cheeks, pinching them together for a fraction of a second like a runway model, acutely aware that the men weren’t cheering for
him
but for him to get a piece of Satin, which he supposed would work just the same, because if they were going to see him lay her, they would have to have a good long look at his cock too.
The next thing he knew he was standing behind a dumpster where homeless men slept on cold nights, sometimes forgetting to wake up before the garbage truck came to empty it in the morning. Then the dumpster was gone, pushed away by the throng of deprived men wanting to see him unleash a fury of fuck on the stripper who had probably picked him out of the crowd because he was the only one without a strand of drool as thick as linguine hanging from his lip. She had a pointto prove. But all that was lost in the immense audience that began to chant TOR-RES TOR-RES TOR-RES and all Manny was aware of was their bodies, his and Satin’s, surrounded by a panting brood of men who would not leave until someone had gotten their rocks off. They stabbed the air with their fists and yelled and hooted and laughed and chanted his name, yet he had no idea—what the hell do they want me to do? what does she want to do to me? and when Satin undid his belt and pants, a blast of chilly night air enveloped his body and he felt his nuts shrink up like a walnut shell, which was quickly taken care of by Satin, who dropped to her knees and began pawing at his sack, rooting until he came out of his shell and felt his balls drop like a bag of apples, which made him feel immensely better because I’ll be damned if all these airmen are gonna see an officer with a weak pair.
He thought about Stella waiting for him in some new lingerie she had probably picked out from a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalogue. He felt bile rising in his throat at the sight of this woman kneeling in front of him, the thought of what Satin had in store. They looked at each other. Her eyes sort of shrugged with lazy mischief, and she reached around and grabbed him by the ass, but suddenly he wanted nothing to do with her if it meant he had to get it up and slide it in her out there in the desert behind the Loveboat, next to a tower of empty kegs. He felt himself beginning to go limp, the very thought of it making him so self-conscious his dick shrank even further, to the point where he was certain it looked like little more than a piece of molted rattlesnake. But they didn’t notice. They kept chanting and chanting and demanding that Torres do precisely to the woman what they’d had in store for her all night. Satin looked around as if she too were having second thoughts about the whole thing, realizing that to pick one of the bunch, especially a leader, might have been a mistake, until the crowd began pulling stacks of cash from their pockets and socks, and rings from their fingers, and chains from under their shirts.
The moment Satin saw greenbacks and jewels she shut out the faces in the crowd. They were all the same man to her, and she was ready to take requests and aware of the fact that whatever she ultimately decided to do would not only pay her rent for a couple months but would also have toinclude the nervous bastard she had pulled from the crowd of drunken airmen, what are the chances. All this to pay for my shitty studio and save for a ticket to Amsterdam, where I can make some real money for doing this shit. So close. Maybe this will be the last time I’ll have to do this, if these cheapasses cough up enough money. She looked at the cash lying on the ground around her and tried to add it up. Mostly ones and fives.
The men chanted and someone fired up a joint and began passing it around and saying this shit’s gonna be great. Manny realized he was tipsy now and beyond his better judgment, but that was all right because he noticed that not only had Satin taken off the rest of her skimpy nurse outfit while he was worrying about his appearance but
him
but for him to get a piece of Satin, which he supposed would work just the same, because if they were going to see him lay her, they would have to have a good long look at his cock too.
The next thing he knew he was standing behind a dumpster where homeless men slept on cold nights, sometimes forgetting to wake up before the garbage truck came to empty it in the morning. Then the dumpster was gone, pushed away by the throng of deprived men wanting to see him unleash a fury of fuck on the stripper who had probably picked him out of the crowd because he was the only one without a strand of drool as thick as linguine hanging from his lip. She had a pointto prove. But all that was lost in the immense audience that began to chant TOR-RES TOR-RES TOR-RES and all Manny was aware of was their bodies, his and Satin’s, surrounded by a panting brood of men who would not leave until someone had gotten their rocks off. They stabbed the air with their fists and yelled and hooted and laughed and chanted his name, yet he had no idea—what the hell do they want me to do? what does she want to do to me? and when Satin undid his belt and pants, a blast of chilly night air enveloped his body and he felt his nuts shrink up like a walnut shell, which was quickly taken care of by Satin, who dropped to her knees and began pawing at his sack, rooting until he came out of his shell and felt his balls drop like a bag of apples, which made him feel immensely better because I’ll be damned if all these airmen are gonna see an officer with a weak pair.
He thought about Stella waiting for him in some new lingerie she had probably picked out from a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalogue. He felt bile rising in his throat at the sight of this woman kneeling in front of him, the thought of what Satin had in store. They looked at each other. Her eyes sort of shrugged with lazy mischief, and she reached around and grabbed him by the ass, but suddenly he wanted nothing to do with her if it meant he had to get it up and slide it in her out there in the desert behind the Loveboat, next to a tower of empty kegs. He felt himself beginning to go limp, the very thought of it making him so self-conscious his dick shrank even further, to the point where he was certain it looked like little more than a piece of molted rattlesnake. But they didn’t notice. They kept chanting and chanting and demanding that Torres do precisely to the woman what they’d had in store for her all night. Satin looked around as if she too were having second thoughts about the whole thing, realizing that to pick one of the bunch, especially a leader, might have been a mistake, until the crowd began pulling stacks of cash from their pockets and socks, and rings from their fingers, and chains from under their shirts.
The moment Satin saw greenbacks and jewels she shut out the faces in the crowd. They were all the same man to her, and she was ready to take requests and aware of the fact that whatever she ultimately decided to do would not only pay her rent for a couple months but would also have toinclude the nervous bastard she had pulled from the crowd of drunken airmen, what are the chances. All this to pay for my shitty studio and save for a ticket to Amsterdam, where I can make some real money for doing this shit. So close. Maybe this will be the last time I’ll have to do this, if these cheapasses cough up enough money. She looked at the cash lying on the ground around her and tried to add it up. Mostly ones and fives.
The men chanted and someone fired up a joint and began passing it around and saying this shit’s gonna be great. Manny realized he was tipsy now and beyond his better judgment, but that was all right because he noticed that not only had Satin taken off the rest of her skimpy nurse outfit while he was worrying about his appearance but
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