Chapter 28.
Boxi, Vegetables, Men and Marriage.
Trevor wakened before Boxi, turned the TV to an English channel, then lay back to reflect. He picked up his camera and flicked through last night's photos. He was satisfied these were indeed stills from a Horn Dog movie. He could post the highlights on the forum and share Boxi, once again with the wider world.
He wondered if he should identify her as Boxi from Niftys. There was a demand for girls who did anal, and he might send her a flood of customers as had happened with Marisol at Splash. He might even have the satisfaction of seeing other members of the forum post her pictures, with stories of how they enjoyed her body, in particular, her arse.
But as he indulged this fantasy he remembered that this was his plan for Allyza. He was thrilled when he imagined it was Allyza in these photos, and it was she who the Horn Dogs would bar-fine out to enjoy, and post their experience back to the forum. He would have to contact Allyza again and see if he could repair their relationship, but he could not yet offer her marriage. He knew the dream, his movie, would dissolve the moment she stepped on English soil. She would be no happier in Enfield than Lovely had been in Birmingham. He planned his marriage in the Philippines, in Angeles, when he retired, and where he planned to retire.
Today he would take a flying lesson, go shopping for vegetables with Boxi, bar-hop, then return to the hotel for a photo session and sex. It occurred to him, that despite his frustration over the break with Allyza, this was the first morning in his life that he planned such an exciting day, a day filled with dreams fulfilled. But, what would be his next high. He had shared Boxi last night, and he wanted to share her again, not just digitally, not just on the forums, he wanted to be there, sharing her with other guys. He directed the next scene in his movie.
Late on Sunday afternoon, as he returned from his flying lesson, his trike turned onto Fields Avenue. The view from the trike was restricted, but he peered past the driver to observe the street scene in the tourist district. As he passed Margarita Station, a familiar figure on the sidewalk caught his eye. It was Allyza. She was holding the hand of another guy. First, Trevor noticed how beautiful Allyza looked, far more beautiful than when she had been with him, her clothes more expensive and better coordinated, her hair neater and more voluminous.
As the trike chugged past, he twisted round to look through the rear opening in the sidecar. Now the figures were paused at the door of Margarita, about to enter. He took in the guy. He was mid-forties, just shy of six feet tall, with blondish hair of mid-length swept back over his head. He dressed in a colourful shirt, shorts and walking boots. As he lost sight of him, very much the Horn Dog type, thought Trevor.
A pulse of adrenaline caused by the shock of the unexpected encounter pricked him alert and caused his heart to palpitate. This tantalising glimpse of the girl he wished to possess, decorating the arm of another, amplified his desire four fold. He wanted her on HIS arm, and all other men to feel the envy. The temptation to send her a pleading or demanding text was stymied by his inability to put into words why he felt so entitled.
Back at the hotel Boxi awaited him. He had left his key with her and she had ordered food and drink and now lay on the bed watching TV. She jumped up when he entered, and hugged and kissed him.
"How was your lesson?"
"All went well. Have you been OK?"
"I have been lonely without you."
"Let's go shopping. The trike is waiting."
"For the vegetables?" suggested Boxi, giggling.
"For the vegetables," echoed Trevor.
The market was closing when they arrived, and Trevor left Boxi to do the shopping. Many of the vegetables were unfamiliar to him, but Boxi selected carefully for her purpose; sweet potato, cassava, egg plant, okra, bitter melon, winged bean, ridged luffa, white radish, carrots.
The bags she handed to him to carry grew heavy and he called a halt, "That's enough. We shouldn't need anymore... " he handed her a 1000p note, "... you can buy something for yourself."
"I keep it for later," she said, tucking it into her bra.
The vegetables were left at the hotel and they went bar-hopping. On their return they were pressed into use, and Trevor recorded Boxi's pussy and anus stuffed with the staple food-stuffs of the Philippines.
When Boxi woke on Monday morning Trevor explained his plan for the week, "I'm going to butterfly for a couple of days. We'll go into Niftys today and I'll pay your bar-fine from Thursday to Sunday."
She pulled a face, "You won't forget my 10,000 pesos."
"No. That's yours. Just do what I ask." He took out 2000p. "Here. Take this to be going on with."
"Thank you. Will you come into Niftys."
"Maybe. Do you have a suspender belt and stockings."
"No. But if you like it I can buy it."
"Get black ... and do you have a school uniform?"
"No. I can borrow from my cousin."
"We'll buy you one next weekend."
After leaving Boxi at Niftys Trevor wandered down Perimeter Road alone, not knowing precisely what he wanted to do. The Horn Dogs on the forum had a different girl each night, and he wanted this experience for a few days.
Hailing a trike, he set off for Welkome Inn at the bottom of Fields Avenue, intending to work his way back up looking for a girl. There were some attractive girls there, but they looked so young ... too young he decided ... jailbait. Next Dirty Duck, then he took a break and watched a movie in Rick's Café. Then back down to La Bamba, on the off chance that Allyza would be there. She was not. He tried Las Vegas looking for Honey, but she was "not working today."
In Brown Sugar there was a girl, but she would allow "boob-boom only." No blow-job, no anal, no photos. Eventually, he bar-fined an attractive girl from Jungle, "boob-boom only." As he rode her doggy-style, he pressed his thumb to her anus and began to massage it, but she reached back to brush his hand away.
In the morning he ate her pussy till she orgasmed, then fucked her pussy to climax, pulling out to ejaculate over her stomach. She immediately rushed to the shower. He listened to her splashing off his cum. He had enjoyed the sex. Her body was soft and warm, she had a sweet and attentive nature, but somehow, she did not fill the bill. She would make someone a wonderful wife, but he was not looking for a wonderful wife, he wanted a slut. He thanked her, gave her a good tip, sent her on her way and set of for the flying club.
This pattern was repeated on Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday he was happy to be picking up with Boxi once more. She arrived at his hotel at two-o'clock, just half an hour after his bar-fine had left.
The receptionist called his room and she was sent up. She greeted him with a smile, hug and kiss.
"Did you enjoy your other girls?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you. And did you enjoy your bar-fines?"
Boxi was wearing a tight T-shirt over braless bust and tight shorts, a small day-sac on her back, the trademark signs of a girl on bar-fine.
"How you know I am bar-fine?"
"Because you are a sexy girl, and guys like sexy girls," Trevor teased. "And, did your guys take sexy photos?"
"It is just one guy. He like photos, but not sexy, not like yours."
"Was he fun?"
"He is horny, but he does not eat my pussy. I like it when you eat my pussy."
"Did you get your stockings and suspender?"
"I have them."
"Slip into them now and I'll eat your pussy."
Boxi peeled off her clothes, and, after a brief shower, emerged naked. She fished in her day-sac and pulled out two packets of flimsy garments. Opening them, she put on a suspender belt, then the stockings to attach to it.
She struck a pose. "You like?"
"Very much. Lie on the bed and make yourself comfortable."
Trevor shuffled up between her stockinged legs, parting them and pulling her groin up for access. He opened her pussy with his thumbs, and looked into her vagina.
"How many times did he fuck you?"
"Three times."
"Just here?"
"Yes. He do not like the ass."
"How many times have you been fucked since you came to Angeles?"
Boxi thought a while. "Maybe 500 times, maybe 1000."
Trevor gazed into her soft, shiny vagina, and imagined the sizes and shapes that had penetrated it.
"Your pussy looks good on it. I think it likes lots of cock."
Boxi giggled. "Yes. Lots of cock, and lots of money."
Trevor ran his fingers over her pubis. He felt short stiff stubble.
"He didn't shave your pussy. I'll have to shave it."
"First, you eat my pussy."
Trevor set to work. He ignored the abrasion on his face and brought her to orgasm three times, afterwards, crawling up beside her, to rest with her. They slept until five-o'clock.
When they woke, Boxi snuggled up to him and whispered, "Thank you."
He photographed her as she sat on the loo seat and shaved, much like before, but this time wearing suspender and stockings.
When she had finished he proffered his erection. "Can you pee on this?"
Boxi obliged, and the caress of her jet of hot urine on his penis set it rock hard.
When she ran dry', he picked up her legs, pinned her ankles to the wall above her head, and thrust into her anus. He jerked in and out with increasing pace, until he once more vacated his balls, explosively, into her rectum. The effort left him gasping, and he lay over her, pining her to the wall while he recovered.
"Jesus. That's the best ever," he said. "You've a lovely arse."
Boxi squeaked, "Are you finish? Can I get up?"
She enjoyed compliments, but found this position uncomfortable.
Trevor let her go, and as she rose she said, "I have a lovely pussy also, fuck me in my pussy also, I enjoy to come with you."
"Tonight," said Trevor.
At dusk they were back at the karenderia to eat Boxi's favourite food and enjoy the karaoke. In her figure hugging T-shirt and shorts, Boxi attracted even more attention than before. Trevor had brought his camera and took many shots.
When she sat to eat, Trevor repeated, "I would like to see you do a striptease for the guys."
"I tell you Trevor, not here, it is not allow."
"Are you shy?"
"No. I am not a shy girl. You see me in Niftys. We can go in Niftys again."
"What about another bar?"
"Maybe they do not like a girl from another bar?"
