Damn Good Tip

“Brad, could I ask you for a favor?”

“You know how I feel about favors,” I replied to my boss. Five minutes till I left. Just five lousy minutes and I would have been gone. Damn the luck. I looked at my boss and rubbed two fingers together. He gave me fifty dollars.

“Brad, you’re killing me. All right, fine. Fifty bucks. You might even like this errand.

Please take Mrs DuBarry home. Her husband took off, and she is stranded here. Just between us, he took off to go see his mistress after they had a little ‘discussion’ here. Please don’t say anything about that. We don’t want to piss the poor woman off even more. I’m glad they were in the private dining room tonight. It got pretty ugly,” my boss had the power of understatement.

“Hate to tell you boss, but we heard every single word in the bar. They were very loud… Her husband John has some big balls just leaving her here, and traipsing off to see his girlfriend. I have been watering down her drinks for two hours now. By the way, have you heard about this new invention? It’s called a cab.” My boss raised his eyebrows.

“She doesn’t want to go in a cab. And she asked me to ask you specifically. I think she likes you. Tell me you brought your car.” He sorta asked me, sorta told me.

“Yes I brought the Lincoln. I’m not crazy enough to ride the Suzuki in the rain. Why does she like me? I only served her some drinks after her husband left. And I listened to her bitch and complain.” I should get a medal for my patience and understanding. She had left me a twenty dollar tip. That would cover my ear ache!

“I guess it’s your charm and sparkling personality. Or maybe because you’re tall. My favorite explanation is that she’s drunk, and she needs a shoulder to cry on. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Don’t forget you work on Tuesday night,” he smirked.

“Which reminds me. Your wife called about five times. I’m supposed to throw you out and send you home. It sounds like you should go. I’ll make sure Mrs. DuBarry gets home safe and sound. Go on, I got shit to finish up before I leave,” I told my boss. He was supposed to leave at ten pm. It was two am now. He was a classic workaholic. He did not like to delegate at all. His wife Karen hated the extra hours, and had told me time and again to send him home.

“Fine, fine. Don’t forget to lock up. I’m supposed to remind you about Monday night. Karen is expecting you!” He gave me the look… His dirty little wife and I would fuck like bunnies and he would show up and “catch us”… And join us. It was their game. It wasn’t a regular thing, just now and then. I did not mind, I got laid, and my boss even tipped me really well for banging his wife. He got off on it. He loved it, and Karen loved my cock. Dirty, dirty girl! She adored my cock. I think she only liked me! And only because I was attached to it!

Karen was racked, packed, stacked, and gorgeous. I was just a tool for their weird marriage, but she was very tight, and loved anal sex with my dick. She would sometimes be pre-lubricated and put me in her asshole before she got me in her coochie.

Yes, I was being used, but if it feels this good? Use me up. And my boss would always tip me… Sometimes $50, one time $100 when we double fucked her with me in her coochie and him deep in her ass. He loved that. I ate her pussy out before I fucked her. Karen loved that as much as my cock, maybe more! I don’t think my boss liked to eat her out, so having me there sorta relieved him of that “duty”. I enjoyed giving a woman cuniligus, and it helped me pay for my college, which is not cheap. Then when we were both inside her, she went completely apeshit, she came so incredibly hard, and many, many times. I did cheat a little as I reached down and played with her big clit. Her screams were audible twenty miles away, easy! Karen loved it! She did not want me to leave. Truth is, I think she only liked me for my tongue and penis. Oh well. I’m objectified. I can live with that. Karen occasionally said she loved me, but I really doubt that.

Does that make me a whore? Ok, so I’m a whore. Neither he nor his wife ever complained! I think they love the naughtiness of a sexy threesome, and Karen loves having two men’s dicks in her holes at the same time! She always came like crazy when she was double penetrated. He loved it when I ate her out as well. She really enjoyed having two dicks in her mouth! He loved to watch me suck her cunt! As I mentioned, my boss did not enjoy cunnilingus, so he lived vicariously through my cunnilingus! His loss, Karen’s pussy is delicious!

He mentioned several times that he would pay me handsomely for me to just come over and eat her out. He would pay me fifty bucks. I bet Karen would have given me a thousand!

She got off so hard when I ate her out. Sometimes she clamped her thighs around my head when she hard climaxed, and then she would squirt! It was not pee but only her sex juices, and she almost drowned me when she did that. After we were done, she slipped me an extra $50 or even a hundred for her huge orgasms that she enjoyed so much.

One time my boss asked me to come over and just eat Karen to a couple of climaxes, and he would pay me. I told him she better not have a load of his jism in there, or there would be violence. He said she is very happy to clean herself out when she hears I’m coming over. If she is wet, then it is her own super excitement from the anticipation of seeing me! I’d like to believe that, and truth be told, even at Karen’s wettest, she never smelled or tasted like a man’s spunk. Thank you for small favors! She always tasted wonderful. I would gladly eat this woman out every single day for nothing but as a poor college student, to get paid to do what I love and enjoy? It was wonderful. I got her motor running, and she was extremely multi-orgasmic. I could suck her pussy, and she was capable of climax after climax, having a big orgasm every three or four minutes. I typically ate her for thirty or forty minutes, so you can do the math. She came hard a lot. Many, many times. She loved my cunnilingus! She wanted me to fuck her girl friends. I was going to think about that. They are not anywhere near as good looking as she is. Almost all of them are married. I did have other obligations as well. I said I would have to think about it.

My boss never said it, but each and every time that I visited she got scorching hot, and my boss got the benefit of that. She fucked him like crazy after I gave her a bunch of orgasms. Their sex was good for many days afterwards. I really think that I helped them, at least a little. My boss certainly thought so. I asked him about my being with his wife all the time.

“You okay with that boss?” I always wondered why he wanted me, an extra guy with a bigger Johnson than his, in bed with his beautiful wife! It didn’t make any damn sense to me. The whole thing felt very weird. But they were happy with it.

“You know how she gets. I will be balls deep inside her every night for the rest of the week. If we ever have a kid, we are gonna name it after you!” His explanation still seemed weak. I didn’t press him. He was letting me bang his wife now and then. Why would I rock that delightful boat? Especially when both my boss and his sexy wife were happy with me, and begging for me to come over more often, not less. Karen could not get enough of me or my golden tongue! He must have raided the trust fund for all the money he was giving me! They were a very different kind of couple! I was getting my college education paid for by making Karen come again and again. There are worse ways of making money than fucking a beautiful willing and wet woman.

“Wait! You want a girl named Bradley? Doesn’t sound right to me. How about Brandy? Isn’t that her Mom’s sister’s name? Hell of a sight better than Bradley! Give her my best. Now get going so I can lock up.” I wanted to get going. And I still had to drive a drunk home. Again. I had driven quite a few drunks home. At least I made a few bucks doing it. Sometimes I had a hell of a mess to clean up. Sometimes I was asked to fuck the pissed off wife. There is nothing more fun than revenge sex! Oh yeah.

That was fun.

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The altercation between the DuBarrys had been loud and brutal. Lots of yelling and cursing. Many turned heads, and tongues would be wagging as the gossips had a field day. After all, having a good old fight like that in the middle of a restaurant, well…it just wasn’t done! Especially when the subject was his cheating! They were off to the races!

One of the lovely hostesses then bravely asked the couple to please tone it down, or step outside. Mary Morehouse, one of the best hostesses, was without fear, and so very nice, people usually did what she asked without any question. She was sweet, pretty and very kind. I liked her very much. She was also stacked! I don’t know what size she was, but she was way bigger than catelopes, more like honeydew melons! And they were stand up melons, not drooping at all.

Of course me being a dirty dog, I just loved Mary’s triple ‘D’ size tits! Mary was sexy as hell. I wanted to date her, but as a bartender, I was not supposed to date the sexy hostesses, or the sexy waitresses. Damned rules!

Of course when did I ever let that stop me? One Tuesday night there was no business, so we both got sent home early at about seven-ish. I was just walking out the door to get to my car and Mary Moretit (what I called her in my mind) asked me to walk her to her car. She said there was a guy from the bar who was bothering her, and would I please walk her to her car? No problem.

We got out there, and sure enough, this huge college guy was waiting for her. I let the anger and rage flow through my body as I saw him go to touch her. That was very bad for him!

“Brad!” She screamed for me, but I was already moving and I gave it the sumo wrestler rush. I just smashed into this huge guy as fast as I could go, my shoulder to his solar plexus and then fists to his face. I would not win any style points for the fight, but he was on the pavement and I kicked his ass in maybe ten seconds flat. He was in the foetal position just trying not to get hurt again.

“You miserable piece of shit. Don’t ever let me see you touch my girlfriend or I’ll really get mad. She’s mine you little fuck, you understand me asshole? Mine! There better not ever be another time, or I won’t be as nice. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and really hurt you. Don’t ever even think about her fuckface. Now get the fuck out.” He got up and got in his car and left. He looked genuinely afraid of me, which was pretty much the whole point of the exercise.

I brushed myself off, and turned to Mary. Her eyes were so big and round and looking at me. She was absolutely beaming. Her look was so kind and happy and loving… It was amazing to me.

“Did you really mean it? About my being your girlfriend.” She was smiling mischievously, a mile wide smile.

“Well yes, those are my feelings, but I always thought that you were so very beautiful… You are so far out of my league. You are so perfect. Me, not so much-” she stopped my discourse by kissing me.

Next thing I know she has me in my car and Mary has my cock in her mouth and she is bobbing up and down wildly as I try very desperately not to come. From there it was not long until she was on her back and I was in her tight little cunt as she was coming again and again.

Her nipples were bigger than my thumbs and her tits were huge and high up on her chest. As I twisted and sucked on her nips, she had orgasm after orgasm. I finally was going to come whether I wanted to or not, and she switched positions quickly to take the load into her mouth. She swallowed every single drop! We then cuddled for a long time.

We were an item for a while, and I like to think that I gave her more pleasure than I got, but who can say? She met this guy who charmed her, and our magic was lost just that fast. But she has a special place in my heart, and she always will. I miss her very frequently. The night of the fight, I was tempted to run out into the dining room and save her again! But she was in control.

And Mary, dealing with the two loud, cursing couple, was in no mood to talk to me anyway. She spoke to them one more time, speaking in low tones so she would not be misunderstood. She must have said something that upset Mr. DuBarry. He stood up and glared at his wife. Then he seemed to make up his mind about something.

Without another word, Mr. DuBarry took off, out the front door, gone! Everyone was quite surprised, and most were relieved that he was gone.

Mrs. DuBarry sat there with a stunned look, and she eventually wound up in the bar, drinking heavily and chatting with yours truly. Well she was chatting, and me, I was working my ass off. I did try to listen to her as much as I could. I had a bunch of work to do before I was finished for the night.

After three double seven and sevens, I was watering her drinks down to the point it was almost all Seven Up. She had been in the bar for a few hours. She needed to talk to someone. It was mostly me, just me listening to her gripe about her lying, cheating, bastard husband… This is between mixing and pouring drinks, taking drink money, filling the coolers, washing the glasses, cleaning the bar, answering the phone and my other myriad tasks.

But I had a set routine, and I somehow got everything done, and I was still able to listen to the poor woman vent, piss and moan. Mrs. DuBarry wanted to kill her cheating husband. Why he needed to cheat on this beautiful woman was beyond me. I guess he just wanted some fresh pussy. She was a damn good looking woman so that was the only sorta explanation that made any sense.

I do my best not to judge people. I see them at their worst, and alcohol strips away some of the regular defenses, so listening is about all I can or should do.

We as bartenders should not offer a lot of advice, as folks tend to get upset, even if the advice you offer is sound! So we try to be ‘ears open, mouth shut!’ in our dealings with drunk customers. Only very rarely do I offer a suggestion.

After her complaining for the umpteenth time about her cheating husband, I made a suggestion that I probably should not have, “Mrs. DuBarry…Why don’t you exact some revenge? You are a very, very beautiful woman, and pretty much any man with two eyes in his head would jump at the chance to be with you. You could have your pick of men here to get even with the cheating bastard. The man you pick for the job will be very happy to help you out, I am quite sure.” I spoke with honesty and sincerity; she was absolutely gorgeous.

She had self image issues from being put down, and told she was fat and ugly. She believed that she was fat and ugly, whereas nothing could be further from the truth. She just kind of stared at me for a while.

“You really think so Brad?” she asked me, apparently still riddled with huge insecurities about her looks. She really was very good looking. Sexy. Voluptuous. Gorgeous. She is an extremely beautiful woman, without a doubt.

“Absolutely,” I replied. I guess she liked my face or whatever. I locked up and she leaned heavily against me. Her hands were doing a survey of my musculature and a quick grope of my cock. How can women do things like that? As a man, if I felt up a woman’s body like that, I’d find myself in jail! I had managed to lock up, and we were going to my car. She was rubbing my cock through my pants. She was smiling for the first time that night. She giggled.

“Where to?” I asked her. I expected a home address.

She completely surprised me then. “Diamond Court Motel,” she was slurring her words a bit. After that, we got in my good old Lincoln Continental. My mother had just given me the old car, sort of a graduation present. It was a very nice graduation present. It used to be my father’s before he passed away. It was used, but well maintained. I loved the two suicide doors! It had a big bench seat in the front, and she immediately moved over next to me. She knew what she wanted. It was me.

Mrs. DuBarry could not keep her hands off me. She was unzipping my pants and her nimble little fingers were stroking my rapidly expanding cock. Two seconds later, she was sucking my cock for all she was worth. I think she might be very interested in me, or at least part of me! We barely got to the motel, as she totally destroyed my driving concentration, her head bobbing up and down like that! She dug in her purse and handed me two “C” notes.

“What’s this for?”

“Get us a room Brad. I’m not fucking you in a car. Get it until Monday. I want you so bad! I’m gonna fuck you silly. Unless you don’t want to fuck me?” Her eyes began to glisten again. She was fighting the battle with her insecurities again. She thought I might reject her! Not a chance of that happening! I was going to give her the best fuck of her life! I had trouble with my cock being hard as steel, trying to close my pants. My trousers were bulging. I couldn’t really hide my erection.

“Of course I want to fuck you. But the rooms are only thirty bucks a night. You just handed me two hundred bucks!” Mr. Honesty here.

“Keep the change you idiot. Of course it’s for um… services rendered! You think you can do that for me Brad? I heard some very interesting things about you. I aim to find out if they are true. Even if it takes all weekend!” She grinned like a Cheshire cat. Well she had a plan. A dirty little plan. I really liked the way she thinks! Mrs. DuBarry was hot to trot, and she was anxious to get fucked by me.

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The thing about busty women and women with nice big asses, is they very rarely dress nice. Nice being the relative term here. They dress to hide and disguise and deny their wonderful womanhood. In the end they often wind up looking frumpy instead of sexy. They think they are fat and it affects all their behavior and the way the world treats them.

I use the minimizer bra as an example. For myself and all the other “Y” chromosome humans, we like to see and appreciate all the gifts that god has bestowed upon our “X” only chromosome mates.

But the clothes these true goddesses choose to wear just make them look fat and unattractive. Frumpy.

Fashion seems hell bent to deny that real women have marvelous curves, nice big breasts and beautiful asses that pique men’s interest till we die. That so many top models are so skinny as to remind one of those prepubescent boys… It seems linked to the fact that most fashion designers appear gay… Just a coincidence? Not passing judgement on gays here, just their ideal female happens to resemble a skinny boy. But not for me.

I happen to think the ideal woman is much more curvy and even voluptuous in body type. But nobody has ever bothered to ask me, or men in general what we desire. This must drive the really sexy women nuts.

So the poor woman, faced with the fact that she has boobs and a butt, goes up against society’s “fashion” formulas, and this makes the poor woman dreadfully sad, and feeling totally inadequate. She wears clothes that hide her curvy femininity, resulting in her looking just plain fat instead of sexy. Frumpy!

To which I say “BULLSHIT”.

Ask most of the men what gets their motors running and hear the real world answers… We love those curves, in fact we are hard wired by mother nature to seek out and fuck those women who are so blessed with those lovely curvy accoutrements! We can’t help it, mother nature fixed us up this way, to love and admire CURVES on women.

Mrs. DuBarry was one of the beaten down women. She had enormous jugs. They were probably bigger than my head, and had amazingly not much sag, despite their great weight. They were amazing and beautiful to me. I wanted to touch them and fondle them. I wanted to suck on her protruding nipples, they looked so sexy.

And her lovely posterior was a true work of art. Two perfect hemispheres that a man wanted to touch and squeeze immediately. Her body otherwise was slightly skinny, if truth be told. Her legs had very nice curves, and her face was angelic with soft hazel eyes, auburn hair, and plump kissable lips. Her waist was much narrower than all her friend’s waists. All her weight was in her lovely top and bottom. In my mind, she was stunning, and damn near perfect!

She hid it all, she hid all of this sexy bounty under hideous clothes designed to hide curves rather than celebrate them. The result was that frumpy look that we have all seen. Rarely do folks try to see what’s right there in front of them. No wonder women have such low self esteem when the opposite should be expressed!!

Michelle DuBarry was one of those women. Only in an alcoholic stupor, when her psychological defenses were down, could she freely admit that she was a curvaceous, voluptuous vixen. That’s when I was taking her home with a slight detour to a “no-tell motel” and some fantastic sex for us both. At least that was my plan!!

Our mutual seduction had started back at the bar when I had listened to her and not interrupted her angry ravings. Just her ability to vent hostile feelings and maybe dispose of them in the expression… That was a big fuckin deal with her. She unloaded on me, and felt better for it.

And my only suggestion was a possible retaliation for her husband’s bad behavior. Revenge sex! That suggestion had been a seed that had taken root in her mind… And was about to bear adulterous fruit! The best part, in my opinion was that she had chosen ME to fuck her silly. Because I loved her voluptuous, gorgeous, sexy body; her stupid husband did not, or had perhaps forgotten…Who knows and who cares? He was an idiot. His wife was a very precious gem that he chose to throw away in favor of a young “skinny” bitch.

For the balance of the weekend, I would pound my viewpoint into her hot snatch, again and again! She would be reminded of her wonderful sexuality, and her true attractiveness. Or I would simply fuck her brains out! Oh yeah. Good plan!

I went to the motel office, with my erection plain to see, and it would not go down. I tried to hide it with my shirt as best I could. There was a lovely Indian woman behind the counter, who saw my “problem” instantly, and smiled. She was really very attractive. She was dressed for success in the business casual style, pencil skirt and white silk blouse with a blazer. She was very beautiful and voluptuous herself. She had jet black long hair and dark eyes and complexion. She smiled at me. I could not help myself and I stared back at the stunningly gorgeous woman. She was stacked, racked and packed. She stared at my cock in obvious admiration, not bothering to divert her gaze from my erection. Did she just lick her lips?

“How may I be of service?” In the clipped perfect English of Indian transplants. She spoke way better than I did.

“I need a room for the weekend.”

“We have a weekend special. Pay for Friday and Saturday, get Sunday free.”

“Ok fine. But it’s almost 3 am Saturday morning. Not much Friday night left. How about till Monday night?”

“Ok we can do that! Pay for Saturday and Sunday, Monday is free! How would you like me to make you breakfast in bed? I will grill up some pancakes and bacon, and deliver them to you with fresh coffee. Just tell me when you want it. I will deliver it right to your bedside. A nice hot delicious breakfast!” She had a gleam in her eyes when she said ‘my bedside.’ She was a very naughty old girl. I liked her. She had a very pretty face. Like a lot of Indian women’s faces, her face was flawless. She could have been a model. Her skin tone was like a light coffee color, and her eyes were stunning.

“Sign here please. Thank you Mr Smith. By the way, my name is Hemangini Ambani, but please call me Jasmine. I have gone back to my maiden name since that bastard husband of mine threw me away… I am so sorry for telling you all my troubles. I do apologize to you sir.” Her gorgeous eyes were cast down. She was on the verge of tears! Another beat down woman!

“Well Jasmine, your husband is obviously a very stupid man, leaving such a beautiful woman such as yourself. Look at you, very smart, kind, and you are so gorgeous. Your eyes are truly enchanting. To my mind you are stunning… But back to the room deal for a second…”

“I could make potato pancakes with applesauce instead? Very delicious. Do you want it?” She had that twinkle in her eye with the obvious double entendre.

Of course I wanted it. I’m pretty sure that she wanted it too! She licked her lips.

“Ok, that’s great. I love potato pancakes. How much?” I had a $100 bill in my hand.

“Sixty-two-fifty. Will you be staying alone?”

“No, I have a beautiful woman with me. She is very depressed, and I am determined to cheer her up! Her husband just left her sitting there last night for another woman, and he doubly embarrassed her by publicly leaving her at the restaurant. He is a very cruel person,” I looked her in the eye, “So I will do my very best to cheer her up.”

“Would you like to cheer me up as well then? My mean husband ran off with one of the young housekeepers, and I… I have not had a good man for seven, almost eight months.” She spoke in an anguished tone.

She looked at me, deep into my soul, or maybe my groin. What a look! Did she know how hard she made me? “Seven long and hard months!” she said and smiled at me. Her dark eyes sparkled. She knew EXACTLY what she was really saying.

“I couldn’t help but notice your lady friend has a lot of the same qualities as I do.

Do you think you could spare some of your sweet, tender love for a lonely, sexy innkeeper?” She took off her business jacket and I was faced with two huge, massive tits, and two big, almost black nipples… poking through her sexy white silk blouse.

She had no bra, but those huge whoppers were standing at full attention. Her puckered areolas were as big as saucers, and her nipples reminded me of dark, fat Concord grapes. I wondered if they were sweet too? I wanted to suck them and find out. She was truly magnificent. She pushed out her chest when she saw me looking.

“Come here,” I said to her. She leaned across the counter, and we kissed like two long lost lovers. She put my eager hands on her huge bosom, and I found myself twisting and turning her huge nipples through the silk. She hoisted a very large breast out of her silk shirt. She pushed my face and her nipple together. I gladly sucked on her huge tit like a baby. It was so fantastic! This woman just exuded sex. Before the weekend was over, she would be mine. I could feel it, and I wanted her very badly. I reached around to feel her nice big beautiful ass. I squeezed her cheeks.

“Yes I can see to your, um… needs. Come over in an hour and we will take care of your sexual desires. You are such a beautiful and sexy woman, I can’t wait to make you happy!” As I spoke to her, I continued my assault on her big fat gorgeous nipples. Jasmine moaned. She closed her eyes and shivered. She had just orgasmed from my fingers manipulating her dark, fat nipples alone! She was going to be lots of fun for sure. I could hardly wait.

“You don’t mind sharing, do you? It will be so naughty,” I said and she nodded affirmatively. Jazz smiled. God she was such a sexy woman!

“I will be there Brad,” she said and kissed me hard once more. She touched my face. Jasmine then handed me the two keys to room 12, and my change from the hundred dollar bill I handed her. Her hands were perfectly manicured. She had blood red nails. Her puffy lips were so soft.

“You will keep this quiet won’t you? You aren’t going to brag about this all over town right?” She asked me.

“It will be our own little secret. I will tell no one. I will protect your reputation completely Jasmine.” I hugged her and kissed her one last time. Damn! She was so beautiful. At least as gorgeous as Mrs. DuBarry. Maybe a bit better than Mrs. DuBarry!

As I left the office, I turned around, “See you soon. One hour. Could you please bring something to drink? Not for me, for her. Thank you so much Jasmine,” she winked at me. I smiled back at her. God, she had such a flawless, perfect face!

“I have a bottle of peach schnapps. I think I have some orange juice as well.”

she offered.

“That would be perfect. Thank you.” I blew her a kiss. She smiled back with a very sexy look. Dark hard nipples stared at me, needing to be touched.

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“What took you so long Brad?” Mrs. DuBarry asked me. She was anxious to get things rolling. I could smell her arousal. She was ready to fuck!

“I was playing with the motel owner’s big breasts. Her husband recently left her for a younger woman, and she thought I was very attractive. She’s coming over in an hour. I’m going to fuck both of you.” Her eyes were so big and surprised. I did not leave room for any type of negotiation. “Take it, or leave it.” I said it and thought I might have just overplayed my hand.

“Fuckin’ sure of yourself aren’t you? What if I don’t want a threesome?” She was getting excited. She had redness on her upper chest and face. I could smell her excited pussy from across the room. I think she wanted this as much as I did, but did not want to admit to it!

“Well, she’s bringing drinks for you. I could not help noticing that your nipples got hard when you said the word ‘threesome’. I will spend the next hour making sure you are happy no matter what. Nobody is going to force you to do anything. Maybe I should have you beg me for my cock. I could simply take you home if you would like.” I turned around and headed for the door, pulling her with me by the hand. She pulled back.

“No, no, no. Please. I’ll be good. You’re right, the idea of a threesome does kinda excite me. But next time I want two men instead of another woman. Can this woman be trusted?” She was serious now.

“She asked me to please be discreet. I told her that this would be our little secret. Look, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to Mrs. DuBarry. The poor woman is going through the exact same thing as you. She is lonely and horny. I can easily take care of both of your needs.”

“Damn sure of yourself aren’t you? Come here and kiss me, stud. Next time ask me first before you set up a threeway. You are so dirty. I can’t look in your eyes and stay mad at you,” she smiled at me.

I was kissing her, and my hands were on her big fat perfect ass. I squeezed and kneaded her fantastic rump. Her nipples were so hard I could feel them through both of our shirts!

I unzipped her frumpy wool skirt, and let it drop to the floor. Her ugly white granny panties were soaked with her juices. I unbuttoned her white blouse slowly. I ran my hand gently over her wet panties. She shivered.

“Hurry up I want to fuck you so bad,” she said. She was trembling, she was scared and excited as well.

“Relax, Mrs. DuBarry. We have all weekend. I’ll take very good care of you.” I said in a relaxed way. She was mine now. She was going to have my cock or die trying!

“Well since you are about to fuck me, please call me Michelle.” She was very good and ready to fuck. She was dripping wet.

When I got her shirt off I was faced with her plain white minimizer bra. It was hideous! I reached around to unhook all twelve of the small hooks. It amazed me that her nipples poked through the bra and blouse. They were huge, and refused to be contained! I removed the ugly garment and was met with her monster size breasts in all their glory, and deep dark, almost dusky nipples and huge puckered areolas. I held up and grasped her wonderful udders. She just gasped. She loved it. She moaned her approval. She wanted this as much or more than I did!

“Please…suck them! Hard. Ugh. Yes!” I sucked one and tortured the other, teasing, tweaking, twisting and pulling on the excited nipple. Michelle was enjoying it. She shuddered and had a small orgasm, just from the nipple play.

“Lift your ass up,” I told her. She did, and I removed the soaking wet panties. I smelled them, and I loved the scent of her excitement and fervor. I dove face first into her sopping wet gash. She gasped. She ran her fingers through my hair as she held my head to her snatch. I was determined to give her as much pleasure as I possibly could.

I teased. I licked. I sucked. I tongue fucked her. When I zoned in on her clit, she went completely off the rails. She screamed as she climaxed hard. I had barely gotten started and she was already coming!

“Come on Brad. Fuck me please. I want your big dick inside of me! OH PLEASE!” she begged me.

I pushed several inches of my hard cock inside her. She cried out. She was excruciatingly tight, like a virgin. She came like crazy. I started slow, but she screamed, “HARDER, HARDER! Come on Brad, fuck me like a man!” so I did go harder and faster. This was not how I wanted things to go, but she was so happy, so I went along with it. She was delirious with pleasure. Her cunt grabbed me like a hot, wet vice as a big orgasm overtook her. I kept up the pace, fucking through her climax as she was obviously a multi-orgasmic woman. I played with her clit with my fingers as I fucked her. It set her off on another big climax.

I fucked her harder and deeper, with long deep strokes, and she was coming again and again, almost continuously. Her tight wet snatch had me ready to blow way, way too early, but she was already there!

“I’m… ugh, gonna… Cum! Where do you want it?” I asked as best I could.

“In… my… cunt!… PLEASE!”

She could barely speak between the hard and fast strokes.

“OH fuck yeah. You’re so damn tight! Ugh, ugh, yes Oh YES!” I had squirted a huge load inside her. She felt my seed spray her inside, and that set her off! Michelle had a big come with me. I stood up and she grabbed my dick and licked me clean. She did not want to let me go! She enjoyed having my dick in her mouth.

“My husband said that I had a huge cunt, and he could barely feel it. Your fat dick stretches me out, and makes me come so well. I need to take a break. I lost track of how many cums you gave me. Thank you Brad!” She said to me, and kissed me hard. She squeezed my ass possessively.

There was a knock on the door. Poor timing on my part. Or maybe fantastic timing, depending on your point of view. I went to the door naked.

“Housekeeping!” Jasmine yelled. I’m sure that yell was for anyone else who might get suspicious. It gave her perfect cover for her entry into the room.

I opened the door, and Jasmine stepped in the room in an ugly blue cleaning smock. She was holding a plunger! She also had a brown paper bag. I laughed when I saw that. This woman should be a spy! Jazz ditched the ugly blue disguise, she only had a sexy black lace teddy underneath, and I made the awkward introductions.

“Michelle, Brad said you were beautiful. He was not exaggerating at all! You are so gorgeous.” Jasmine spoke in that clipped perfect british accent that Indians seem to use. She looked at Michelle with a bit of… hunger? Desire maybe? Longing? Want? I don’t know. I could be all wrong. The two women were looking at each other.

“Thank you. Funny, he said the same thing about you Jasmine. And he was absolutely right. You are so beautiful and so…exotic.” Michelle was in a bit of awe at the dark skinned beauty. Her nipples sprang to hard attention. I had guessed right that each of these women had a little bit of “BI-sexuality” in them, whether they cared to admit it or not! They definitely found each other attractive. I wondered how much they would do with each other? We were about to find out.

“Thank you Michelle… I heard that you had some trouble with your husband?” Jazz replied to Michelle.

“He ran off with his goddamn eighteen year old secretary. How could he? He left me right in the middle of a nice restaurant. What a son-of-a-bitch I married! He embarrassed the shit out of me. All so he could run to his new young sexy girl. I was so upset!

“Bradley here was kind enough to listen to me talk about the bastard, and then drive me home. I decided to stop at your motel, and fuck his brains out.” She smiled and touched my arm. It was a loving touch.

“It hasn’t quite worked out that way. He has fucked my brains out instead! Are you going to fuck him?” The glint in Michelle’s eyes was plain to see! She WANTED to see me fuck the dark skinned goddess.

“Yes… I am very attracted to him. His eyes…” Jasmine had no words. She gestured with her hands. The girls knew EXACTLY what they were saying.

“He is special isn’t he? His eyes make me melt.” Michelle spoke to Jasmine.

“Yes. Me too. Brad’s eyes make my heart flutter! Did you, ahh, pay him?” Jasmine just got right into it. She was so prim and proper, even about sex!

“The poor boy is going to college, so I gave him some money. Not nearly enough!” Michelle said.

“How much is appropriate?” Jasmine asked innocently.

“I gave him the change from the hotel and a $100 bill.” She explained to the motel owner.

I spoke up, “Neither one of you has to give me any money. You are both more than generous with your time and love. Michelle, do you need me to return any or all of the money you gave me? I don’t want you to think you were short changed.” I said.

“Oh my god, Brad no, no, no! I would love to give you a thousand dollars for all the pleasure that you have given me!” Michelle explained. “As a poor student, I know you could use the money. It must be very difficult for your single mom right now.” She was right about that.

“My mother is working two jobs to get enough cash to put me through school. I will pay her back when I graduate, and get a decent job.” I explained to both women.

“So I should give the boy a thousand dollars?” Jasmine asked Michele. She was just trying to do what is socially acceptable.

“Why don’t you allow me to take care of both your needs first, and then you can tell me what I am worth? I am not doing this for money! I want you both to be happy and satisfied.” I sounded like a car salesman. I was NOT doing this for the money. I wanted both women, and they both wanted me. I did not give a shit about the money.

“I think I will give you a thousand dollars Brad. But we have to call it a special scholarship, or the tax man wants his pound of flesh. Ok?” Michelle spoke.

“That’s just way too much!

The hundred and thirty dollars seems like too much to me. I certainly don’t want to cheat a goddess! Or a pair of goddesses” I smiled and looked at Jazz.

“Brad, you are so nice and decent. I am going to give you a thousand dollars for your education. But I want something in return.” Michelle said to me.

“What do you want Michelle?” I asked her.

“I need you to fuck me twice a week at least… Just like you just did.” She smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

I said to her, “Oh no Honey. That was just a quick one, because you’re so wound up from that ex husband of yours. If I may, may I use you Jasmine to show the correct way to give you good loving?” Jasmine’s eyes lit up immediately. She was a happy volunteer!

“I would be so honored,” she said in that perfect English. She spoke better than me. Her eyes were on fire! I could swear I could suddenly smell her sexy pussy!

“First thing is kissing, lots of kissing.” I was kissing the very dark and plump lips of ‘Hemangini Ambani’

I pray that I did not mess that up too badly when I said it to her.

“Hemangini Ambani, I find you incredibly beautiful. I want to touch you all over and help you achieve a bit of happiness,” I almost whispered this to her as I wanted to be intimate with her. With both women.

We kissed and hugged and I removed the sexy nightgown to get to her amazing orbs. They truly seemed to defy gravity, being able to stand up so high and straight on her chest. They must have been ten pounds a piece. Her nipples were so hard I could cut glass with them. I gently sucked and teased and twisted nips as she cooed from the nipple play. Suddenly, she shuddered hard, and had a small orgasm! I moved down to her soaking wet pussy, she had a big black bush, and started licking her lips and drinking up her juices. She was leaking from her hot cleft in huge amounts. Jazz was flooding my face! As I concentrated on her huge clit, she lost it, coming like mad on my tongue and face. She was screaming in lust and release!

“Fuck me now, you big bastard! I need your dick in me right now! Come here Michelle, I will lick you as he fucks me good.” She motioned the other woman to almost sit on her face as I plunged into the super tight confines of Jasmine’s cunt. She screamed into Michelle’s cooter. Jasmine was roughly twisting and pulling on Michelle’s big nipples. Both women had marvelous tits, and great nipples for sure! I had bottomed out in Jasmine’s cunt. She was furiously sucking up on Michelle’s pussy, and I could feel Jasmine getting ready to climax hard. I slowed down, delaying her explosion. She was going nuts, trying to get me to finish her off. I teased her, and I kissed Michelle on her gorgeous neck. I reached around to tweak Michelle’s hard nips. She shuddered and climaxed as I did this. I figured I had tortured poor Jasmine enough so I started pumping her roughly and driving all the way to her cervix, again and again. She exploded in a gigantic screaming orgasm. Arms and legs shaking uncontrollably and her grunts timed to my fuck thrusts. Michelle came all over Jasmine’s face. She lifted her derriere off of Jasmine’s face and proceeded to lick her own juices from the dark exotic woman’s face.

Yeah, these two gorgeous women were getting along just fine! Michelle swung her head down to my cock and cleaned up all the stray Jasmine juices from our groins. Jasmine stopped her.

“Thank you, but too… Too sensitive. Wait a little bit, then you may eat my vagina. Thank you!” Jasmine spoke plainly.

Wait! Did she just direct Michelle to eat her pussy? And Michelle did not say no either! These two women are way more bisexual than I thought! Ohmygod! I am so glad that we stopped here. I am having so much fun!

I was still balls deep inside Jasmine’s cunt and I had not come yet, so I started moving gently.

“Brad you devil. You are still hard as a rock. You didn’t come yet? Please fuck Michelle for a while. I am just too sensitive now.”

I pulled out of Jasmine’s wonderful sensitive snatch and positioned Michelle on all fours over Jasmine. The two women touched at the nipples. I placed my dick at Michelle’s ass crack, and moved it up and down as she gasped. She moaned.

“Please Brad! Stick it in me. Do it. Fuck me!” Michelle wanted it NOW. So I pushed in two inches. I teased her.

“More!” I pushed in another two inches. She was trying to get me to put more in her.

“More dick. I need more cock damn you!” I slammed the rest into her in a strong straight thrust. She squealed and clenched me as hard as cement, she was hard coming on my dick! She loved penetration. She and Jasmine were kissing as I drove into and out of the happy woman. Jasmine had her finger on Michelle’s clit as I plowed into her relentlessly. She was going to come and so was I.

Michelle stiffened and came hard as I felt the cum rising in my cock. Fuck it, I was filling up her pussy. I shot a gallon of cum into her hot snatch again and again. Michelle wanted to clean off my dick, but Jasmine said, “Pardon me, but it’s my turn!” She swung underneath Michelle in a sixty-nine position and ate out her dripping cunt as well as cleaning off my wet dick!

I maneuvered in front of Michelle. She clearly had a great oral fixation, bless her. She licked her lips around my dick and I was hard again, and I had her put my dick into Jasmine.

Jazz grunted like a wild boar as I entered her and I stroked her until she exploded in another huge orgasm. I pulled out and Michelle got right to work suck cleaning my dick. I switched ends again and again as I fulfilled my promise to make each woman happy.

I loved to watch both women eating each other’s snatch. That made me rock hard all over again. After much more fucking and sucking, I was done. Not even Jasmine sticking her big dark nipples in my mouth could get Mr Happy out of his (well my) stupor. I needed to sleep a little. I must have come five or six times between the two sexy women. I lost count.

I’m not sure what time it was, but the gorgeous girls and I had been at it for quite a while, and I was dog tired. It must have been early morning. I looked at the clock on the nightstand.

It was twelve o clock. My mom would be frantic! I picked up the phone and called her with both women on top of me.

“Hi Mom. I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I’m fine. In fact, I’m great.” I said.

“Honey, where are you?” my mom asked me.

“Can’t lie to you Mom. I’m in between two gorgeous naked women having their way with me. I’m not, uh… drinking.” I was truthful to my mom. Honesty is always the best policy, they say.

“Struck out again slugger? Well I’ll let you get back to your hangover and fantasy. Don’t you dare drive till you sober up.” My mom giggled. I heard her say to herself, “What a great imagination! Two women!”

“Bye Mom. Love you.”

“I love you too Bradley,” she replied.

“You told your mom the absolute truth!” Jazz said.

“And she didn’t believe a word of it!” Mich said.

“I told you that our secret was safe.” I replied.

“Bradley.” Jasmine looked at me with stars in her eyes.

“Yes Jasmine m’love?” I said to the beautiful woman.

“I have a very special favor to ask of you. I don’t know quite how to ask this,” in her clipped British accent Jasmine seemed very serious and concerned all of a sudden.

“Just say what’s in your heart. The worst thing is I would refuse you, and I don’t think I will refuse you anything, after you gave yourself to me on this wonderful morning. Just say it,” I told her.

“Brad… I want you to…

You see the thing is, um…

I want you to fuck my daughter.” I must have misunderstood her.

“WHA, WHA, WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER?” I was totally speechless. My mouth hung open in disbelief.

“She is nineteen. In our culture she has been arranged to be married at twenty-one years of age. But she has lived in the US her whole life. I hate my evil husband. I don’t want to subject Mira to a loveless marriage. She needs to try a good man.

“After being with you, I know that you are so gentle and kind. You are so good in bed. And you are so loving! You could show her how it should be, not as she has heard on TV, and not from her idiot, know-it-all friends.” Jazz was as serious as a heart attack.

“Wait, Mira Tasavani is your daughter? I can see the resemblance. Now I know where she gets her charm and beauty from. The last name confused me.” There were only three Indian girls in my class, so by process of elimination, and the fact that she looked a lot like her mom, I figured out who it was.

“I have given up my married name, as I doubt the bastard is coming back to be my husband. Unfortunately, my daughter is stuck with his name until she weds. But everyone who loves my precious girl just calls her Mira, so I need not concern myself in that regard.”

“Mira is so beautiful. She was way out of my league at school.”

Mira had been a gorgeous cheerleader in high school.

She didn’t know that I even existed back in high school.

“Thank you. Yes she is my pride and joy. So will you do it?” Jazz was very insistent.

“Shouldn’t it be with someone special for her? I mean there is only one first time. I have heard it hurts like a bitch too.” I did not think it should be with me who barely knew her. The fact was, Mira was so drop dead gorgeous she was very unlikely to want anything to do with me.

“I’d rather it be with someone who knew what he was doing, like yourself, and that she learned how good it could be, than her fumbling around in some guy’s car, possibly getting pregnant or diseased. And that big dick of yours is very nice as well.” She fondled my cock. She grinned. She really liked my dick.

“But it’s her first time. I don’t want to hurt her.” I was kinda on the large side.

“Precisely why I am asking you to do it. She might refuse anyway. Mira gets a bit um… difficult at times. So you might not even need to do it, but I am asking for you to be trying! Please? I thought men jumped at the chance to take a girl’s cherry!” She exclaimed.

“You don’t understand. It is an honor to some of us. Other guys are just um… nasty. You know what I mean?” I said to her,

“Yes, unfortunately I do. Another reason in your favor. Please, I beg for you to consider it. For me? I would be forever grateful. PLEASE?” She was practically begging me to fuck her daughter.

“Why don’t I talk to her about it? I am very sure she will say no… But you did ask me, and I will try my best. I will be honest with her.” I thought that would kill that! Honesty!

Mira had never even looked at me in school. She had been in the popular crowd. I had not. I had worked after school to help support our family after my dad died. This did not leave enough time for after school activities or fun. But hey, it is what it is. My family had survived. You gotta do what you gotta do. Social life has to take a backseat to survival by necessity. In other words, I did not have a snowball’s chance in hell with her daughter. But I would try as I had promised her mom that I would.

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Jazz told me her daughter was working the registration desk, and I should go talk to her. Okay.

I went into the office to meet Jasmine’s daughter. I thought Mira might remember me from school, but you never know. She and I had been in different circles because I didn’t remember much about her, but there was a chance she might remember me.

Mira used to be skinny as a rail, and athletic, she was a cheerleader after all. She may have changed since high school. We all do to a certain extent. I had put on at least fifty pounds of muscle, and a few inches in height. I doubt she would even remember me, at least how I look now versus how I was back then.

So I was completely shocked to see a stacked and shapely younger version of her mom… She had a perfect ass, and triple “D” size tits on a lithe and slender body. She was just incredible. She was perfect.

She had exactly the same type of outfit her mother had on this morning. Her blazer was on the chairback, thus her big fat gorgeous nipples were trying to bust out of her blouse. Her areolas were not quite as wide as her mom’s, dark pink and three inches across perhaps. Her nipples were quite prominent: about an inch high and three-quarter inch wide. Hard as nails! Like mother, like daughter! She was so gorgeous.

“See anything you like?” Mira was annoyed with me.

I guess I should have been more discreet about my checking her out.

“Sorry, your breasts and beautiful nipples distracted me.” I could not help myself taking one more look.

“Eyes up here pal.” She said. She was obviously not into me at all.

“I’m Brad. Do you remember me from school? Your mother asked me for a rather huge favor,” I started. That was as far as I got.

“So you are the boy-toy. My mom mentioned you.“ She spoke to me in a very condescending tone.

“Yes,” I just left the word hanging there while she appraised me.

“Why are you talking to me? Did my mom talk to you about me?” Mira asked.

“Yes,” I composed myself, “She has this idea that I should take care of an um, personal issue for you. I said it should not be me, it should be someone special to you. Besides, I am way too big for a virgin. I would hurt you, and I wouldn’t want that on my conscience. She convinced me to ask you, and I… Hey now I remember you! You were a cheerleader and skinny as a rail. What happened?” That came out all wrong. It sounded like something bad happened to her, but I meant to say the exact opposite.

“I woke up one day, and I had huge tits like my mom. I’m going to get surgery to reduce them.” Mira said matter-of-factly. My face fell, I am sure. How awful! Such a damned shame.

“Oh. Pity. Well thanks for the chat. Nice to meet you. Bye-bye.” I turned around to get the fuck out of there. This little meeting had utterly failed. Mira wanted nothing to do with me for sure. She would rather fuck a cobra than me.

“What do you mean ‘pity’?”

“I mean, you have the most perfect tits on the planet, and you’re gonna cut them up to make mini tits. Yeah. What a shame. Good luck.” I shook my head in great sadness. Mira gave me a dirty look.

“It’s my body. They are way too big. It’s none of your damn business anyway!” anger filled her voice. Mira gave me a look of pure hatred and dislike. Oh yeah, this was going well. Really slick there Brad.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. Have a great day Mira!” I said it as I spun on my heel to get the fuck outa there.

I just walked out of the door. I could not even look at her anymore. I was a bit disgusted by the mere thought of what she was planning. It was a crime against nature. To take something so perfect…and chop them up? I was way beyond disgusted. Plus she had rejected me with a vengeance. Well I had tried.

I went back to the room in disgust and unhappiness.

I had failed miserably in my mission.

Her mom looked at me kind of expectantly, like I had already accomplished the task she had asked me to do. That sure was not going to happen… Not now, not ever.

“I’m sorry Jasmine, she and I… Well we did not hit it off too well, and then Mira completely turned me off with her um… surgical plans. I am going to be sick, thinking about that. Mira has the most beautiful breasts in the world… And she wants to have a surgical reduction! I’m so sorry, I couldn’t even look at her anymore after she told me that. I am just totally disgusted. What a damn crying shame. Yeah, you will have to get someone else to take care of her problem. Maybe she isn’t a virgin. Mira’s incredibly beautiful. There must be guys tripping over each other to get to her. But I’m just not one of them. She also called me your boy toy. Not a whole lot of respect for me, so I got the gist of what she was really saying.

Mira wants absolutely nothing to do with me. I would not worry. A girl that beautiful won’t be a virgin very long.” That did not come out like I wanted it to either. I was batting a thousand. All zeros.

“No. Mira and I have discussed this just last week. She somehow manages to alienate every single boy that comes anywhere near her. This is the first time I have heard of her proposed surgery! I am quite disgusted as well. I must speak to her. Thank you for trying.” Jasmine was very disappointed. I was wondering if the girl was maybe batting for the other team. I sure didn’t want to say that to her mom. I felt exhausted. I had been rode quite hard that day!

“We want to go shopping. Do you want to go with us?”

Michelle asked me

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stay here and get a little bit of sleep. I’ve been taking care of two beautiful goddesses all weekend and I haven’t had much rest. I need to rinse out my clothes as well. So I can rest while my clothes dry.”

“When we get back, we want you to ravish each of us. You made a promise!”

“No problem. Could you bring me back a sandwich or a cheeseburger please? I need fuel to ravage you properly.” I kissed each sexy woman deeply, and they were out the door. I rinsed out my work clothes in the bath, and hung them up to dry. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. I laid in bed naked. Sleep overtook me in seconds. I was out like a light.

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I woke up with a start. I heard a woman screaming. It sounded like Jasmine. I ran to the door, unthinking that I was stark naked, I dashed towards the woman’s scream.

There was a heavy set guy and he had an arm around Mira and she was fighting back. He was pulling her towards his open car trunk. Her hands were bound behind her and she had a piece of tape over her mouth. He picked her up and dumped the poor girl into the car trunk. He slammed the trunk closed. I ran full speed into the bastard and did a perfect open field tackle. He and I were on the small piece of grass as we fought tooth and nail punching and kicking. I got him into a sleeper hold and the prick bit me! Kneed me in my groin! Bastard! I punched his face repeatedly after that bullshit. I finally got the better of him, and then quite suddenly, the lights went out. I staggered for a moment.

I had been hit by a nightstick held by a cop. I went back down. I woke up a few minutes later back in my room with two female cops. One was black and one was white with blonde hair. I was laid out on the bed still naked. The lady cops seemed to like looking at my body and my dick. I swear the one woman licked her lips!

“What do you think you were doing there Bradley?”

The black woman seemed very upset with me.

“Mira! She’s in that guy’s trunk. You gotta get her out of there! Don’t let him leave with her!”

“We got her out. She is ok, just a bit battered and bruised up. Are you ok? I am so sorry if I hit you a bit too hard. We need to check you for damage!” She smiled as both women ran their hands all over my body. I could not help it. My dick was hard as a rock, and pointing straight to the sky.

“I’m officer Jackson, and this is officer Belvior. Do you mind if I make sure everything works ok?” She was fondling my cock.

“Well sure. Are those things real? They are beautiful!” I was looking at officer Jackson’s huge tits. She made the ugly uniform look good. Her breasts were huge.

“All me! No surgery. You like them?” She smiled at me.

“Hell yes! May I see them?”

“Not while I am on duty, no. But later on… Sure you can. I want to taste you if you don’t mind? Just to make sure that you are ok?” I’m pretty sure girl cops are not supposed to suck cock while on duty, but what the hell, I’m not going to stop her!

“Ok. Just you or both of you?” Officer Belvior suddenly smiled. She had wanted to participate and just needed an invite from me. They were on both sides of my cock.

“Both of us!” The two cops took turns sucking my cock for a while. “You haven’t come yet! I must be losing my touch.” The two moms had depleted my ability to come that morning, so it was taking a bit longer.

“I always make sure my women come before I do. Always!” There was a knock on the door.

“Go get dressed quick!” Jackson hissed at me. I went to the bathroom and put on my still moist clothes. I came out to a bunch of cops, local and state troopers. There was a camera guy from the news there snapping away at me.

“How does it feel to be a hero Bradley?” Someone asked me. A reporter? Why were there a bunch of reporters at the motel?

“What are you talking about? I just did what any guy would have done.”

“You saved her, Brad. That guy is wanted in four states for rape and murder.” And I just beat him up. Swell.

“Well the bastard bit me! And kicked me in my balls! He makes me so mad. Mira is a gorgeous woman and he just grabs her and takes her? Not on my watch.” That seemed to satisfy the newshounds. They got their soundbite for the news.

An ambulance guy asked me to go with him to get checked out. He saw the bite mark on my arm. He cleaned it with alcohol, and it stung! He put on a bandage on it, and told me to go to the doctor if it looked like it might be infected. I asked him about Mira. He said that she was fine, just a few bruises. He said she was mad as hell. I knew that I should stay far away from her in that case. She would probably blame me for the whole episode!

“Okay guys, you got your story. That’s it. We have to take care of the hero here. Go on now, scoot!” said a state trooper.

The trooper took me aside and asked me a question.

“Is it true that you were balling two good looking mature women?” He looked me in the eye.

I smiled, “I plead the Fifth Amendment! That was all last night and early this morning.”

“Where are they?” he asked, smiling.

“What do happy women do after sex?”

“They went shopping.” The cop was very perceptive!

“You got it! Where they are currently, I have no idea.” I hope they bring me a nice cheeseburger, I thought.

“I met you, sort of. You work as a bartender at the restaurant just down the road? My wife and I had dinner there. You mixed me up a splendid Manhattan. I think my wife drank a Gimlet.” I could not place his face. But the bar gets so busy sometimes.