Chapter 12

My brother and I stepped out into the Brazilian summer night air in tuxedos. It was dry, hot, and calm. I’m sure we mirrored the dry and calm parts. I smirked at him. We were always told we looked alike: dark haired, brown eyed, big eared. He had so much more gray in his hair than I remembered. I wondered about myself. I hadn’t seen a mirror but at Bethany’s and we had those steamed up pretty quickly.

“You’re grinning like you just got laid.”

“I live on Fuck Island,” I responded. “It’s hard not to have just gotten laid.”

“That is a fact.” He laughed. We were drunk, well as drunk as seven Sam Adams could get a reasonable sized man. Or not, we had both trimmed down in two years. “You want out of your monkey suit?”

“In this heat? I want out of my skin.” I laughed. He nodded. The tower behind us, adorned with the Chez Shan-Marie sign, was filled with restaurants, tea shops, a cafe, and any sort of table, food, and beverage combination you’d want. He pointed across the way.

“For sluts, there’s very little clothes worn at a rave.” He pointed to our left. “Or if you want schoolgirls, the continuing education center can have a dress code enforced. Though that’s more of a daytime brothel.” He swung his finger all the way across the fountain, my eyes never reached the far tower. I stopped to watch the girls in evening gowns scuffling barefoot and laughing. My earliest memory was Larry and I roughhousing in a fountain until mom got mad at us. “Finally, the den of The Man. Actual business is being done in there. I’ve never cultivated that secretary fetish you--”

The fountain geysers had surprising force. I was cackling as I slipped down into the water. Girls swarmed on me and my brother smacked the back of my head. He had the sense to leave his shoes and socks outside the fountain’s rim. My tux was soaked. The girls were better prepared as their rubber cocktail dresses looked very shiny from the lights across the water. I grabbed a pair of wrists and pulled her down into the drink with me.

“You are such a fucking little kid,” Larry laughed at me. I lifted the woman’s face up and her blond hair looked almost brown as it was soaked, I pulled the bangs aside to recognize Nastya.

“Hello gorgeous,” I smarmed as much as I could.

“Hello, Master.” She smirked. I grabbed her shoulders and rolled myself on top of her. She laughed happily. I gave her the strongest, sloppiest, romanticest kiss I could. She got blasted in the back of her head by the jet. We fell apart laughing. The other two girls giggled off, entrapped by a different guest. Or returning to their old one. I hardly cared.

“Found something you liked then?” Larry chuckled. He gave Nastya and myself a hand up. Normally, someone grabs your arm and yet you provide the bulk of the force up to your feet. Larry was much stronger than he used to be. My feet skidded out into a very wide stance to keep from falling over

“I called Charlotte,” He gestured to the limousine parked outside the fountain, “Grab your squeeze, I’m taking you to The Globe.”

“Huh?” I tried to keep up, lifting Nastya up and twirling her as I set her feet down outside of the fountain. I almost asked my rubber dressed girl what name Larry had said, but I was happy with The Valkyrie.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you out again so soon,” I brushed Nastya’s hair back from her skull. She grinned.

“I would’ve had a full afternoon to rest if not for your grabby hands.” She pushed me, turned and smiled warmly to Larry, and ran a wet finger along The Valkyrie’s jaw before climbing into the back of the limo. I followed the same path but The Valkyrie grabbed me when I touched her jaw and yanked me up in for a kiss. I goofily flopped into the limo and connected puddles on the back bench with Nastya.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Larry stepped in after me. He sat away from us as only the cuffs of his pants were wet. He opened a minibar and tossed me a elaborate can of beer.

“What’s amazing?” I asked without looking at what he had given me. It was a heady, dark beer, with a high alcohol content. He knew me well. I pulled back and looked at the dancing skeletons on the label. I grinned and drank again.

“Life without fear of rejection.” He grinned. Nastya’s dress was squeaking as she snuggled next to me. She took my offered beer and had a deep drink.

“I guess.” I took back the beer and drank. Larry popped a yellow translucent pill and tossed me the tin.

“You’re going to want some Sisyphos.”

“Ooh,” Nastya rubbed my arms, “You’re in for a hell of a night.”

“Wait, should we be drinking and taking these?” I lifted up the pill. I shouldn’t have been swallowing it before Larry answered but I’m an idiot.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Larry and I washed down our pills with beer. “It’ll be twenty minutes before the effects kick in.”

“OK.” I pushed up the bottom of the can to make sure Nastya knew she could finish it off. She was laughing and swatting me for forcing her to chug the last of the can. The limo pulled to a stop. I bit her ear, “Have you ever worked at The Globe?”

“No, I was scared to play dress up, with my accent. I didn’t want you saying ‘She is not Cinderella or Tinkerbell’.” She frowned.

“I was thinking of a Silver Sable.”

“I do not know who that is.” Her lip shook. The Valkyrie rolled down the divider. Larry made clicking noises and finger pointings to get her to join us in the back.

“She’s a Spider-Man villain ... Hero? Larry?”

“Dude, I come for the Star Trek and the rest of the Sci-Fi. Rogues and Harley Quinns aside, the whole comic book scene is your kink.” He shrugged. The door opened. I almost shifted to get out, out of simple habit. The Valkyrie climbed in. She ran her finger over my chin, and then Nastya’s. I grinned wildly as they made out.

“Shit, I was going to take a run at Charlotte,” Larry smirked. He pushed The Valkyrie onto Nastya’s lap. Our driver frowned at the soaked mess we were. “I’ll set things up, come join me in Studio North when they can’t handle the Sisyphos.

I was almost dumb enough to ask my brother to wait up. I hated chasing after my brother, partly because that was the cause of so many elementary school beatings. I frowned.

“You don’t think Mel’ll be upset? She really seemed to take ownership of this place.” I worried. He looked back, flipped me the bird.

“She’s your whore, this is your building.” He slammed the door. I was unable to have the worry fester. I had two incredible beautiful blonde foreign girls moving in on me.

“We have to get you out of these wet clothes!” The Valkyrie led by example by ripping her blouse open. Its buttons were sent flying. I yanked away my bowtie. Nastya unbuttoned my vest. The Valkyrie shifted in front of me and ripped open my pants. She shredded the zipper from its stitching. Oh well, there goes my tuxedo.

“He’s got the giggles.” Nastya dragged the jacket off my shoulder as I lifted my ass so The Valkyrie could yank down my pants.

“The last suit I ruined left me in a panic on how I was going to afford to replace it.” I tried to explain but the girls just looked confused. I guess they must’ve seen me destroy clothes. I waved them off. “Before I was rich.”

“Ah, I assumed with how comfortable your father was you came from money.” Nastya took away my shirt. I felt great to throw away my wet boxers. The Valkyrie looked to Nastya.

“You too, your dress has to go.”

“Unzip me,” She turned away from me and lifted her hair. I grabbed the zipper. I was grinning to discover there was nothing under the red rubber. The Valkyrie was shimmying out of the rest of her chauffeuse’s uniform. I ran my hands over Nastya’s arms as I guided the straps from her shoulders and off of her body. I turned to hear The Valkyrie’s hand tapping the opposite bench.

“Come here, that way we don’t have to sit in the water.” She beckoned. She was gorgeous. Taller than me with a light Nordic accent. I couldn’t tell the difference between a Dane, a Fin, or a Swede. She was reclined with her black stockings apart inviting me into her shaven cunt. She cracked a beer open. I lunged across the limousine.

“You’re so hot!” I announced as I jammed my hard cock inside her and stole her beer. It was hard to drink when she used her free hands to grab my skull and suck my soul out through my tongue. Nastya left a red palm print on my ass as she joined us on my right.

Hold my beer! I thought to myself as the can left my hand. I lifted The Valkyrie’s hips and used all the leverage I could from my knees in order to slam my cock into her as best I could. She was a squealer and a scratcher. I was shocked at the first rake across my shoulders. I flinched, juggling her ass on the edge of the seat. She had let go of my head and our kiss broke. Her eyes and smile showed agony and pleasure. I turned my head.

Nastya stopped drinking enough to give me a swig. I laughed in triumph, I felt beyond anything I could believe. The soft skin of this beautiful giant woman was wrapped around me as the silk of her sodden pussy burned around my dick.

I fucked her with more energy than I had ever remembered having. I was so much fitter, stronger, healthier than I had been. Maybe than I had ever been. She squealed and struggled to breathe. I felt like a god and I was claiming this Valkyrie and I’d roll her aside and take the Russian slut next. Nastya fed me another draught of beer.

“Make me cum! Master!” The Valkyrie pled. I grabbed her by the hair and her nails bit deeper into my skin. I still felt soaked. The fountain still clung all over my skin. Had she cut me? I could imagine that my blood was running from her fingers but I couldn’t see it. I dragged her face to mine, eye to eye, I had to stretch my neck. I hadn’t had a memory of sex with a girl taller than 4 inches shorter than me. I pressed her head into the seat back and reached in between us. I could fuck her, I’d always found you needed a bit more to bring a girl off.

“Fuck!” She cracked like thunder when I took her buzzing clit in my fingers. She struggled but I just smirked. I had to tilt her, rolling her towards Nastya. I brought her leg up from my hip and into my armpit. I could rise up, use all of my muscles better. She only had the limousine’s upholstery to scratch up. I struck deeper as I played her nub. She squealed.

“Noisy little piglet, isn’t she?” I bragged at Nastya.

“She’s not very little,” Nastya reached between us and flicked The Valkyrie’s nipple. “She is noisy.”

“It feels so good!” The Valkyrie made excuses. “I love getting fucked!”

“She is very honest.” Nastya nodded. “You have good women, dirty, filthy, good women.”

“And how dirty, filthy are you?” I growled.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” The Valkyrie panicked. Her lightly tanned skin was lobster red and her lungs couldn’t hold a wisp of oxygen. She kneed me in the armpit and flailed her feet out behind my butt. I rubbed harder, I didn’t dare stop, didn’t dare relent. She needed to be thrown through the chaos and the tumult at full speed. I couldn’t have grinned more sadistically if I had tried.

I was breathing heavy but steady. I’m sure I should’ve been wiped out by this. I looked at Nastya. She fingered herself and drank. My kind of woman. No, she was simply my woman. I cheered triumph and victory. I was the conquering hero.

“Again!” The Valkyrie’s eyes had begun to roll back, but I was feeling the pressure and the action as well. I yanked myself from her quivering hole and started jacking myself at her breasts.

“No,” Nastya took my hand from my cock and shoved the half drank beer in it. “This is my duty.”