Chapter 1

Let me say up front that I am not a bad guy.

Well, I guess the only one who ever told me I was a good boy was my mama, but that is certainly not my fault at all.

It is a hard world out there and a guy has to be on his toes all the time and watch out for all the cocksuckers who would stab you in the back just to get your wallet. I will admit I had a bit of a drinking problem from time to time, but it was usually teamed up with how some piece of tail fucked me with a capital “F”. I think it was because I was a sentimental prick and I had a habit of mistaking a pretty smile and wide open knees as a sign of love or romance and not just some broad that wanted to get laid.

I solved that problem by fucking them all first and foremost, not caring what happened to them after that.

I have to be honest and confess I don’t know how I wound up in this sleazy part of Rio, but I do remember signing up for a six month cruise as a stevedore on a freighter out of Mobile after a weekend of boozing and running from the cops. It was all because of some silly disagreement over a stolen Mercedes motorcar. Let me hasten to assure you that I was not involved in that business at all. It was my dodgy cousins in New Orleans that were the car thieves and I never got involved in that sideline even as a favor for a relative.

I mean, shit, everybody in my acquaintance knows I only buy American and don’t mess with any foreign crap even if it came as a bona fide gift.

They waived my papers at the hiring hall, because it was a Friday night. Usually, they are pretty strict about those regulations, but I hit them at the right time and got my boarding pass stamped all correct and proper. All the regular union guys wanted to get out to the hustling and bustling bars and line up some cheap pussy before heading back home to mama and the kids.

Rio was like our third port of call and I have to admit it was beginning to look like this ship’s captain was not quite on the up and up. I made that assessment based on the shady characters he kept shuffling around in the passenger’s cabins. They had all the looks of some sort of mercenary gang being reassigned in a new location for reasons other than what was stamped on their passports.

I have to admit it piqued my curiosity, but I learned a long time ago curiosity killed the cat.

It wasn’t any of my business and that’s a fact.

The pay was good enough for me, so I turned a blind eye and a deaf ear.

Anyways, I got hooked up with nice-looking piece of dark skinned fluff with a backside that could do a loop de loop. That was down near the wharf where the rats were still king and bad things sort of happened unexpectedly.

Bottom line was she wore me out in a satisfying sort of way and made me miss the ship pulling out for the next port of call further south.

I was upset, but those things happen in life. Shamefully, I stayed with her until my money ran out. That girl was so tight, I just continued to do her, right up until the time she ran away from me telling her friends I was far too horny for her liking. Personally, I think it was more the money issue than the sex looking at it from an unbiased point of view.

I got a job of sorts with an expatriate Yankee bar owner called “Toots” who had tits that sagged down to her waist. She told me, it was my job to tactfully get rid of the English speaking customers, who looked like trouble. Unfortunately, “tactfully” often turned into a fist fight with no rules of conduct. Naturally, I had to dump the bastards out in the gutter, so our place didn’t get a bad reputation. The old bitch had about twenty bar-girls working for her pushing drinks on the drunken sailors. Not surprisingly, one of the perks of the job was that I could periodically “inspect” them for fully functioning female parts and the welcoming attitude of their hard-working backsides. It was so rewarding that I even swore off the booze in order to keep pace with the supply of constantly-changing bar-girls needing emergency check-ups.

Toots was smart enough to have a real doctor on call to give the girls a clean bill of health on a weekly basis.

I liked that feature, because I sure didn’t want to catch anything nasty to slow me down in my pussy-inspecting duties.

The other bouncer was a real ugly pug called Rodrigo who spent most of his time either picking his nose or spitting his tobacco juice out into a can in the corner. He was one of the ugliest guys I had ever met and I had met plenty of mean looking pricks in tough neighborhoods. For some strange reason, his desperate looks turned a lot of the bad girls on and they were constantly pestering him to “do them” before they shed tears of frustration right out in the open.

I got to know him pretty good, because he was a smart fighter and he enjoyed showing me some tricks that saved my butt in future confrontations.

He never hurt a guy more than necessary.

We got a shipment of fresh “village” girls delivered from a derelict bus early one Sunday morning. It was about the only time, that the place was nice and quiet and the street mongrels were sleeping in the dust like defeated warriors after a losing battle.

I was drinking my steaming espresso in the corner of the bar with my eyes still blurry with sleep. It escaped my memory if I had already added the coarse brown sugar already. I was hesitant to repeat that step because “too sweet” was just as annoying as no sugar at all. A tentative sip confirmed everything was in order.

I had been on the wagon for a couple of months now.

My often abused body felt well rested, except for the wear and tear on my well-exercised dick from my bar-girl responsibilities to break the little darlings in on proper customer relations.

The three new girls looked a little scared and flustered because they had to run through the pelting rain. The mud had splashed their feet and legs almost up to their pretty knees and it was easy to see they needed a good bath before they could be put into service.

None of them had shoes or rain gear.

Their clothes were clinging like tissue paper to their young nubile bodies. Of course, I right away started to plan my priorities of “inspection” to fulfill my assigned duties. I concentrated on the pair in front with the big bazookas sticking out with youthful energy and the hint of ready pussy from the dark triangles of bushy black hair showing through their wet dresses in front. I barely looked at the little bedraggled one in the back who kept her head down and shivered the entire time. It was obvious that she was the “runt” of the litter no matter how you looked at it.

Rodrigo grabbed her up like she was his long lost cousin and pulled her up the stairs to show her the room assigned for her “hostess” duties. I knew he would also be showing her the sturdiness of the bed and the way it bounced nicely with the weight of two people on top of it. I felt a tinge of pity for the little thing but I was all booked up with the two girls that tag-teamed me into exhaustion. I spent most of the morning with those two girls, but my excuse was, I wanted them to feel welcome and understand what would be required of them.

They were both a couple of gigglers and I kind of liked that because it reminded me of silly schoolgirls entirely agenda free and a complete lack of deviousness. They proved to be hard little workers with good attitudes, especially, when I was in the homestretch and ready to give them the juicy part of the moment of truth. I would have to give both of those girls an “excellent” grade for performance and that was God’s honest truth.

That night was busy.

We had a ship in from Cuba with a bunch of troublemakers, who kept telling me how much they hated “Yankees”. My boss wanted us to make the Cubans welcome because they always had a lot of cash and I suspected they were doing a lot more than just ferrying trade goods to nearby countries.