The Lies You Tell the Others
(and the lies you tell yourself)
7 - Tha Phrat Boyz
"I won a thousand dollars at the crap table last night," Michelle told the young man she stood beside, in a confidential tone.
"That's great," he said. "A thousand? You must be a high roller. I never won that much in one night."
"Guess I'm just a lucky girl." Without his say-so, she leaned against his arm. "Maybe you want some of my luck to rub off onto you?"
He moved slightly to the side to reestablish his personal space and picked up the pair of dice the croupier had pushed toward him. "Nothing wrong with a little extra luck."
"They say if somebody blows on your dice, it gives you good luck. I know how to blow, Seb."
He held open his hand. "If you say so."
"I'm good at blowing," she elaborated, fearing he hadn't caught her double entendre. She took off her overly-large round eyeglasses and leaned forward to give a little puff on the dice, then put them back on.
He sent the dice flying but then groaned. "Ugh."
"You got a seven. That's good, right?"
He shook his head, as the croupier raked in some of the chips and rewarded other bettors. "I needed a ten. I guess you do have good luck, if you won big last night without even knowing how the pass line works."
"Oh. Well. They say that a kiss for good luck also works."
She tilted her plain-looking face upward a little, inviting contact, but he ignored that. "I'm not really superstitious," he said.
"Hey, even if you lose a little bit of money at crap, you still can get lucky tonight. 'Cause I've got a thing for tall men." At just over five feet tall, she did seem comfortable in the company of the six-foot-four man who towered over her. Indeed, she put her hand on his back just above the waist, reinforcing her second double-entendre, and this time he didn't move to avoid her, as he placed a new, smaller bet on the next shooter.
"The game's called craps. Not crap. You really are new at it."
She lowered her hand a few inches and caressed his right buttock. "Maybe you can get me another drink and teach me what I need to know. Then later on maybe I can teach you a few things too."
"Who's your friend, Kutch?" Another college-aged guy, halfway between them in height, had come up behind them.
"I don't know. She just walked up," the taller one said, turning partway and brushing Michelle's hand aside in sudden chagrin.
"I told you. I'm Michelle. Why does he call you Kutch if your name is Sebastian?"
"Because he thinks I look like Ashton Kutcher."
"Who?"
"Really? He's on TV. Just mind your own business, Stifler," Sebastian said, responding to both at once.
Michelle was irrepressible. "He's Stifler? That sounds dirty," she giggled.
"From a movie," the newcomer answered on his behalf. Then he gestured toward the two young women behind himself. "I brought you some company, Kutch. Maybe improve your luck."
Michelle waved dismissively. "He's already got me as a good luck charm."
One of the girls spoke up. "You didn't say nothin' about her."
"I didn't know either," he stated, then addressed his friend. "Come on, man, finish up here and let's all go somewhere we can dance."
The other young woman demurred. "This is creepy. You didn't tell us about her. I'm outta here." They both turned to leave the gaming area. The one nicknamed Stifler started to follow them out but gave up after a few steps.
Michelle thought he was gone. "So what happens next?" she asked her young man, referring to the craps table.
"You fucked it up for both of us," Stifler accused before Sebastian could answer.
She turned her head toward him but placed her arm around the tall one's waist again, possessively. "Well, sorry, but Seb and I are having a good time. Aren't we? Or am I supposed to call you Kutch, now?"
Sebastian twisted away from her and faced his friend. "Next time, give me a little warning, will ya? I didn't know where you went."
"She'll need to make it up to us. To both of us."
Suddenly Michelle groaned. She had spotted someone else. "Oh, shit. Can we go?"
Her companion of the moment wasn't inclined to move. "Go? Where? I'm right in the middle of the action right now." The other shooter had just picked the dice up from the table again.
She picked up her clutch purse. "Can we just GO? Please?"
It was too late. Another tall man, this one considerably older, had identified her from the entryway and now approached the table. He had a busty thirty-something woman on his arm. "Well, well, well. Where's Dennis? Aren't you supposed to be with him?"
"Hey there, Titless," the other woman chimed in. The descriptor was unkind but apt, because the 45-year-old was not only unusually short but also scrawny. "Didn't expect to see you here. Shouldn't you be upstairs in the room sucking cock or something?" She looked at the shorter young man for assurance that her graphic comment had registered, then looked up at the tall one and smiled enticingly.
"You're the expert on that, slut," her adversary responded.
"Now now, Zoey, let me handle this," the older man chided his arm candy. "But she's right, Chelle. If you want action, Dennis is right there for you."
"Yeah, drunk and passed out, if you call that action."
"So he doesn't even know you're here? Does he know you're running around behind his back at midnight, obviously drunk, with not one but two younger men? Younger than your own children?"
"Wait. So now you're accusing me of cheating on HER husband?"
"He's not my husband anymore," Zoey insisted. "He's all yours now. I took your boyfriend away from you."
Sebastian backed away another step. "I don't want to cause any trouble, man," he said to the latecomer. "She just walked up and started talking with me. That's all."
Alben, Michelle's boyfriend of two years, held up his palms in a conciliatory gesture. "It's not your fault, I'm sure. Sometimes my pushy little sub forgets the ground rules."
"Me?" Michelle asked indignantly. "Ground rules? I didn't agree to any of this."
"Exactly my point. So you just take it upon yourself to go looking for a new partner? Or two? I sure hope you're using protection."
"I bought a package of condoms. Yeah."
"So you really were planning this."
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet. You're the one that cut me loose. Maybe I WILL sleep with him. With BOTH of them. And yeah, maybe I'll suck their cocks too, while I'm at it. Both of them."
"That would be just like you," the big-titted one sneered. She looked up again at the tall young man and asked, "wouldn't you have more fun with a real woman instead?" She wiggled her torso slightly, letting her half-exposed boobs jiggle for his viewing pleasure.
"He's turning you into a nude," Michelle said to the better-endowed woman.
"What?" Zoey laughed. "What does that even mean? You're drunk."
Alben took her by the hand. "Come on, Zoey. If she's determined to cheapen herself like this, who are we to stop her?" He addressed the tall college man again. "Just so you know. She has three holes." Neither of the younger men reacted to this immediately. "Not just the two." Still no response. "I'm saying she likes to take it up the ass." Sebastian shook his head no, but the shorter man he called Stifler perked up at this information. "Oh, but her specialty is deep throat. Don't let her pretend she doesn't know how."
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She opened the bathroom door into the main area where the twin beds were. There were now four young men in this two-person economy cabin.
"Who's these?"
"Hadda pee. I said, who's these?"
"But they're just wearing boxers."
"But who ARE they?"
"You don't look like brothers."
"Stoppit. Leggo me. What's Tappa Kegga Bru?"
"I can't help how I look."
"Well I'm certainly not going to do *that*."
"Stoppit. And don't call me that."
"No, I mean skank. That's mean."
"Don't wanna take my top off."
"This was s'posed'ta be just you'n'me, Seb."
"That was supposed to be a secret."
"You didn't have to tell them my husband can't get it up anymore."
"Yeah, I'm sure you all can."
"I can tell you've got a hard-on."
"But I'm just here for Seb."
"So then kiss me."
"No, I don't mean you."
"Just him'n'me."
"What's he gonna do to me, Seb?"
"Well, he's sure trying to."
"This wasn't what I...."
"What's he gonna make me do?"
"What're they gonna do to me?"
"Watch out! Careful!"
"Cuz I need them to see."
"Gimme back my shirt, then."
"You don't need big ones to nurse two kids."
"They've got me half nude, Seb."
"I was right. Seb, they're turning me into a nudie girl."
"Aren't you going to stop them?"
"Well, of course I was going to let YOU see."
"Of course."
"Okay. They can all look. Just to look."
"Too late anyway. Now."
"Stoppit."
"Cuz I'm not wearing any panties. That's why."
"For him."
"But everyone will see, Seb."
"This is so embarrassing. Everyone will see."
"I never got stripped nude in front of four guys at once."
"Totally nude."
"Okay, there. Now the sandals too."
"Don't stare at my feet. I know they're ugly."
"Well I think they are."
"I know. What's done is done."
"I'm a nude."
"Cuz I can't."
"I don't like it this way either. But my husband said not to anymore."
"Six weeks."
"There. Everything. I'm a nude. I'm a nude."
"Oh, it's just what my husband says."
"No, that was my husband, not just a boyfriend."
"Go on. Look at me."
"So what if I'm drunk?"
"I'm a nude. Take a good look."
"Cuz if I'm a nude I might as well pose like one."
"I wouldn't say turned on. Embarrassed to death."
"Are you gonna let him touch me there, like that?"
"Feels okay. That's not the point."
"I guess I'm just a nude."
"I'm just a nude now."
"Cuz it's what you let them turn me into."
"No. Why do you want to see that?"
"No. I don't let anyone see it."
"Well yeah. But just for my husband."
"I know what he said."
"I gotta lie down."
"Cuz I need to."
"So what? You're the one gave me the drinks."
"I know. Can't help it. Gotta lie down."
"So don't let them."
"Cuz you got me into this."
"No. Just you."
"But it's gonna lead to more than that."
"Okay."
"Yeah, it feels good."
"Okay."
"Not there."
"I knew it was leading to that."
"I guess so."
"What are you doing?"
"All four of them? Do I hafta, Seb?"
"I know I promised I'd do whatever you said."
"That's not very big. You're bigger than that, aren't you, Seb?"
"I was just speaking the truth. Didn't you say that about my boobs?"
"Whatever."
"You already turned me into a nude."
