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Part One, Chapter 4 They had to sit on the bed in the motel room and talk about it first. In the beginning to overcome his reservations. In the end for Bring to provide additional information. "Well, you've seen the bucks, you have some in your pocket." She studied him. "There is another kind of buck, called skins." She saw his face. "I know. Well the difference between bucks and skins is that bucks have to use condoms. Skins don't. No." She placed her hand on his knee, "Don't ask why, that doesn't matter. Just remember, a guy who gives you a fuck buck, has to use a condom. You have to make sure. Which means you have to be in here watching to make sure. All right?" She rubbed his leg. "Skins are no problem." She leaned close and kissed him. "You can watch or not." She kissed him again. "I'd kind of like you to watch." He rolled his eyes. "It'll be over before you know it, then it's our turn." She gave a broad smile. Her hand moved toward his crotch. "We can, you can, rather, shut the door and have your heart's desire." "Are you . . ." "I'm sure it is all right with me. Besides, the card didn't say we had to do it just once. We can put things into limbo, put off rolling the dice again until sometime tomorrow morning." "But . . ." "I'd really like to do it. All right?" She leaned close to him, her breasts pressing against his arm. She had left her top in the van. She kissed him. Bring got off the bed and went to her black bag. She took out a handful of condoms which she placed on the dresser. She turned and smiled at Peter. "For the men. You'll probably want to put the condoms on the bed after you've tied me up." She turned back to the bag and rummaged, then pulled out her hank of ropes. She walked back to the bed and tossed the rope to Peter. So they got things ready; Bring was tied. She was on her back, on the bed, her arms and legs were spread out. Each wrist, each ankle was tied to a bedpost with a rope laced through a ring on her bracelet or anklet. She had been a little cross with him, saying he was not being creative. He thought this way looked most comfortable. Peter took one last glance into the hotel room. Bring turned her head toward him and made an air kiss. He shut the door. His motel room was toward one end of a row of rooms. There were not a large number of cars on the lot and there were men out talking in the summer night. It was cloudy now, the air seemed hot and heavy. He started to go over to a group of three men, then stopped. He felt stupid. What was he going to say? He began to turn around when he heard one man speaking. Peter listened for a moment, shook his head. He could not do this. He turned around and walked back across the parking lot. He opened the door, saw Bring on the bed looking at him. She was smiling. She stopped smiling and looked at him differently. Peter shut the door behind him, leaned against it. "I can't do it. I . . ." Bring stared at him. "Why not?" "It doesn't make sense. It's wrong. I can't do it." Peter shook his head. "Sissy," Bring said. "Untie me." She turned away from him and stared at the ceiling. "I can't believe what a sissy you are." Peter untied Bring's ankles first, then her wrists. She did not smile at him when he leaned over her and lightly brushed her breasts. He flinched away from her and continued untying her wrist. "We can do another card . . . maybe . . ." "You're such a sissy." Bring sat up on the bed, swung her feet off. "Why did I have to end up with you?" She sat up, stood and went over to her clothes bag. She pulled out a large white t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on the front, put it on. She went to the door. "I'll get the men myself." She glared at Peter. "It's not that hard." She went out the door, shutting it behind her. Peter sat on the bed and shook his head. This is crazy, he thought. A few minutes later Bring came back in. She took off the shirt, she folded it, and put it back in her bag. She sat down on the bed, lay back down. "Tie me up again. They're waiting outside." She gave him a look. "Such a sissy." Peter tied her ankles first, then her wrists, standing at one side of the bed to do one, walking around to the other side to do the other wrist. He did not feel like he could lean across her. Peter could not figure out why he was doing what he was doing. When he was done, he stood away from the bed. Bring smiled at him. "They're eager. Let them in." She stopped smiling. "Remember what I told you." Peter gave a slow nod, went to the door and opened it. There were five men outside, three of them were the ones he had seen earlier. He held the door open. They walked into the room, each stopped momentarily when they saw Bring. Bring said, "What you do is each one of you gives Peter, there, one of your bucks. Peter?" Peter looked closely at her, turned, then he waved a buck from his pocket in the air. "And you can have sex with me." Peter glanced over his shoulder to Bring who smiled at him now. He turned back to the five men. "No kidding, I guess." Bring looked up at them and smiled, her tongue slipped out briefly and swept across her lips. She writhed on the bed, then stopped. She smiled and laid back her head. A man wanted to give the whole bundle to Peter. Peter said, "No, just one is all I need." He stepped to the side. "Looks like you're first." The first man walked up to the bed. "You have to use a condom." The man quickly nodded, picked a condom from the bed, looked back at Peter, then faced Bring again. "Damn," was all he said. He was quick. Peter had another bill in his hand, this one a skin. When the first man was done, and had backed away, Peter said to the second man, "You don't have to use a condom. Okay?" The man just nodded. The third man was a problem. He had given Peter a regular buck, but didn't want to use a condom, "Guy before me didn't, why must I?" He had his pants down, and was already on the bed, when Peter said. "Use a condom or get off." He paused. "Now." The man ignored Peter and was proceeding. Peter said it again, "Use a condom or get off." The third man's friends behind Peter were telling him to quit. "Come on Al, do as he says. Don't ruin it for us." Peter stepped toward the bed as Bring yelled, "Larry!" A door slammed somewhere; a moment later a very big person was in the room. He passed the two men behind Peter, next Peter, then he placed his hand on Al's shoulder and jerked up. "Are you all right, Belinda?" She nodded and said, "He needs to use a condom." She glanced over to Peter and grimaced, then back to Al. "You have to use a condom." Larry gave Al's arm a little squeeze. "Going to do as she says?" Al nodded not looking sideways. "Good. Do it." Al nodded again. Larry released Al's arm, but stood by as Al opened a condom wrapper and slipped one on. "Good." Bring looked at Al, "Thanks Al, now fuck me good." She said into the air as Al started to paw her body, "Thanks Larry." "Any time." Larry came back to stand next to Peter and they both watched Al. When Al was done, Larry nodded to Peter and said, "Any time you need anything, just holler." He walked up to the two men behind Peter, held out his hand. They showed their bucks. "You men use condoms." He walked to the door, turned around and said, "Peter, you're doing all right. Martha likes you." He left the room. Peter was in a daze as the two others handed him their bucks and took their turns. Larry wore white shorts and a shortsleeved shirt. One hundred years ago the fabric would have been called lawn. Larry was a seriously big person dressed like a little kid. When the last man was done and had left the room Peter walked up to the bed, sat down. "Who's Larry?" "Larry is kind of hard to explain." Bring tentatively smiled at Peter. She bit her lip and writhed. "Oh, I'm still so horny." "I figured Larry would be kind of hard to explain." Peter got up, "I wonder if any apple drink is left." "I have to go to the bathroom." Bring puffed out her cheeks. She let the air out slowly as she watched him walk through the room. "Nope, no apple drink left. I'm going to go out and see if I can find something to drink." He searched for his billfold on the dresser, then realized it was in his pocket. When he passed the desk, he ran his fingers over the cover of one of his books. When he got to the door, he flicked out the light. "You're going to fuck me first, aren't you? Oh please. Don't leave me." "I'll be gone for a little while. Then we can talk about Larry." Peter went out the door, turned and spoke into the darkness. "If you can't hold it, I'll sleep on the floor." He closed the door. He stood for a minute, remembered he was going to find something to drink and left.
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