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I
was at Piacevole Pizza a little before eight and there wasn't much
happening. Nobody sat at the tables and the bench outside was empty.
Candy must have seen me on the sidewalk as I turned the corner since
she was walking toward the door as I entered.
She
was smiling and the light behind her created a halo effect, making
the silhouette edges bright.
"You're
just in time," She took my hand, leading me, "Through
here."
We
went through the back door into the warm kitchen where two guys
were working.
"This
is Brian, Randy." He looked up, gave a nod, and went back to
chopping vegetables. "And Darrell." He was kneading dough
and didn't look up.
After
the kitchen there was a dimly lit hall.
She
turned to me and we stopped. "I've just a minute. What you're
getting is the special deluxe pizza and I hope you like it. You
have to remember two things. You'll be asked for the numbers. They're
thirty-six, five, ten. Can you remember that?"
"Thirty-six,
five, ten. Sure."
"And
you'll be asked how much a slice. Say five dollars. Yours is free,
but it's to be five dollars."
"Five
dollars."
"I
know this sounds crazy, but you need to say these things and then
you'll be able to enjoy your pizza. I'm off at ten and if you're
busy I'll understand. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
She
gave my hand a squeeze. "Thirty-six, five, ten. Have a good
time." She looked away. "It's through that door."
I
was looking at the door when she released my hand and left. I watched
her go back to the kitchen, to Randy and Darell who weren't overly
friendly, and wondered just a little bit what was going on.
I
heard voices before opening the door, turned the knob and it was
a medium sized room bare of furniture except for a table in the
center and a mattress in the corner. The mattress was uncovered
and the striped ticking was stained.
The
men turned when I entered and quieted. A man who was, I learned,
the owner of Piacevole Pizza said, "You're Candy's guest, aren't
you? Come on in. We'll be ready to begin after a few formalities."
The
men were all older, in their forties mostly, some with graying hair.
I didn't recognize anybody.
"We
need three numbers, each between one and fifty." That was the
owner. "Before we can begin."
Everybody
smiled at me.
"Thirty-six,
five, ten."
"Let's
see." He pulled a paper out of his pocket, unfolded it. "Thirty-six,
five, thirteen. You're close." He looked at the others. "That's
the closest, isn't it?"
There
wasn't a dispute, only more grinning.
"The
pizza is almost ready. How much should a slice be?"
Every
particle of his being was focused on me and I'd never experienced
such intensity before. I hesitated then said, "Five dollars."
"Five
dollars is what it'll be then. Pony up fellows."
He
held out his hand and the men put bills in it. While they were doing
this I counted and it was nine plus the owner and me.
The
owner folded the bills and put them into his shirt pocket where
they bulged. "Enjoy your pizza. We close at midnight."
The
door opened behind me and a naked girl carefully entered. She felt
ahead of her, not able to see because of the cloth bag tied over
her head.
The
door shut behind her and the men cheered but didn't move.
The
owner put his hand on my shoulder and I looked away from the girl.
"Candy must like you a lot. You get the first piece, your choice.
The table, the bed, the floor, up against a wall. No one cares.
The bag stays on. No one gets hurt. Enjoy yourself." He gave
a squeeze and left us, closing the door on nine men, a girl and
me.
She
stood there, turning her head this way and that, as if she could
see us, her hand rising to her breast.
Beth
and I had done it but I'd never seen a naked girl in the flesh before.
Boys had National Geographics and a post card or two and
that was it.
She
wasn't tall, her breasts seemed large. I couldn't see everything
at once. My eyes rose to her breasts, dropped to her crotch and
the patch of red hair there, rose again.
"She
won't bite, kid. Go ahead." There were chuckles but they were
good natured. No one was rushing me.
I
was frozen, incapable of moving. I hadn't the slightest idea what
to do. The bagged head turned to me.
"He
needs some help, Al."
I
watched as one of the men went to her, took her to the mattress
and made her lie down.
"She
won't bite, honest, kid."
I
was about six feet from the bed, by the table, the men close by
but not crowded around me. The one named Al was back with the others,
some watching the girl, some watching me.
The
girl lay on her back, one arm by her head, the other across her
stomach. Her legs were spread, knees raised.
What
I was thinking was I'd worked on the paper missing dinner, thinking
there would be a piece of pizza later, not this. I was hungry, but
not exactly for this.
I
was also thinking about Candy and what the hell was going on. Did
she really intend for me to do this. For an instant I thought she
was Candy and then I thought about the red pubic hair and the height
wasn't exactly right.
"Kid,
I don't think we can wait much longer. Okay if we go ahead while
you make up your mind?" The speaker was a chubby man in short
sleeves and wearing a tie. He was going bald and was flushed, his
face red like some of the others. I noticed then that most already
had their clothes off.
"Yeah.
Go ahead."
"Thanks,
kid." He turned to a stripped guy. "Mike, you're first."
Mike
was on her, like that, a snap of the fingers. He fiddled with her
breasts for a minute then was in her and pumping. Everyone else
crowded against the two sides of the mattress and I backed to the
table.
I
sat on the table, not able to see much, as they took turns. She
wasn't quiet after a few minutes, moaning some. I could see her
legs wrapped around them as they fucked her.
The
others were naked too, hairy and with bellies. They knew each other
and cheered each other on and when they were all done and their
dicks were wet they stood and talked.
Al
came and stood by me. "Take your turn any time you want."
He scratched his hairy chest. "She must be a classmate of yours.
Incognito. They don't usually come in with a bag like that. Limits
things." He turned to me. "You know?"
She
was lying there, alone on the bed, as the men talked. Her hand was
over her crotch and she moved slowly, her whole body in a sway,
still moaning.
Randy
came in with a pizza, ignored me, putting it on the table. No one
said a word. Randy glanced at the girl and left.
One
of the men got back on the girl as the others ate pizza. I took
a piece too. Of pizza and later the girl.
She
was on her hands and knees then. She seemed to like it, screaming
sometimes. Al or Mike or someone told me some of them were fucking
her up the ass.
I
did it normally, holding her hips, amazed at how slippery she felt.
I fell out once but she quickly had me back in her, humped up her
rear and slumped, arms limp, to the mattress, her fingers grasping
the edge.
"That's
it, kid. Bang her."
That
got the others going. They all shouted, "Bang her," with
every stroke I made and after I'd come and left her, kept it up
as others took their turns.
By
ten, when I dressed and left, she was limp on her back, head thumping
the wall as they fucked her, until someone grabbed her ankles and
pulled her down.
Darrell
passed me in the hall and gave a wink. I turned and saw him enter
the room. I could hear someone shouting, "Take that fucking
hood off."
The
kitchen was empty and Randy and the owner were relaxing at a table
with Candy, who'd changed out of her uniform. She jumped up as I
entered the dining area.
She
reached out and took my hand and drew me to the exit.
The
owner said, "Have fun, kids."
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