I paused at Franky’s outburst and listened, but with no intention of staying.
“So, here’s the deal,” Franky said, “I have the door money. With my six g’s it’s more than thirty grand for you three girls to split. Over five hundred dudes showed up. I know that’s a lot, but we can do it. With eight girls lined up in here they can file through eight at a time and get their dicks sucked.” Franky smiled maniacally and cackled. “It will be the greatest fucking bachelor party ever.”
“That’s completely insane!” I said. “You’re fucking crazy. We’re out of here.” Turning to Brad and our wives, I said, “Let’s go. Now!” I stooped down to pick up the camera equipment.
Franky’s face twisted up into an angry and deranged looking grimace. He pulled the biggest handgun I had ever seen out of his jacket and pointed it at me.
Someone gasped and I froze.
“Nobody’s fucking going anywhere!” Franky screamed. He grabbed his belt and pulled up his pants, keeping his nickel plated canon trained on me. His face relaxed, that deranged grimace changing into a more normal look of anger. In a calmer voice, he said, “If you try to leave or say another fucking word, Harry – just one fucking word – I will shoot you right in your face and make every horny asshole out there line up and fuck your pretty wife. You got that, Chief?”
I nodded, realizing for the first time what I was dealing with and why Brad had been so intimidated. This guy really did seem insane. Even his father and his brother looked shaken.
“Now drop that shit and stand up.”
I did. Helen and Janet were clinging on to each other, looking absolutely terrified.
“We’re going to wait for my cousin Tommy and his crew to show up with his whores and then were going to start sending guys through this kitchen eight at a time. If they’re too drunk to get it up or they can’t finish in a few minutes then my cousin’s boys will toss them out the back door. Now,” he unzipped his fly and fished around inside his pants. “I believe your wife owes me a great blowjob. It better be the greatest of my life. Let’s see what she can do.”
Helen looked horrified.
Raising and waving my hands frantically at Franky, I got his attention. He paused his search for his cock, looking annoyed.
“What?” he said.
I pointed at my mouth.
I didn’t know if he would really shoot me in the face for talking, but I didn’t want to find out.
“What?” Franky asked again louder, lowering his gun.
“Look at her, Franky,” I said. “My wife’s terrified. It would be all teeth. Let the girls relax… just for a few minutes. Maybe even have a few drinks. Then my wife will give you a proper blowjob.” I looked over at Helen. “I am so sorry I got you into this, Helen… but can you do that for me, Baby… I mean… in a little while?”
Helen, still looking terrified and with her chin quivering, nodded at me. Tears flowed down her cheeks and I wanted to die. I had gotten her into this.
Franky said, “No. She’s blowing me now.” He turned to Helen with that deranged grimace back on his face and he screamed, “Get over here, you fucking cunt! Get over here and suck this FUCKING co–”
“Franky!” Ron senior shouted, cutting him off. “Where are your goddamned manners, Son? This is supposed to be a party…. for your brother. You are scaring the living shit out of this poor woman. Now stop being such a rude host. I am sure these ladies will do everything you want them to after a few drinks and some laughs.” He looked back at Helen and Janet who were still clinging tightly together. “Right ladies?” They both nodded. “See. Now put both your fucking guns away and let these poor girls relax for a little–.”
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the kitchen door. Franky looked toward it. Spotting something through the small square window in the door, his deranged grimace instantly vanished and he smiled. “Oh, shit!” he said, “Tommy’s already here.” He looked at Brandy’s bodyguard who was standing closest to the door, wagged his pistol and said, “Let him the fuck in, Poochie.”
Poochie, apparently Brandy’s bodyguard’s name, turned and unlatched the deadbolt on the kitchen door.
Putting the gun in his vest holster, zipping up and adjusting his pants, Franky walked toward the man who entered, a taller, fatter, older and balder version of himself. “Tommy!” he said, putting his arms out.
They hugged.
“You got here quick, Tom. The fuck, did you fly?”
“You said to hurry,” the bigger man said, his voice gravelly, but only a little deeper than Franky’s. “I loaded everyone in the party bus and we came.”
A parade of five asian girls and a black girl filed into the kitchen followed by three more thugs in business suits.
The Asian girls were all dressed like prostitutes, high heels, halter tops, mini skirts and shorts. The black girl was a bit older and dressed normally in a blouse and slacks.
As if nothing had just happened, Frankie turned to everyone in the room, smiling and announced, “Hey, everyone, this is my big cousin Tommy!” Pointing at each person, Franky said, “That’s Brandy, the sweet young blond stripper I told you about. She just turned eighteen and she agreed to blow this fuckton of guys. Fucking Brandy-new junky whore.” He cackled excitedly. “God I love crack. Oh, and that’s Harry. Looks just like Tom Cruise, right?” He looked for Tommy’s reaction, who nodded his head. “See! I told you… and that’s his hot fucking wife who looks like Marilyn Chambers. Great set of tits on her, too! She was just about to blow me. Supposedly gives fantastic head. Anyway,” Franky pointed at Brad and Janet. “That’s my buddy from work, Brad and his wife Janet. What a doll, right? She’s going to be sucking dick, too.”
Tommy looked confused. “These guys are okay with that? I mean I’ve had plenty of ho’s with husbands before, but never with their husbands on a shoot… while their wives are fucking, sucking and whoring. I don’t know. Are you sure that won’t be a problem, Franky?”
Franky looked at me and Brad. “I don’t know? Is that going to be a problem? Maybe you guys should leave. Do you want to leave? You can wait in the parking lot. I’m guessing your wives will be done in three… maybe four hours, tops.”
There was no way in hell I was leaving Helen. “No,” I said. “No problems. We like watching our wives with other men.”
Brad squeezed Janet’s arm and shook his head. “No problems,” he said. “We’re good.”
I could tell by Brad’s stiff tone he was upset, but nobody else seemed to notice.
Tommy shrugged. He clapped Franky on the shoulder. “Let’s get these girls ready for action, then. We have a suckfest to film. This one’s going to be the biggest one we ever…” He looked around. “Hey! Franky… where the fuck’s your film crew?”
Franky looked lost. He shrugged and shook his head at Tommy.
“What the fuck, Franky!” Tommy said, grimacing in disgust. “How the fuck are we supposed to make any money without a film crew?”
Franky pointed at my camera on the floor. Looking at me he asked, “Hey, isn’t that a video camera, Dude?”
Reluctantly, I nodded.
Franky smiled. He looked back at Tommy and said, “There. We can use that.”
Tommy shook his head, frowning in disgust. “Okay,” he said, “Total shit, but it will have to do. I’ll have Billy grab mine, too.”
He stepped forward, put his hands on his hips and looked all around at the kitchen. In a loud voice he announced, “Let’s get all these overhead lights turned on!” Pointing at one of his men, he shouted, “Billy, go get the whole video setup and the sack full of knee pads and blankets out of the van for these girls. This floor is ridiculous!” Pointing at the black woman, he said, “Jessica! Round up the ladies and get them ready. You have enough bullets, right?” She nodded. “Good. Remember, just one little sniff each and a half hour between doses. I don’t want any of these bitches passing out on me. They’ve got at least a couple hours work ahead of them.”
With Tommy busy barking out orders and everyone else distracted with helping him set the room up, Brad, Helen, Janet and I huddled up together.
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