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Chapter 4
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Author: T. H. Barker (Thinking Horndog)
Title: The Gambling Debt
Part: 4 of 21
Universe: The Gambling Debt
Summary: Tony Tomaselli owes his bookie a large amount of money -- and Crazy
Joe Scalese isn't one to sit on his hands and wait for his debtors to show up
with cash!  Leg-breaking tends to be counter-productive, so Crazy Joe
implements an experimental plan that involves not only Tony, but his wife
Gina and their two children!

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The Gambling Debt

Chapter 4

	Saturday night, Tony approached Gina again for sex.  They tended to
have sex two to three times a week and had skipped a couple since the
incident on Thursday.  Tony had the additional agenda that he really didn't
know how Gina was going to respond -- was she going to be a slut like that
guy Martin had predicted?

	Gina, on the other hand, had a different take on things.  She had
already been abused and was going end up pulling a train -- maybe more than
one -- for Tony, which was patently unfair.  Tony didn't deserve a damned
thing, in her opinion.  She didn't see herself getting over the resentment,
either, but leaving Tony wouldn't help matters -- Crazy Joe didn't care.  So
to keep the peace, she offered a compromise, 'Why don't I jerk you off or
give you a blowjob?  I probably ought to practice."

	For Tony, this response came out of left field and he didn't know
quite how to handle it.  He'd fully expected Gina to say no, either because
she was still traumatized from her treatment Thursday, or out of resentment
-- or both -- but this offer of acts that had never been a high priority
between them was a surprise.  He recognized the inherent dig at him for his
pivotal role in their situation, so he responded to that first, "Look, I'm
sorry..."

	Gina eyed him, shaking her head.  "Tony, sorry doesn't cut it -- you
know that.  As long as Crazy Joe takes his payments on your debt out of me,
you're going to be in the doghouse -- and probably for a good long while
after he's done!  You've probably totally destroyed our family -- but that's
another story.  The long and short of it is that I don't feel like fucking
right now -- but I'm going to be trying to take care of several guys at once
one day soon, so I probably need to practice some things.  So if you want
some relief, that's what's on the menu -- I can suck you off or jerk you off.
Pick one."

	Tony shrugged diffidently.  "I'll take the suck."

	"Bring it here..."  Gina rolled up on her elbows above his waist and
sucked him in.

	Blowjobs had never been a big thing between them -- Gina had done it
a couple of times while they were going together before they graduated to
vaginal sex and it had fallen by the wayside.  Tony could count the number of
times she'd sucked him to completion on one hand -- and virtually all of them
had occurred while they were still dating and he had hair-trigger testicles.
The big reason had been technique -- Gina had tended to just wrap her lips
around the head of Tony's penis and suck, maybe bobbing a little bit, or just
lick it like a lollipop.  The results tended to be less than spectacular, but
neither Gina nor Tony knew any better than to do it that way.

	Saturday night was different; Gina took Tony's full length in her
mouth and started working it, tip to root, using the lessons she learned on
Thursday from Martin and Scott.  Tony was just short enough that deep-throat
wasn't required; he triggered Gina's gag reflex periodically, but that was
it.

	The difference was night and day from Tony's standpoint.  Hot, wet
mouth from root to tip and a frisky tongue on his frenum beat lollipop licks
any day.  In no time he was rubbing every one of her body parts in reach,
groaning, trying not to grab her head.  "Fuck!  Goddamn!  Where did you learn
that?"

	Gina popped off Tony's erection and rasped, "You can thank those two
bastards of Crazy Joe's -- they went to some effort to train me on
Thursday..."  Part of her prickliness was an attempt to mask the fact that
she was actually enjoying what she was doing.  What made THAT easy was the
fact that it bothered her some that she was getting off on it, since it
seemed to confirm what Tony had told her Martin said about the long-term
effects of their session.  She got up on her hands and knees between Tony's
splayed legs and said, "Go ahead and grab my head -- someone else will."
Then she went back to work.

	The results of that experiment REALLY bothered her.  Tony's
manhandling of her head, even though he was being gentle about it, seemed to
make things better -- and when he hunched himself, grunting, and poured cum
into her mouth, the taste nearly brought her to orgasm!  Martin hadn't been
lying, apparently -- they'd trained her to crave cum!

	Tony flopped back, gasping, and said, "That was HOT!  I bet you'd
like me to lick you..."

	"It'd be nice!" Gina replied sarcastically.

	"Okay, spread 'em!"

	Tony had been nose to twat with Gina a lot more often than Gina had
delivered blowjobs, largely because he wasn't always successful at getting
her off vaginally.  Gina's response was a whole lot less subdued than usual
-- while she had a tendency under normal conditions to hiss and moan and move
a little, languidly, under his tongue, on this night she plastered his face
to her gash and rolled her hips and grunted, "Yes!  Yes!  Suck it!  SUUUUCK!
OMIGAWD!  FUCK!  FUCK!" -- and literally splashed his face with her juices!
There was no hiding THAT from Tony...

	"Whew!" he gasped, pushing himself up, "That was wild!"  He decided
not to mention Martin's prediction, but the subject lay there between them
like a dead skunk.

	Gina finally took it up, "I don't know whether to kiss them or kick
them."  Tony just nodded.  Both of them wondered how far it went -- and both
of them suspected that there were extremes, just from what had gone on
Thursday afternoon.

	Both of them took a while to get to sleep.  Gina thought about
relenting and letting Tony fuck her -- if only to discover the results -- but
she didn't make the offer.


	Monday morning, Robert went off to school as usual, but Gina held
Maria back for the gynecology appointment.  At about ten-thirty, Tony got a
call from the HR department of the place he'd interviewed at the previous
Thursday, asking him to come in for a second interview.  They agreed upon two
o'clock and Tony headed out at a bit after one.  Meanwhile, Gina took Maria
to the doctor, where Maria got pills, but Gina got a shot whose effects
lasted three months -- then took Maria on to school, after which she went
home and hid, worried that one of Crazy Joe's minions was going to stop by to
fuck her or something.  The house just wasn't safe anymore...

	Maria had spent a lot of Sunday thinking about the porn she'd seen on
Saturday.  The little Thai and Filipino and Vietnamese and other Oriental
girls in the movies seemed hesitant at times, but they smiled and played up
to the camera and they did amazing things.  Girls on American or European
porn sites tended to be bigger than Maria and a lot older, with a very few
exceptions, mostly 'babysitter' sites.  Even then, though, some of the
smallest and youngest-looking girls seemed fine with taking some of the
largest cocks in their pussies or their asses or their mouths.  Japanese
girls always seemed to be... distressed -- yet many of them seemed to cum --
Robert said he thought it was cultural with them, and noted that the girls
seemed to make different sounds based on what language they spoke.  There
were a lot of old guys on the Asian sites, too -- and they never seemed to
hurt anyone...

	Between third and fourth period, in the girls' restroom, Charlotte
Hess announced that she intended to let a boy go 'all the way' with her,
later in the week.  Maria, musing on the subject that had been in her mind
all weekend, asked, "Don't you think it might be better with an older guy?"

	This met with a chorus of "EEEEEWWWW!!  Older guys!  YUUUCK!" and
loud giggles and the party broke up -- but a couple of hours later, Regina
Hicks touched Marie on the arm.

	"Can we talk?"

	"Okay," Marie agreed.  They headed outside, to the patio outside the
cafeteria, Regina's expression having made it clear that the talk should be
private.

	"You remember this morning in the girls' bathroom?" Regina asked
carefully, after glancing around.

	"Yes."

	"Why did you ask that?"

	"Well, boys don't really know how, do they?" Maria muttered.

	"No, they don't," Regina agreed solemnly.  "Have you ever...?"

	"No, but I will be, soon, I think..." Maria admitted.

	"I have," Regina declared.  "You're right, old -- well, older -- guys
know how.  I've been doing it since I was ten -- well, almost eleven."

	"Does it hurt?" Marie asked.

	"Well, sometimes, usually when you start -- especially if you're not
wet.  There's wet stuff, though -- and older guys know that."  Regina eyed
her, apparently awaiting some type of censure, and then continued, "The guy I
do it with, well, he's a relative, so I really don't want to get into who he
is -- but he's nice -- gentle and caring.  I like it a lot.  You hear all
about pedophiles, but you don't hear about the nice ones -- just the bad
ones.  Heck, they lump them all together, so maybe you hear about the nice
ones, too -- but they tell you they're bad."

	"How do you tell who is and who isn't?" Maria asked.

	"I don't know.  I only do it with the one guy.  Maybe you won't until
he goes mean on you.  My guy is never mean and we do lots of stuff -- well,
not all the time, but when we can.  None of it is really awful, if it's done
right.  Doing it up the butt can be messy and you need something to make you
wet and slick back there -- but regular cooking stuff is sometimes better
than fancy wet stuff in bottles."

	"What about sucking?" Maria asked.

	"It can be tough if he gets excited -- they want to poke the thing in
deep.  If you work at it, you CAN do it -- but it takes practice, and you'll
probably gag some.  They love that, though.  If you can't take it all, you
need to remember that he's gonna want you to take as much as you can, then
back off all the way, every time, because the head is sensitive.  It's a lot
like doing it with them -- they want to go deep, not just have you just lick
one or two little spots.  If you had a great big tickle button, you would
want him to suck it all, too, you know?  Since we have little ones, it's easy
for them to just suck it in and tongue it -- but you need to be all over that
thing."  Regina sat on a bench and patted a seat beside her.  "So tell me."

	Maria sat trying to decide how to approach things.  "There's this
guy.  I've never met him, but I know he's out there and he's interested in me
because he said something to somebody and I heard about it.  He's... probably
not nice, in general.  He may not even want me for himself, but for someone
else."

	"Do your folks know about this?" Regina asked.

	"Yeah," Maria nodded.  After a pregnant pause, she added, "They're in
trouble with this guy.  They don't want anything to happen, but they might
not be able to stop it."

	"Sounds bad," Regina opined.

	"It is.  Real bad."

	"Well, you know, he might not be nice to your folks -- but he might
be nice to you," Regina pointed out.

	"Mama said something about you don't say no to this guy," Maria
muttered.

	"Then maybe you don't.  When you say no, guys get mad.  If you can,
you might want to say yes first," Regina advised.  "Then you might be able to
slow things down if you need to, later.  But if you start a fight right away,
then he'll just do things the way he wants to, whether you like it or not."

	"Yeah, that makes sense."  Maria scuffed the tile with her shoe.

	"If you're nice, then maybe he'll be nice.  If you fight, though,
well, then he won't have any reason to be nice, will he?" Regina eyed Maria
sidelong.

	"How do you know this stuff?" Maria asked.

	Regina pursed her lips.  "The guy I do it with now isn't my first.
My first, well, he was like I'm talking about.  If you were nice and said
yes, things went okay, and if maybe you wanted to change something to make it
better, he would listen and change it -- but if you called him a bad man or
argued a lot or stuff like that, he got mad -- and you did it his way because
he's big and you aren't and if it hurt, tough..."  Regina shuddered.  "I like
the guy I'm doing it with now a lot better."

	"Where did the first guy go?" Maria asked.

	"The guy I'm doing it with now made him leave.  He caught him hurting
me and threatened to go to the police."

	"Oh."  Maria nodded.  "Can I talk to you about this again sometime?"

	"Sure."  Maria got up and they parted company at that point.


	Maria wasn't a moment too soon.  At three o'clock that afternoon,
Crazy Joe looked up at Hammer Thornton.  "Get the car -- we're going for a
ride."

	Three-thirty found Crazy Joe's limo in the school parking lot.  Crazy
Joe sat watching until he saw a pair familiar from photographs and yelled,
"Hey!  Tomaselli!"

	Both Robert and Maria turned around to see a hand wave from the limo.
Robert beckoned Maria and they approached cautiously.  A face wearing
sunglasses appeared behind the hand.  "Want a ride?"

	"We don't..." Maria began, but Robert quelled her with a hand on her
arm.

	"Who are you?" he asked the man.

	"Name's Joe," Crazy Joe replied.

	Robert, already cautious, asked, "And your last name?  Would it be
Scalese?"

	Crazy Joe pulled off his sunglasses.  "Where would you hear THAT
name?"

	"It's around," Robert replied, putting up a brave front.

	Crazy Joe eyed him.  "Okay.  What if it is?"

	"I just want to be sure."

	"I'm thinking we need to talk," Joe growled.

	"Okay."  Robert opened the car door and slid in, beckoning Maria.
"Come on, you may as well."  Maria nodded and followed.  Hammer Thornton got
out of the driver's compartment and went around to close the door.

	"Where have you heard my name?" Crazy Joe asked.

	"At home."

	"Your parents spoke to you about me?" Crazy Joe asked, surprised.

	"They, um, did and they didn't," Robert related.  "They're acting
really strange, so we've started, well, listening in."

	Crazy Joe sat back.  "What do you know?"

	Robert drew a breath.  "We know you have plans... for us."

	Crazy Joe sat back in his seat.  "Yet you got in the car."

	Robert shrugged.  "What else was there to do?"  He sat for a moment,
and then ventured, "We thought we had some time..."

	Crazy Joe blinked.  "Oh?  You do.  I just came to see..."

	"Me," Maria finished the sentence.  Robert turned to her, surprised,
but she put a hand on HIS arm this time.  "Mama told Poppa you... made an
offer."

	Crazy Joe spread his hands.  "You two have very, very big ears.  What
else did Mama say?"

	"Mama and Poppa agreed that you are not a person to say no to," Maria
replied, "So they said maybe."  She eyed him.  "Did you come to see what I
would say?"

	"I hadn't planned on it," Crazy Joe replied.  "Not today, anyway.  As
your brother mentioned, you have time."

	Maria examined the man.  He was older than Poppa by a few years, and
his slicked-back hair was graying, but still mostly black.  He probably
smoked -- and drank.  He was wearing a real expensive shirt and jacket and
had several rings on his fingers.  "Do you plan to be nice?"

	Crazy Joe rubbed his face and eyed Maria while his hand still covered
his mouth.  "Hammer, head for Tomaselli's.  Take your time."

	"Yes, Boss."  The car began to move.

	Crazy Joe rubbed his temples.  "Yeah, I plan to be nice," he puffed
out.

	"I've never done anything," Maria pointed out.

	"That's the draw."

	"Uh huh."

	Robert stirred.  Crazy Joe turned to him and said, "She's edited you
out.  She's edited her folks out.  This is a direct negotiation."  Robert
nodded and sat back.

	"What does Poppa owe you?" Maria asked.

	"Ten thousand dollars -- plus interest.  That's a thousand a week."

	"You offered Mama thirty-five hundred for me.  If she helped."

	"You don't seem to need any help," Crazy Joe replied.

	"I might not -- if you're nice.  But you should give Poppa the money
anyway," Maria replied.

	"He'll still owe sixty-five hundred," Crazy Joe shrugged.  "Plus
interest."

	"They can't win -- they know it.  Mama knows she's gonna get it --
and Poppa does, too."

	"Your Mama told me she was angling to get your brother off," Crazy
Joe revealed.

	Maria smiled.  "Mama isn't stupid.  She knew better than to tell you
she wanted to help me -- you would just change the rules if she did."

	"None of you is stupid," Crazy Joe replied.  "Except your Poppa."

	"Poppa was just... desperate," Maria replied, then switched subjects.
"How long?"

	"Until I get tired," Crazy Joe replied, "Or you do.  I can be...
generous."

	"How long, usually?  You've done it before, right?"

	Crazy Joe pursed his lips.  "It varies.  It depends on the girl and
her attitude and what I have to do to change it."  He paused.  "The fact that
we're having this conversation takes things to a new level.  The longest has
been maybe three months, max."

	"What do you want?"

	"Everything."

	"All at once?" Maria asked.

	"No.  Over time.  One thing at a time."

	"When?"

	"Your Mama and Poppa are gonna be busy Friday night.  I'll be playing
poker.  It might be nice if you were around..." Crazy Joe ventured.

	Maria sat forward.  "Are you a man of your word?"

	Crazy Joe leaned up, too.  "I like to think so."

	"Shake?" Maria stuck out her hand.  "Poppa gets the credit today.
You come get me Friday.  Maybe we hide things for a couple of weeks, until
Mama and Poppa don't owe you anything but me.  We can do Friday nights -- and
other days when they're busy."  Her eyelids drooped.  "You can babysit."

	Crazy Joe sat looking at the little fourteen-year-old angel with the
raven hair and the flea-bite nipples sitting across from him, looking way too
composed to be selling herself to him.  He stuck out his hand, slowly.
"Shake."  Maria took it in hers and pumped it as best she could, then she
took it in both hands and started playing with his fingers.  Crazy Joe sat
watching her, mesmerized.

	Robert stirred.  "What about me?"

	Crazy Joe gathered his wits and looked at the boy.  "I got no
interest.  Sorry.  No offense."

	"What were you planning to do?"

	"Give you to a collector.  It wouldn't be any long-term thing -- he
would just want your cherries -- maybe a little more than that, if he took a
shine to you.  Nobody would expect it to be mutual."

	"How much?"

	Crazy Joe shrugged.  "Fifteen hundred.  Two grand, maybe."

	Robert cocked his head.  "What if I was... cooperative?"

	Crazy Joe eyed him.  "You gay?  I didn't figure..."

	"I don't think so -- but I seem to get off on watching guys as well
as girls," Robert replied.

	"Watching and playing..." Crazy Joe mused.

	"Well, it's attitude, mostly, right?  Maria has the right attitude,
right?" Robert pressed.

	"I'll talk to my collectors," Crazy Joe replied.  "Most of them more
or less expect to have to take what they want."

	"Surely, there are collectors looking for something a little
easier..." Robert opined.

	"I'll look around."

	Maria rubbed Joe's fingers.  "Thank you."

	"You're welcome, Princess."

	Hammer's voice came over the intercom.  "We're a block out."

	"Stop here," Maria directed.  "We don't want mama and poppa all
upset."

	"You heard her, Hammer.  Park it," Crazy Joe directed.  The car
pulled to the curb.  Hammer got out and opened the door.  Maria got out,
followed by Robert, and Hammer closed the door -- but Maria tapped on the
window.

	"See you Friday," she said, when Joe rolled the window down.

	"See you then."  Joe looked at her for a moment and then sat back.
"Bye, Honey."  He rolled up the window and the car slid forward and pulled
away.

	"Boss?"  Hammer eyed Joe through the rearview.

	"Get used to her -- I think she's gonna be around awhile."  Joe sat
back in the seat.  "Back to the office."


	"I can't believe you did that!" Robert gusted.

	"It was going to happen," Maria replied.  "This way, it will be
easier.  We won't be fighting every step of the way, and he won't have to be
mean and hurt me to make a point or to get his way."  She eyed him.  "What
about you?"

	"I know it sounds bad, but if it's gonna happen, then..." He
shrugged.

	"Yeah.  No, I think you did right.  They're gonna be rough on you if
you act dumb," Maria opined.  "Now we wait for Friday."

	"How do you think it's going to go with Crazy Joe?" Robert asked.
"After all, he's..."

	"Crazy?"  Maria giggled nervously.  "Maybe he's just missing
something."

	"Maybe."

	The kids were doing homework when Tony breezed in announcing that he
had a new job.  It didn't fix things, but they would be able to crawl out of
the cesspool at some point, so everyone was happy -- even if it was layered
over something else.

	Maria shelved the whole thing, mentally.  Friday night, she would go
to Crazy Joes and do... whatever.  In between, she would talk to Regina in
order to be as ready as possible.

	Robert's fate was more in the wind -- and it worried him.  If his
first real sexual experience was gay, would that lock him in?  Poppa wouldn't
be thrilled.

	Gina and Tony pretended that things were on their way back to being
normal -- but they knew they weren't.  Both of them suspected that the
'normal' period of their lives was over.  They were marking time, waiting for
Friday night -- and the yawning chasm that awaited beyond.


	Tuesday, Maria hunted down Regina.  "I took your advice."

	"Oh?"

	"I found him -- well, he found me.  I made my own deal."  Maria took
on a serious expression.  "It was the right thing to do."

	"How can you be sure?" Regina asked.

	"It's... hard to explain," Maria replied.  "We made the deal and he
didn't try to change anything.  He didn't try to add anything.  He made the
rules -- but when I came to play by them and he could have just said, 'Sorry,
I changed my mind,' he didn't."

	"So he's not bad?" Regina queried.

	"He's not a nice man," Maria explained.  "But he doesn't pretend he
is.  He's, like, a businessman.  Poppa screwed up, and he has to pay.  We're
how he can make a profit on the deal, I guess.  It's not nice, but in some
ways, it's fair, because Poppa knew the rules going in."

	"So if you make a deal with this man..." Regina began.

	"I think he'll play fair as long as I do," Maria finished.

	"Do you plan to?"

	"Yes."

	"It'll be all right, then," Regina decided.  "Hey..."

	"Uh huh?"

	"I don't get to play a lot..."

	"I can ask.  But I don't know any of his friends, you know?  I could
be wrong, too," Maria pointed out.

	"You know, sometimes being scared is part of the fun," Regina said,
wrinkling her nose.  "I could, you know, sleep over at your house..."

	"I'll ask.  I don't know if I'll see him before Friday."

	"Let me know."


	But the limo was in the parking lot after school.  Maria strode right
up to the open window and said, "You couldn't wait!"

	Crazy Joe pursed his lips.  "Something like that."

	"Okay."  Maria opened the door and slid into the seat beside Crazy
Joe, closing the door behind her.  Robert, cut off behind her, stood there,
surprised.

	"Why don't you ride up front with Hammer," Crazy Joe offered.  Robert
blinked, nodded, and diffidently climbed into the front passenger seat.
Hammer put the car in gear and pulled out of the lot.

	"So how was your day?" Crazy Joe asked Maria.

	"Okay.  How was yours?" Maria returned.

	"The usual."  Crazy Joe gingerly put his arm around Maria's shoulders
-- and Maria took his hand and started playing with his fingers.

	"You have big fingers," she observed.

	"It runs in my family," Crazy Joe replied.

	"I know a girl..." Maria began, then slowed to a halt.

	"Yes?"

	"She's my age.  She says she's been doing it with a man since she was
ten."

	"She knows about us?"

	"No names.  I said something about older guys and she came by later
and we talked.  She... offered me advice."

	"What kind of advice?"

	"She said don't believe everything you see on TV -- that some older
guys are really nice."  She eyed Crazy Joe sidelong.

	"Honey, if there is one thing you know about me, it's that I'm not a
nice man."

	"But you'll be nice to me as long as I'm nice to you."  It was a
statement, not a question.

	"Yes."

	"This girl...  She doesn't get to see her man friend very often.  She
asked me if maybe you knew someone nice..."

	"I only have one girlfriend at a time," Crazy Joe murmured.

	"Good -- she can't have you.  But are you the only guy who brings his
girlfriend to poker?" Maria looked up at him.

	Crazy Joe rubbed his face with his free hand.  "Not always.  Most of
them are big girls, but I can ask around."

	"I wouldn't want it to be someone who wouldn't be nice to her.  She
likes men," Maria insisted.

	"I'm hearing that she knows how to take care of them, too," Crazy Joe
hazarded.

	"Yes."

	"I'll ask around."

	"We're getting close, Boss," Hammer called from the front seat.

	"Okay.  Pull over where you did yesterday," Crazy Joe directed.  He
reached in his pocket and pulled out a cell phone.  "Don't let your folks see
this.  I'm on speed-dial."

	Maria took it, leaned up and kissed his cheek.  "Thank you."

	"I'll see you tomorrow."

	"Okay.  Bye!"  Maria got out.  Robert was already standing there --
he looked her over for mussed clothing.  "He was a perfect gentleman," Maria
insisted.  "Come on."  She headed off, up the sidewalk.

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