6.00 AM
I can still taste her lipstick, smudged over my thumb sweet, acid, rancid taste floating inside the cab. It’s early by the looks of things, streets not busy, people shuffling and that tinge of twilight. On the way to the office got to stop by the apartment get redressed, this shirt covered in stains glittering with a battered shade of scarlet and brown. Sleeve torn, button MIA. The cab jerks to the corner, I move for the door gesturing a stuttered form of thank you, gracefully crossing the polyculturlistic gap of endearment. On to the curb, reaching back for the briefcase and with a quick tug I am outside and into the cold. I am waiting for the bourbon, lack of sleep, and those insolent lines of coke to fade. Where is the hollowness? I keep waiting … the elevator door opens and I begin to soar to the 14th floor in one of those lifts with the regional voices. I think she is Scottish, though maybe I am detecting a northern twang. It’s sexy with that authoritarian swagger, can’t say I like that, but, a few ideas trickle into my head of a plan to silence her.
7.45PM
It’s getting cold, I can feel the perforated sweat tightening on my back. The view is nice from up here, the seas flat and apart from the people its clam. ZZ’s is loaded with eyes, all types of them.. beady ones, first timers, jaded, glazed and some scouring the savannah. After many years of wining and dining with all these characters and having fucked these people both physically and financially. There is one fundamental flaw that I detect in all their eyes… they respect me. Their unconditional respect has not been gained by success, nor the sweetness of my prose, but simply the cut of my jib, and the snip of my genes. People are enveloped with hunger for unfulfilled desires. They respect what they don’t have and attractiveness is the quality all these low lives are after. They chase it like a destitute junkie, sharing horror stories, talking about the next fix, and complimenting the purity of the drug. I see myself as the drug, the source of their fix and their fantasy. A nightmare of objective bitterness that they indulge their psychiatrist and surgeons with. But, surgeons won’t recreate my aura, my jaw line, the blueness of my eyes, the Olympic tone of my build. For people who are born with these assets its can often be an unfulfilled chalice leading more to manipulation than exploitation. But, like a million dollars in the right hands it can lead to a lot of opportunity and fun.
Anyway, back to Saturday and a couple of hours have ticked by. Chatting up this dim little blonde thing at the bar. Nice body with proportionate breast and a little lacy collar round her narrow neck. I keep staring at her top trying to picture the nipple beneath and picturing my dick between her chest. Breasts obsess me, I can be debilitated by their shape, girth and sag. Two months ago, I have the most vivid memory of fucking. She was perfect, tight body and feisty but when those breasts of hers flopped out like cylindrical floppy bunny ears. I felt my whole body tighten, my throat gulp and my dick constrict back into its shell. I am sure this blonde is well endowed as she is leaving little for my imagination. Her major limitation is that boundless ignorance often found within the most beautiful of our species. Conflated in this instance by a diction that would bore even the most superficial Vogue reader. Yet, content I am, in the knowledge that often semi-sentient being like this not only prioritise celebrity blogs and horoscopes, but also worldly knowledge of great importance… Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips.
I get her attention when I nibble at her ear. I whisper that I am heading to the big boy’s room and whether I can loosen her up with another woo woo. She gazes blankly at me which I take as my opportunity to get a move on. I pass by the bar and into the brightly lit cubicle at the end. Press my hand into my jacket pocket first taking my mirror for a quick check and then begin lining one up. It’s a nice bump and gives me the will to persist with another couple of hours listening to ZZ’s take on modern music trends. At the bar, I bump into Zhu he is a degenerate but the best type. Long-time gambler who realised he was losing so much of his family fortune that he bought up the towns casinos. Whenever you ask him about it he uses the same one liner “you can’t lose money if you bet against yourself”. Though, with two defaults in three years it looks like he is no longer betting with the family fortune. What I will say for Zhu is that he creates an atmosphere. This is in partly due to his attempts to don anything that is black and leather, but mostly due to his ability to conceive the most unimaginable acts of sexual depravity. Imagination is a potent force when combined with contacts and a hefty bank balance.
Zhu – “Long time no see, brother”.
X – “Thank God, for my heart, my nose and for that morsel of self-respect I keep boasting on about”.
Zhu – “self-respect… I have seen Latvian whores dressed as nuns being bukkaked on by dwarfs whom have a greater sense of dignity than you!. And, you know that no lie neither..”
The way his tight mouth purred and the corners of his mouth curled into a grin, I knew this wasn’t a lie. Though, I doubted Zhu was a person to make any value judgements on dignity, despite him being right about mine.
X – “you’re not wrong. Anyway, where the hell have you been hiding, have those loan sharks started biting?
Zhu – “You know X when you’re top of the food chain you do the biting”.
X – “I wondered where that incessant love of your for putting anything in your mouth came from”.
Zhu – “Only yours pretty boy”!
X – “Everyone has their price”!
Zhu – “Talking about price, I was gonna give you a ring about another job. It’s actually the reason for my absence, I have what you might say been product testing..”.
This sound ominous. Every couple of months Zhu organises these events at the Casino. All VIP, hugely exclusive for mainly foreign clients and a couple of high rollers. The events are becoming increasingly popular of late, due to Zhu’s growing reputation for being one of the most morally nebulous men on the planet. A reputation he is fiercely proud of. The job that he uses me for is mostly data collection, fraud, personal assassination, the usual bag of tricks… It never ceases to amaze me the shit that will spew out of a man’s mouth when a beauty has her tongue pressed to the top of his shaft. They all boast about serial cheating on their wife and the latest insider trades. If you’re careful though you can tap into some info that those wearing little tin foil hats might find implausible.
X – “Last time was too weird. My commission has got to rise. This time I want my percentage moved up 15”.
Zhu – “You know I can’t do that. Especially with all these fishes circling poor old Zhu. I will up you 2.5%.”
X – “Make it 5 and you have a whore”.
Zhu – “Ok. My people will be in touch. And, I don’t won’t you using all the girls like last time”.
2.00 AM
I am back at my place with the dim little blonde and one of her vacuous friends. We met her in the taxi rank and it didn’t take much effort to come join us for a “drink”. I wonder over to my hi-fi system slipping the lights down to dim. I face the most challenging decision of the evening, the playlist selection. It can be so difficult to set my mood. I know if I don’t get it right I can be in that zone moments before cumming and be lost in the thought that I shouldn’t have played DJ’s screws completionists paradise. I am gonna go safe, play the Acid Jaxx Funk Fuel Collection. The song Xenox begins with that long trumpet solo into the lazy beat. As the last notes are being squeaked out the girls begin to envelop each other. I like watching them and it’s the first time either girl has got my attention. I go fix myself a drink. Her friend who I think is called Nat has a little black dress that absorbs her tiny figure. Her long legs kick-off her heels as her tongue pierces the mouth of blondie. I can see blondies hands slip to the back of Nat’s dress and reach for the zip. The zip gets slightly caught but Nat begins to wriggle until the straps of her dress fall to her waist. Blondies mouth descends onto the neck and chest of Natt, whilst her arms are stretched above. Nat wriggling her low-cut top off.
I move my hand down below my waist to wake up my weapon. It is easily aroused and I can feel it pressing tightly onto my jeans. I make my move for the couch and sit in the middle of them with Nat on my left and Blondie on my right. I can feel both of their hands clawing for my shirt. They can feel the six-pack and I see both of them share a look of excitement. I begin by unbuttoning my shirt as I feel their hands slip down onto my groin. Nat starts loosening my belt while Blondie goes for the buttons of my trousers. I stretch my arms out to their full diameter and grab each girl’s waist, slipping my hand quickly downwards. I can feel their excitement as I move my hand from their bum onto their panties. They have unsheathed my cock and Nat and Blondie are starting to warm me up. Both of them press their tongues onto one side of my cock licking from the base to the tip. I get Blondies attention and press my lips into hers to allow Nat to get to work. She is good and I can feel the fluid frothing. I keep my fingers pressed to their panties gyrating and rotating with iron fingers. I can feel Nat moan, her rhythm interrupted as my fingers pierce into her. I move Nat fully to the side to allow all my fingers to play. Blondie is on her knees rotating between knibbling on my ear and pressing her breasts into my face. I move my right hand to her back and unfasten her instantly. She has amazing breasts, plump but firm with fully erect pierced nipples. I start sucking.
We are all completely bare now and made it onto my deluxe King bed. I direct them. Telling blondie to lay on her back at the top of the bed with her legs wide open. I take a few seconds to take her figure in. She has velvet white skin with a bronze tinge and a size zero frame. I look at her pussy its pink, raw and gleaming. Nat has pounced on the bed. And, I take her by the waist and place her parallel to blondies pussy. She doesn’t need telling before her mouth has fallen into blondies pearl. I can’t contain my excitement, I want to be inside Nat and make her feel every inch of me. I take her from behind, widening her legs with my hands. I slip in slow to start make sure she can feel my cock pressed deep and hard inside her. She is already moaning and by how lubricated my cock feels, I can tell she is enjoying it. She has shortish brown hair and more tanned than Blondie, but you can tell she is the feisty one of the two. I grab her hair pulling her head out of Blondies pussy, whilst at the same time lunging as hard as I can inside her. She gasps and moans. Blondie begins to fondle with Nat’s breasts and I whisper to both of them “I am gonna make you girls come so hard”. I up my speed and Nat’s head falls to the bed barely able to control her body. Blondies fingers move onto Nat’s clit gently massaging, whilst I put her through her paces. She begins to scream every time my cock hits her inner wall.
Blondie is looking lonely, so I make sure Nat gets her memory. I can see her fingers clawing onto the bed for dear life. She moans hard and I can feel the juices insider her release. I jab a few more times just to illustrate my control. I slip out with my dick so wet. Grabbing blondie pushing her onto the foot of the bed. I spread her alabaster legs and hover my dick over her pussy, pressing it up and down her gap. She is already biting her lip. I can feel the electricity build within my thighs. It won’t be long before I cum all over her. I start slow savouring my own electricity, my primal urges barely able to suppress the desire to make her scream hard. Nat has recovered and is nibbling. She sucks Blondies nipples and presses her fingers onto the top of Blondie’s clit. Blondie is flowing and moaning. I press her legs high up onto my chest to make all her walls feel the throb of my dick. The image of both of them makes me shiver They lay completely bare, with Blondie legs horizontal whilst Nat begins to place her tongue onto Blondies clit. I can feel all that energy begin to reverberate inside the base of my dick. I move faster and faster, with the sensation growing stronger. I can see Blondies eyes closed fingers clenched and moaning like a teenager. She is ready and more importantly so am I. I quicken knowing its about 5 strokes away, the ecstasy is pressing the tip of my cock. I can see Blondie’s pussy and Nat’s tongue pressed to her clit. I pull out of blondie just as I am Cumming, the load firing like a machine gun over blondie flat toned stomach and Nat’s symmetrical face. I grab my dick and push it to Nat’s lips making her suck the last moments of joy out of it.
One week later…
It’s game time… I have my costume at the ready, an expensive Italian black suit, shiny shoes and pure gold cuffs. Zhu’s people have filled me in about the clients, supposedly a number of oligarchs from the stan’s, Generals and even a few legitimate business people. I think Zhu wants me to make contact with the head of Brazil’s drug cartel, Mr Garbonza. But, even I am not that arrogant to think I would get away with fucking him. I think I will look to play the mid-range sharks and see what happens. To be honest, it’s the spectacle that awaits that has filled my heart with glee. For this month’s event Zhu is commemorating China’s Olympic success by organising his very own take on the most ancient of all sporting events. Zhu’s event which has artistically been dubbed “The Sex Olympics” costs 50,000 dollars for entry. But, from the look of the programme the clientele are going to get a lot of bang for their bucks. The programme is divided into 16 events over two days consisting of four categories – endurance, speed, fetish and obstacle. The ones that have caught my fancy are the Cum Catching contest, MMA with oiled-up and naked models, and the obstacle race. Let the games begin.
I have been at the event for over an hour. The good thing about arriving early is that I had the opportunity to get a behind the scenes look at the athletes. There are a number of prized specimens within their ranks, toned ebony goddesses, Russian dolls with red lips and eyes of ice, Asian femme fatale’s and fresh-faced Caucasians. All ready and willing to compete for what is likely to be a lot of easy cash for those who can push themselves the hardest. I caught the eye of this bronzed Brazilian girl who flashes me a wink, I am sure it won’t be the only thing she flashes me by the end of the evening. Though, from the look of her she is one to keep an eye out for.
I move into the lobby to appraise the other prizes on view. I will see if I can break the ice with a few of the Indian shipping magnates. Indian men are generally easy to trick, especially if your white. When you come from a culture dominated by white folk which also represses any sexual identity events like these make them flock to any designated hand holder. Something, I am all too happy to oblige.
X – Hey, Raj isn’t it. I think I remember you from this event a couple months ago. We did that thing, remember.
Raj – “I think you have me confused. This is my first time at something like this…”
X – “Ah, a first timer. There is one rule that all the regulars abide by and that is you must always make a first timer feel welcome. Come on let me get you a drink and we will head over to event three”.
Raj – “Uh, Ok. Which event is that?”
X – “You will see, I think you will like it.”
Sharren – “Sure, the names Sharren”.
We arrived at event three, Cum Catching. I really had no idea how the girls would compete at this, but the name obviously caught my attention. Zhu had set up one of the back-stage theatres into a circular pit surrounded by a sphere of elevated seats, like a mini Colosseum. There was a platform attached to a crane with a giant X marked below it. The spectacle now in front of us was twenty amazingly gorgeous girls naked and beginning their stretches. Above their glinting white teeth, ruby red lips and long lashes was a perfectly drawn circle with a diameter of about three inches. It took me about twenty seconds before the penny dropped, and if I hadn’t known Zhu for being a complete weirdo I could never have conceived such debauchery. The raised platform would be where the male models or even the clients would ejaculate from. The girls below would then have to try and catch his load within the circle drawn onto their pretty faces. I’ll give it to Zhu there was a fair amount of science behind the event, as the circle on the girl’s faces were covered with a liquid detecting paint. The event was about to start and we took our seats in the private booth.
The start of the event was enjoyable but a little too easy for my liking. All the girls had easily passed the 5-meter height. It was easy target practice for the boys with the girls joyful faces converting everything. Once the competition reached the 15-meter mark then the talent began to shine through. These girls were incredibly agile, pirouetting from one foot to the other in anticipation of the projectile before centring onto their primed faces. Sharren had gotten into the whole event rather quickly. After our first beer and three shots I called one of the side girls over to help fluffer me up. Soon, Shazza had two girls around him and a giant grin. It didn’t take long before I persuaded him to take centre stage. So, enthralled with the event he basically ran to the platform to compete as the male “talent” in the quarter finals.
2 hours later
Having introduced the low-life to the cum catching event he was putty in my hands. He talked about everything from his grandmothers illegitimate Will to the fact that he fraudulently scuttled one of his ships. A ship that gained a lot of local notoriety if you were a reader of the Nigerian Tribune. Fortunately, Zhu’s people had filled me in on the possibility, but it was the method and names of crew and captain that meant we had him by his lightened balls. Anyway, back to the event and the spectacle of the first day, which I could enjoy alone due to Dear Sharren passing out after his 8th shot and 13th different girl.
The last event was the very much anticipated obstacle race. This was the only event that not even the regulars, nor the event organisers had any idea of what was going on. This was very much Zhu’s baby and what a fucked up little incestual baby this was likely to be. Everyone began to take their seats within the closed booths. I took a seat with Ready Eddy, one of the long-time regulars. He was a mammoth of a man with Tartan braces and thick stubble. A Texan by birth but loved hammering on about his Celtic ancestors with a not uncommon love for Whiskey, Oil and the Republican Party. One of the striking features of the man is his entourage made up entirely of black men and women under the height of four foot. To say that he was odd is like saying Space is big. But, he buys my drinks and it feels fitting to enjoy the event with a real fanboy of Zhu’s creative indulgences.
X – “You putting any bets on this one”?
Eddy – “I got money to spend, but Zhu ain’t seeing a dime till he lets us all in on this one. Y’all know I been to every single one of these God damn events and this the first time he’s kept me in the dark. Ain’t right ya know.”
X – “Get us another Whiskey and stop your wining. What you reckon the course will consist off?
Eddy “Oh, I am hoping for dwarves naked running around all lubed up”.
X – “Eddy, you have wanted that for every event”.
Eddy – “Can’t blame a man for trying”. He chortles stuffing a Cigar into his drooling mouth.
The lights go down and the drum roll begins. The stage is surrounded by a curtain and roughly double the size of a basketball court. There is a real sense of apprehension within the audience and nothing can be heard from the viewing boxes surrounding the stage. The stage light pans to a platform above the stage. I can see Zhu, he is shirtless draped in a long trench leather coat and a massive smirk. What the hell have you been up to?
Zhu – “Welcome, welcome, thank you all for coming. Today, has truly been an epic display of athleticism, skill and courage and I would like to take the opportunity to thank and praise all the magnificent specimens that took part in our events.”
Eight girls walk onto the stage all pristine and perfect in little designer cocktail dresses. One of them is the Brazilian girl who took a liking to me. I take in her voluptuous long-legged body, my dick twitching with the thought of her participation. All the eight contestants have around their necks a golden medal. The sight of the girls and the winner’s medals leads to a rapturous applause from all the viewing boxes. Eddy booms out a “Ye Hah” and even I can help but put my hands together and yell out “girl power”.
Zhu – “Our eight winners are delighted to join us in the final event of this evenings contest. And, what an event I have lined up for all of us. I hope you will accept my apology for not filling you in on all the details, but I didn’t want anything to ruin the surprise. On the count of three I will drop the curtain and let you see for yourselves and then I will explain the rules of tonight’s event. Please join me with the count down, three, two, one”.
Fireworks light up the stage as the curtain falls. There are a few gasps from the boxes and then another round of applause begins.
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