Revenge

Please read Chapter 2 of Revenge, and this will make more sense.

Special thanks to kenjisato for the editing, whom I cannot recommend enough.

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Amy and Rosario walked down the beach, holding hands, Amy swinging their arms wildly until they were skipping along, laughing.

Slowing as the pier came into sight, they grinned at each other, and Amy gave her a side hug.

"Good?"

Rosario nodded and smiled.

"I find it impossible to be grumpy if I'm skipping; I wonder why that is?" she shrugged.

Rosario smiled and shrugged.

"So, Miggy has your thong, huh? Don't worry, I'll help you get them back," Amy smiled.

"Thank you."

"Esmy says you're going to work the embassy circuit?"

"Uh, yeah, just long enough to get some experience and save some money."

"Then you're going after that woman?"

"Yes."

Amy squeezed her hand.

"Good. She shouldn't get away with it."

Rosario was uncomfortable discussing her plans for revenge with someone she didn't really know, so she changed the subject.

"Uh, how long have you and Jack been together?" she asked.

"Twelve years. Wow, has it been that long? Yeah, I guess it has. I was twenty when he saved me."

"Saved you?" Rosario asked.

"Esmy didn't tell you about me?"

Rosario shook her head. "No, not really."

"Then I'm gonna need some alcohol," she laughed, as they reached the pier and headed toward the restaurant at the end.

They didn't see anyone as they walked up; then the bartender, Miguel, came around the corner.

"Amy! And, don't tell me, don't tell me, Rosario, right?"

She grinned and nodded.

"Well, it's just the three of us. I sent the cook home for the afternoon, so I'll be taking care of you myself. What can I get you to drink?" he asked, as Amy and Rosario sat at the bar.

They ordered margaritas and perused the limited menu, deciding on fish tacos.

"Coming right up. Oh, I almost forgot. Rosario, Jan found your thong the other night and asked me to put them on you the next time you came in, certain you wouldn't be wearing any," Miguel said, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face.

Rosario froze, unable to speak, and she could feel Amy smiling at her. She had suspected they planned something similar, hoping she had been wrong.

"I, uh, well, you can just hand them to me," she managed.

"Normally I would, but Jan was very specific, and I don't want to be on her bad side, you know?"

Rosario sat there, her mind searching for a solution, when Amy hopped off her stool and grabbed her hand.

"Come on, Rosie! I'll help," she said, and pulled her around the bar, where Miguel was pulling her yellow thong from a drawer.

Amy stood behind Rosario, while Miguel knelt in front of her.

"Oh, they match your dress, how cute!" Amy chimed in, giggling and tickling Rosario, who giggled nervously.

Rosario lifted a foot and Miguel slipped the thong on first one leg, then the other, glancing up to see her with a nervous smile on her face, Amy's grinning face peeking around Rosario's body.

Miguel's hands were on her legs as he slid the thong up, Amy giggling when his head disappeared under Rosario's dress.

"It's magic!" she laughed, noticing Rosario's hardening nipples were just barely tenting her dress.

Miguel kissed her thigh and Rosario jumped, Amy against her back preventing her escape. He ran his hands up and down her legs, just tickling her skin, and then Amy's mouth was on her neck, her hands caressing her breasts, and Rosario whimpered softly.

Her legs seemed to spread of their own accord, and Miguel wasted no time in running his tongue up and down her slit, forward and back, and Rosario eventually groaned.

"Isn't his tongue magical, Rosie?" Amy breathed into her ear and nibbled her lobe.

"Mmmm," she replied, letting herself enjoy what they were doing to her.

Miguel's magic tongue found her clit and she moaned loudly, turning her head in search of Amy's mouth, when movement caught her eye.

A loud chime sounded, and Miguel's head popped up and he looked down the pier, where a white couple in their fifties was slowly coming toward them.

"Shit, we've got company," he grumbled.

Rosario pulled up her thong and straightened her dress, then Amy grabbed her hand and tugged her down behind the bar.

She frowned at her new friend.

"What?" she mouthed, Amy's grin making her decidedly nervous.

Amy put a finger to her lips and wedged herself into an empty space under the bar and pulled Rosario in next to her; Rosario looked at her like she was nuts.

Amy waggled her eyebrows at Rosario, then reached out and yanked Miguel's board shorts down, his half-hard cock bounding free.

"Shit!" he said, startled, and stepped in close to the bar, where the white couple couldn't see below his waist.

Rosario giggled, clamping her hand over her mouth.

Amy grinned and stroked his cock, while Rosario stared at just the second one she had ever seen.

"Hello. Can I help you folks?" Miguel called out.

The couple leafed through a translation dictionary and replied in broken Spanish, asking for directions to where they could rent a deep-sea fishing boat.

While they talked, Amy grabbed Rosario's hand, which was soon stroking a cock for the first time.

Up top, Miguel was drawing the couple a map with directions to the charter fishing pier a couple of miles down the coast.

Down below, Amy mimed a blowjob and Rosario swallowed nervously and shook her head. Amy mouthed 'Watch me' and took Miguel into her mouth, bobbing slowly. Miguel covered a moan by coughing, and Amy and Rosario grinned.

Amy backed off and Rosario tasted her first cock, emulating Amy. It was weird, mostly, but she was excited. Juan, her first, had told her that men really liked it and she would have to do it often as an escort, so she was happy to get a little experience, even though the situation was completely ridiculous.

Up top, the couple thumbed through the dictionary, asking what time the restaurant opened for dinner.

Down below, Rosario felt something sweet on her tongue and backed off, a string of pre-cum stretching between them. Amy leaned in, caught it with her tongue, and followed it to Rosario's mouth, Amy stroking Miguel rapidly.

Up top, Miguel was resting his elbows on the bar, trying hard to keep a straight face and help the clueless Canadians. His orgasm wasn't far off, Amy was super-talented at all things sex, and if they didn't leave soon, they were in for one hell of a surprise.

Down below, Amy knew he was close and slowed her stroking. The Canadians were thanking Miguel for all of his help and saying they'd be back for dinner; she could hear them walking away.

"Put your mouth on him when I say, and just keep swallowing, okay? Trust me, Rosie," Amy whispered, quite seriously.

Her tone caught her off guard, and Rosario nodded.

Amy's hand was a blur, and Miguel moaned, his forehead resting on the bar, watching through slitted eyes.

"Gonna cum...Gonna cum...Fuck, cummming!"

"Now, Rosie!"

Rosario wrapped her lips around him, and Amy held her head in place as Miguel's cock kicked, a warm stickiness on her tongue, filling her mouth. She swallowed four times before she gagged, and Amy nudged her aside, her mouth swallowing the remainder, as she stroked him dry.

"Okay, Rosie?" Amy asked, concerned, as Rosario took deep breaths, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Rosario nodded and Amy's face lit up.

"Miggy, help us up," Amy said, and Miguel helped them to their feet.

"I'm getting too old for shit like that," Amy groaned, stretching her back.

"Thank you, Rosie," Miguel said, leaning in to kiss Rosario's cheek.

Miguel and Amy kissed, smiling at one another.

"You're never boring, Amy," Miguel chuckled.

"Heaven forbid, Miggy. Heaven forbid. We're gonna get cleaned up. We'll eat in back; pull the privacy curtains around, yeah?"

"I've actually got some shopping to do, is it okay if I lock you in for a couple of hours? You can lock up when you leave if I'm not back, okay?"

"That's fine, Miggy. Rosie and I need some time alone, don't we, honey?"

Rosario smiled shyly and nodded.

**

Miguel brought lunch and a large pitcher of margaritas, then took off. The tacos were excellent, and the margaritas were strong.

Finished eating, they dragged a couple of chairs around to watch the ocean and propped their feet up on the railing.

"I grew up in Los Angeles and things at home were never great. Mom and Dad divorced when I was three and I never saw him again. Mom got married and divorced twice more, and there was always a lot of yelling and negative energy in the house.

"I spent more and more time at my friend Beth's house. Her mom, Ursula, worked from home and was super chill. I moved in with them when I was seventeen when my mom moved to Montana with husband number four. Like me, Beth never knew her dad, so it was just the three of us.

"Ursula had been a professional beach volleyball player when she was younger and was beautiful; six-two, blonde, blue eyes, with the longest legs and tightest ass you can imagine, and Beth was like her twin. I had a mad crush on both of them, though I would have never admitted it.

"I liked boys and girls didn't do much for me, besides Ursula and Beth, that is; it was a very confusing time. You can relate, I imagine," Amy said, glancing at Rosario, who nodded.

"Ursula had a studio over the garage where she worked, and there were often women, and a few men, going in and out in the evenings. I was curious about what went on up there, but I didn't ask; I had learned at home it was better to just keep my head down and not make waves.

"Beth went out with a friend one night, a week after I turned eighteen, but I was just getting over a bad head cold and begged off. The police knocked on our door at two in the morning. There had been a car accident, and Beth and our friend Susan were dead," the last word a sob.

Amy took a long drink and Rosario squeezed her hand and refilled her glass.

"Thank you, honey."

"It was horrible, and Ursula and I clung to each other for support. The night after the accident I lay awake, feeling numb, when Ursula came to my room after midnight and crawled in beside me. She didn't say anything, just hugged me to her and held me, and we cried ourselves to sleep.

"The next night was the same, and the one after that she just came to bed with me. She flipped the light off and said, 'Come to Mama, baby.' I snuggled up against her and she wrapped her long legs around me. We were asleep in minutes.

"After the funeral the following day, Ursula said she had to start working again and asked me to put on something nice and join her in the studio. It was crazy, Rosie. There was a bed and a sofa, and there were bright lights and three cameras set up to stream everything.

"Ursula told me she did shows three nights a week, and special private shows other days. I was clueless and asked her what kind of shows she did, and she just smiled and queued up her last show while she changed clothes.

"She was wearing lingerie and talking to the camera, playing with herself and stripping as people watched online and gave her money. Then somebody asked her to fuck herself with a dildo, and she said she would if they gave her enough money.

"I was vaguely aware that this was a thing, just not that Ursula was doing it, or how sophisticated her setup was. She came out of the bedroom in a red cocktail dress that left little to the imagination, took my hand, and sat me on the sofa. She turned all of the equipment on and sat down beside me.

"Ursula introduced me as her daughter's bestie, Madison, which is my middle name, then she apologized to the hundreds of people watching for missing several shows, and then about the accident being the reason why. As she talked, people began to give her money.

"We talked about Beth for a while. I was really nervous, but people were leaving welcoming comments, saying how sorry they were for our loss, and I began to relax. People told me I was beautiful and asked if I was a model and if I did shows like Ursula. I shook my head, and everyone said I definitely should, that I could make a lot of money. Ursula ended the show soon thereafter, promising to get back to her regular programming in a couple of days.

"We had sex that night, a first for me. I was snuggled up against her, talking about the cam show, and she said with tits like mine, I could make a fortune. I was heavier then, and like a 36E, now I'm more of a 34D. She hefted my breast and ran her thumb across my nipple. I was nervous and lay real still while she ran her hands over my body, under my t-shirt, and inside my panties. I remember that night like it was yesterday."

"'I need you, baby, please,' Ursula breathed into my ear."

"'I'm still a virgin, Ursula,' I replied, my heart pounding, wet between my legs.

"'Call me Mama, baby, please. Let me teach you.'

"Ursula rolled me onto my back and kissed me. She had the softest lips and tasted like peaches. We just kissed for a long time, our hands slowly feeling each other. Then she threw the covers off and got on her knees, throwing her long T-shirt into the corner.

"She was so beautiful, Rosie. Her legs! My God, I get wet just thinking about those impossibly long legs of hers. She pulled my panties off while I tossed my shirt away, and I swear I was shaking when she spread my legs and tasted me. I orgasmed in just a couple of minutes, no clue what was happening," Amy chuckled.

"That night was so good in so many ways, but what I'll always remember most is that she cried the whole time. Not big sobs or anything, but she had tears in her eyes every time I looked at her, which made it sad, too.

"We slept together every night after that, and she gradually introduced me to her cam viewers. After a month, I was on every show with her and the sex was incredible, just sooooo goooood! I fucked my first-ever man in front of a camera, an older hunk named Alan, who worked in the porn industry. More about him in a second.

"Ursula was really struggling with depression, and I was basically holding everything together. Sex was the only thing that could hold her interest, and she was almost manic about it. The shows were great because of it, and we were making a fortune, but when we finished, she would just curl up on the couch or wander around the house in a fog.

"She wasn't eating or taking care of herself, and I was worried about her, but I was dealing with my own depression and didn't know how to help.

"It was the four-month anniversary of Beth's death. I was up in the studio that evening, getting everything set up for the show, and when I went down to see if she was ready, I found her on Beth's bed, dead from a drug overdose."

Amy wiped at her eyes and took a long drink, draining her second margarita in twenty minutes.

"It was just horrible. I lay down next to her and held her hand for a long time before I called the police; I was in shock, I suppose.

"Ursula didn't have a will, and nothing was in my name, so I had no claim to the house, the camming equipment, or the money in the bank. I talked to a lawyer, who told me the estate would be tied up in something called probate for a long time, and he sort of hinted that if I wanted something, I should take it now, before someone appointed by the court came in and documented everything.

"Alan stopped by when he heard about Ursula, and he offered me his spare bedroom for a month, so we loaded up his pickup with the cameras, lights, laptops, my camming outfits, and so on. I had a debit card for the checking account, so I withdrew what I could.

"I was so fucked up, Rosie. The next two years were a downward spiral. Alan got me work on adult films, first as a fluffer, blowing actors to get them hard for their scene, then on-camera work. I wasn't a very good actor, though, so I had to do some pretty sketchy stuff to get by, weird fetish shit I had to be on coke to get through, and I was soon addicted. I hated myself, my life, everything, and I was only twenty.

"Then I met Jack. Some wealthy guy hired a friend of mine to entertain some businessmen, and she hired me and another girl to join her. We were at a nightclub and my 'date' had some blow, so we went into the men's room, into a stall, and did a couple of lines.

"We fucked right there in the stall, probably the least-satisfying fuck of my life, and that's really saying something," Amy barked a laugh.

"Then the guy says he'll leave first, like no one knew what we had been doing, and left. I got myself together, left the stall, and as I was walking past the sinks, there he stood, looking at me in the mirror."

"Jack," Rosario said, squeezing Amy's hand.

Amy smiled and nodded.

"Jack. He glanced at me and then went back to washing his hands, which pissed me off, because I looked goooood that night, at least I thought I did.

"'Want some, baby? No charge for a handsome man like you', I said, popping a tit from my blouse, squeezing it, and giving him my porn moan. It was, looking back, as pathetic as it sounds," she chuckled, shaking her head.

"He looked at me in the mirror and didn't say anything. It made me nervous, but I didn't move. There was just something in those eyes that rooted me to the spot, even with the coke coursing through me.

"He walked over and dried his hands, not looking at me, taking his time, and still, I didn't move. Then he turned and stepped over to me. I was so nervous, Rosie! He tucked my breast inside my blouse and buttoned it, like a parent dressing their child, just looking at me. Then he put a finger under my chin, barely touching me, and we shared a look. God, it was so fucking hot! Just a pure animal attraction...for me, anyway.

"He spoke quietly, 'Thank you, honey, but no,' and started toward the door. I burst out, 'Wait!' and he turned and looked at me. 'Why not?' I sounded so whiny, like a little girl.

"He stepped back to me, and pulled a business card from his jacket and handed it to me. 'If you want to get clean, change your life, maybe find your purpose, call me,' he said, then he leaned down and kissed me. It was soft and gentle, the best kiss of my life, by far. 'I hope you'll call,' he whispered, and then he ushered me out the door. I saw him leave a little while later, but not before we shared another look."

"How long did you wait to call him?" Rosario asked.

"Hmmm? Oh, a whole six hours," she grinned, laughing when Rosario started.

"I was leaving my 'date's' hotel at about five in the morning, when a female police officer met me in the lobby. Apparently, this asshole I'd just been with had been mouthing off about meeting a prostitute earlier and someone had notified the hotel manager, who called the police when we got back to the hotel and waited in the lobby for me to leave.

"They took me to the station, read me the riot act, then let me off with just a warning when they saw I didn't have a record. I was wondering how I was going to get home and rummaging through my purse to see if I had any cash when I found his card. Just reading his name, Jack Armstrong, made my pulse quicken. I sat on a bench and stared at that card for ten minutes before I found the courage to call the number.

"'Hello?'

"I couldn't speak, Rosie, I just sat there, listening to him breathe. I was so, I don't know, scared, I guess.

"'Text me the address, honey, and I'll be there,' Jack said, and I sobbed, just once, and hung up, then texted him the address.

"A taxi pulled up twenty minutes later and Jack got out, came to me, and hugged me. I started crying and couldn't stop. We went to his hotel, and I talked for hours, baring my soul, then he tucked me into bed and held my hand until I fell asleep.

"We flew to his home in New York, and I got clean, which, thankfully for me, wasn't that difficult. His--our home is in the countryside, and I walked for hours every day. I finally had space to grieve for Beth, Ursula, and Susan, and I forgave myself for all of the awful decisions I made after they died.