Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 11 Poker Party

 

     “Good, you’re on time.  We’re just getting started,” said Mike pulling Stacy into the entranceway and kissing her.  He smelled of cigars and scotch.  Without hesitating, Stacy wrapped her arms around Mike’s shoulders and returned his kiss.  Nor did she shy way when Mike’s hands moved down to her butt pulling her against his sex.      

      Play along Stacy told herself.  Don’t resist or mouth off.  All it will get you is another beating or a crushed nipple, maybe both.  Follow Mother Portia’s advice.  Mike Cabreeze is a dangerous psychopath.  Let him bring out your inner slut.

      Portia had been very direct about the challenge facing Stacy.  “Your survival depends on you forgetting everything your parents drummed into you about sexual morality.  From now on, think of yourself as a cock crazed whore like me.  Someone who never met a dick they didn’t want to suck or a pussy they weren’t dying to lick.”

     “How did you become that way,” asked Stacy.  “You’re brilliant. Everyone says you’re a genius.”

     “Genius doesn’t buy you shit where I grew up.  I’ve been a total whore since I was twelve and my sister’s girl gang raped me for two days straight,” said Portia.

     “Your own sister raped you,” said a surprised Stacy.  “Where is she now?”

     “In Iraq, working as an interrogator at a prison called Abu Ghraib.  She’s a Marine,’ said Portia.

     “They raped you for two days?” questioned Stacy.

     “Yes, Celia decided she would either take my cherry or some male gang banger would do the honors.  She opened me up with a strap on they used to initiate new members.  It was ten inches long, five inches in diameter at the widest part and covered with raised nodules.  It hurt like hell,” said  

     “It must have,” said Stacy.

     “This won’t be near as bad,” said Portia buckling the strap on around her waist and thighs.  “Just relax and focus on how good it feels in your pussy.  After you learn to climax with it in your twat, I’ll do the same for your asshole.”

     “Whatever you say, Portia,” said Stacy spreading he legs wider.

     “I know you can handle it,” said Portia positioning the faux cock head at Stacy’s opening.

     Lessons learned from the time spent in Mike’s Crown Vic made Stacy determined to succeed.  “I’ll do whatever he wants.  That night, I sucked off two men and consumed a full bladder of pee.  And to be honest, it turned me on.  I know now I’m not a shy near virgin who doesn’t know how to handle a cock and whatever comes out f it.”

     “Good, any woman can become a whore and a slut if she sets her mind to it.  Learn to relax and enjoy sex of all flavors.  Remember it’s as much mental as physical,” said Portia when she kissed Stacy goodbye a half hour before she left for the card game.  “And by the way, you look hot as hell.  If you didn’t have to go, I’d stick my head up your skirt and eat your pussy till the sun comes up.  Mike and his poker pals will go nuts over you.  Face up to the reality your three orifices are going to service a lot of cock tonight.  Use your looks and brains to get through it.”

      “Again,” said Stacy after Mike broke the kiss.  Stacy molded her body against his as she intertwined her tongue with Mike’s. Wanting to prove her willingness, she dropped her arm to Mike’s waist holding him tight as she rubbed her sex against the bulge in his trousers.   The sensation of feeling his manhood press against her pubic mound created a spark that traveled from her crotch to her brain and back.

     “Well, I’m glad to see you’ve wised up.  Stay that way and we’ll have some fun and nobody will get hurt.  Here, let me look at you,” said Mike.  He stepped back to study her appearance. 

      “Well, what do you think,” asked Stacy impatient for an answer. With Portia’s help, she’d spent hours getting ready.

      “The hair’s definitely an improvement.  Where did you get it styled?”

      “Delia, in Harvard Square,” said Stacy.

      “Next time, go to Anton’s on Newbury Street.  Ask for Mitch.  Tell him you’re a friend of Mike Cabreeze or you won’t get in.  He’s the best in Boston and impossible to schedule unless you know somebody,” said Mike.

      “I will.  Anything else,” asked Stacy totally taken back Mike was sending her to a hair stylist he knew.

      “A little lighter shade of lipstick and nail polish would suit you better.  Turn around,” said Mike studying her intently.

      “What else,” asked Stacy unable to wait for his opinion?

     “What you’re wearing is okay for tonight when it’s just the posse.   But it’s not classy enough when we go out in public.  I can tell you made an effort.  That’s good but you need to work harder on being stylish,” said Mike.

     “Work harder how,” said Stacy.

     “Be more fashionable.  When you walk into a room I want every head to turn.  Other women should envy the way you look and dress.  Men should envy me for having you.”

     “I’ll work on it.  I promise.  This is all new to me,” said Stacy realizing Mike viewed her in the way her mother had told her was completely wrong.  “Never allow a man to treat you as an ornament. He should respect you for your mind and character,” was advice her Mom had often repeated.

     “Come, I’ll introduce you,” said Mike taking Stacy’s hand to lead her to the living room where a card table had been set up.  A thick cloud of cigar smoke hung in the air.

      Stacy suppressed a shudder, as she recalled making love with Mike on the beige sofa.  Sex with Mike had been a pivotal, life-changing event.  Her earlier disastrous attempts had caused her to leave sex out of her busy life.  Achieving orgasm became a quiet ritual that involved pulling a vibrating dildo out of a drawer along with a bottle of lubricant and getting herself off.  But Mike had changed all that. 

     She had sat on the sofa with Mike kneeling between her legs.  His tongue and fingers had created an erotic firestorm that swept over her.  She remembered twisting and pulling her nipples, bringing them to her mouth to suck.  Her Mike-induced orgasm had taught her just how good sex could be. The thought occurred to her one climax had changed everything.  

      “Everybody, listen up.  This is Stacy Todd,” said Mike taking Stacy’s hand raising it over her head and forcing her into an under arm turn to show off her figure.  Stacy felt exposed and vulnerable as the five men seated around the table eyed her.  Several muttered, “Hi, Stacy,” as they admired Stacy’s figure.  They had no reason to doubt that before the night was over, they would enjoy her body.

     Stacy’s sense of modesty was tested when she left the dorm dressed in a too tight and short black knit skirt, a matching scoop neck sweater which showed the tops of her breasts and a pair of ridiculous high heel scandals that made her feel she might at any moment pitch forward on her face. 

      “I can’t walk in these,” said Stacy when Portia had insisted she try them on.

      “Yes, you can.  They look great on you.  High heels cause your bottom to angle upward thereby subconsciously sending a message you’re available.  Besides, you have a great ass, Miss Todd.  And if things go like I expect, you’ll be more horizontal than vertical anyway.”

      “I never realized you could find such nice things at a thrift store,” said Stacy.

      “There’s no point in spending a lot since you won’t be wearing it very long and they’ll probably rip it off you,” said Portia as she helped Stacy shop in a used clothing store near campus.

      “I look like a tramp,” said Stacy later looking at herself in the mirror in the clothes they had picked out.  She felt scandalized the lace tops of her stay up hose showed when she sat down

      “True, but a very beautiful tramp.  Look the part and act the part. Learn to walk the walk and talk the talk.  And when it comes time, hold nothing back.  Fuck their brains out.  That’s how you’re going to get through this,” said Portia taking Stacy by the hand and gently squeezing it to reassure her.

      “What do you thing they’ll do?  I don’t even know how to play poker,” asked Stacy later when she was getting dressed and Portia was helping her with her hair and make-up.

      “I don’t think you’re invited for your card playing skills.  Mother Portia is going to give you some advice.  So listen up,” said Portia turning Stacy to face her.

      “All right,” said Stacy putting her hands on Portia’s shoulders.

      “You know damn well what they’re going to do.  And there’s not a thing you can do about it.  Some day, some how, we’ll figure how to get you out of this mess which isn’t your fault by the way.  But until we do, I want you to commit to making Mike Cabreeze believe you’ve seen the light and will do anything you can to make him happy.  That includes being his mistress, whore, whatever.  If he wants his piss drunk, look thirsty.  Yesterday while you were in class, I watched Stacy Does Cambridge again.  Somewhere inside Stacy Todd, shy recent near virgin, is a highly sexual persona waiting to be released.  You’ve got the face and body to make men and women do what you want.  Learn to use them.”

      “Thanks Portia. I’ll do my best.  You’re my rock,” said Stacy pulling the smaller girl in for a hug ending in a passionate kiss.

       Recalling Portia’s advice brought Stacy back to the need to stay alert and pay attention to what was happening.  Stacy listened carefully as Mike introduced his friends.

       “This is my partner, Lieutenant Lewis Connors, the pride of Boston’s South End but currently a resident of the People’s Republic of Cambridge,” said Mike introducing Stacy to the men seated around the poker table.

     “Lou, call me Lou,” said the burly blonde headed cop who Stacy immediately took to be a typical Boston Irishman.  Lou had a paunch and looked out of condition for a policeman.

     “That’s Sergeant Zack Montrose, he’s with Cambridge homicide,” said Mike moving around the table.  Zack was a lean spare type dressed in black and totally bald.  There was something cruel about his face that made Stacy want to cringe but she looked directly at him, smiled, and said, “Hi, Zack.”

     “Those two muscle-bound bastards are Brad and Bobby Epps.  They’re with Boston PD’s totally fucked up Vice Squad.  And you’ve already met Mark Wilson,” said Mike referring to the younger man seated at his right.  It had been Mark along with his female counterpart, Faye, who had arrested Stacy a week ago.  Seeing Mark reminded Stacy how she had come to be under Mike Cabreeze’s control.

     “Hello Stacy,” said Mark waving and looking slightly embarrassed.

     Stacy smiled and said hello as she repeated each name.  From somewhere, she’d recalled that repeating the person’s name when you were introduced helped to remember the name.

     The Epps brothers bore a close family resemblance except Brad had a long white scar traveling the length of his jaw.  Bobby, the elder, appeared younger.  Both were big men who obviously spent hours in the gym lifting free weights.  Their short sleeve shirts exposed their bulging biceps and triceps.

     “And this hot Latina is Adriana,” said Lou.  His arm was wrapped around the waist of an olive skinned girl wearing a skintight red dress that clearly showed she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thin clinging material displayed the contour of her prominent nipples and areola.

   You can even see her Montgomery glands thought Stacy recognizing the circle of bumps around the rim of the areola.  That’s the tightest dress I’ve ever seen.  Still, she’s very pretty and innocent looking.  The dress isn’t her idea.  It’s Lou’s.

    Adriana’s long black hair hung in curls down to her shoulders.  The too tight dress announced Adriana had a very good figure.  Stacy considered her a classic Latin beauty with a perfect mix of Spanish and Indian features.  The girl had a forced smile on her face as she stood with her arm draped over Lou’s shoulder.  Stacy sensed Adriana was not happy to be there.

     “Hola, Adriana,” said Stacy greeting Adriana in Spanish then asking if there were going to be any other females present.

    “You two are it,” said Mike surprising Stacy by showing he understood enough Spanish to answer the question. “You ladies go in the kitchen and make us some drinks.  And bring in the food,” said Mike.

      Stacy managed to stay focused enough to remember the drink requests of each of the six when she reached the kitchen.

      Four beers, bourbon neat, and scotch rocks,” said Stacy to Adriana looking at the counter where someone had assembled a small bar. 

     “I can’t do this,” said Adriana leaning against the counter and starting to cry.  “He made me wear this horrible dress.  I look like a prostitua.”

     “You look fine.  And for that matter I’m not exactly dressed for church,” said Stacy reaching into the refrigerator for the beer.

     “Do you know what they’re going to do with us tonight,” asked Adriana before all of a sudden throwing herself in Stacy’s arms?  Stacy held the much smaller girl trying to comfort her; conscious their thinly clothed bodies were pressed firmly together.

     “Not for certain, but I imagine we’re expected to have sex with them while they play cards,” said Stacy disengaging herself from Adriana to use the beer opener.

     “I am here with Lou,” said Adriana.  “He is the only one I will give myself to.”

     “Maybe in your case it’s true.  But Mike Cabreeze has already forced me to have sex with another policeman.  I don’t expect tonight to be any different.”

     “And you are willing to do that, become the whore? Spread your legs for anyone Mike Cabreeze say?” said Adriana dismissively as she pulled away from Stacy.

     “I don’t have a choice and neither do you if Lou expects you to have sex with his friends,” said Stacy filling a glass with ice then pouring it half full of Scotch before wiping a lemon peel around the edge of the glass.  She quickly half filled another glass with bourbon.

     “Lou caught my brother Rafael dealing.  He has to sell drugs.  It’s the only work he can find.  We spent all out money getting to America.  He knows my entire family is UA and he threatened to turn us into Immigration if I refused.”

     “I don’t understand. What is a UA?” asked Stacy tearing open a bag of potato chips and dumping them into a bowl.  She quickly emptied a bag of pretzels into another bowl.

     “We’re getting awful thirsty out here,” yelled Mike from the living room.

     “Coming, Mike,” yelled Stacy as she grabbed a stack of napkins and a bowl of pretzels and handed them to Adriana.  “Dry your eyes first.  Don’t let them see you’re upset.  We have to help each other get through this.”

     Stacy picked up the tray of drinks, fixed a smile on her face and headed to the living room with Adriana following carrying the snacks.  The air was even thicker with cigar smoke as Stacy correctly delivered each drink. When she handed the last of the drinks to Bobby Epps, his arm snaked around her waist holding her in place.  Lou pulled Adriana onto his lap and kissed her.  Hs hand rested on her bare thigh.

     “So, Michael, how does a Revere Wop get hold of a gorgeous girl like Stacy?” asked Bobby.

     “Not only is she gorgeous but Stacy’s got a lot going for her,” said Mike.  “Tell Bobby where you go to school.”

     “Harvard, I’m studying international relations and pre-law,” said Stacy forcing herself to relax against Bobby’s shoulder.

     “Most of the Harvard girls I see walking around campus are dogs,” said Lou.  “You’re as exception.”

     “Thank you,” said Stacy smiling at Lou.

     “Stacy is also on the US Olympic Women’s Skeet Shooting Team,” said Mike.

     “I hope to be.  Final tryouts are this summer,” said Stacy.

     “And in case any of you get fresh with her, I should warn you she is far better with a handgun than anyone here.  Her pistol scores at the Lexington Gun Club are totally awesome,” said Mike.

     Is there anything he doesn’t know about me wondered Stacy after Mike’s remark?  It was true.  Stacy’s performance on the club’s skeet range was superb but her skill with a nine millimeter semi-automatic was nothing short of phenomenal.

     “You should give me some pointers, Stacy.  I barely qualified the last two years on the range,” said Lou.

     “Love to, Lou,” said Stacy pressing her hip against Bobby as his arm slipped down to the top of her buttocks.

     “Your folks must have mega bucks.  Harvard tuition is off the charts,” said Brad. “Ellen and I will be looking at college in three more years for Suzanne and tuition costs are ridiculous.”

     “They can afford it.  Her parents are both doctors,” said Mike.  “They got a big mansion in Weston.”

     “What kind of doctors,” asked Zack?

     “My dad’s a heart surgeon and my mother is an allergist.  She has her own clinic.  It’s associated with Mass General.”

     “Christ, she’s too good for you, Mike.  Tell us Stacy how did you hook up with this sorry bastard?” asked Zack.

     “It was love and lust at first sight,” said Stacy looking Mike directly in the eye.  She felt pleased when Mike smiled at her.

     Maybe just maybe somehow I can get out of this thought Stacy.  Going to Harvard, having wealthy parents who are both doctors, and being a potential Olympian feeds his ego.  Portia is right.  I’m not just a whore to him.  I’m a trophy whore.  Now I need to use my body and my brains to survive and ultimately escape.  But somehow I don’t think it will be easy.

     “You girls hang out in the kitchen and get to know one another. We’ll call you when we need something,” said Mike dismissing them.

     “What do you mean by UA,” asked Stacy as soon as they reached the kitchen?  From the other room, Stacy could hear Mike telling the other card players how Stacy had sucked Roger Ebbers and him off outside her dorm room. 

     “Undocumented Alien, my brother, Rafael, was a student at the University of Tegucigalpa in Honduras.  He was active in student politics.  He wanted the government to expropriate land from the patrons for the landless peasants.  When the paramilitaries told us we could either leave the country or be murdered, my father paid this coyote $25,000 to smuggle us into this country,” said Adriana starting to cry.  “But once we were over the border, the coyote and his men robbed us.  They took everything.  We had nothing when we arrived.”

     “That’s terrible,” said Stacy putting her arm around the girl to comfort her.

     “They raped me and my mother.  They made my father and brother watch.  I was a virgin.  There were four of them.  They all took me and Mama. Then they urinate on us and left us tied up.  Fortunately, I was able to get free,” said Adriana beginning to really sob.

     Stacy stepped back and put her hands on Adriana’s shoulders to face her.  “Listen to me.  Those are very serious and dangerous men in the other room.  As bad as the rape was, you’re going to have to put it aside for now,” said Stacy.  “Tonight you need to stay focused and keep them from hurting you and me.  These men don’t care about anything but their own desires.”

     “Why are you here,” asked Adriana?        

      “I was caught shop lifting. But I’m not a thief and I didn’t steal anything.  Someone slipped perfume in my shopping bag and they arrested me. Mike offered to let me go if I had sex with him.  After he screwed me right here in this apartment, he drugged me.”

     “Here,” asked Adriana looking around.

     “Yes, here.  While I was drugged, they made a video of me having sex with two men and another woman.  Mike threatened to send copies of the DVD to all my relatives and people who work with my parents. I have to do what Mike Cabreeze says,” said Stacy.

     “You had sex with another woman,” asked Adriana standing back looking thoroughly disgusted?

     “Yes, but I was drugged.  I can’t remember it,” said Stacy deciding to leave out her recent conscious and highly erotic experiences with Portia.

     “I would never have sex with another woman.  It is a horrible sin.  The sisters at the Convent of Saint Lucia said it was the worst mortal sin a woman could commit,” said Adriana as she crossed herself.

     “You were in a convent,” asked Stacy?

     “Yes and any novices who touch another between her legs were immediately sent away in disgrace.  It is an abomination to the Holy Mother to engage in such acts,” said Adriana crossing herself again.

     “You need to understand things are beyond our control.  They have power over us.  Men like to watch women having sex.  It arouses them.  It is likely they will make us perform together sexually,” said Stacy.

     “And you would perform such depraved, sinful acts?”

     “Yes, to escape a beating or worse.  They’re the police.  They can do what they want to us and expect to get away with it.  I’ve already had one beating.  That was enough.”

     “Then you are nothing but a whore, a puta.  I thought you were an educated woman,” said Adriana turning her back on Stacy.

     “Mike Cabreeze educated me with his fists and a pair of pliers.  They are likely to really hurt you if you don’t do what they want,” said Stacy as she poured herself a shot of tequila and quickly downed it.

     “I will make love with Lou only.  I promised my mother I would do that to save us from the immigration authorities.  But I will not allow anyone else to touch me,” said Adriana facing the wall and speaking in a quietly determined voice.

     “That’s not going to work, tonight,” said Stacy.

      Terrific, fucking terrific, more cock for me thought Stacy as she poured herself another shot of tequila.   Jesus Christ, she looks like a hot Latina.  Why can’t she fuck like one?

     Stacy got busy when she heard Mike call for another round.  Adriana didn’t move to help her. 

     “On the way,” shouted Stacy when the tray of drinks was ready.

     Adriana didn’t respond but she did follow when Stacy left the kitchen.

     “That is one fine looking tush,” said Brad Epps placing his hand on Stacy’s rear as she leaned over to place his beer on the table. 

     “Thanks Brad,” said Stacy pressing her bottom into his hand.

     “What do you say I drop out a few hands and we go into the bedroom?  Adriana can come too.  You like threesomes?” asked Brad running his hand over the thin material covering Stacy’s butt.

     “Twosomes, threesomes, any somes are fine with me,” said Stacy putting her arm around Brad’s thickly muscled neck.

     “Not me, no, only with Lou,” said Adriana from across the table.  She was standing by Lou looking defiant.

     “Whoa, sweetheart, these are my friends.  I expect you to be just as good to them as you are to me,” said Lou looking slightly embarrassed by her declaration.

     “You told my Momma you would take good care of me.  I am not a whore like Stacy,” said Adriana.

     “Somebody needs to be taught a lesson,” said Mike looking at Lou.

     “Adriana, let me tell you the way it is,” said Lou pulling the girl roughly into his lap.

     “You promised my mother you would be the only one,” said Adriana on the verge of tears.

     “And as far as your Momma knows that’s true.  But I expect you to do what I say.  And tonight, I’m saying if anyone at this table wants to take you in the bedroom, including Stacy, you go,” said Lou as he unzipped the back of her dress.

    “No, only with you, that was our agreement,” said Adriana her eyes showing fear as Lou yanked the dress off her shoulders.  Her hands immediately covered her bare breasts.

     “Put your hands down.  Show everyone what pretty knockers you have,” said Lou his voice turning cold.

     “No,” said Adriana defiantly tightening her hands over her breasts.

     “You can either do as I say or I’ll make you regret it,” said Lou.

     “Never, I don’t care what you do to me,” yelled Adriana in a surprisingly determined voice.

     “Some people are just incapable of learning, especially stupid cunts who sneak into this country illegally and think they can get away with it,” said Lou quickly standing up, throwing Adriana to the floor.

     Oh shit she’s made him angry thought Stacy as she began massaging the back of Brad’s neck and shoulders.

     “I’ll get the training kit,” said Mike getting up and walking to the hall closet.  Lou pulled Adriana to her feet and slapped her hard.  In one swift motion, he ripped her dress off leaving her clad in only a thong panty.  He grabbed the narrow waistband and pulled it downward exposing Adriana’s mat of curly pubic hairs.  Stripped, she stood terrified and sobbing one hand covering her sex while her arm hid her breasts.  Zack grabbed Adriana’s arms pinning them behind her.

     Stacy, sensing the card players were aroused by what was about to happen to Adriana, and not wanting to join her, slipped onto Brad’s lap allowing her skirt to ride up over the tops of her hose.  She pressed her breasts against him as her hand massaged his thick muscles.

     Stacy leaned close and whispered to Brad.  “God you feel so strong.  Men with muscles turn me on.”