Chapter 7

Several days went by, and they were active, exciting days for Craig and Derek. Both men were in the employ of Bubba now, laying low until the police would give up on them, and making good money while they were at it. It was almost like being paid to hide.

Because Bubba knew Craig so well he was quickly able to determine what sort of work both men were suited for. Certainly not a desk job; these were guys who always had to be on the go, they never lay down on the job unless it was in bed with a woman.

And what women! Despite the dingy-looking exterior of Bubba's "rap studio", it was actually one of the classiest establishments in New York, or anywhere else, and all his customers knew it the minute they walked in the doou've got what the public wants they'll beat a path to your door Bubba had what they wanted, and that was precisely what kept him in fur and diamonds.

Craig and Derek were not doing so badly either. They did some pimping for their new employer, and a little pick-pocketing of the customers so as to bring in a few extra profits. (It's easy to pick every pocket in a man's pants when he isn't wearing them.) They also ended up doing quite a bit of muscle-work when customers discovered the theft and threatened to tell the police, but of course those threats were never carried out, because who wants the cops to know that he patronizes hookers? Not only that, but Craig and Derek were amazed to see how many of the customers were public figures: politicians and athletes and even a few priests and rabbis. Naturally such men couldn't complain about being robbed in a bordello, unless they wanted their careers ruined.

Another thing that Craig and Derek liked about their new job was the large number of fringe benefits. Whenever they had a few minutes to spare or if business was slow for a while they would always find time to please one or two of the girls, and maybe more than that. After all, sex isn't fattening; a man can have as many pussies as he wants. And once in a while they even managed to pay an erotic visit to their old friend Cynthia.

What had happened to Cynthia was this: after she had been dragged down the hall, screaming and in chains, she had been brought to a man named Rico, who had promptly pulled out a huge key ring containing several hundred keys and without hesitation chose the key that would fit her handcuffs. Once she was out of them she was stripped completely and chained to a bed, face-up and spreadeagled. For a period of three or four days she was fucked almost constantly by Bubba and various employees of his. (There were many volunteers for the job.)

But this was not all that had happened: one of Bubba's employees, a fellow named Doc, came up to her right after she had been chained down and shot her up with a hypodermic needle containing a liquid the characteristics of which he kept a deep dark secret. After four days of solid fucking, accompanied by injections of this fluid every six hours, Cynthia changed completely. Where she had once been a defiant young schoolgirl she was now a submissive, passive whore, eager to do the bidding of any man. She was quickly trained in the fundamentals of how to give a man his money's worth in the fucking department, and after that she was another one of the dozens of girls who helped bring in the money that paid for Bubba's fancy outfits.

The life was an interesting one for both Craig and Derek, but there was something missing. It didn't take long for Derek to figure out what that missing thing was: for years now he and Craig had been constantly moving, and now, with Bubba they were hiding, hiding from the police who were looking for two rapists and kidnappers masquerading as teachers in a girls' school. It wasn't natural for Derek and Craig to run from danger like that, to run and hide from it. Derek decided that now that they'd given the police some time to forget about them they should be out on the road once more, taking danger-and sex-where they found them.

This was one thing that displeased Derek. Another one was the fact that Craig had wrested him from his seat of power; ever since that confrontation in the woods Craig had been the one giving the orders, not Derek. Still another thing that he didn't like was the fact that ever since Craig had taken over they had had plenty of fucks but relatively little chance to fight for them. Derek wanted cunt as much as the next man, but he also wanted to fight for it.-He wasn't interested in fucking whores.

One night, after a full day's work followed by some rather heated fucking, Derek decided to broach the subject to Craig.

"Craig, " he announced out of a clear blue sky, "I'm not too wild about this set-up. There's not enough action here. There's plenty of girls, but I've fucked every single one of them at least twice and I'd like to see some new faces ... with new twats to go with them."

Craig yanked open a can of beer and took a chug. "So what are you suggesting?" he wanted to know.

"Not much. Only it feels awful to sit here and stagnate when we could be out on the open road like we've always been, fuckin' and fightin'. Also I just don't feel right working for Bubba."

Craig took another slug of beer before he spoke. "Watch what you say about Bubba, " he said coldly. "He's a damned nice guy to his friends and hell on earth to his enemies. You treat him right and hell bend over backwards to do the same for you, plus interest. Cross him once and you might as well cut your balls off and throw them into the East River before Bubba does it for you."

Derek reached for a second can of beer and started drinking too. "Hell, Craig, I've got nothing against Bubba. If anything, I like him more than you do. It's just that I don't feel right working for ANY man, whoever he is. We've gone everywhere, taking what we wanted, doing as we pleased, and we always did it alone. We were our own bosses and we took orders from nobody but each other. That was the life for me, and you liked it too. Why can't we go back to it?"

"That's a good question. I'll have to think about it." Craig set his empty beer can down on the table and went over to a window, looking out at the street below. "That's an awful big road out there."

Derek was standing beside him. 'The bigger the road is, the more girls well find on it."

Craig grinned boyishly at his companion of so many years and so many adventures. "You think so?"

"I know so."

Craig went to the door and opened it. "Let's get going, then."

Their farewell to Bubba had been short and sweet. He'd offered them each one last crack at one of his girls, one for the road so to speak, but they'd declined. Both men had fucked every girl in the place more than once and they were getting tired of the same old faces. At the last moment Cynthia insisted that she loved both men and wanted to be on the road with them, and Bubba, in view of all the money she'd brought him from her many satisfied customers, decided that she'd earned it.

As a parting gesture for the three of them, Bubba arranged for them to be presented with three brand new motorcycles, so that they could get to where they were going faster.

"I thought of giving you a Cadillac or a Rolls, old buddy, " he told Craig warmly, "but then I realized you ain't millionaires, but just plain folks, an' you'd be happier with choppers. Besides, I know you like action, an' you'll move around faster on a motorcycle than in a car."

"My sentiments exactly, " Craig assured him. Then, casting a lecherous look at Cynthia, Craig added: "But then again you can't fuck in the back seat of a Harley-Davidson."

They all laughed at this, and then there was one last hearty handshake all around, and then the two men and their girl were riding off, out of the city and into the world that waited beyond.