THE GAME 
by Mafisto

(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)

Chapter 6 
[Fantasy Casting: Joey Lawrence as Joey, Chris O'Donnell as 
Chris, Marky Mark as Mark, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss as Ms. Dreyfuss]

"So, what do you think? Are we working for the Mafia or not?" 

Joey wiped the excess oil from his fingers with a greasy rag as he 
looked towards Chris's feet sticking out from under the van, 
awaiting an answer. Instead, the answer came from Mark, who was 
balancing a tire on a high-tech machine. 

"Well, for the Mafia, they sure spend a lot on equipment. I've never 
seen a repair shop that was so full of electronic gizmos. Most of 
this stuff, I didn't even know that it existed! It sure make
our work simpler, so I'm not complaining, as long as I get the 
paycheck." 

Chris rolled from under the van. He was holding a large wrench, 
which he exchanged for a smaller one in his toolbox. Before sliding 
back, he mentioned: "We'll see today. I heard the boss is bringng 
our first paycheck himself. I wonder what he looks like." 

Joey could not contain himself. "I don't get you guys! They bring us 
here in a van with no windows, so we don't even know where we are; 
they keep us prisoners here all week..."

"I would not go that far..." interrupted Mark. "I'm sure if there 
was an emergency or something, they would drive us back. Plus, we 
can use the phone, and we have TV's in our rooms with 150 channels, 
and we have access to a gym. I don't call that being a prisoner." 

Joey sat on the worktable, and threw the rag beside him. "Not being 
able to go out IS being a prisoner, and..." 

 "So we meet again," interrupted a confident female voice. "How 
nice..." Joey and Mark turned towards the door frame. A short woman 
with long black hair had just entered the room, dressed in bla
 business clothes, and holding envelopes. Chris rolled from under 
the car, as he also had recognized the voice. It was the voice of 
Ms. Dreyfuss, a woman who had her car repaired at their former
hop about a month ago, and whose bill they had salted and peppered in 
abundance. When she complained, they had refused to give her car 
back. She was in urgent need of it, and so she had paid. But
not before warning them that they would regret it...

"Are you... I mean," stuttered Mark, "are you our boss?" She walked 
toward them, smiling. She stopped at Chris's feet, handing them 
their paychecks envelopes

"Yes," she said arrogantly. "I own your asses." 

"Well, you're gonna answer a few questions," said Joey, snatching 
his envelope from her hands. "First of all, where are we? Who are we 
working for?"

"You know very well that under your contract, you are not to ask any 
questions..." she said. She laughed. "You only need to know that 
you're working for me.

"Well, I quit," said Joey. He walked towards the door. "I'm not 
working for you. I hate this place anyway." 

"Look at your paycheck," she asked. 

Joey stopped. "I don't care..." he started to say, but stopped when 
he saw the amount. "There must be a mistake." 

"There... isn't," she said, smiling, dragging her words. 

"Then what's the catch?" asked Chris. "This is a check for $5,000. 
That's twenty times as much as what we usually earn." 

"I'm not complaining," said Mark. "Thank you boss!" He saluted her, 
smiling. 

"The catch is..." She was dragging her words again. "...We need your 
full cooperation. This is the easiest way to obtain it." 

"And if we refuse?" asked Joey, defiantly. She walked towards him, 
her eyes locked on his. "We have other means to obtain what we want. 
They can be nasty. You don't really want to know about the
 do you, Mr. Robert Hays?"

Joey started at the name. She knew his real identity! Damn witness 
protection program. The law could not protect him. He had testified 
against the fucking mob, for God's sake! How could he be so 
naive: these people were good.

"I take your silence for a no, then." She looked triumphant. She 
walked towards the work table and sat on it, as a queen on her 
throne. "Now, let's start with a few changes. First of all, the 
dress code. I don't like your uniforms, so take them off." 

"What? You mean work in our underwear?" asked Chris. "What are you, 
some kind of pervert? Is that what we're paid for, to be your little 
showboys?"

"It's a start," she laughed. "Now, don't discuss my commands, obey 
them, silently."

The men dared not oppose her. Joey had his will crushed, and the two 
others were afraid of what the woman could do to them. So what if 
they played gigolo, the pay was good. They unzipped their overalls, 
and threw them in a pile under the work table. None of them wore 
T-shirts, all of them wore work boots and gray wool socks. Mark was 
wearing white tight Calvin Klein drawers which did not leave much to 
 the imagination; his chest was smooth and athletic. Chris had gray 
sweatshorts, and his body had more of a swimmer's built. Joey's body 
was covered with soft, blond hair; he wore black jockeys. They 
laughed nervously as they went back to work, under Ms. Dreyfuss's 
close scrutiny. They felt uneasy, and powerless. They were also a 
bit fearful of the next "commands". For surely, she had other things 
in mind...

 Ms. Dreyfuss enjoyed the view from her throne. She watched them, 
hard at work, their bodies dirty with grease. She gazed at their 
bare muscles, contracting and expanding in the natural course of
their work. She stared at their crotches, which with every move and 
stretch, gave hints as to the shape of what was hidden from her 
view. They finished their work for the day, and cleaned the wo
shop, all the while being watched by Ms. Dreyfuss. They were about 
to get to their clothes when she interrupted: "No, no, no, you guys. 
No way. Your day has just started. Now, you'll be really be
earning your paycheck." They stood there, speechless. 

"What else?" finally asked Chris. "We've finished the work here, 
they'll only bring the other vans tomorrow." 

"Well, I'm not satisfied with your work," she said mockingly. "You 
do want your boss to be satisfied, don't you?" 

Silence.

"Don't you?" she repeated, with some authority. "Answer me."

"I guess..." trailed Chris. "What do we have to do?"

 "The three of you will stand before me. With the price I am paying 
for your services, I expect to conduct a full inspection of what I 
am buying, which is your bodies, in fact."

"No way," said Joey. "I was expecting something like that. Working 
in our underwear is one thing, but letting you 'inspect' our 
privates is another. You can't buy that."

"Same for me," said Chris. 

"I don't mind," said Mark. "You're the boss." 

"Well, both of you should imitate Mark," she said to Joey and Chris. 
"He has the right attitude. I have access to a lot of resources here 
to help me get what I want, but I much rather like to get 
 from you willingly... or at least with your minds clear." 

Chris shuddered at her words. He and Joey were playing tough, but 
they were terrified of her, and most importantly, the organization 
behind her, be it the Mafia or something else. "All right," said 
Joey, "I'll play the game. For now." 

Chris simply nodded. Ms. Dreyfuss jumped down from the table, and 
approached Joey and Chris. She cupped their genitals through their 
underwear with each hand, looking at Joey straight in the eye
 He lowered his gaze. She had won. For now. She fondled their 
packages from outside, then inserted her hands into their drawers, 
feeling their pubic hair, and working down to their cocks. 
"But I think you like that. You're both a bit hard. Let me see if I 
can improve that." 

She gave a look at Mark, whose hard dick struggled to come out of 
his tights. "For God's sake, Mark, take it out." He instantly freed 
his dick, sliding his undies halfway down. She was impressed
by its size; and Mark, stroking it without further demand, managed 
to make it even bigger. She felt some pre-cum oozing from Chris's 
cock. She rubbed it on the tip of her finger, took it out, and
tasted it, looking at him straight in the face. He dared not look at 
her, ashamed at his arousal. She took out her other hand from Joey's 
briefs, grabbed Chris's sweats with both hands, and pulle
them down, without ever looking away from his face. Only then did 
she look at his swollen member, glistening with pre-cum. Her hands 
cupped each of his butt-cheeks, and she turned towards Mark. 
Mark, why don't you do the same to Joey? He needs a little 
attention..." 

"What?" said Joey, alarmed. "He's not touching my cock."

Mark was already near him. "You heard her," he said rudely.

"You're not touching my cock, Mark, this has gone far enough. What's 
wrong with you? Are you gay or something? You seem to enjoy this." 

"I don't think I'm gay or anything, it's just that I like carrying 
out orders from gorgeous ladies. It arouses me. This is just like one 
of my fantasies

"Well, it's not one of mine," Joey said, pushing him. "Go away." 

Mark grabbed Joey's shoulders, and forced a kiss on him. Joey tried 
to pull away, but Mark's grip was strong. He suddenly snatched 
Joey's briefs and tore them off in one easy move. Joey's cock ha
 returned to a soft state, but it was beefy even then. Both men 
struggled together for a while, as Ms. Dreyfuss sucked Chris, eyeing 
them, one hand on Chris's ass, the other stroking her pussy. 
Chris had closed his eyes, and groaned from time to time. Mark 
finally pinned down Joey on the floor, panting. He had torn off his 
own underwear, which was getting in the way of the fight. Both men
were thus naked save for their boots and socks. Joey offered no more 
resistance as Mark went down on his cock, and engulfed it. Joey 
struggled to stay indifferent, but when his cock came out of Mark's 
mouth temporarily, it was hard as rock. "OK, now," said Ms. 
Dreyfuss, as she got back on her feet. Mark and Joey got back to 
their feet too. The three men were now facing her, completely 
nude except for their work boots which made them even more virile. 
Their hard cocks pointed towards her.  

"Let's finish your training for today with a bang. Joey, get on your 
knees." Joey, crushed, obeyed without protest this time. "Now, 
Chris, you will kneel behind Joey, and Mark before him." She waited 
until they took their positions, then she approached Joey, opened 
his mouth, and filled it with Mark's cock. "Suck on this!" she 
ordered. Joey slowly started to suck with empty eyes. She then went 
to Joey's ass, spit on her fingers, and prepared it, gradually 
inserting her fingers til his anus was completely loosened. She then 
inserted Chris's dick in it, and said: "Fuck him!" before returning 
to her throne. She masturbated, watching them clumsily play out her 
fantasies.  As it went along, they got better at it. She had more 
than a few orgasms, watching those three virile men at each other, 
and even more pleasure at watching Joey being fucked by a friend, 
while sucking another.

"Mark," suddenly exclaimed Joey, letting go of Mark's cock with a 
jerk. "You could have warned me. I swallowed it." Some of Mark's cum 
was oozing out of Joey's mouth. Meanwhile, Chris covered Joey's back 
with hot cum, spurt after spurt. 

"Well, now to the showers, my boys," said Ms. Dreyfuss. "The van 
will leave in an hour. Have a good weekend, and see you on Monday." 
She strutted out of the room.