Chapter 8
"Say, Taco," Bull said from behind closed eyes as he lay next to his brother at the pool side, basking in the sun. "I thought we came up here to be married to each other's wife?"
"Yeah, I know," Taco said lazily, "but it doesn't seem so important any more. I wonder where Patti and Linda are."
"Probably looking for Linda's swim suit. She forgot it in our room when she went with Patti. She'll remember where it is, I'm sure." Bull yawned. "I think I'll go back to the room for a little nap. Come and get me if anything exciting develops." He yawned again and stood up, the sun's glare making black spots swim in his eyes.
"Okay. But let's forget about the marriage bit, don't you think?" Taco asked as his brother started off.
"Sure, man. It doesn't really matter anyway." Bull waved and walked away.
"Where's Bull going?" Cindy asked as she emerged dripping from the pool.
"Back to the room for a nap," replied Taco without raising his head to look up.
"That's an idea. Think I'll join him." She trotted off to catch up.
"Hi, honey," she said, slipping a wet arm through Bull's. "Mind if I come, too?"
"Hey! Watch it—you're wet!" Bull exclaimed, pulling away from the contact of Cindy's soggy suit on his sun-warmed flesh.
"A little cold never hurt anybody," she cajoled in an attempt to press herself against him once again. Laughingly, Bull pulled her in front of him and held her at arm's length.
"All right, march!" he ordered, and began pushing her ahead of him. "Hey, there's Patti and Linda." The two girls, both in bikinis, were walking toward them arm in arm and Bull thought, I guess Linda found her suit okay.
"Howdy, girls," he said as they approached.
"Hi," said Patti. "Where are you two off to?"
"To take a nap, but this brute won't let me near him. Says I'm all wet." Cindy pretended to glare over her shoulder at Bull just to see the effect of her words. Bull pulled her back until he could smack her smartly on the ass.
"Hey!" protested Cindy. "Take it easy, will you!" But despite her words, her eyes invited him to do it again.
"Don't worry," Bull assured her, "you keep it up and wait and see what you'll get in the room!"
"Uh-oh," Cindy said, and ran away from the group. "I'll see you guys. Bull's got me absolutely terrified!" Giggling, she ran ahead and they saw her disappear through the glass doors to the room.
Bull smiled. "I better get along before she cooks up some surprise for me." Bull started to move away. "See you later ... Oh, by the way, Taco says he wants to forget the marriage thing. I guess I agree."
Patti nodded.
"See you," Bull said again and walked toward the room.
"What does he mean?" Linda asked.
"Oh, nothing really. We were going to get married. That's all."
"But I thought you were already married." Linda was quite confused.
"Oh, we are. But I was going to marry Bull this time. And Cindy was going to marry Taco. I know it sounds crazy, but it seemed like a good excuse to come to Las Vegas. And Taco had this idea about revolution and all. Well ... never mind. Let's get in the water before we roast."
"Taco's full of ideas, isn't he?" Linda said as she hurried along to keep up with Patti.
"Yes, I guess so. There he is now. Over there near the shallow end. See?"
"Oh, yes, I see him. Was it his idea to begin with? The getting married, I mean."
"I don't remember," Patti answered. "But probably. It's the kind of thing Taco would come up with."
"Oh, Patti, do you think he'll like the idea of my going home with you?" Linda sounded worried.
"Don't worry about that. He'll like the idea, I'm sure. But he's likely to want to improve on it somehow. Don't ask me how, though, 'cause I can't answer that. But Taco will come up with something; you can be sure of that."
They reached the edge of the pool. Without waiting for a reply from Linda, Patti dove neatly into the water. Linda followed after only a moment's reflection.
"Bull, baby?" Cindy's expression was fetching as she stretched herself tawnily on the bed. "Bull, would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
Lying beside her, Bull froze his yawn and felt it break at its peak into unsatisfying fragments. "Cindy," he said as he attempted to force another yawn up, "I'm too sleepy for games now, so if you're fooling around—forget it."
"Oh no, I'm serious!" Cindy's eyes grew wide with hurt. It was a moment of crisis for her and she desperately wanted Bull to understand.
"But, Cindy, why this sudden change of heart?"
"And why this inquisition?" Cindy wanted to know defensively, and Bull was caught short for an answer.
"I don't know. Perhaps I should leave all the thinking to Taco. You want a butt fucking, baby? I'm only here to serve. Put that mouth of yours to work and get me hard."
Even as the thought of Cindy's mouth on his prick struck Bull, he felt his meat thicken and warm against his thigh. It really did not matter, after all, what had made Cindy change her mind.
Cindy rolled half over and kissed him. Her soft lips were like a sponge on his harder ones, and delicately she sucked them soft. Her pouting kiss was like a flower blossom as it emerged into his mouth and tongue: sweet and filled with fire. He could feel her teeth click along his teeth rows, and he let it inside to mesh with his.
In his thighs Bull felt a roll start and let it go like a wheel up his hips until he felt his buttocks grinding against the bed. Cindy broke their kiss and hurried down his neck and chest as if her mouth were a hungry animal. Bull's prick had stiffened considerably and yearned for the touch of her tongue.
With the practiced skill of a cat lapping cream, she licked down the base from the tip of Bull's cock to the bottom of his ball-sack. She let her tongue suggest a daring lick at his asshole and he stiffened his buns with expectant ecstasy in response.
Expertly her mouth kissed its way back up his scrotum and around the base which she flayed with her tongue. Then slowly, as if her tongue were a tease, she drew upward on the staff until she came to the bulbous end. And pop! Her tongue tickling, she sucked the glands into her pouting, hot-lipped mouth.
Perhaps it was the thought of fucking his wife in the ass for the first time that caused the next reaction in Bull. Or perhaps it was just one of the unaccountable circumstances that sometimes arise. But in either case, Bull found himself immediately on the edge of orgasm.
"Hold it, baby, hold it. Christ! I don't know what's the matter with me, but I'm just about to come. Cindy! Listen to me, will you? Stop it for a minute."
Bull was afraid he would have an orgasm and that then Cindy would change her mind. Fortunately, for Bull at least, Cindy finally seemed to hear and stopped sucking his cock.
"What is it, Bull baby?"
"Dammit, I don't know. But I almost shot my wad before you started."
"That's Taco, not you, Bull!" Concern was written strongly on Cindy's face.
"I know it, dammit! Let me think this thing through for a moment, will you?"
Cindy willed herself to be silent even though she was anxious over Bull's sudden change of mood. Although Taco had the reputation as the thinker among the group, it was often Lull with his blundering will who blindly came up with the most insight.
"There's something wrong here. I can feel it," said Bull seriously. The words sounded absurd to Cindy and she struggled not to say to him that the problem simply was that he was cumming too quickly. Instead she kept her silence while a puzzled frown crept across Bull's handsome face.
"I don't know; maybe I'm wrong. But on this whole trip, something hasn't been right," he mused.
Cindy could no longer stand it. "What do you mean, baby? Don't you like the idea of butt fucking me?" She licked his prick with a coy smile to emphasize her point.
"It's not that. Or, is it?" Bull asked himself. "I can't be sure it isn't, of course. But I feel like something else is going on that shouldn't be. What is it, though? What is it?"
"Too much of the same old thing, perhaps," Cindy suggested.
"You mean like sex?" Bull quipped.
"I thought you liked the idea." Cindy pouted.
"I do, sugar. It's not that. Oh hell, never mind. I've got something in my wallet for just this occasion." Bull rose and searched through the pockets of his pants.
"What is it?" asked Cindy, thinking, He couldn't be taking out a rubber, could he?
"Orgy butter in a handy foil packet."
"Oh, let me see it!" Cindy squealed, and Bull tossed her the packet with a grin. "Orgo-Easer. Oh, Bull, this is too much! What does it say here?" Cindy read aloud: "'Directions: Just lay Orgo-Easer in the palm and let the heat of your meat melt the butter pad. Orgo-Easer smells good, too!' Direct, aren't they?" She grinned wryly. "It sort of takes the romance away, Bull." Her eyes changed to the expression of a child who had taken a lick of ice cream and gotten a flavor she did not expect.
Cindy's words somehow expressed what Bull was feeling—though for other reasons. For the first time in his life, he had started to cum right away. The experience was so unique in his mind that the thought preoccupied him and he felt himself losing interest in the prospects of sex.
"What is it, Bull?" Cindy saw the frown that passed across his face once again and her voice reflected his concern and worry.
"Oh, it's nothing," Bull mumbled as he tried to put her off.
"Yes, it is. Now tell me," Cindy demanded to know. Yet she managed to tell him of her love by her very tone of voice.
"Yeah, well, I guess I should. It's just that I'm out of the mood right now, I guess."
Cindy felt relief at Bull's stumbling love. She had experienced certain reservations herself since offering her ass to him, and now it seemed they both wanted to wait a while.
"Did you change your mind?" Bull asked, still frowning at the newness of what was taking place.
"Well, no. But all the same, I think there is a doubt we're both feeling. And perhaps it's a good idea to wait a while," Cindy suggested hopefully.
"Yeah, well, maybe. I don't know—but as long as you're sure you're not changing your mind, after all?" Bull was remotely aware of how false all this sounded.
Suddenly Taco walked through the patio doors. Without preamble he said: "Bull, we've got a problem."
"You're telling me!" Bull agreed without even thinking. Then he thought, What the hell has Taco got to do with this thing? How'd he know about it, anyway?
"Oh, you already know," Taco said. "Got any ideas about what to do about it?"
"About what?" asked Cindy suspiciously, having a feeling that the two men were not communicating.
"Why, the film, of course."
"What film?"
"I thought Bull said you already knew!"
"He doesn't," Cindy answered.
"What film?"
"The stag film of Patti and the bellboy."
"What?" Bull exploded in outrage.
"Yeah, the son of a bitch got a film of himself fucking Patti. Says he wants fifty thousand dollars or he'll have a buddy of his put it out for distribution. Son of a bitch!"
"I'll kill the bastard!" Bull roared.
"Oh, no you won't," Taco said firmly. "What this takes is some concentrated thought—so, just slow down."
"You're not going to pay him, are you, Taco?" Cindy was aghast.
"Not if I can help it," Taco replied grimly.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet. Let's wait until Patti gets here and see what she has to say about it."
"Are she and Linda still at the pool?"
"Yes. I haven't told them yet. That son of a bitch called me on the phone and told me. Goddamn telephone. It's the devil's device without a doubt."
"Next I suppose you'll say the bellboy's a communist because he wants to share your money with you," Cindy wisecracked.
"It's not impossible," Taco said. Then he shook his head, greatly amused with himself. "What the hell difference does a strip of film make, anyway?"
"What film?" Patti asked as she entered the room with Linda.
"It seems your friend, what's-his-name, the bellboy—"
"Tom Jones," Patti filled in helpfully.
"Yeah, well, Tom Jones has got a film of you with his prick up your ass and he wants fifty thousand dollars for it. That film!"
Patti's eyes grew huge. "I knew there was something about him that I disliked, but I couldn't place it. Oh, Taco! What are we going to do?"
"I don't know yet. How did he get it without your knowing about it is what I want to know."
"I don't know. For the life of me, I don't!"
"I do," Linda asserted in a muted tone.
"How?" Taco snapped.
"With a camera, of course," Linda said, not liking Taco's tone one bit.
"I know that," Taco screamed. "What do you take me for, a fool?"
"Now, just slow down," Patti interjected, then turned to Linda. "What about the camera, Linda?"
"Well," the blonde replied slowly, "it's one of the gadgets I was telling you about, Patti. But it's not supposed to be used this way, of course. If the hotel knew about this they'd blow their stack."
"You mean they keep hidden cameras in the rooms?" Taco was incredulous, but his eyes searched suspiciously about the room.
"In some of the rooms. You'd be surprised how many guests there are here that want 'home movies' to take home. It's like I was telling Patti. All you have to do is ask for something in Las Vegas and it's yours. At a price, of course."
"Well, I'll be damned!" was all Taco could manage.
"But really, they're not for this purpose. If the hotel management finds out, they'll have him killed," Linda said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, come on, Linda. You've got to be kidding!" Cindy said.
"I'm not," Linda answered her evenly. "I can even show you right where the camera is."
"Unbelievable," was Bull's only opinion of the turn of events. A silence fell over the group.
"Well, what the hell are we going to do?" Cindy asked, more to fill the silence than to get an answer.
"You could tell the hotel," Linda suggested.
"Not if what you say about killing is true." Taco's tone was firm. "Besides, that wouldn't insure us that we'd get the film back. He could have already given it to his friend."
"What if we do nothing?" Patti looked slowly around at the different people gathered in the room.
"You can't do that!" Cindy exclaimed, aghast at Patti's suggestion.
"And why not? I don't give a damn about any film," Patti said. "And it's the one thing I'm sure he's convinced we won't do."
"You know, you may have something after all, baby." The glimmer of an idea was taking shape in Taco's mind and he let it show in his face.
"What do you have in mind, brother?" Bull asked, knowing the look and its meaning.
"Just a minute. Just a minute. I want to think this one over for a moment. A little silence, if you please, while the maestro works."
Taco set to pacing to and fro across the room. It was as if a dialogue were taking place inside him and the different points of view were played across his face as his mind moved from character to character. He stopped all at once, and a big smile lit up his face. "Okay! Here's what we'll do."