just that when Carl...when Carl...”
“When the white boy took off, you and Billy here decided to have yourselves a
“Fuck you,” Carl grunted. He wiped his dripping cock with a handkerchief, pulled up his pants, and was out of the room and down the hall before Lisa turned off the shower.
Chapter Seven
Dooley
I poured myself a glass of champagne and another for Lisa. She came back into the room smiling. She wore only a white terry cloth robe. She’d scrubbed her face. All the make-up was gone. She looked fresh, and clean, and very young.
“You could be mistaken for a high school cheerleader,” I said.
“Oh, Billy, I feel like cheering!” She gave me a warm hug. Then, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her robe fell open, and I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy. It was wet. “I’m sorry, Billy,” she said, pulling the robe across her knees. “I just can’t help it.”
“But, Lisa, how could that boy you have every reason to despise...how could he...” I began.
She looked up at me and frowned, “I know, Billy, I know. But when anyone...anyone like Frank, or Silk, or Carl makes me say those things...I start to feel it down there. Saying those awful things makes me wet.” She looked away for a moment, then turned to face me. “I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to control it no matter how I try. When Carl told me to say that I was glad he did what he did to Richie, and to say I was Richie’s mom, and to tell him I wanted him to...to...” She didn’t finish. I handed her a glass of champagne. She sipped it thoughtfully. Looking up again, she shook her head, “It’s the words, Billy, it’s saying those words that does it. Frank knows it, too. He knew it that first night at Bruno’s. Silk also knows. That’s why they keep making me say that I’m Frank’s...Frank’s...”
Suddenly she stood and hurried to the recorder. “That’s another the reason for the tapes. He plays them back and I have to listen to myself saying...saying those things.” She picked up the recorder.
“I turned it off when Carl left,” I said.
She was scared, “Billy, if it’s off too long he’ll be suspicious. He has everything timed. He’ll know exactly when we got here, and when we leave, and how much time is left on the recorder.” She was about to switch it back on.
I took it from her. “To hell with him,’ I said. She moved into my arms again. “I want you, Lisa. God! I’m going crazy with wanting you!”
“Yes, Billy, me too. I...I’m so hot. It’s been a week...a week since...” She pressed her pelvis against my stiff cock.
There was a loud banging at the door. She jumped back, frightened. Quickly, she grabbed the recorder and placed it on the nightstand that was between the bed.
I opened the door. Standing in the hall was the tallest, blackest man I had ever seen. He was a skeleton with smooth black skin stretched tightly over his bones. He wore a white shirt and, over that, a black leather jacket. His head was bald. In his right hand he held a small plastic bag. He glanced around the room, then stepped inside and pulled the door shut. Lisa had backed away to stand by the bathroom entrance.
“My name’s Dooley,” he paused looking intently at Lisa, “Mister Dooley.” He paused again. “I’m the surprise.” Lisa gasped and moved back, pulling her robe tightly around her. Dooley dropped the plastic bag on the bed. “Well now,” he said evenly, “that ain’t exactly true. I’m just part of the surprise.” Lisa’s glass of champagne was on the dresser. He picked it up and drained it before continuing. “Frank knowed that the little, honky fist-fucker wouldn’t last more than a minute. Fact is, he figured the kid would come in his pants. Right?” He looked over at me. I nodded. “That recorder on?”
“No,” I began, “we...”
“That recorder supposed to be on. Don’t you know the rules?” His question was directed at Lisa.
“I’m...I’m...sorry. It’s just that when Carl...when Carl...”
“When the white boy took off, you and Billy here decided to have yourselves a
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