Baby's Balls
6
Oh I was getting hot in the sun waiting for Niko; I pulled the bottom of my bikini high in my pussy crack for maximum exposure to the afternoon rays.
I was primed for a good fucking by my man's cock, the sun, my memories all warming me. Life as a gurl had always veered up and down. I had some wonderful highs as a teenager with Mack. He fucked me several times a day, week after week, month after month. My boy twat was so opened all we needed was Mack's tongue for lube. I enjoyed my daily enemas, warm and making my boy pussy ready for sex. I had become addicted to ass to mouth, loving the heated cock fresh from inside me, the tang of my pussy a fabulous spicy addition.
I had gone to a party with Mack at a friend's place; she was a tgurl also but living with a guy I didn't like. Nasty, always pulling at parts of me, I avoided him but she was nice and fun.
Mack went to smoke some weed, "Hey Baby just hang out. I get us some weed for later."
I got a Coke and talked briefly with cute blond boy then wandered to where the music was. The nasty guy came up to me right away, bumping me towards a hallway, "Come, smoke some with me."
I tried to get around him; no way, he was intent on keeping me. I opened my mouth to yell but the slap was faster.
Aaahhh pain flash, I staggered back hit the wall and skidded down onto my butt. He leaned over, delivering another slap to my face, "Be quiet bitch or you get more."
He was strong, lifting me easily, propelling me down the hall to a door, outside he shoved me hard. I tripped over my feet falling against a trash can, sliding onto my ass again. He was on top of me pulling my arm and hair, "You won't get hurt, just shut up and move."
In the alley I was dumped into the back of a suv, he drove off. I thought he'd get the fuck he been denied and that would be it. Not so. Not even close.
` "Please you're hurting my arm!"
"Shut the fuck up bitch!"
The policeman held me against the wall of the motel in Miami, he and others had burst through the door yelling about everyone get on the floor. I was sitting on a cock at the time, bouncing on the bed.
This cop jerked me on to the wall as others slapped the man I was riding, cuffing him, he squealed about the pain. It got quiet when they took the naked man out and I was tossed onto the bed, "Get something on you!"
"Can I wash?"
"Did he cum in you? No? OK, Yes quick!"
Undies, bra, skirt, crop top, heels, fixed my face.
"Let's go!"
The seat in the back of the cop car was solid plastic; I bounced hard all the way to the station.
"Interview 2!"
I was ungently deposited into a chair in a claustrophobic room, "Sit, don't get up and shut up until you're told to speak!"
I guess this latest part of my career as a prostitute had ended! Ok by me! Living the life was shit, dumped on by Quincy my pimp, slapped by just about anyone and fucked in every way you could imagine often in pain.
A handsome Latino entered, no uniform, file folder, huge gun on his hip. "Did you have your Miranda Rights read to you?"
He shook his head at my NO! He did it. I agreed to talk.
"How old are you?" He didn't like my 18 answer; he leaned over the table taking my chin in his hand, "Truth always it's the only way out. We're not looking to charge you."
"Can I be sure of that? How?"
He pointed, "Stay still!"
When the door opened again a suit came in with the cop, "I'm Assistant DA Rogers, what we want is an honest interview and statement from you and you will be free to go with some limits."
"Limits?"
"We need true info on you before we can decide what happens after. Got it?"
I said yes. They sat down, "Try again!"
"I'm 15." They were wide-eyed. I told them everything since I was taken by the nasty guy.
At a dirty apartment he fucked me hard several times, slapping often keeping me a jittery mess. I kept thinking it was just the sex but no. Another man showed up, a dark-skinned Latino, they talked in Spanish.
I was taken away by that man, tied and gagged in the back seat of an old Caddy. When I was carried out it was in a dark parking garage, my legs were released.
"Don't try anything, pain will follow!" His hand on my neck guiding me towards an elevator bank. We were whisked up to floor 20, the door opened to an apartment, glass all around, white tiles almost antiseptic like. In a small bedroom I was untied, stripped, "Wash yourself, inside and out! Do it! Everything you need is there."
He locked me in. I found an enema bag laid out with cleanser, I got the hint.
Squeaky clean I knocked on the door, another man was there, a slender Latino middle height, full mustache, bald, dark eyes with heavy brows. He extended his hand, "Miss come out."
He kept my hand, twirled me around slowly, "AH very nice! Please come with me."
A huge bedroom with a king size bed, all white, everywhere. He held a white nightie out, I slipped into it. He drew me to the bed, "Please lie on your stomach, Miss."
The bed was whitest white like a freshly fallen field of soft snow.
I was afraid but there hadn't been anything bad since leaving the nasty guy. The slender man followed me; straddling my lower legs he reached under my hips and raised them, "Please stay like that."
He spread my pussy ass, OOOHHH his tongue! He began a wonderful eating of my boy cunt. He was really into it, doing all sorts of very pleasant things. Spreading me wider so he could get inside to the max, the tongue was insistent.
I loved it, he was very skilled. After about 30 minutes he paused, "Please lie flat now."
He again began licking me, starting at my feet, when he arrived at my pussy cheeks, I was spread again, he put his face there and lay down. His head remained still with just an occasional lick one hand cupping my left pussy cheek.
"Miss I enjoyed your boy pussy. Thank you for washing so well."
I was offered food and drink; it was brought to me lying on the bed.
"Enjoy, I will be back shortly."
I drank the Coke and was asleep quickly. When I awoke I couldn't move or see, a gag spread my mouth wide, no pain just trussed up.
I heard movement, a voice low near my right ear, "Little cunt, do not worry you are valuable so you won't be hurt unless you are foolish. Trying escape or injuring yourself or anything else will be cause for more pain than you have ever felt. I wish to be sure you understand, please nod your head."
I did and felt a needle prick in my thigh. Lights out again.
I lost everything, time suspended until I awoke again. Under covers in a soft bed, warm not hot, in a light night gown that reached my hips. The room dark, difficult to know how big. Sitting up was a bad idea, head spinning around.
Decision: not to move for now. I fell back asleep.
Later I was aroused by someone on the bed, a warm hand on my arm, "Honey, you should try to sit up. Hopefully the dizziness will be gone now."
It was light enough to see a blond woman leaning over me, quiet, nice face, "Come on I'll help you."
I sat up, ok this time. A smile, "I'm Jodi, honey. You're safe here. You're called Baby?"
I felt ok in answer to her questions; she answered a few of mine.
I was in Rio de Janerio, in a large apartment building near the Copacabana. Why? That answer was one I didn't want to hear. I was now a prostitute, working for a firm that maintained boy gurls for hire by wealthy businessmen.
Jodi lifted her leg to show me a slender white anklet, it looked like plastic. It was a sensor which kept track of her movements in the building. I would have one soon. There were two floors where we lived and worked separated from the world in our cocoon. Jodi called it the `pleasure Dome.'
She said the clients don't abuse us; we do get to keep money, clothed and fed. We can go out when they trust us and we are able to leave when we have paid our costs or our men decide and if we have performed well.
It was all too much at that point. A man entered swarthy but gorgeous body and face, naked with a metal restraint on his cock and balls, big! I stuck my left leg out of the covers at his request; he knelt and secured a white anklet on me. He left with no further words beyond don't try to remove it.
Jodi lay beside me, her night gown like mine stopped at her slender hips, red with red mules on her feet. I could see mine was mid-night blue. Jodi explained about the anklet, it was programmed to report where you were at all times and that it wasn't just a gimmick but real-time tracking. If you go where you're not programmed to go it instantly reports you.
We talked a bit; she snuggled under the covers with me. She was just 18 and had been here for a year. We examined each other; she was without her testicles with a ring through her clit head and a small disk there with a crest and motto in Greek, "Owned for Pleasure." Her breasts were small but quite lovely, hormones.
She got me to roll over, exclaimed how pert and sweet my pussy cheeks were, she licked me briefly.
"We do get to make love to each other if attracted, no forcing."
I in turn kissed her rounded ass sliding in to lick her boy cunt that had a man's name tattooed around it. It was her second lover who brought her to Rio to work here. My face must have begged the question, "He loves me but wants me to prostitute myself for several years. I am to be opened for ease of use and made submissive to cock in every way. He has extensively read erotica and modeled himself after Sir Stephan in `The Story of O' who owned a woman and shared her. I haven't yet been beaten like the woman in the story."
I was to have some training before being offered to clients, it was to be mostly about etiquette and limits. Easy but there would be men who will fuck me to see how I was under a man and offer suggestions on how to improve.
A large man came into see me in the morning. He was nude, hairy chest, muscles and a very large cock. Uncut, thick, huge balls, "Dear we are going to have sex for a few hours. It is a test for you; please perform as best as you can."
With that I began many hours of sex, I was given pleasure, giving in return and no small amount of pain. Not that I beaten or anything but the men used me hard, big penises with demands.
I must have passed their tests, on the second morning a slender, darkly tanned man came into my room, naked as the others, good looking but his cock was pulled back between his legs. He got under the bed covers with me, "Hi! I'm Gaston and I will be your serving girl. I clean you and your room, get things you need and you are allowed to use me for sex within my limits."
Gaston had no testicles, his cock was indeed locked down but his tongue was fabulous! He gave me a demo, Oh so good on my sore pussyass.
After he got brunch, some new night wear, undies, bras, garters, hose, etc... all in midnight blue, "that is your color Dear, all the girls are different colors."
I had a lecture by an older man, grizzled, hairy, bandy-legged with large prick that curved hard to the right. I was to be submissive to every client's needs, I should not fear being injured because it wasn't allowed and the clients all knew this. If anything did happen the client would be punished and did say that one client had been emasculated after he had injured a gurl. His name he said was `Rogue.'
The following day after Gaston washed me I had my first client. He was an easy suck/fuck but I did gain confidence that I could do the work. I certainly was not repulsed by the men using me; they were always clean, well-spoken in English, demanding but not too much.
At the end of my first working week Rogue returned to spend a night with me, taking me may times. In the morning he asked if I had ever done scat or golden showers, I was upset after they were explained. He told me it would happen at some point but not to fear because I would be prepared.
"Come!" In my bathroom kneeling I drank his pee, not a lot but I wasn't disgusted.
"The issue with scat is the smell but you will find it to be a truly intimate experience with the partner."
I went back to seeing clients daily, every day although I did have some evenings off.
Gaston took care of me; I got to socialize with the other gurls. We made rainbows of color, each in their own appointed shade. We were all white gurls, mostly blonde but not all, petite, slender built cute little femmes. Some with working cocks that were enjoyed for their femininity but retaining the ability to fuck and cum in the clients. Most were in some form of emasculation either chemical or physical or emotional.
In the main room for the gurls, there was TV, games, things to read, catalogs where we could ask for items to be purchased for ourselves and we were able to make shopping lists.
The sex between gurls wasn't encouraged but tacitly allowed as a way for us to let off some emotional energy. Jodi, my red' gurl, and I developed a routine of enjoying each other's pussy asses. We told each other our stories' and cuddled. I also became close and sexual with Corinne; a petite blonde whose cock was was ringed but operable.
At the end of 6 months I was visited by a client' who was distinguished', white hair and mustache, nice firm body and thick heavy cock. I performed my requested tasks as passionately and correctly as I knew how. I had become practiced in my skills without being an automaton. I knew it would displease clients to be a robot.
My distinguished client orgasmed in me at both ends, enjoyed my willingness to clean his cock after completing in my boypussy and energy in doing everything. He acted quite pleased, "Baby please come to the bathroom."
I was placed on my knees on the soft rug, he rested his cock across my face, "I am going to ask you to perform scat and golden showers with me now. I have been informed that you haven't done this up to this point in your stay here. I am to be your introduction. Do you have any questions?"
I gulped but shook my head no. He brought his ass to my face and having enjoyed analingus with many clients began the caress. He talked to me preparing me, my tongue deep inside him when I felt his muscles tensing and the edge of his turd coming down.
`Open your mouth dear and press your lips against me, surround the anus." It was very warm, several pieces that weren't large "Swallow them my dear."
I choked a bit but they went to my belly. That was all; I was surprised when he told me to lick him clean carefully. My head was tilted back, he held his cock at my open mouth, "Close your throat and hold my urine."
"Now gargle a bit," he did that several times with me swallowing his pee afterwards.
He was done, "My dear you are special! I am very pleased." In the shower with him, he was kind, cleaned me with an enema. Gaston had been called and told something in Brazilian and returned with a greenish liquid, I was to wash my mouth in the shower, rinsing 3 or 4 time and then drink some.
My client stood behind me drying my hair, softly and with very gentle hands dried me all over. I was surprised when he gathered me in his arms for the short trip back to bed. He lay me down on my back and lay down upon me between my thighs.
His name was Enrique, a businessman, well off and looking for a young lady to share his life with, "You please me sexually; you are properly submissive and very beautiful. I want to explore the other parts of my requirements to see if you are suitable. Now would you be interested in hearing?"
We lay there for hours in various positions, eating in bed, talking. I gave him my bio; he knew some from the management. We discussed his sexual needs and what he expected a concubine to do for him beyond the bed. He closely examined me about my desire to leave the house where we were and my ability to be loyal to him. Bluntly put, would he need to restrain me somehow or would I stay with him.
I told him that I would want to connect to my parents so they would know about me but that I had grown past my previous life.
He then came to what was an important point for him, "I would wish to have you altered. Your testes would be removed and you would be introduced to a hormone regime. There would be no attempt to create a vagina, I do not need that."
Well I certainly didn't need my balls; beyond eating pussy I knew I'd never fuck one.
I was on my belly, Enrique was lying on me with his soft cock down my pussycrack, "I will be honest that I want to be able to make my own decisions about my life not ordered around forever. I don't think I'm ready for that now though. Is there an end date for your offer?"
He said he was 55 years old and could see his wanting me for 15 years but it could change. His father had had his little sister at 68 so there was longevity in his blood.
Did I have whatever it took to be this man's `woman' to have, to hold, to change, to use? Would the reward be worth it?
Enrique whispered into my ear that he would pay my `salary' into an account that he would not have access to and give me an allowance to spend on clothes, etc... I would have to live as his female companion, travel with him and be his hostess when needed. I would be on the move a great deal as he had business interests around the world.
He said he would want to use me as a toilet, not every day but it was something that would be part of our arrangement. He would also expect I should know I will be mounted daily, never a day without sex.
"Now you have something to consider, I also. I will return in 4 days to Rio and be here then to meet with you. Please consider all aspects in your thinking and even if you want to join me I still have decide if you can be trusted."
Enrique's cock had been swelling in the last few minutes as he had gently rubbed his body on me, the erection was quite firm as he slowly entered me.
"Aaahhh yes your pussy is very soft and good."
He fucked me very hard, pounding me into the bed until he orgasmed. I lay on my side sucking him; he stretched out as I nursed, "Excellent Baby! You are a nice fit for my cock."
Once he was gone a man I didn't know entered my room, I was languid on the bed, "Please lay back."
His body was very nice, large sex, big chest, dark tan without lines. He turned me over and quickly entered my pussy. His strokes were powerful, deep inside every time, spreading my hole wide.
Faster, faster, really driving into my guts, the slap of him on me was like gunshots in the room. Pinned to the bed I accepted his dominating me.
He was close, "I wish you would finish me with your mouth!"
He withdrew; I turned over, Oooof it was in my mouth. He thrust forward gripping my head, I gagged it seemed to please him. I did nothing but make a hole for his cock which he wanted to find the bottom of.
Suddenly the cum was spurting, Lots of it. I hardly tasted it, blasted down my throat.
After a few wet dick slaps to my face he left. I lay back, who was he... not like any client...
Jodi came bouncing in, hugging me in my just fucked state, "Baby he fucked you! That's so cool!"
"Who?"
"OH my, that's Peter! He's the owner!"
No shit! He'd been spoken of as a mythical figure who wasn't around much, didn't fuck the gurls but was like some kind of demi-god.
"You're the first gurl he's fucked since I've been here, over a year. He must have a reason to fuck you now. What have you been up to?"
I told her about Enrique and what he had said. He had to ask permission to consider buying me. Now what?
Jodi went down on my used pussyass; she enjoyed slurping me nice and clean but resisted my doing her. After I lay back alone, what about Enrique's proposal? Could I have patience not to try to get away? Would his money and travel opportunities be enough to hold my freedom needs back?
I thought for a long time with only two clients before the end of the day, no overnight either. I sat in bed and made an assessment of me and what I wanted. I decided I was too young for lifetime plans, going with Enrique would give me experience. He was a good fuck, the scat and Golden Showers would be difficult depending on how often and more.
The balance shifted to accept Enrique, now it was up to him.
A blonde head poked into my room, Corinne had a cute smile, "Hi! Up for pussy licking?"
I spread my arms wide; her bright yellow nightie was tossed aside as we 69'd with gusto. We had formed a loose bond based in pussy worship, she tasted so good. In 30 minutes we lay facing each other kissing, "So Jodi says you got fucked by Peter?"
We talked about it and Enrique, he hadn't told me to be quiet. Corinne believed her destiny was here as a whore for now but understood my itching for more.
In the dark later I was sure I was right to choose Enrique. Now I had to wait.
I explained to Enrique when he returned how I felt and why. He took me onto his lap, "Little one I hoped you'd get there in your thinking. Good! We can move forward."
I told him about Peter's fucking, he smiled, "I had spoken to him so he wanted to fuck you before you left. He seemed sure you would see the value of my offering."
I stayed for another week, working as before as a Brazilian passport was arranged for me. It was the real deal. I was a woman of 18 years born in Sao Paulo, Barbara Flores. Ah, being called Baby would fit. I was told to explain to anyone my miserable Portuguese was due to living America for so long. My parents were now dead, no siblings.
My last day started with another visit by Peter, I was escorted to the bathroom, kneeling to drink his pee. The large sex against my face, "Baby you are going out, if you have difficulty adapting or other issues you can return, we will protect you." He lifted his penis and lowered it into my mouth, "nurse slowly."
For 10 minutes or so I knelt servicing his cock with just my mouth, surprisingly he didn't engorge but remained flaccid. He smiled down at me, "I do hope you enjoy being with Enrique. Go now little one."
At the outer door, I was given my documents and a secret telephone number for any emergencies.
Enrique swept me off for a shopping trip through the most fashionable stores, I had to have everything. Two bodyguards carried my new things to the cars. At Enrique's hotel suite, I did a short fashion show before naked in the bathroom drinking from his cock.
On the bed, he mounted me slowly, enjoying opening me, climaxing inside, a stride me he rubbed my back, "You have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Romeo with take you, I have a business meeting."
I slept beside him after further fuckings in a silk t-shirt he had chosen as my sleepwear. Romeo was nice but taciturn, the doctor made an extensive exam. Pronounced me quite healthy and gave Romeo some papers.
At the hotel Romeo sat down with me and explained about security and what I could do to help and what not to do. Wandering around without a bodyguard was the worst. He told me that Enrique had a high profile in some countries so we had to be wary. He was adamant about my never accepting alcoholic drinks.
"You may be 18 but it is bad for you. Also might give you a lessening of concern for your safety."
I reassured him I wouldn't do that and would do my best not to cause trouble but since I was new to all this "Please don't be too hard on me but correct me gently."
I got a smile at that, "Yes we all learn new things now."
Apparently Enrique had never had a traveling companion before. Mmmmmm!
`My police detective and DA were almost in a trance with my story. They weren't writing anything so I guessed it was on tape. It didn't matter Enrique's death wiped away everything anyway.' >>>
`I was craning my neck to see London from my First-Class seat on a Varig flight a few weeks later. Enrique had gone on first and I had Romeo, maybe it was a test. I was going to stick to my word given solemnly to Enrique.
OH! I got to shop in Soho, Bond Street and funky shops in Fulham. Enrique was in a changing room once during a shopping trip, his prick rigid inside me as I knelt nude. The saleslady furiously masturbated in a corner as he plowed me hard and fast. I loved it! The saleslady had a strong orgasm and a big commission.
"Come back any time, Dear!"
I went to a Harley Street physician for possible hormone therapy; he started me on estrogen and some other things with the admonition it would be hard to stop.
Enrique took me to nice restaurants, exclusive clubs and a few old nice quiet pubs. We enjoyed London for a week before going on to Berlin.
I was sitting in the bath at the Adlon when Enrique drew me to the edge of the tub to drink from his cock. I can't say I liked it but I was getting used to doing it taking away my bad thoughts about it.
I accompanied him in a daring cocktail dress to an embassy party, halter top and quite short. Silver top and the lightly ruffled skirt part was deep black. Black thigh highs leaving some skin below the dress hem, spiked heels, a little clutch. Enrique gave me a big thumbs up!
I received a lot of attention, men and women, which I enjoyed as I was as mysterious as possible.
Enrique introduced me to many people whose names I couldn't match with faces. Johann P was different, darkly handsome and built. He and Enrique were deep in conversation for a while. Business. No girls allowed.
I had to ask two waiters for ginger ale before I got one, plus odd looks.
Sitting in a big chair, I guess I was eye candy that wasn't meant to be eaten because few folks talked to me until Johann P left Enrique and perched on the broad over-stuffed chair arm, "Are you enjoying this?"
"No, no one talks to me. Is it my clothes?"
He had a nice smile, "No, you look very sexy and smart. That's probably your problem."
"Why would any of these people be intimidated by me? I'm nothing."
"Oh Baby, you came in with Enrique. He carries weight and is carefully watched for what he does. I'm not bothered because he introduced us and I love cute girls!"
"I'm sure they love you too."
At last I was liking this more. We chatted about where Johann P lived, "You would like it, it a leafy neighborhood south of the Tiergarten. I have a nice apartment on the top floor with a garden terrace."
I saw Enrique waving, smiling, holding up two fingers. Johann P leaned over as he saw my quizzical face, "I think he tires of it also. Be prepared to leave." `
I thought the DA would drip saliva from his open mouth; the cop looked it was feeding time at the zoo, he lion – me lamb. I told them that had been about a year or so ago. I plunged on with my story as the leering continued.
Johann P accompanied us to Paris-Moskau' an old style restaurant across the River Spree from the Reichstag. Nifty little building with wonderful smells. Enrique asked to order for me which I willingly assented. I had a tender little hen with big mushrooms and braised fennel. Well that's what they said but it was good! The two of them pondered the large wine list, made choices which seemed to please the sommelier and we all enjoyed ourselves. We strolled south across the river after dinner tailed by the car and Romeo. A nice Summer evening!
Johann P offered to act as my city guide tomorrow as Enrique had meetings. We settled on a tour of the city's central areas by car and foot.
Lying under Enrique later, soft and warm from a splendid fuck my boypussy loaded, he gently kissed me, "You please me Baby. Here and elsewhere. I know the embassy party was boring for you but good for my business. You need to become accustomed to finding your own passage through events like that in a way that will be favorable to me. I will not take you to many of these things, I do not like going myself now that I have you."
Sweet, I enveloped him with my small arms and legs, "I will make the effort to mingle in the future!"
We kissed for a while before dropping off to sleep spooning.
In the morning, Enrique took my hand, leading me to the bathroom. I knew he would scat me and knelt quickly. He saw my open face, "Baby you are ready. I am pleased."
His ass blacked out the light; my tongue did its work. This time as the first turd met my tongue I didn't withdraw, I kept it in his channel moistening the path. As four smallish bits slid into me I felt a rush of sexual intimacy with him. I re-entered his opening after swallowing, laving in deep as I could. I spread his cheeks to gain more depth; Enrique realized my motions were different from previous times.
He turned to offer his penis to my mouth; I was opened wide, ready. He filled my mouth several times smiling down at me.
"Baby you are wonderful! Our doing this has reached a new plateau. Please wash your mouth and join me in bed."
I snuggled between his thighs kissing the large cock head, "Enrique, I very much wanted to do that with you. My tongue inside your warmth made me quite excited."
"Hold me in your mouth!" I engulfed the whole soft sex but it didn't remain flaccid for long. As it grew he encouraged me to fellate him slowly, we built a lovely hardness which at his suggestion I climbed on. His hands on my slender hips creating the pace I rode that cock to ecstasy for us both. Plunging my pussyass down hard to his pelvis, opening my cunt only to tighten as I rose over him.
Enrique's hands roamed over me, gripping, pulling, caressing and some twisting, I felt marvelous when I could look into his eyes to see the lust. He took a nipple and my tiny cock in his hands giving me pleasurable jolts as the burning in my pussy reached new heights.
He yelled out his orgasm had arrived I drove down firmly encasing his cock inside me, squeezing with all my might. The pulsing organ felt so powerful in me. Enrique pulled me down flat to his heaving chest kissing me passionately, "Baby, ..."
We lay together like that for a few minutes silently, our breathing slowed, "Baby, I have not enjoyed sex more! You have given your body to me! I am delighted with your loving spirit."
I slid down to that fine prick, lifting it with my tongue it slithered in to my welcoming mouth. His fingers in my hair, gentle motions, "Baby we have gone past an important point together. You are my woman now!"
After that we did act like a couple. He consulted me on events, food and other parts of his non-working life. We shared. I learned so much about life from him. The sex remained spectacular, passionate, loving with fabulous orgasms.
That week in Berlin cemented our relationship. There was Brussels, an overnight in Paris with a "Don't worry we will be back here for a while soon" comment as the plane lifted off from Charles DeGaulle for Athens.
At JFK arrivals we were met by several dark suits who whisked us through the Customs process quickly to a huge black limo which took us to a helicopter pad where another black thing carried us to Manhattan. More black limos, Romeo looking uncomfortable on a jump seat with the dark suits.
We entered the hotel from a loading area going up in a service elevator to a superb suite.
"Baby, you go and freshen up while I have a talk with these men." A quick kiss, a soft pussycheek pat.
Romeo brought my bags in, "Why so mysterious?"
"They work for the government, very secret. Do you need anything?"
He exited with my no. The bed on a platform was huge; I could lose Enrique in it. The gilt in the bathroom almost blinded me. I looked out the window which faced south and west. I was looking down at a wide avenue busy with cars and people. I watched for a bit at the bustle of the city that I had always wanted to visit.
Romeo knocked, he brought me some ginger ale and cookies, fat macaroons, "He will be a while longer. I thought you might enjoy a bit of snack."
I took his hand, "Thank you. I know you aren't happy about these men, are they dangerous?"
"When you do business with governments it is always unsafe."
He wouldn't go beyond that.
He returned with several magazines and tourist info, "We may be here for several days."
After some time Enrique came in, he gathered me into his arms for a kiss, "Baby I have to do more business and will be gone for several hours. Please order your dinner from room service. I promise you a nice day tomorrow."
I held him tight, "Are you alright?"
It was complicated business, needing concentration; he would be fine after they are finished.
When I did see him again it was at the mortuary, very cold. No one told me anything about what happened except he had a heart attack. Such a load of shit. He was in great shape all around.
Police questions were intense but brief. I had never left the suite and Romeo had been in the center room all the time after Enrique went out.
Enrique's company paid for the hotel but I had to leave. Where to go?
I had a Brazilian passport which no one questioned, a credit card from my bank account in London where Enrique put my salary. There was about $2000.00 in cash and my clothes. Romeo was an employee in the regular way so he was ok which made me feel better. To get things together, Romeo moved me to a non-descript mid-town hotel. He took precautions we were not followed I was to disappear for now.
I am a 14 year old American who was an 18 year old Brazilian in New York City. So I dialed the `secret number' Peter gave me when I left Rio.
The DA wanted Peter's last name but i couldn't help him. He wanted the phone number but no longer had it. It had gone with everything else a few months earlier. A lot of questions I couldn't answer but i did give it all up about Quincy. No reason to cover that lame pimp's ass!
I gave them chapter and verse on his business that I'd learned over the last few months. All his locations, where he'd stash money and girls. Who worked for him, what clubs he liked, cars, apartments and houses where I'd been even what he liked to drink and where he ate frequently.
When I told them about the other under age boys Quincy had for rentals they were back to salivating. Three other boys like me.
They wanted to know how I ended up with Quincy.
My call to Peter in Rio got my door at the mid-town New York hotel knocked on the next day. I pale skinned tall man who said he was Paulo came to talk. He wanted to know all about Enrique's death. He didn't satisfied with what I knew. After he left I called Romeo, he came around right away.
We talked, he wanted me to leave the hotel NOW. He helped get all of my stuff together and in a cab.
"Go to this address, ask for Jacko and don't call Rio again until we talk again."
The building in Greenwich Village was an old apartment house, Jacko was a Spainard. Good-looking, slender in hipster clothes. He put me in his guest room. It looked out onto a frazzled garden with beat up chairs.
I hadn't cried much over Enrique, it had to come but right now I was scared and confused. But Romeo said with Jacko I'd be off the grid, nameless, faceless, a void. He'd given Jacko some money for the room I didn't know how much but "It's taken care off," to me in front of Jacko.
The bed was ok so I tried to sleep. In the dark later Enrique washed over me I lost it for a some time.