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“Make the call,” Chandrah said between puffs on her cigarette. She was staring down Lou, who was a quivering mass of fat under her gaze. They hadn’t waited for Kevin to arrive and un-cuff her, Lou had done it himself. Now she was sitting at the small table in the hotel room, smoking heavily and wired for sound.
Lou picked up his cell phone and cradled it gingerly in his hand.
“Dial it, you fat, dickless fuck,” she instructed. “I want to talk to “The Brain”.”
Lou dialed and handed her the phone. As soon as he’d seen her stretched out on the mattress, seen the look in her eyes that had prompted him to ejaculate out of sheer fear of retribution, he’d been putty in her hands. Figuratively speaking. The conversation was quick, clipped and over before he knew it. She tossed the phone back at him as soon as it was done.
“You have fifteen minutes to have this floor locked down. Do it now, and wait for The Brain in the lobby. Bring him up as soon as he arrives.” She stood and stubbed out her smoke. “I gotta shower.”
Under the assault of steam and water that turned her overwashed skin to a raisin-like consistency, Chandrah formulated her plans. In the mad whirl of the evening, she’d noted the conspicuous absence of The Brain from the debauchery. She noted it because her curiosity had been piqued; he was the only one of them with a brain. Not the just the few cells necessary for the rote routines the other nine knew, not even the few extra A.J. seemed to possess that gave him that ‘something’, that ‘charm’. He had a brain as clever and devious as Lou’s. And even if Lou was a fat, dickless fuck, he was a shrewd, fat dickless fuck, which put him in his own category.
By the time she was drying off, she could hear the soft murmur of voices from the other room. Slinging on yet another bath robe, she hauled herself out of the steamy bathroom.
The talking stopped.
“Hey, baby, I got here as soon as I could.”
“Thanks,” Chan said. She walked up to the dark man and kissed him. “I knew I could count on you, Chris.”
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he said with a smile that made his cat’s eyes scrunch up at the corners.
“So have I.”
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The two figures on the bed didn’t hear a thing as Lou, Chan and Chris crept into the room, a writhing, gagged person held tight in Lou’s grasp. It was the last room they visited.
The Harem had been effectively shut down; Howie grateful for his reprieve from the gaggle of raving, sycophantic women who had been attempting to simultaneously jeri-curl his hair and molest him, had been allowed to leave with his one true love, J.C. Chandrah noted the tender passion of Howie and J.C.’s kisses for future uses, and sent them on their way.
Dionne and Gabby had been startled to find that Kevin had lost them on the way to their room. They were having to content themselves with watching Nick and Lance, who were contenting themselves with each other. “You’d better be taking notes, and I want to see some WRITING in my e-mail before the day is done,” Chandrah warned them before locking the door behind her.
Brian and Amanda were long gone, leaving only a note saying that they were headed to Mexico, to the city of Chihuahua. Brian’s choice. Tell Leighanne ‘good-bye, and the dogs and the breasts were on him”.
Now they stood in the room where Erin slept the sleep of the unsatisfied beside a worn out A.J., who’d been unable to accommodate her in any way after having sampled Chandrah’s charms repeatedly throughout the evening.
Quickly, Chris turned on the lights and lunged for A.J. Lou tossed a bound and gagged Veronica on the bed beside Erin, who was no match for his weight and girth. In less than a minute, both Erin and Veronica were tied to the bed, ball gags firmly in place and facing down a panting Lou.
“They’re all yours, Lou-baby,” Chandrah said, handing him her bag of sex toys. “Have a field day. Check out isn’t for two days.”
She grinned at the two girls on the bed, whose eyes were wide in horror as Lou pulled a double-headed, vibrating dildo from the bag, licked it and murmured, “Joey.”
“Have fun ladies, Lou,” Chandrah said as she followed Chris and A.J. out of the room.
In no time they were down the hall and back in her own bedroom. A dark figure sat in the corner, unnoticed by anyone but her. Still, the object of her wrath was waiting on her, trying desperately to release himself from the tight grip Chris had on him.
“A.J., how could you?” Chandrah asked, looking him in the eye as Chris held his arms behind his back. A tear slipped from her eye, which she quickly brushed away, annoyed that her disappointment in him had cracked her facade.
“I.. I.. I..,” he stuttered, but her finger against his lips silenced him. Then she gave him a warm kiss, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his lips. Her own scent still lingered there.
“Too late for apologies and explanations, honey. You know what’s going to happen?”
A.J. tried to squirm out of the chokehold someone had on him. It had been dark, then light, he was exhausted. His arms were being forced up behind his back and he was sorry, really sorry...
“Baby, do you know what’s gonna happen now?” Chandrah asked him again, holding his face still so he looked into his eyes. He shook his head. “Law of Latona,” she told him, “What’s good enough for Amanda....”
“...is good enough for me,” Chris finished for her. He reached out and caressed A.J.’s ear with his lips. “Amanda always said you were a bit of a tight ass, so let’s find out, hmm?”
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“Well?” Chandrah asked the man who held her close as they shared the wing chair.
“All on film for your rewinding pleasure, ma’am,” the soft Kentucky accent drawled in her ear.
“I really appreciate this, Kevin. I know you weren’t really ‘up’ for that whole scene before, but...”
“Don’t worry yourself about it. As the Krishna says, ‘All paths lead to enlightenment’.” He kissed her neck.
“I don’t think he was referring to the highway to hell, though,” she murmured, and they laughed. Their laughter caused motion on the bed, and two dark heads rose up from the tangle of sheets and blankets. “Aren’t they beautiful?” Chan mused.
“That they are,” Kevin agreed, his gaze capturing A.J.’s in the muted light of the room. While keeping his eyes locked on A.J.’s. Kevin slipped his hand inside of Chandrah’s robe and cupped her breast, playing with it until the nipple was hard against the thin, terrycloth material. “Camera’s off, babe,” he told her.
“Then I think it’s time to join the party,” she said, getting up and shedding the confining material of her robe and sliding between A.J. and Chris on the bed. Chris spooned up behind her and a contrite A.J. faced her now.
“I’m sorry, baby, I...”
“The Krishna also says, ‘forgiveness is it’s own reward’,” Kevin quoted, as he spooned up behind A.J.
“No hard feelings?” A.J. asked her. Then he gasped as her hand stroked his erection.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” she said with a little laugh. Damn, she loved research.
~finis~