Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 29

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Gerard learns the unfortunate truth about Brandi.

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Early Saturday Morning, May 24th -- DAY 9

It was a little after six in the morning when Christina and Brandi got on the elevator to head back to their floor. They were both numb, their bodies sore and aching. They'd moved like zombies through the quiet hallway of The Palazzo toward their destination.

Once the doors closed, Christina slumped against the wall. "Was that really four guys, or was it fourteen."

Brandi tried to laugh, but she was too exhausted. "Fucking Viagra! That shit should be illegal for guys in their 20s."

"They definitely didn't care about that four-hour rule they warn you about in the commercials."

"No shit. Two of them were still hard as steel when we got up to leave."

"I think they popped two each. I get that they're studs, but that was crazy."

Christina thought they were only going to be there for two to three hours. That's what Brandi had told her, based on the rates listed on their itinerary. She didn't know herself because she didn't have access to her phone, and that's the one her account for the escort website went through. It was IP address driven for security purposes. If you switched to a new phone, you had to contact them first.

But Brandi had misread her own list of details and requests. The four men that had asked for a nude modeling appointment had paid for more than the consecutive half-hour per person fee. They'd actually extended the time by four hours, going from midnight to just minutes before. True to their comments, they were literally being fucked right up til the end of the party.

It had started as a girl on girl lesbian show, Christina and Brandi getting to have some sexy fun between the two of them. It was much like what they'd done on stage with Ashley and Kalinda, or as they knew them, Brie and Okoye. They were performing for horny black men, turning them on so that they could be ravaged by them once the show was over.

It seemed odd to each of them that they'd been allowed to play with each other for an entire hour. It was going to make the fucking session afterward short, and likely intense. They'd noticed them taking the familiar blue diamond shaped pills when they were doing a striptease, knowing right away what they were. That made the length of time they were making each other cum all the more surprising. By the time the men were ready to fuck, their cocks looked like they were on steroids. The veins were much more pronounced than what they usually would have likely been. And when they went to touch their bodies, their skin was hot... the increase in blood pressure causing a few side effects.

The men were all big, in the 6'3" to 6'6" range, and between 260 and 310 pounds. The smallest cock of the group was ten inches, all of them as thick as their wrists. They were also all built like professional football players. That was probably because they were all professional football players.

The Raiders had made their official move to Las Vegas in late March. Sort of. The team was officially in the midst of their off season, but there really isn't one in the NFL. The league had held it's annual draft in April, and May saw the arrival of the first of two organized team activities. They'd just concluded that first OTA, with it running from Wednesday through Friday. There would be another one coming up the following week, from the 28th through the 30th. But they were being held in northern California, as the building of their new stadium was running behind schedule.

With the team eventually going to be located in the new city, a few of the players took a road trip, if chartering a private jet counted in that category. They were looking for something to do in between OTA sessions, and decided to visit a place where there were plenty of things to do, including hiring escorts and fucking the near life out of them.

Brandi had recognized one of them as soon as they walked into the suite. While she tried to bury her past, not wanting to think about the life she had as Jamie Lee Brandel, the fact remained that she was born in Athens, Georgia and raised just outside it. The University of Georgia was there in town, and it's football team was glorified. She'd often dreamed of finding herself in their locker room and having rough, uninhibited sex with several players. While that fantasy never came true, she kept close tabs on the Bulldogs every season, and the players that made it into the Pros. She found herself unexpectedly in the presence of a man that had graduated from the program.

She'd been lucky enough to fuck an NFL player before. She'd been working with several of them in Gerard's gyms in the offseason, the Chargers and Rams having also moved, to LA. She'd had sex with one of the Rams several times, and she'd been working on a Charger player. But before she could make that happen, she was going to be with what she knew to be four members of the Raiders.

The encounter wasn't a gangbang. Instead, it turned into a long, constant fuck. In essence, they both pulled a train. They'd each fuck one of the men, while two others waited their turn. Once they'd cum, it was next man up, and the one that just finished would rest and hydrate. When it was their turn again, they'd fuck the other slut in the room. With them being young, world class athletes in top physical condition, and each of them popping two Viagra pills at the start, they were more machine than men. Their stamina was incredible, while the ability to recharge and reload their huge balls was beyond belief.

There were just the four of them, but they each fucked Christina and Brandi twice. And to completion; with huge, voluminous cumshots that filled their cunts. It was like they were bulls, born to breed, and they'd been turned loose on a herd of two. The first time through the order, they only fucked their pussies, consumed by the fact that they were allowed to fuck them bareback. But it came as no surprise that starting the second round, it became an anal ream-fest. Black men loved anal, and they took it like they owned it. The kind of did, having paid handsomely for the night with the two slutty babes.

They let the girls have a thirty minute break in between the two rounds, giving them a chance to hydrate and actually have a light bite to eat. It gave them a chance to visit, but Brandi shied away from acknowledging she knew who they were. Well, she only knew of one of them, but she knew their profession. Unlike her working with players in the offseason in a physical fitness setting where she knew what they did going in, it seemed one of the biggest tenants of being a successful escort was to show discretion when it came to interacting with someone that would qualify as a celebrity of some sort.

Once things started up again, the guys honed in on their asses like there was some kind of laser sight involved. And much to their astonishment, Christina implored them to cum in her pussy when they were ready to go off. It went against everything the league taught new and veteran players when it came to sexual encounters with strangers. Use protection and protect your money. But they'd already all nutted in them once, and they look in her emerald eyes spoke of a professional whore that was trying to enjoy the experience as much as they were. It seemed legit when they'd pull out and ram into her cunt, fucking her until they came, because she came with them every time... she'd been playing with her clit, trying to time her orgasm with there's. They knew they weren't fake, feeling her cream on their cocks. That she was so good at that precise timing over and over convinced them she was an experienced escort.

Brandi, on the other hand, wanted them to cum in her ass. That added to the security they felt in the women. They were into it as much as the men, and it showed in their enthusiasm and effort. They were giving almost as much as they were getting, raising their game to match the athletic prowess of the specimens that were using them.

It was somewhere around four in the morning that Christina was taken for a walk. She was at the foot of the bed, her knees on the edge of the mattress. Her ass was high in the air, her chest pressed into the comforter, her head facing Brandi on the other bed. That had the closely shaved right side of her head, with the green butterfly buzzed into the blonde locks facing up. The guy plowing into her ass kept looking back and forth between that butterfly and the one on her back.

He'd heard Brandi say during the intermission that her partner in sluttiness was a true Queen of spades, and had illuminated markings in her tattoo to prove it. She even had a second one that was invisible in most lighting. Driven by that thought, he wanted to see the proof for himself.

He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her upright. He pulled her all the way up until her back was against his massive chest. Then he reached under her thighs and lifted her, still skewered in the ass by his cartoonishly huge black cock.

"Where you going, man?" one of his teammates laughed as he carried her toward the door.

"Gotta see it for myself."

"See what?"

"Her Queen of spades tats."

"Bro, you can't tell she's a Queen from the way she's been fucking us the last three hours?"

"Can't help it. I wanna see."

She was carried out of the room and fuck-walked down the hallway. She was giggling as he spread her thighs wide while humping into her ass. The next thing she knew, they were getting into an elevator and she was pressing the button for the main floor. He put her down, and she bent over and held the railing so he could fuck her harder. When the bell dinged, he picked her up again, carrying her out into the lobby. He made his way to the edge of the casino, the place still humming. It wasn't crowded, but there were people there gambling... mostly slots. He took her just inside, the blacklights that illuminated part of the premises to create a soft mood making her tattoos come alive.

He found a mirror and set her on her feet in front of it. She knew people were watching, but there was nothing she could do. There was nothing she wanted to do. She was his paid for plaything; his living, breathing sex toy, and she'd never felt more alive. Part of it was the heroin pumping hard through her rapidly beating heart, the thrill of being used in public by such an amazing representation of the male gender being so exhilarating that she was close to cumming.

He could see the ornate tattoo light up above her pussy in the reflection. She saw his wicked grin, and it made her proud.

"You really are into black dick," he chuckled.

"I'm into you, baby," she purred.

Bending for him at the waist, he got a good look at the markings that had been hidden in the butterfly, like her secret was being exposed to the world for the first time. She felt much like a butterfly shedding a cocoon, finally able to spread her wings.

He picked her up again, and she put her hands behind his neck, jutting her huge breasts out to lead the way. They passed people in the lobby, the shocked looks and gasps making her squeal in delight. She was on display with a God of a man, using her ass for his own personal pleasure. She paused at the elevators, drinking in their blurry image in the silver doors. Somehow it was even more erotic to her than the clearer reflection that was in that mirror. Pressing the call button, a door opened immediately, and he took them inside.

When they got to his floor, that's where she was; on her hands and knees, letting him fuck her doggystyle. He was on his feet, driving his cock down into her ass, which was once again high in the air.

"Damn your ass is built to fuck!" he complimented.

"Anywhere you want to fuck it, baby," she moaned in response.

"You mean that Venus?"

"You just fucked me in public in a casino. You bought it. You can use it however you want... wherever you want."

"More like I'm renting it... and I'm co-renting at that."

"However you want to look at it, you're the one owning it at the moment."

"Where should I take a whore in Vegas?" he laughed

"Where everyone else in Vegas goes. Gambling."

"You just said yourself I just had you in a casino. You're saying you want to go down there again?"

"Sorta. How about we play a game of anal roulette?"

"Ha! What the hell is that?"

She reached up and hit the button to finally close the door, as he'd pressed the one to hold it open when they arrived. They were on the thirty-third floor, and she started pressing every button on the way down to the lobby, from thirty-two to L.

"Place your wager. You have to tell me what floor you're going to cum inside my pussy... and remember, you have to pull out and cum in my pussy."

The elevator started down, and it stopped and opened on every single floor. He kept fucking her, never bothering to hit the button to close it. He let it open and close naturally. He'd selected floor twenty-seven in her wicked game, thinking he'd be able to hopefully time it on the way back up. It was going to be a problem because of the time it was taking and the way she was bucking back into him.

Even though it was after 4:00 AM, it was a casino hotel. In Las Vegas. People were up all hours of the day and night based on their own personal vices. That could have meant an early morning breakfast in one of the attached restaurants, a chair at a poker table or slot machine, or a high-paid escort with a newfound penchant for exhibitionism.

On the way down, they encountered people on three different floors. Two men, and a couple that wanted to go to the main floor. The men smiled and watched until the door closed. The woman of the couple on the sixth floor gasped, while the man took full advantage of the situation and unzipped. They didn't get to see what transpired as the door closed, although Christina really wasn't paying attention anyway. Her head was turned to the side again, her neck bent slightly so she could look back at the incredible man buried deep in her bowels.

She let them linger on the main floor for a bit, hitting the button to keep the door open. He laughed and called a penalty for delay of game. That quip was lost on her, but she retorted with how it was a slut's obligation to put herself on display to show off the power and domination of her man.

"I'm not your man, Venus."

"You could be. They don't know that."

"God damn you're kinky!"

"I'd say you're paying me to be, but I'd probably let you do this to me even if you weren't," she winked.

She made him fuck her there for a solid three minutes, then she closed the door and pushed every button on the way up to their floor. When they reached the sixth, they were greeted by the couple that had witnessed them going the other direction. The man had pulled down the woman's shorts, her top and bra pushed over her heavy breasts. They were swinging violently as she was fucked from behind, her hands on the edge of a decorative table on the other side of the alcove across from the elevators.

Christina turned to look, she and the woman locking eyes. Both of them were in that dreamy state of ecstasy, although Christina's was partially chemically induced. The brunette took the pounding her partner was giving her, and just as the door was about to shut, she mouthed, "Thank you."

They encountered one more hotel guest, on the fifteenth floor. Christina smiled and gave a little wave of her fingers. She started playing with her pussy soon after that, which made her ass clench tighter around his shaft as she neared her orgasm. That had him growling and calling her a nasty bitch, knowing he wasn't going to last to his pick.

Pulling out, he rammed into her cunt, fucking hard until he came six floors short of his goal. She came with him, her body shaking as she let loose a flood, squirting all over the floor of the elevator. He pulled out and watched in admiration.

Helping her to her feet, he actually hugged and kissed her. "I'm going to remember that for a long time, Venus."

"Mmm... me too," she cooed as she nibbled at his lower lip.

"I can't believe you made me lose the bet though."

"Sweetie, you should've known not to gamble in Las Vegas to begin with. The house whore always wins."

They walked back to the room, where she had two more men to fuck. She climbed right up on the bed she'd been using and took on her next hard cock. Her playmate needed to replenish some fluids and rest if he were going to be able to end his night with Brandi. He did, but without the sexual gymnastics or walking tour of the motel. She didn't seem to mind, even if their night lasted much longer than she'd expected it to.

They left the room just after six, the time their actual appointment was scheduled for. True to what Brandi had said, the two men that would have been next in line if there had been a round three were hard and ready to go when time expired, the Viagra they'd taken doing the job and then some.

As Christina slumped against the wall of the elevator, Brandi said, "I wonder if the league considers Viagra a banned substance or not."

"What?"

"Did you know those guys are football players? They're with the Raiders."

"Oh... that league. Yeah, I knew it."

"You did? Did one of them tell you?"

"No. I recognized two of them."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Probably the same reason you didn't. It's not something we should be talking about in our line of business, especially if we expect them to be repeat customers."

"Our line of business. Listen to you."

"I've been in Vegas six days, B. I've been paid by someone to let them fuck me every one of them so far. This is who I am now."

"Are you serious about that?" she asked, shocked that she appeared to be.

"Absolutely. I just did something an hour or so ago that I never would have considered in my life, and I loved every frightening second of it. This experience has changed me. Not only can I not go back after being blacked, I'm hooked on hooking. I'm getting paid... to fuck. And now I'm getting paid pretty damn handsomely, I might add. Did you think I was kidding when I asked you about us getting a place together here in town?"

"Well, no... but I just wanted to make sure," she lied.

"Good, because I love it here. I'm having the best time of my life with you."

"It's just so incredible to hear you say that."

"Why, B? I'm literally naked, standing in an elevator that less than two hours ago I was being fucked in on my way to being taken to be fucked inside a casino! And by a professional football player, no less. You think he's not going to tell his teammates what he just did with me, or them with us? The Raiders are going to move here."

"I thought they were here."

"Nah. The stadium isn't ready. They have to play one more year in Oakland. Or somewhere in California. I think they're still working that out."

"Okay, but how does that... what were you saying?" she asked, totally confused.

"Think about it. Any side chicks they have are living in Oakland or San Francisco, and they're going to stay there. When the team actually does move here, if the players are smart, they aren't going to be messing with women that can look at them as a steady paycheck, either by getting pregnant, or causing them grief by claiming some domestic abuse issue or a rape to get that payoff. That happens to athletes all the time and you know it. But the smart ones are doing exactly what these guys just did; paying a professional whore for their silence, the security of the exchange, and to use us however they want as long as they're willing to meet the price for what they want. It's no different than hiring a driver versus driving while intoxicated. Go ahead and have your fun, Mr. NFL, but don't put your career on the line for strange pussy. We, my dear friend, are an insurance policy. They fuck us, they stay safe... especially when they realize they can truly trust us."