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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 15 : Camera Candida : 

SECTION 6 OF 9 : Swizzle Stick

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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Anuja lifted the glass to her lips, sipped the drink, took an ice-cube
in her mouth and then, setting the glass on the counter, bent forward
and slipped her lips around the man's thick penis.

"Oh fuck yes!" the man gasped, his belly sucking sharply inwards, his
head snapping up, his mouth jerking open. "Oh yes! C'mon ... suck it,
you whoring bitch! Take it!"

Anuja loved it when they talked dirty to her. It turned her and made
her feel like the whore she was, not the *memsahib* she was forced to
be. The man's uncircumcised cock was satisfyingly large, at least nine
inches long and correspondingly thick, with a bulging cock-head and
heavy, low balls. She cupped his balls now, squeezing tenderly as she
took his cock deeper in her mouth, deftly swirling her tongue and the
slowly melting ice-cube around his cock-head. The sensation was
exquisite, and overpowering. The man groaned desperately as the heat
surged in his loins, clamouring for release. Anuja moaned deep in her
throat and sucked harder.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck uh yeh oh yes baby yes! Suck it! Suck it good,
bitch! Suck it! Suck my cock, you frigging whore! Suck it harder!
Ahhhhhhh yes ... that's it ... ohhh fuck that's good ... yeh ... c'mon
... do it again ... here's some more ice!"

The man's name was Tony and he was a barman at the hotel. Anuja
noticed him one afternoon as she swam lazily around the pool,
attending the sunken bar in the pool. She noticed his eyes following
her and played up to him, floating on her back so that he had an
unobstructed view of her breasts swelling through the microscopic
strips of the bikini bra, and of her crotch, mostly exposed under the
tight, sharply cut bikini panties that barely covered her mons. She
waited till he was alone at the bar, without any guests on the
submerged barstools and his assistant taking a break. Then she drifted
over to the bar and pulled herself up onto a stool. 

"Yes, ma'am, what can I do for you?" he smiled.

Quite a lot, I hope, she thought to herself. Fuck me. For starters. He
really was very dishy. He had a clean-shaven, handsome face, dark and
tanned and his body, under the casual tunic of the beach resort,
looked solid and muscular. His shoulders were brought, his chest deep
and wide, his belly hard and flat. His torso was V-shaped and his
waist was high and narrow. He wore a patterned short-sleeved shirt and
long shorts. She noticed how sturdy his legs were. There was a plastic
name-tag on his breast pocket and she read his name with a quick flick
of her eyes. She smiled prettily at him.

"Something to drink. Long, tall, lots of ice."

"A cocktail?"

"No, something soft."

"All right, give me a minute. I've got just the thing for you." 

I bet you do, she thought. "I hope it's without alcohol."

"In its original form, no. But I've got a substitute. Tell you what,
I'll mix you both and you decide."

"Fine."

She watched as he busied himself with bottles and glasses and ice and
a shaker and a mixer. He poured out two gorgeous looking drinks into
tall glasses with plenty of crushed ice and superbly garnished with a
cherry each and a twist of orange rind. The drinks were a delicate
green, fresh and summery.

"Which is which?" she asked. 

"You tell me," he said, his eyes twinkling, his bright, even teeth
flashing. "Let's see if you can guess right."

She sipped one drink. It was delicious, just the right blend of
sweetness and a tangy sour-lemon flavour, with a delicate aroma and a
gentle fruity aftertaste. 

"Now the other." He pushed the second glass across the table.

She sipped it and frowned. She couldn't tell which had alcohol.
Perhaps both. Perhaps neither. She sipped each again. Tony laughed
softly.

"This one's better," she said, sipping from one of the drinks through
a bent straw, swirling the umbrella swizzle stick. "The other one has
alcohol."

Tony laughed. "Sorry, ma'am. It's the other way around. That one has
the alcohol, the other's got fruit juice."

Anuja lifted her eyes in surprise. She had no palate for alcohol. 

"This is excellent," she said. "I've never tasted such a wonderful
drink."

"Thank you, ma'am," he murmured.

"You're a genius, Tony!"

"I like this work. Don't often get it."

She looked at him with the straw in her pursed lips, her head bent,
her eyes raised, flashing merrily. 

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's not a permanent job. Seasonal. I get called during summer. The
other times they have a professional barman."

"You're pretty professional."

"The hotel doesn't think so."

"Idiots."

"My thoughts precisely."

"So what do you when you're not doing this?" 

She plucked a cherry from the drink and held it, impaled on its little
stem, between her lips, ran her tongue around its smooth, silky
contours. It was an unmistakably wanton, lascivious gesture and he
didn't miss it, though his expression didn't change. She waited for
his answer, watching him watch her, and whipped the cherry rapidly
with her pointed tongue, then slowly sucked it into her mouth and
rolled it around over and under her tongue. His eyes were rivetted on
her. She was gorgeous, perfect, irresistible. Her breasts were full
and generous and he longed to hold them, cup them, fondle them. Her
mouth! What he would give to fuck that lovely, full-lipped mouth, to
bury his nine-inch cock in its wet warmth! And her body, with those
flared hips and her flat belly ... and what a face she had, sensual,
earthy, the kind that would grow radiant with passion and pleasure
when a man fucked her. Her skin was lovely, too, smooth and golden,
flecked with sexy little marks; he could even see one between her
breasts. 

"Hey, Tony!" she snapped her fingers and grinned. "What're you
dreaming of?"

You, babe, he wanted to say. It's you. Since the day you walked in
with that husband we all know won't fuck a dame except with his eyes
and his frigging cameras. It's you I've dreamed of, morning, noon and
night and when the other guys tell me what they've done with you,
fuck, I could scream! Why haven't you called for me yet? I'm better
than the lot of them! I have to be, damn it! I'm the professional
gigolo on these beaches! Not them! Me!

"Sorry, ma'am," he said. "Sort of got lost."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"I'm sorry?"

"I asked what you do when you're not mixing heavenly drinks."

"Oh, um, well, nothing fixed really. Odd jobs, mostly. Sometimes
someone wants a roof re-tiled, or a drain fixed, or something. Things
like that."

"A handyman, then."

"If you like." And very handy with hot broads like you, if only you'd
ask. "Though the best is this or working with tourists on the
beaches."

"What work is that?"

"I show them around, take them to the various spots." Where I fuck
them, because they're all randy women. 

"Sounds like a relaxed life."

"It has its advantages." The fucking's great and the money's good,
too.

She sipped her drink, drained it. 

"Another?"

"Mm. Yes, all right. Can you spike this one?"

"Certainly."

He added a soupcon of liquor to the second drink and returned it to
her. The glass rim was frosted with sugar. She dragged her tongue
slowly around it, repeated the action with the cherry.

"Tony, tell me another thing."

"Ma'am?"

"Are you good to fuck?" 

"Excuse me?" He looked at her startled. Her tone had been utterly
casual and conversational, with no reflection of the shocking content
of her words.

She looked him straight in the eye, her eyes glinting with
anticipation, hunching her shoulders slightly so that her breasts
squeezed together and bulged in her bikini top.

"Are you good to fuck?" she repeated. "You know. Do you have a nice
big cock, do you like fucking women, that sort of thing?"

He stared at her dumbfounded. "Ma'am ... I ... you ... I mean ..."

"Oh come off it, Tony," she said. "Look, everyone in this hotel knows
what's going on. I've been fucking the entire male staff, pretty
nearly, and it can't be that much of a secret any longer. Word must
have got around by now. Don't tell me it hasn't."

He grinned slowly. "Yeah," he said. "It has. And yeah, I'm good to
fuck. That's what they tell me. Yeah, I've got a big cock. And of
course I like fucking women. Who doesn't?"

"One guess."

He looked at her and wrinkled his face in disapproval. "Yes, I know.
It's always like this. He's weird. He gets these great broads and
doesn't do anything with them."

"That's not fully accurate."

"Yes, well, all right. He doesn't fuck them. That's what I meant.
They're broads to die for and all he does is watch and go click-click
with that fucking camera."

"Camera. Plural. He has several."

"Yeah."

"Have you fucked any of his whores before?"

"Once or twice."

"Any good?"

He waggled his palm, fingers open. "One was okay. Looked great, but
too cold in bed for my liking. The others were good. Very good. Hot
stuff. He's never stayed with one for as long as he has with you,
though."

"I married him. The others didn't. That's the difference."

"You could leave him."

"No. I like it like this."

"Come on."

"No really. Think about it. This is fine. I like good fucking, and I
get it. He likes watching good fucking, and he gets that, too.
Everyone's happy."

"A marriage made in heaven," Tony said with heavy sarcasm.

Anuja laughed cheerfully. "Well, not quite that high. But it'll do.
For me, at any rate. So. Just how good are you with a woman?"

"One way to find out."

"True."

"When?"

"Tonight."

"I'll come to your room."

"No. I'm bored with that. No. Here."

"The pool closes at night."

"We'll open it."

"The security guys will be prowling around."

"I'll have them stay off. I'm fucking the head honcho earlier. He'll
do what I want."

Tony grinned. "You're incredible, ma'am."

"Stop calling me that."

"What shall I call you then?"

"Whore. Bitch. Slut. Something sexy like that. And, if you need to use
it, my name's ..."

"I know your name."

"Good."

"What time do we meet?"

"After midnight. When the moon's up."

"The moon won't be the only thing up."

"I should hope not."

"Anything special you like?"

"What?" Anuja looked at him puzzled.

"Is there any special kind of fucking you like?"

She stared at him for a minute and then burst out laughing. "Tony, why
didn't you say so?"

"What?"

"You're a gigolo! That's it! All that talk of tourists and spots is
all rubbish. You just fuck them! You are a gigolo, aren't you?"

Tony grinned cheerfully. "Yeah. I am. Makes decent money."

"I'm sure it must do," she laughed cheerfully. "Well, my darling
gigolo, you can do just about what you like with me. I have no special
likes or dislikes. So long as you fuck me, that's fine."

"You like butt-fucks, they say."

"They say rightly. I love butt-fucks."

"Good. I like shoving my rod into a nice, hot, tight ass."

"Do it tonight then."

"Be hot for me."

She paused as she turned on the barstool. "Tony, my friend. I'm always
hot. Always."

"Good. So am I."

She laughed and sank back into the water. "Looks like there's going to
an atomic explosion tonight, then!"

He laughed and lifted his hand, waving farewell. She swam away and he
watched her climb out of the pool and move to her deck chair, her hips
swaying, her breasts bouncing cheerfully. Several employees looked at
her and grinned. She ignored them, grabbed her towel and began to dry
her long hair. She bent over, and the hotel staff who were behind her
had an unobstructed view of her buttocks and cunt-lips, while the ones
to the side and in front could see her full breasts swinging
pendulous, almost falling out of the tiny bikini bra cups. Anuja was
the hottest thing the hotel had seen, and a fair number of its
employees were seeing her at extremely close quarters indeed. 

Tony watched her walk away to the hotel building and her suite and
grinned to himself. She would be a terrific fuck. The gigolo business
was slack at the moment, and he was in the mood for a good, hard fuck
with a luscious broad like her. He glanced at his watch, an expensive
gift from a particularly horny Gujarati housewife he had fucked
relentlessly for several nights while her husband sat through endless
boring seminars at a motor-parts salesmen's convention in the hotel.
That woman had also been wonderful, and well pleased with his
services. Not too long, he reflected. 

"Got a date, chum?"

"What?" Tony looked around.

His co-worker at the bar had hopped in and seen him watching Anuja.
The man was a handsome youth and, Tony had heard, a recent entrant in
the gigolo trade, his competitor. He grinned at Tony and clapped him
on the back.

"She's hot, man. Real hot."

"You've fucked her?"

"Yes. Two nights ago."

Tony felt a twinge of jealousy. Then it passed. These things happened.
An occupational hazard, at best.

"Good?"

"Good? Fuck, she's incredible, boss! You wouldn't want to give up your
place would you?"

Tony laughed. "You crazy?"

"For that kind of fucking, yeah."

"That good, huh?"

"Unbelievable, boss. The best yet."

"We'll see."

He turned and began rinsing glasses in the sink, humming to himself.
The other man, Lewis checked the beer kegs.

"Lew?"

"Yeah."

"What's she really like?"

Lewis grinned and looked up. "Tony, I swear it, you can't imagine.
She's everything guys like us dream of. Soft, warm, wet, ready for
anything. She sucks cock like a demon and her cunt is like fire. You
fucking think you're going to burn out. And then, when she takes it in
the ass, man -- if there's a heaven, it's got to have that dame in
it!"

--------- END OF SECTION 6 OF 9 --------------

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