Chapter 2: It's Payback for Laura and Sammie
I didn't see Laura any more that night. I slept on the sofa. In the morning, the bedroom door was still closed and I assumed, locked. I cleaned up, made my own breakfast, dressed, and went to work.
It was a tough day at work, constantly thinking about what happened last night and what might yet happen. I think I still held out some hope that everything would work out and life would go back to normal. When I got to front of our apartment house and started up the stairs towards the door, I heard a voice from behind me. "Hey, Sam." It was Gino's goon Carlos from yesterday. "This way, we're going for a ride." He was standing by the driver's side of a limo. There were two other men, Hispanic, muscular and wearing lots of gold jewelry, standing on the curb side of the car. My first thought was to go in and lock the door behind me, but they had me boxed in. They would have grabbed me before I could put the key into the lock and open the door.
With much fear, I turned and slowly walked down the steps. I entered the car through the rear door one of them was holding open. Within a minute, they were all in and as Carlos pulled away from the curb he said, "Hey Sammie, meet Rico and Charlie. They help the boss with special jobs from time to time." No one offered to shake hands.
The windows were tinted dark so no one could see inside. There was silence for a few moments and then he said, "We're taking you out to Long Island. Your wife's getting ready to make her first movie. Gino thought you might want to watch. "
How considerate. I really didn't know whether to be relieved or angry. Evidently, they weren't going to chop me up in little pieces and feed me to the fishes. But what were they doing with Laura? Yesterday Gino mentioned coming back today and signing a contract. I guess that was just a ploy to get me to calm down.
"Is Laura all right?" I said, maybe a little louder than I intended.
"Hey, not to worry, she's going to be all right. I'll bet she enjoys it, just like yesterday."
Anger rose quickly and I lunged at him, but the guy next to me grabbed me by the collar, pulled me back, and pushed a switchblade into my neck in a flash.
"Hey, Sam, are you serious? Where ya' goin' with that. We're doing you a favor you know. Most guys don't pay their debts end up in an alley kissing garbage can covers. Hey, Rico, I think Sammie needs a lesson, don't you? Show him what you got."
Rico let me go and settled back in the seat. I looked over at him. He had a smirk on his face. Slowly, he unzipped his fly. He pulled out a massive thick soft penis, with a big uncircumcised head. He stroked it and pulled back the foreskin while I watched. His friend in the front seat turned to watch with a big ugly smile on his face.
"C'mere, Sweetcakes." Rico put the knife on my neck, grabbed my by my hair and forced me down to his lap. "Suck it, Sammie, suck it." I could feel the point of the switchblade just under my ear. I opened my mouth to accommodate him and started sucking up and down.
"That's it, Baby, nice and slow. Squeeze me with your lips and tongue." Evidently, Rico was an expert on receiving blowjobs.
"Hey, Rico. Don't make a mess back there. Gino'll throw a fit."
"Guess you're going to have to swallow it all, Sammie." I glanced up and he was smiling. He forced my head down until his dick hit the back of my throat. He was choking me with it. I struggled to breathe, but only got short gasps of breath before he would pull my hair and force me back down. Finally, after a few minutes, I felt hot, thick cream spurting up into the back of my throat, and I could hear him moaning. It seemed like he held me down for an eternity while I forced myself to swallow it. When he was done, he slowly let me up. I had some cum on my lips that I wiped off with my fingers. But he grabbed my hand and forced it back to my mouth. "Eat it all, Sweetheart. Don't make a mess. I don't want to get in trouble with the boss." I had to suck my fingers dry.
"Hey, Sammie, we got more of that for later on. Rico's a real animal." It was Carlos. They all laughed. I'm not sure what they meant, and I didn't want to ask.
The rest of the trip was quiet, almost boring except for the fact that my insides were churning thinking about the fact that my wife was going to be in an adult movie and I was going to watch her perform.
We finally pulled up to what can only be described as a mansion. It had a long circular drive that curved around to the front under an overhanging roof. The double front doors were massive and imbedded with crystal windows that had colorful images of birds that I'm sure never visited New York in their natural state. We all got out. Carlos walked right up and opened the door as if he lived there. Rico and Charlie brought up the rear. We entered the foyer, which was sliced by a huge stairwell leading to a set of rooms on the second floor. Carlos walked up the stairs and we followed.
We entered a bedroom with a large framed picture on the wall. Surprisingly, there were a number of chairs facing the picture. "Rico, tell the boss we're here." Rico went out, shut the door, and in a minute was back with Gino.
"Hey Sammie, good to see you." He held out his hand for a handshake. I really did not want to take it, but I thought I'd better.
"Where's Laura, Gino?"
"Don't worry, Sammie, she's all right, you're gonna see her in a few minutes." He looked at Carlos. "Sammie give you any trouble on the way out?"
"No, Boss, hardly any at all. He even gave Rico a blowjob and let us watch." They all laughed again.
"That right, Sammie? You gave Rico a blowjob?" He had a big smile on his face, as everyone else did. I didn't answer.
"Hey, we're ready to start. You're going to get a big surprise, Sammie. Rico, you, and Carlos take the picture down."
The two men went over, lifted the massive picture off the wall, and moved it to the other side of the room. It left a window that looked into the adjoining bedroom. Evidently, it was a two-way mirror. The bedroom had a large round bed with white silk sheets and pillows. The room was empty, but I guessed that it wouldn't be empty for long.
"Everybody sit down." Gino pointed to the chairs. I had a sharp pain in my gut. We all took our seats facing the two-way mirror. Gino dialed someone on his cell phone and said, "Okay, we're all ready. Let it roll."
In a few minutes, a number of people entered the adjoining room. One of them was my wife who appeared tense, but apparently unharmed, wearing a low-cut red slip that clung tightly to her bulging breasts. Her nipples were half-visible above the cut of the bosom. The others were a man with a mobile movie camera on his shoulder, a woman with a scene board, and another woman who looked as if she was telling everyone what to do. Two men entered the room, a large athletic black man, and a muscular blond guy with a deep tan.
"Wait a minute." Gino got up and flipped a switch on the wall next to the window. We could now hear the woman talking to the others. Her voice was clear, demanding, and authoritative. "You met Calvin and Brad downstairs, Laura, and we explained the scene. Are you going to be able to go through with it? We don't have time to stop and deal with emotions once we get started."
"I'll be all right, let's get started," Laura replied quickly and nervously.
"Okay, here's the set up. When the camera starts rolling Calvin and Brad are going to approach you and sandwich you between them. They'll slowly start to lift your slip over your head while their hands roam over your body. When you're completely naked, you'll undress Calvin who's in front of you while Brad undresses himself behind you. When you're all naked, you'll go down on Calvin while Brad takes you from behind. After that, we'll just let it flow. You're only job is to remain compliant and show everyone that you're enjoying it. Lot's of moaning and smiling, leading up to the big 'O'. Is that clear?"
There was no reply. It looked like everyone, even Laura, was anxious to get started. "Okay, then, let's have a lot of passion and excitement. Give the folks something to remember. Let's go."
With that, the girl with the board jumped in front of the camera and announced the scene. This was scene 1. I was praying that there wouldn't be a scene 2. The director woman yelled 'Action'. Calvin and Brad approached my wife. I didn't know what to think or do. I'm sure my wife had never been with any black men and, of course, never with two men at once, at least to my knowledge. I was ready to fight everyone off, charge out the door, grab her, and run, but I knew I wouldn't get far.
Calvin and Brad sandwiched her as she writhed her body sinuously back and forth between them, almost in rhythm to some unheard sultry music. She almost looked like she was enjoying it. Last night when Gino asked her, she said she had been unfaithful to me a couple of times. All day I wondered with whom she had been cheating, but that didn't come near to the anguish I was feeling now. Brad lifted off her slip from behind and let it drop to the floor. She was now naked. Her breasts pushed against Calvin and her nipples hardened. She unbuttoned Calvin's shirt and pulled it off him while he leaned over and French kissed her. Then she loosened his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. His pants slid to the floor and he stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Brad slipped out of his clothes behind her. In just a minute or so, they were all naked and pressing their bodies against each other. It looked like Laura was holding her own with these guys.
