Chapter 3
Kiki's expansive sigh of relief once she was safely off the busy street could have been heard a block away. The last she saw, before turning and diving down the black alley, was the tailgate light of the moving truck as it leaped from the curb and back into a slowly gathering stream of dense northbound traffic. Manny was going to be in for the shock of his life.
Kiki huddled momentarily in the darkness until she finally got her bearings. Doubtless she was near a large kitchen for she could smell different degrees of heat cooking different things and being in a kitchen wasn't unfamiliar. It had to be a big place she thought to herself as she took a chance and poked her head out a bit. She could hear a cook shouting and the clang and clash of dishes and silver and many other strident noises associated with busy kitchens.
Frantically searching now for a better place to hide she gingerly stepped out of her hiding place and right onto the toes of an old waiter.
"Honey," he said kindly, his eyes hardly noticing any particular attributes of her classical nudity, "even if you're gonna' be temporary, the boss gonna want you with clothes on. You can't go out like that, honey. The uniform door just down there two more, see, the yellow light?"
Kiki thanked him and in moments ducked safely into the door with the naked yellow light bulb hanging over it. Kiki was shivering with fright, Manny's little suitcase only half covering her inviting little pussy and one of his handkerchiefs protecting her bouncing breasts. She passed through the door and in here she found several different maids' or waitresses' uniforms but they were all entirely too large for her. Then she spotted a waiter's uniform complete with a blouse and after trying this on, decided it would have to do to make her final escape with. The waiter's peaked cap fit nicely too and she was able to smooth her long hair up under it and completely out of sight. When she put on the blouse and buttoned it, one never would have known she had such ripely full breasts. Now they were compressed tightly against her chest.
Sure now that she could make it, she opened the door carefully and glancing down at the end of the dimly lit corridor, she spotted a door. This led to a stairwell and she climbed up one flight and came out into another corridor but this one was obviously on a floor that catered to hotel guests and not down behind the scenes in the bowels of the busy hotel. She turned the handle of the door and it opened slowly. She leaped back when she heard a woman's voice.
"Oh, yeah, honey, that's good, hmmmmmmm, soooooo good, honey ... don't stop...." This feminine voice floated in from another room and Kiki realized she had another problem, by now she knew she was in the back part of the hotel and she wanted to get up near the front to make her escape. She took a quick glimpse around the corner and there she saw a man and a woman, both were totally naked and fucking wildly on the messed-up bed. Kiki stared anxiously as the man reached a violent orgasm and then the woman collapsed in his hairy arms.
"Gosh," squealed the woman, mushing and kissing the man's neck and shoulders wildly, "if my husband ever found out I was screwing you, darling," she gasped, "he'd kill me ... and then what would your poor wife do?"
Kiki didn't stay around long enough to hear the answer because she'd slipped into the bathroom and once more checked out her disguise. It was perfect except for her large breasts. She wished she had a tight brassiere but there was none. Using the lady's brush, Kiki fixed her hair perfectly under the waiter's peaked cap and it was damned hard to tell, she decided, whether she was a boy or a girl. Only on close examination could the distinction be made.
Slipping into a pair of Manny's Sunday shoes, which curiously fit her little feet perfectly, Kiki decided she was ready to face the world and accept whatever it offered her. She had not the slightest idea where she was going or how she was going to make out. She needed some good luck and as she stood pensively, one hand on the bathroom door knob and the other on her hip, she remembered another foster home saying that luck came to those people who went searching for it; so here she was, she smiled to herself, as she pried open the door and then ducked out into the quiet corridor. She found the staircase leading down to the lobby and was just about to cross through the exit leading to the street when a voice stopped her.
"You! Hey you! You the kid they sent over from the waiter's temporary agency? Christ, they had to dig down to the bottom of the barrel to find something as young as you, eh?"
Kiki was truly frightened. She tried to lower her voice to speak but succeeded in only squeaking. "Christ, your voice hasn't even changed yet, has it?" said the man in disgust. "If you ask me, I think the whole world's comin' apart," was the man's final remark. Then he grabbed Kiki by the arm and pulled his new "waiter" behind the front desk. "You sure took your damned time in reporting for work, didn't you? Well, if you're gonna stay on with us here, you're gonna have to change your ways, understand?"
"I'm sorry," said Kiki and this time her voice sounded very much more masculine and more sure of itself. Kiki smiled inwardly: She was sure she could make her escape now. She looked up at her boss. He really believed she was a boy and a waiter also. Kiki thought if she could fool him, she could fool anybody.
Serge Romanofski at this time of his life had a lot going for him. He had inherited his handsome but definitely effeminate good looks from his Russian ancestors from whom he'd also inherited a taste for the elegant restaurant and holstery business. But Serge was a know-it-all, pompous and could be a slave-driver from time to time. He ran the Metropolitan Restaurant-Hotel with the precision of an expensive watch and when he telephoned an uptown waiter's employment agency for extra weekend help he expected the waiter to be on time. Punctuality was Mr. Romanofski's middle name.
But in this case Serge felt no need to be too severe as he let his experienced eyes roam over Kiki. The truth was that he had a tiny, yes, a small but persistent weakness for pretty boys just like this new waiter, and he was a very pretty boy indeed. Serge placed a fatherly hand on Kiki's shoulder, noticing how soft and sensitive this young boy's face was. He had not even started shaving yet and his voice was still very feminine. Certainly, Serge was thinking to himself, a boy like this would surely respond to the attentions of an older and more sophisticated man like himself!
"And so what's your name m'lad?" He gave Kiki a friendly little wink and then raised his bushy eyebrows quizzically.
"Me? Oh, my name's ... it's John, sir. John," Kiki replied, rounding her shoulders in the hope this would reduce the size of her prominent breasts, although they were as tightly compressed as she could get them under the waiter's tight blouse and were still as ripe and succulent as nature fashioned them.
"Good. That's fine, John. Now," he paused, "we'll get you fixed up with a place to sleep and tomorrow I'll explain your station to you. It's a little different than the other restaurant stations so it'll take some explaining, John."
Serge went on, now and then his arm on "John's" shoulder ever so casually and friendly, about the hotel and the different conventions it had from time to time. "There's lots of good work and very good pay for a boy who wants to work, and you'll have a nice room, too; in fact," he glowed, "it's next to mine ... and if there's anything you'll need, you know, well, John, don't hesitate. Just knock."
The room the manager sent Kiki up to was small and on the top floor but for Kiki it was heaven itself and she couldn't get over her good luck so far, a place to live and no chance of any police chasing her and no way for Wang to find out where she was. Oh, how sorry she continued to feel for Wang defending her with his very life, the way he did. She knew she would have to try very hard to forget him and the part she played so briefly in her life.
Kiki sat down on the bed. Now with some money coming in she could take her time and figure out what to do next. And by now she was completely exhausted from the wild events of the day beginning with work early that morning and then the drinks with Mr. Whitty and then ... oh, Golly, could all of that really have happened? It all seemed outrageously impossible! She glanced out the window and spotted a clock down on the street. It was almost three in the morning now and just as soon as she climbed out of the waiter's uniform and washed, she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
The next morning "John" woke up feeling completely refreshed. As she was dressing, a knock sounded on the door and she was astonished to find a Room Service waiter with a cup of coffee and a seeded roll. "Courtesy of Mr. Romanofski!" smiled the waiter, one as equally young and girlish looking as Kiki. Although Kiki said nothing, she made a mental note of this fact. When she had finished her breakfast, she took the tray and descended in the elevator to look for Mr. Romanofski.
"We don't have the time to train you correctly because we're so busy," he said, "so what you'll do for the moment, is, you know, fill in, help out, give a hand here and there," he said softly, now and then touching Kiki wherever he found a chance. "So for starters today, you'll work with Room Service ... and that way you'll begin to get some idea how I run this place."
For the next several hours, Kiki stood by the Room Service phones and took messages, had extra coffee and towels and different items sent up to the rooms whatever a guest might need on the spur of the moment. In just about every case, Kiki was tipped a quarter or thirty-five cents and even half a dollar sometimes. And more than once she had to fight back the temptation to thrust the tips into her panties the way she'd done back at the diner. But she didn't have to share these tips and more than once she thought about poor Wang and his philosophy of sharing tips. They were all hers plus the salary she would receive and, on top of this, she paid nothing for room and food. She had it made, she told herself more than once; and on top of everything else, she had one day a week off. And being in the city and not out on the lonely highway was an added bonus. God, her luck had changed dramatically with Wang murdering all those people.
As the hours passed and she began to work and fit in smoothly, the others on the job liking her, Kiki realized that among the first things she needed to buy was a brassiere. Her ripe sensuous breasts swayed alarmingly beneath the waiter's jacket every time she moved quickly and if ever she should be asked to take off the jacket or if maybe she or someone else spilled something on it, then her goose was cooked!
Kiki was worrying about this specially when a call came down to the Service telephone from a. Mrs. Rankin in room nine-nine-zero. The lady needed some aspirin and she was in a dreadful hurry. She had a violent stomach ache.
Serge overheard Kiki taking the call.
"Oh, God," he said, "take good care of Mrs. Rankin. You've got to be extremely polite to her. She's here every year with that damned convention of hers, but it's well worth it. We charge the hell out of her for everything but she never says nothing and pays up."
Since there was no other messenger free, Kiki herself took up the aspirin to Mrs. Rankin's suite on the ninth floor. She announced herself in a deep voice and was told to come on in. Mrs. Rankin, a rather large but not unattractive auburn-haired woman, was lying on the bed with the covers thrown off and only a thin sheet covering her apparently naked body. Kiki's eyes widened at the size of her luscious breasts with the large half-dollar sized nipples and her long, finely tapered thighs partially visible.
"Oh, yes. Thank you so much, my boy. I've the most painful stomach ache. Would you get me a glass of water?" she asked, taking the packet of aspirin.
Kiki came back from the bathroom with a glass of water which she handed to the ailing guest who, to Kiki, didn't seem to be all that sick. In fact, she looked more bored than anything else.
Kiki was just about to leave, deciding that guests as important as Mrs. Rankin didn't bother with leaving tips when the woman called out to her.
"Oh, wait, please. Say," she said, raising up, "you're new here, aren't you?" She shifted her position in bed carelessly again and this time one large succulent breast nearly popped totally into view.
"Why yes. I am," said Kiki, lowering her voice again. She had to constantly remind herself not to speak normally. She retraced her steps back to Mrs. Rankin's bed. "I just started to work today."
"Well, you're a very handsome young man. I will speak to the manager, whom I know well, and mention how efficient you are."
Kiki flushed. "Well, thank you ... thank you, ma'am." she stood first on one foot and then the other not knowing quite what she should do now.
"Sit on the edge of the bed will you, young man. Yes, that's right." She smiled. "Now if you want to earn yourself a very nice tip, m'lad, you can rub my stomach ache away. You know, you have no idea how I'm suffering," she said. With a dramatic, theatrical gesture she tossed back her long auburn hair and it cascaded now over her bare, milky white shoulders.
Kiki recalled that Serge told her to do anything she could to please Mrs. Rankin, so why not a belly rub? Perching nervously on the edge of the bed, Kiki laid her hand on Mrs. Rankin's smooth stomach.
"Oh, that feels so much better already," she sighed contentedly as the waiter began to rub his hand in ever-widening and then diminishing circles down to the puckered belly button and further beneath it.
"You can do it harder ... oh yes ... if you want. Oh, this feels so good. It does. You're making me feel wonderful."
"It's probably the aspirin, Ma'am."
"Oh ... hmmmmmmmm, so good." Mrs. Rankin began to twist and roll gently on her naked buttocks, the sheet climbing up higher and higher as Kiki continued to rub in circles and massage the loose flesh on either side of her prominent thigh bones. "You should give massages professionally, my dear boy," said Mrs. Rankin. "You're really very ... very ... good. Yes. A little lower ... more ... yes. That's it."
Obediently Kiki kept lowering the position of her massaging hand, rubbing the softly yielding flesh between Mrs. Rankin's hips -despite the obvious fact that this area was no longer, strictly speaking, the stomach. Mrs. Rankin groaned with unmistakable pleasure and then with pure animal happiness and then gently, her eyes fluttering, took hold of Kiki's hand in hers and gradually inched it even further down so that the palm of Kiki's hand was now resting indecently on the downy hair-covered mound of Mrs. Rankin's pussy. As the older woman moved, one of her .breasts accidentally became completely uncovered and a hard erected nipple appeared. Kiki looked away discreetly, whistling under her breath as she continued to massage away and becoming more and more aware with every passing moment that Mrs. Rankin's stomach ache was gradually changing into a series of passionate sexual convulsions and her fleshy hips began to writhe erotically and her lips opened slowly of their own accord and she was now breathing through her mouth with her eyes altogether closed, humming and moaning softly to herself as the imagined ache became a thrilling ecstasy.
"Oh ... oh ... yesssssss. Yes, my dear boy, oh my belly ... it's getting so ... sooooo much better." The older woman was babbling jubilantly as she guided Kiki's hand as the girl leaned over the bed and rubbed more and more vigorously.
Another jutting white mound appeared and soon the sheet was all crumpled up around Mrs. Rankin's waist. Kiki was experienced enough to understand by this time exactly what was happening and if the lady had had anything even resembling a bellyache, then it had long ago vanished but as hard as Kiki tried, she couldn't think of a discreet way to "change the subject", to break off the obvious sexual stimulation taking place. Suppose Mrs. Rankin would say something to Serge about her not wanting to cooperate? It could mean Kiki's job and at the moment when her life was so precarious, she just couldn't afford to take this chance. If stroking and making love to this woman's wantonly demanding pussy was what it was going to take to hold onto her newly found job and her good luck, then that was what she would have to bring herself to do. There was no other way!
"This sheet's in the damned way, isn't it, m'boy?" asked Mrs. Rankin, groaning as Kiki's fingers were now combing through Mrs. Rankin's thick, curly cuntal hair. She then took Kiki's wrist and holding it up, moved the sheet away. "There, that's better," she cried, replacing Kiki's moist fingers back down directly on her nakedly convulsing pussy, but Kiki looked neither one way or the other as she resumed her "massage".
Besides, Kiki told herself, it was fun! Never before had she touched a woman's genital organs, except for her own once or twice; and now she began to explore in earnest, allowing her middle finger to worm its way through the moistly pink lips of Mrs. Rankin's hungry pussy then slipping up into the hotly pulsating tunnel of her cunt. Mrs. Rankin bolted once and then groaned and began massaging her own swollen firm breasts as Kiki's hand worked excitedly over her penis-like little clitoris, agitating the tiny sex organ until it felt hot and slippery to her touch.
"Oh yes ... oh my God! God ... yesssssss. Ohooooooooo, aaaaagggghhhhhhh!"
Mrs. Rankin's hips were gyrating furiously now and suddenly she rolled over on her left side, clasping her hands around Kiki's arm, an Absolute howl steaming out of her tightly compressed lips...."Oh god. Oh God!" Mrs. Rankin was thrashing, her naked legs flailing, her (arms reaching up into the air to grasp some invisible lover as her groaning and moaning increased in tempo, her one hand pressing, forcing Kiki's wet fingers into her gaping vagina as she wiggled and, writhed and bucked up and down as she continued to whimper that her stomach ache was disappearing....
Then, for a few moments longer, Mrs. Rankin just lay quietly on the messed-up bed. Slowly she let go of Kiki's arm and then, her eyes fluttering once more, she slowly pulled the sheet up and down in an effort to cover her nakedness. Kiki, meanwhile, was discreetly wiping Mrs. Rankin's copious vaginal fluid from her fingers as she helped tuck her in under the covers.
"Ah ... yes ... thank you so very much, m'boy," Mrs. Rankin cooed. "The combination of that aspirin and your wonderful massage, m'boy, that was all I needed, wasn't it?" She smiled a small, secret conspiratorial smile and then raised her body up on the thick pillows.
"Will you hand me my purse, honey?"
Kiki stood up and reached for a black leather purse and, then standing properly at a respectable distance, watched as the rich lady searched around in the bottom of the heavy bag. She looked up into Kiki's eyes as she pressed several crumpled bills into her hand.
"That's to pay for the aspirin, honey," she winked and then she lay back and stretched luxuriously. "Maybe you'd like to stop by tomorrow morning, just about this time, huh, just to have a little peep in to see how my bellyache's doing, huh? What do you say?"
Kiki nodded and smiled. Out in the hall she counted the folded-up bills. There were five $10 bills. Kiki almost screamed out in joy! * * * After the first few days Kiki was finding the daily work more and more to her liking. Very few, if any, of her fellow employees bothered her; she got along with the guests who weren't cranky or pushy and there weren't many of these, Kiki was soon to learn.
Accustomed to it and not at all afraid of the big city, Kiki spent most of her off duty hours alone. She would walk for hours window shopping or she would watch the children in the Park or she would just ride aimlessly on the many busses that circulated throughout the great city.
She also spent a lot of time up in her tiny room which was becoming more and more homey to her. One of the housekeepers, Mrs. Mullins, accidentally discovered that John wasn't a John, but instead, a girl, and they struck up a secret friendship. Mrs. Mullins helped Kiki fancy up her room and now there were friendly pale yellow curtains and even the room itself had been freshly painted. Instead of old broken down arm chair there was now a new sofa-bed that folded up into one of the more comfortable armchairs Kiki had ever known. Getting rid of the old single bed and cutting in the new foldaway made the room seem much, much bigger and now Kiki even had space for the many pocket books she was buying to further her education. Daily she was more and more impressed with the things she didn't know and she was also surprised to learn that not only Koreans like Wang whom she was still interested in were cold blooded murders.
Down in the kitchen she'd made close friends with one of the second cooks and he just couldn't do enough for Kiki, where getting certain specialties was concerned; thus Kiki was eating most of the time like a first class guest with broiled lobsters and steak actually cooked to her special order. She was finding out lots of other things about herself as time flew by and one of these was that people liked to talk to her and it didn't seem to matter to them if she was a boy or a girl. People liked to talk and they especially liked to talk to others who had the time or the interest to listen.
Alone in her room, as she was now, she would also think back about the different foster homes and then, of course, about the bloody murders and how easily that butcher knife sliced through Mr. Whitty's throat as if the meat were like butter. This particular image remained with Kiki and it wasn't at all as unpleasant as it might seem when the image would pass dreamily across her eyes before falling to sleep. She had never guessed a lot of human blood could be so bright red!
With a long sigh she climbed out of bed and went to the open window. It was right next to the door. She balanced her hands on the sill and leaned out for a moment; then suddenly she forced herself to tightly grip the window frame as she fought off a brief attack of dizziness. She knew it was eighteen floors down to the busy avenue below, and just the idea of standing there next to the open window made her more than slightly nervous. She sat back on the bed and, leaning on her extended arms, enjoyed the breeze that came through the window and ruffled her hair. She had just about decided to cut off because it was giving her more and more trouble and daily her apprehensions of being discovered as a girl were increasing uncomfortably.
Kiki decided she was tired. Every day since the first she'd had to visit Mrs. Rankin in the mornings to take care of her "stomach aches" which seemed to be worsening and needing more of Kiki's intimate attention than they seemed to be getting better. So far she had earned an amazing amount of money for her "doctoring" and she knew she would miss it once Mrs. Rankin's convention was over and she had left for her midwestern home town.
She lay back on the bed and thought about the new convention now moving into the great hotel. There would be dancing all night, and long black limousines pulling up to the hotel's entrance to unload the cream of high society; also Kiki was somewhat anxious to get a close-up look at these people and see what the women's long evening gowns and gleaming jewels looked like. But, she sighed, she was sure there would be another convention just like this one and since she was off duty and didn't have to report to work until next morning, why didn't she just read awhile and then get a good night's sleep because she could use it.
Glad that she had made up her mind, she kicked off her shoes and hung the waiter's uniform trousers up in the closet on its hangar. She slipped down a pair of brief feminine panties she'd bought, rinsed them out over at the sink and was just about to hang them on a nail so they'd be dry in the morning when, without a word of warning -not even a light tap anyone would have surely expected under the circumstances the door was flung wide open.
Of all things! It was Mr. Serge Romanofski and his eyes told Kiki instantly that he'd had a little too much to drink. This was what his silly grin announced.
Kiki's brain worked fast and she kept her half-naked back to him, reasoning that since she was supposed to be a male and since he was one, there was nothing for her to be upset about because he was close to her bare bottom. She decided this was okay, that he wouldn't stay long, and that her only problem of the moment was to prevent him from seeing what she had on the other side of her naked buttocks -or rather, what she didn't have there.
"Oh, Mr. Romanofski...." she said, feigning more alarm than she felt. "I wasn't expecting anyone...."
"Yes, I know," said the boss. His aristocratic eyes stared at her, a bright twinkle in one of them. "You know I've been neglecting you, my dear boy. It's the pressure of business, you know. How weary it makes one, don't you know," he said, wiping his brow even though he wasn't perspiring, Kiki noted.
"A young boy like you," he continued, sitting comfortably in the new armchair and appraising it as a matter of routine, "alone and defenseless here in the city and in our great world, needs some human company, don't you agree, and I thought that the two of us might just spend some time together. But, m'boy, I do hope that my rank and importance on the staff won't preclude our being friends." Serge grinned affectionately, softly, his eyes now and then darting to Kiki's bare legs and the curve of her delicious buttocks so innocently exposed to his approving eyes.
"Oh no. Of course, it won't, sir," Kiki replied, not knowing exactly what her boss meant. She felt silly keeping her back turned, but even if she were to conceal her adolescent pussy with some object, the hotel manager could hardly help but notice the richly swelling globes of her luscious breasts, particularly since she still hadn't brought a strapping brassiere to press them in flatter. Mr. Romanofski seemed to have eyes for nothing except her firm, tender naked buttocks.
"Goodness me," Mr. Romanofski exclaimed. "Dear one, you have a bruise, I say, I dare say, a tiny bruise on your bottom, my dear. Come, back up a bit. I will examine it for you, m'boy. However could you have bruised your ... your bottom?" the boss stammered. He found it irresistible!
It was true. At the climax of Mrs. Rankin's last upset stomach, the frantic woman had reached out and seized a handful of Kiki's tender flesh and squeezed until Kiki was howling in pain and Mrs. Rankin herself was in ecstasy. The gesture to Eros had left quite a sizeable black and blue mark.
"I ... really don't know, sir."
"My dear boy, this could turn into something serious. You are aware of that? Suppose I rub some ointment on it and you stretch out on the bed...." His eyes were gleaming.
"Oh, really...." Kiki began to protest but Serge marched her to the made-up sofabed and pushed her down on it as he sat on the edge. From his pocket Serge produced a tube of some ointment he apparently carried with him for such emergencies. Kiki took notice of this but said nothing ... as she lay down on her belly. At least, she was thinking, her position would continue to hide her genitals and this was all that mattered.
"Yes, now," sighed Serge, "I think we'd better get the top off too. No sense in soiling it, now is there, m'boy?" And this was accomplished quickly, Kiki pulling it off and hurriedly flopping down on her chest so as not to reveal her luscious breasts. Now she was completely naked and breathing softly as she soon felt Serge's nimble fingers gently massaging her bare bottom. And as he continued, Kiki was amazed that he didn't seem at all interested in anything but her buttocks; and as far as she was concerned now and it had everything to do with her job, if he wanted to massage her bottom and should he never discover she was a boy in disguise, it would be fine with her. And this seemed to be the way it was going her luck holding out beautifully!
And Serge Romanofski seemed to be taking this particular business very seriously indeed. Kiki grunted and wiggled uncomfortably as the hotel manager rubbed her smoothly yielding buttocks fiercely, realizing that Serge was deriving some sensual joy from these evil caresses, but unable to understand why. Could he possibly have seen through her disguise and was now pulling her leg, so to speak? Did he know she was a girl? Or did he honestly believe this was the normal beginning of a routine sexual assault?
"Yes ... ah, yessssss," Serge was murmuring, "a man gets lonely sometimes ... and when a young boy, as handsome as you are," he continued, kneading and massaging the ripely tantalizing half-moons of her ass-cheeks, " ... comes into his lonely life, ahhhhh, things do change, m'boy."
Hearing Serge refer to her as a boy with such profound certainty, Kiki relaxed and decided that there was no immediate danger to his penetrating her disguise if she could only remain in this same position. Then she also guessed that if he kept on stroking her so hungrily, as he was now doing, his breath rising audibly and his body generating a different kind of heat, things might definitely get out of hand. by now he was working the greasy ointment into her skin very thoroughly, gradually forcing the two cheeks of Kiki's firm buttocks wider apart and every once in awhile, allowing one of his lecherous fingers to stray down into the moist furrow in between. Each time the tip of his finger passed licentiously over the puckered little tip of her anus, Kiki found herself shivering with a combination of pure sexual delight and horror of the unknown. She was just learning how really terribly sensitive her body was in that particular spot between her half open thighs.
"Please ... Please, Mr. Romanofski...."
"Call me Serge, m'boy. We're going to become friends," he said breathing harder,' his finger caressing delicately and gently as Kiki's buttocks pressed against his intimidating but persistent finger.
"Oh, please, Serge, but no!!" she croaked hoarsely as Serge, having dipped his inquisitive finger once more deeply into a puddle of the ointment, began to rub it back and forth more vigorously over the tightly clenched hole of her twitching rectum.
"Isn't it feeling a little better?" Serge asked bending over so Kiki could feel his heated breath on her naked shoulders.
"Yes ... I think so," she replied. "A little...."
"Oh goody, I know you need this, m'boy," Serge responded his eyes suddenly blazing with the perverted sexual fury of having his smooth-bodied boy at his complete and utter disposal. Although Serge wasn't at the moment considering the sexual gender of his partner, he was surely not underestimating the reaction his caressing finger was provoking, the grinding and gyrating hips, the writhing of the whole body just as in any new sexual conquest ... and oh, what a lovely flower-soft ass and what a tight, hot little hole!
"Oh ... God ... ohooooooo," Kiki was moaning as all of a sudden she felt Serge's finger push its way past the frail defenses of the tiny elastic ring, finally worming slowly up into the delicious tightness of her tender nether passage.
God! What a feeling! None of it made or was making the slightest sense to Kiki, but as Serge kept yanking his invading finger frenziedly in and out of her rapidly expanding elastic hole, causing shock waves of illicit pleasure to race up and down her spine, Kiki gripping the bed for fear of falling off it as she humped back obscenely on his stabbing finger ... oh God ... what a feeling!
What was he doing to her? Where was all of this going to lead them? Behind her -and out of sight because Kiki now had her head buried in her arms, her eyes squeezed shut Serge was undressing. He pulled down his pants and his long thin cock leaped out ready for instant action.
From the corner of her eye Kiki saw this and now there remained no doubt whatever in her mind what Serge had in his own. He was going to do to her or he wanted to do to her, what Joey in the truck had wanted to do before he was grabbed by the fates and sent off to some kind of pernicious destruction the type of which her old friend, Wang, the Korean, was always talking about. The Fates were indeed very strange, Kiki was thinking, as she once again closed her eyes and wondered just how they planned to intervene this time. Then, his finger probing deeper, she couldn't take it any longer.
The farce had to end and she knew now that it made no difference if Serge fired her on the spot or even reported her to the police for assaulting him. Under no circumstances could she possibly allow him to push his penis up into her virginal asshole. She fought and struggled to roll over but Serge held her firmly.
She tried to speak but he refused to listen, pushing her face into the mattress as he mounted her. Finally, her heart pounding, she blurted out: "But sir, I'm not what you think I am, sir. I'm not a...."
"Quiet, son," said Serge. "I know what you are exactly, John, from the moment I set eyes on you," he said as he raised up easily and professionally and guided his slender piercing cock toward the portals of her quivering rectum. "I knew you were one of us, just like me, from the moment I first saw you, John. Now just don't try and tease me, and be decent about the whole business, dearie."
Kiki's sudden scream pierced the air as Serge's throbbing cock pushed through the tight elastic ring and stabbed deep up inside her rectal canal. Kiki screamed again as if she were on fire. The pain was agonizing as his cock, feeling like a hot poker iron began to surge cruelly in and out of her anus, and because he was gripping her tightly around the waist, there was no way to escape and struggling was foolish. Kiki was sobbing wildly, her lust-provoking body gyrating in a new agony as she tried desperately to escape this vicious sodomy, but Serge speared her like a butterfly on a pin.
Burning still like a hot poker, Kiki could feel the pulsating glans at the tip of his cock worming its way deeper and deeper into her tight anal passage and, for a long moment, the intense pain took her breath away. Kiki lay moaning in brutalized, beaten submission as Serge fucked up into her, chuckling with lewdly perverted joy as he battered his cock home, burying his stabbing flesh staff deep up in her rectum to the hilt.
"Hang in there, old John," Serge was yelling, "it's California, here I come!" and then he swore obscenely under his breath as he began to torment her cruelly stretched sphincter muscle lasciviously, flexing his hardened staff of flesh until Kiki was groaning with agony. The pain somehow cleared her mind and she was covering her tear-stained face with both hands, trying desperately to decide what to do with the long fleshy hardness fucking her rectum like a car piston gone on a wild rampage.
Bit by bit, ever so slowly, the anguish of Serge's rear entry was subsiding although it was still too early to pretend that she was having any fun. But Serge had done the impossible; he had rammed his rampant cock deep up inside her nether passage and he'd done this without splitting her in two. Kiki had somehow proved she could take a long cock up her rectum, and now what was she supposed to do with it, she wanted to know?
Experimentally Kiki flexed her buttocks, wondering if some way existed for her to shake his penis loose and belch it out of her anal canal. Serge was groaning with mindless homosexual pleasure and, immediately, Kiki came to a conclusion about her strategy. She would change it because it was obvious Serge was too strong for her and simply intended to remain where he was physically until he'd achieved his own selfish ends -which, Kiki knew, meant shooting his hotly masculine cum up into the unnatural sanctuary of her tight little anal canal. If Kiki really wanted him to get off her body and stop fucking her, the only thing to do was to encourage his vile perverted orgasm as soon as she could and, with any luck, he would dress and go away, probably without washing and probably without ever realizing that it was a woman's young body he had sodomized and not that of a young, handsome boy.
"Oh ... yessssss ... ohooooooo ... joy ... yessssss, oh, John, dearest, John ... yesssss," Serge Romanofski was moaning and chanting insanely as he continued fucking jubilantly in and out of "John's" delicious bottom, Serge's delight increasing in leaps and bounds when Kiki's hips began to twitch and writhe convulsively. "I'm actually turning him on," Serge kept repeating to himself under his breath as he gripped Kiki's soft skin.
"I'm turning him on," he sighed. "These young kids with their beautiful asses, they can never get enough of me once I get started...." he kept saying to himself as he thrust his rod of flesh in and out, in and out more and more strenuously as Kiki squirmed and panted underneath his overheated body.
More or less Serge was right and had Kiki heard him mutter aloud she would have had to agree with him somewhat. Although she would have to admit that she was putting on some kind of a performance to encourage him to cum quickly to get the whole business over with, as she rocked her lovely bare ass-cheeks up and down and back and forth as the man's proud cock worked furiously, savagely up inside her feverishly hot anal tunnel, she would also have to admit that it wasn't all just a performance; a lot of her reacting was completely genuine. The fact of the matter was that the intense initial pain had disappeared completely and this had been replaced by a warm, tingling glow, and frankly Kiki was beginning to enjoy herself immensely.
"My God," she murmured to herself, "I'm starting to be a real whore, first a big penis up my pussy and now a fag's cock up my asshole, she criticized herself, but the lewd glow began to radiate, invading her empty cunt as the orgiastic juices flowed out on the bed. She wondered briefly if there wasn't anything that couldn't turn her on ... eventually. She blinked her eyes and shook her head. What was the world coming to?
There was no answer to Kiki's question and the girl's body quickly surrendered to the invading cock, her last fragments of morality and human shame disappearing as her body and mind filled up with the lewd and perverted delight of being fucked savagely in the anus by a man who thought she was a boy.
Kiki floated higher, a faint layer of fragrant perspiration covering her soft skin as the sensation in her overstuffed rectum became unbearably pleasurable, and then moved into that pre-orgiastic stage of feeling sensations beyond the realm of either pain or pleasure, seemingly of some other, extra terrestrial dimension.
"Oh, Christ in heaven, give it all to me. All of it!"
Kiki was screaming and squealing, humping her naked buttocks up in the air, not caring if Serge discovered she was a girl, just hungering for the savage treatment the cock up her rectum was giving her. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough, shaking her head frantically back and forth as she felt her climax creeping up on her. "Oh, yes. Fuck it ... fuck my ass harder. Oh, God, Fuck my asshole!"
Serge's muscles were rigid with strain. He braced differently and now in a more forceful position began to skewer in and out of her churning rectum with all the strength in his body, noticing with delight that his new little friend had lost complete control over his body as Kiki kept bucking and heaving like a young colt, her naked legs scissoring open and shut, her mouth open and long sighs of pleasure hissing through her teeth.
"Oh, God ... don't ever stop. Oh, God," she screamed as she shoved one fist into her mouth, "I'm ... yes ... I'm cummmmmmminnnnnggg!"
"Oh yes ... yes, baby ... Oh, John ... yes. Cum ... cum ... over my cock, John. Yes ... Yessssss, baby...." And then, before Serge knew it, his cock was also coming and squirting like a faucet up into Kiki's sucking anal canal, Kiki moaning and squirming at the newness of the sweet sensation and wanting to grovel and humiliate herself at his feet as she visualized his cock shooting hot thick sperm deep up inside her twitching anal canal.
"Oh, Christ," Kiki moaned as Serge's life seed flooded up into her rectum, his cock swelling momentarily to twice its normal size, cum spurting violently from the red hot glans like a stream of water from a fire hose. Serge collapsed over the softly yielding body of Ins lover as the orgasm wracked his own body, trying to kiss the young boy's perspiring neck and face in utter gratitude for what had happened.
What a perfectly formed young man, he was dreaming happily, his hands languidly caressing the boy's body. What a soft neck! What fresh pink cheeks! What dark, expressive eyes as he remembered them ... And what incredible breasts, he was thinking now as he fondled and caressed....
Breasts?
Breasts!!
Yes! In the fury of Kiki's violent orgasm, she had suddenly rolled over on her side. She was too concerned with the storm of lust to think about having to conceal her sexual identity from Mr. Romanofski.
The man had raised himself up on his elbows. He looked down to see his penis slipping out from between Kiki's rosy buttocks. And then, with a groan he had watched her roll over when he saw her full, ripely naked breasts juggling sensually back and forth.
Panic stricken with shock, Serge's eyes traveled rapidly down the lush contours of the female body to the point he expected to find an erect young penis. None! There was none!
Serge Romanofski's shock came with cataclysmic force and he was literally shattered by his new knowledge.
"You're ... a ... girl? A girl? I can't ... a girl!?"
"Oh, Mr. Romanofski ... I can explain ... explain...."
Quickly Kiki sat up. She made no effort to hide her lovely naked breasts. She reached out for him almost gently, but he leaped away from her as if she'd suddenly taken on the appearance of some evil looking demon with glaring eyes and snorting fire through her dilating nostrils....
"Oh no. Oh ... noooooooo! A girl ... Never ... a girl! Oh ... noooooooo!"
He leaped from the bed shaking his head furiously. He seemed to be crying. He was screaming nonsense things, babbling incoherently. Hysterically he put his hands over his face so he could see no more of this disgusting, revolting sight...." Oh God!" he roared, "a woman ... a naked woman, dripping with the sweat of sex!"
He jumped up and then screamed again as Kiki cringed on the bed. Then with horrified eyes the young girl saw him turn on his heel and then simply hurl his naked body right through the open window. A scream died in Kiki's throat as she slowly lowered herself back down onto the mattress ... and a terrifying silence flooded the hotel room.