It took me several moments to gain control of my breathing. Snake had triggered my body's "fight or flight" response, and my autonomic nervous system had taken control of most of my bodily functions. I was sweating profusely, hyperventilating, and was experiencing severe tunnel vision. My legs were shaking as I arose unsteadily to my feet and exited the men's bathroom.
To my relief, Snake and Crystal were no longer there, although the gangbanger had left me a reminder of the power that he intended to wield over me. Laying on top of the bill for our coffees was a single nine millimeter bullet. I had done research for numerous criminal cases involving gang members, and I recognized it immediately as a hollow-point round which made the ominous threat all the more terrifying. This particular type of hand-gun munition is designed to expand upon impact. The greater frontal surface area of the expanded bullet limits its depth of penetration into the target, and causes more extensive tissue damage along the wound path. Snake was signaling his intent to fuck me up if I didn't get with his program.
Lela and I were engulfed in stony silence as we drove back from the coffee house. I was in shock both at the revelation that my wife had eaten a black man's ass, and that my life was on the line if I wasn't sufficiently enthusiastic the next time Snake defiled Lela. Finally, as the thought of Lela's tongue inside Snake's black asshole consumed me, I could no longer contain myself.
"Did you give Snake a rim-job, Lela?" I blurted out.
"John forced me, Mark," Lela responded despondently. "You know what an asshole he is. After John offered me up to Snake as payment for my tattoo, John informed Snake that the Klixen Experience encompassed a protracted worship-session of the cock, balls and perineum. Upon hearing this, Snake turned his back on me, dropped his pants and gave his undercarriage a thorough clean with the wet-wipes. John informed Snake that I was a filthy CumSlut and would probably eat his ass too, if he got it squeaky clean. It was so humiliating to watch that dirty gang-banger run the wet-wipe along his ass-crack in expectation of a rim-job."
"Then what happened, Lela?" I said, my voicing cracking under the strain.
"Once Snake was done wiping his ass, he turned to face me, and removed his pants and underwear," Lela whispered. "Like I told you before, he took an eternity to get an erection, despite my best efforts. Once he was hard, it was still a mammoth effort on my part to empty his nuts. This effort included rimming, worshipping his perineum, and stimulating his prostate with the tip of my tongue. It wasn't until I gave him a Rusty Trombone that he blew his load."
The following day it was with a good deal of trepidation that I parked my car in front of the Dolphin Motel. Even though my vehicle is not an exotic by any means, it stood out among the dilapidated rust-buckets that were scattered around the parking lot. Snake had given Lela specific instructions for his birthday treat, and I felt like a complete pussy as I gathered up the helium-filled balloons and followed Lela into the motel office to get checked-in.
Checked-in was a euphemism, as this particular establishment didn't require any of the usual safeguards associated with arriving at a place of temporary accommodation. Lela wasn't expected to provide identification, a credit card to cover incidentals, or even the license plate number of our vehicle, as the parking lot had a few abandoned cars. In fact, as Lela handed the balding, middle-aged, overweight desk clerk two crisp twenty dollar bills in exchange for the room key, he smiled broadly and magnanimously waived the key deposit of five dollars.
A few moments later, as we entered room 46 of the Dolphin Motel, and my eyes adjusted to the dimly-lit environment, I realized that this place was even more disgusting than Lela's description. Even with my shoes on I could feel the stickiness of the worn carpet as I traversed the room. I couldn't hazard a guess at the last time this room was thoroughly cleaned, and my head was spinning as I processed the amount of bodily fluids that must have been expelled in order to make this floor so rank.
The shower enclosure was even worse than I had imagined. John had told me on more than one occasion that he and Lela never used the facilities in that bathroom and I understood why. It took me about an hour, but using bleach and a heavy-duty scouring pad, I finally got the shower looking somewhat respectable.
"Snake wants us to wait for him on our knees," I informed Lela, as I arranged his birthday balloons in one corner of the room.
"You're kidding right, Mark?" Lela said angrily. "I thought those days were behind us."
"Just kneel, Lela, for Christ's sake," I said in exasperation. "Snake may be a black gangbanger but he is calling the shots today. The quicker we get with his program the better off we will be."
Several minutes later, as Lela and I knelt in silence at the foot of the bed, Snake and Crystal stumbled into the budget motel room, their intoxication clearly evident. The two of them seemed to be feeling no pain, and Crystal had the glassy-eyed look of a girl who was as high as a kite. Snake ambled over to where Lela and I were kneeling, relishing the control he was about to exert over the two of us.
"Crystal, get naked," Snake ordered the young blonde.
Apparently no stranger to taking orders from Snake, Crystal began to undress right in front of Lela and I. It was an incredibly erotic sight to watch the nubile teen shed her clothes, seemingly without inhibition. I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily in my pants as I took in the sight of Crystal's lithe frame, and I knew that Lela had noticed.
As visually stimulating as Crystal's young body was, she also bore tell-tale signs of physical abuse. There were fresh cane marks across her pert ass, and burn marks on her breasts that were consistent with cigarettes being extinguished on her. Snake watched me intently as I eyed his property, and once he ascertained that I was sexually aroused he issued his next commands.
"Crystal," Snake began firmly. "Why don't you help Lela out of her clothes? I want the two of you to shower together. Get each other warmed up for me. And make sure you are both squeaky clean."
As I watched on jealously, Crystal slowly disrobed my wife, the two of them putting on a seductive show for Snake. Stopping occasionally to exchange a tender kiss, Crystal stripped Lela down until she was wearing only her silky panties. The teenager lowered herself to her knees in front of my wife before sliding Lela's underwear down her freshly-shaved legs.
"Lela's panties are soaking wet, Snake," Crystal said enthusiastically, as she showed him the crotch which was slick with my wife's vaginal secretions.
