Ebenezer Screwed was a strange old man, he was by all accounts a fairly friendly man, but, he seem to love money over everything else, including sex.
Obviously, when he was a young man he enjoyed the pleasure of the flesh, like most people do, but when he discovered money and his love of it, everything else became less important, which explained why, even though he was part owner of 'Marley and Screwed, Sex Utopia.' A sex club and gift shop that was visited by everyone in town, he choose to stay in the office, and count the takings instead.
However, that was all about to change...
On a cold Christmas Eve night, just after he had locked up Cecil the gimp in his cage for the evening, he was about to leave the premises, when his only employee, Bob Shagit, the man who did all kinds of odd jobs for him, but mainly cleaned out the oil wrestling pool, said "Excuse me sir, but I was just wondering, if you would like to come to ours for Christmas dinner tomorrow?"
Ebenezer turned and looked at him, stood there, in a just his leather studded black jockstrap and black wellington boots, and replied "Thank you Bob, but I think I'll spend the day at home, with my money."
"But sir." Protested Bob "Its Christmas sir, you should be with people who care about you and love you. Please, come to ours! Mrs Shagit will suck your cock like you've never been sucked before, and the twins will ride your brains out like there's no tomorrow, and Tiny Tina is just dying to have your old cock in her arse, say you'll come sir? Please!"
"I'm sorry Bob, but I would just prefer to stay at home, and count my money." Replied Ebenezer politely, before he asked "Humbug?" as he held out a bag of sweets for Bob to take one.
Anyway, Ebenezer departed after that, and strolled along the cold wintery streets, passing many people who wished him a happy Christmas, and others who wanted to know if he fancied a quick festive fuck in a nearby alley.
But, he turned each offer down, politely, and continued on home, and a few minutes later he arrived outside his large luxurious house.
It was the house he once shared with his business partner Robert Marley, before Marley died of suffocation just over a year ago, when an over excited large girl with a massive arse, sat on his face for a little too long.
But, as many said who knew him, it was probably how he wanted to go, so it wasn't all sad.
Anyway, Screwed stepped up to the front door, to unlock it, and as he went to put the key in the slot, something odd happened.
The large brass door knocker, usually shaped like a pair of balls, began to morph into the face of Marley, with his long dreadlocks, his large nose, and wispy goatee, and Ebenezer stared at it in confusion.
"Screwed!" it then cried, making Ebenezer jump in fright.
"Only joking!" It then said, in his cheery Jamaican accent.
Then it was gone, and the dangling brass nuts were back again, before Screwed stood for a moment wondering what he had just seen.
After that, he quickly unlocked and opened the door, and hurried inside, to get out of the cold.
That night Ebenezer sat in his living room, in front of a roaring open fire, just beside his electric heater and opposite his warm radiator, while he happily gripped ten pound notes in his hand, and tried not to think of the strange apparition he had seen earlier.
"Ah, money! Money! Money!" he muttered happily to himself, as he ran his fingers back and forth over them.
It was a short time later however, as he was engrossed in his pounds and pennies, when suddenly, a noise caught his attention.
The sound of running water, and then laughter was coming from another room, but it couldn't be he thought, there was no one else was in the house except for him.
So, curious to find out what the noise was, he got up out of his comfy red leather wingback chair, crossed the room, and stepped out into the hall.
He could now clearly hear the noise, and it seem to be coming from one of his back rooms, so, he followed it along the hallway, through the kitchen, and to the Jacuzzi room.
The Jacuzzi room was Marely's idea, he had wanted a large room that over looked the well-kept back garden, where he could entertain ladies, and it had a huge glass window to look out of, and a well-stocked bar, and of course, a large round fully functioning Jacuzzi.
Not surprisingly, Ebenezer had never used it, especially since his friend had passed away, so now he wondered who was in there, taking liberties with his friend's things.
Opening the door, the bright glowing lights hit his eyes making him squint, but as he adjusted to them and stepped inside, he nearly had a heart attack, when he saw his old dead friend, sat in the bubbling warm water, with two topless young women.
"M. M. Marley!" Screwed mumbled nervously in disbelief.
"Ebenezer! Come, take off your clothes and get in here, the waters fine!" replied his old friend cheerily.
"I'd rather not." Replied Screwed politely back, before asking "But more importantly, aren't you... dead?"
"As dead as your sex life!" replied Marley cheekily back, before he and the girls laughed heartily.
"Then, how can you be here?" asked Ebenezer curiously.
"Ebenezer. I've come with a warning." Replied Marely sounding more serious, before he continued "You need to change your ways man. You need to start living life, enjoying the fruits of mankind, you need to start fucking!"
"Fucking?!" exclaimed Screwed a little surprised.
"Yes fucking man! Fucking!" replied Marely firmly back.
He then stood up in the Jacuzzi, revealing his old slim athletic frame, and what looked like a large black horse's cock dangling between his legs, before he stepped out of the pool and stood in front of Screwed.
"You need to fuck Screwed. Fuck as often and as many times as you can, or you will be doomed for all eternity!" Marely then said firmly again, before he turned and moved to the bar.
"Why? Why will I be doomed for all eternity if I don't have sex?" asked Screwed back perplexed.
Marely picked up a glass of rum, turned and faced him again, before replying "Because sex is life man! And you are missing out on life, sitting in your office all day, counting your money, instead of humping anything that has a hole! I told you when I was alive, you need to get laid more, and now I'm telling you again Ebenezer. Fuck, or be dammed for all eternity!"
Marely then downed his drink, before he then stepped back into the Jacuzzi, sat back down in the warm bubbling water again, and wrapped his arms around the shoulders of his two hot young women.
"But I prefer my quiet life, it's not harming anyone, why should I change?" replied Screwed in protest.
Marely sighed, and then replied "Fine. You won't change, then I'll guess, they'll have to make you!"
"Who, these two girls?" asked Screwed, glancing at the blonde and brunette in the pool.
"No man. The three ghosts! They have ways of making you see differently!" replied Marely with a grin, before he then said "Expect the first one on the stroke of midnight, and then the others each hour after that!"
"I don't want to see no ghost, especially that late at night!" replied Screwed worriedly.
