Chapter 4

There was a year twelfth-year boy who had a reputation for getting things done. He was eighteen, around six foot six, with broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and good-looking. I caught up with him before class.

“Hector, the word is you’re the man when you need things done.”

He looked me up and down disdainfully before replying, “Maybe ... anyway, who are you, and what can I do you for?”

“I’m Naf, and I want my mother’s boyfriend bashed.”

“Whoa, no way. I don’t do that shit.”

“Please ... he raped me!”

“He raped you? Well ... that makes all the difference. Meet me outside the boys’ toilets in E block after school, and I’ll let you know the cost.”

“Cool, thanks.”

I’m a midget compared to Hector, at five feet with small boobs and a tight butt. I liked how he looked me up and down. What girl wouldn’t when you had the best-looking guy in school checking you out? Yeah, that was neat. Maybe he fancies me.

I arrived before him. Then I saw him and another guy walking towards me, who was the same build as Hector. Holy crap, they looked so hot.

“Okay, Naf, or should I say Fanny? I’ve asked around and found out your real name and If I’m going to do things for you. Never lie to me. It makes you untrustworthy, understand? Oh, and this is my brother Carlos. We’re twins, and we do everything together.”

“Sure, I’m sorry. But I’m sick of being teased about my name, you know. I won’t lie to you again.”

Carlos pushed the door open and went inside the dunny, put his head around the door and said, “We’re cool.”

Hector motioned me inside. Carlos stood by the door, not allowing anyone in.

“Strip.”

“Hey, we’re here to talk about what it would cost to bash my mother’s boyfriend, not have sex.”

“Strip, let me see what you’ve got. Then I’ll tell you the price.”

I removed my blouse, dropped my skirt, and asked, “Seen enough?”

“Lose the bra and panties.”

We gave each other a hard stare. And had we been alone? I would have happily let Hector jump my bones. “Not with Carlos here.”

“Look, you stupid bitch. Don’t play games with me, right? You either want this guy bashed or not. Get those fucking bras and panties off, or we’re leaving.”

Reluctantly, I removed my underwear, and Hector grabbed both boobs and said, “Nice size, perfect mouth full.” Then he patted my pussy. “Mmm, nice fluff, and warm, too.”

“Happy now?”

“Cool. Come live with us for a month and we’ll put the guy in hospital.”

“What! You want to use me as a whore? Servicing you and your brother. I don’t think so.”

“Take it or leave it.”

Oh wow, this is out of left field, and he’d taken me by surprise. I wanted to play hard to get, but with his looks and physique, it was a no-brainer. He could take me to bed anytime.

“Deal.”

“Okay, we’ll drive around to your place. You grab a few things. Then come home with me and Carlos.”

Wow, talk about a fast mover. He’d swept me off my feet, not giving me time to think, but I was looking forward to being in his bed.