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Author: T. H. Barker (Thinking Horndog)
Title: The Gambling Debt
Part: 21 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 21

	Maria woke up Crazy Joe with her mouth; he groaned as her hot, wet
mouth, soft lips, and frisky tongue worked his morning wood.  It was an
amateurish effort, but that was part of what made it so pleasurable; Maria
was NOT a pro and she was giving her all and that supplanted any minor issues
with technique.  Joe didn't want a pro -- and didn't want Maria to become one
-- he was afraid that when she became adept at sex, some of the joy of their
discoveries together would leak away and leave them with an inadequate basis
for an ongoing relationship.  Joe was infatuated -- but he was also jaded, so
he knew well how quickly something like this could become old hat and bleed
away -- and he didn't want that.  Joe wanted to watch Maria grow up into the
beautiful, strong young woman he knew she was going to bloom into -- and he
wanted to do it from close proximity.  At some point, she would come into her
own and he would just be an old fart, but if he could get ten years out of
this, it would be an eternity.  Maybe when he was an old fart, he wouldn't
miss her sweet kisses or the nectar from her just-ripened pussy...

	He let her handle things her way, directing her with his words rather
than manhandling her, "Go a little deeper, Sweetheart, but come all the way
up...  Lick the underside...  UUUHHH!  Whatever you're doing, KEEP DOING IT!
Oh, shit!"  He thrashed and grabbed handfuls of the bedclothes as Maria
zeroed in on his most sensitive spots -- and seemed to keep an inventory,
because when attention to one attenuated the sensations, she moved to
another.  Eventually, through clenched teeth, he gasped, "NOW!"  And the
flood began.

	Maria loved sucking Joe's cock.  She was in control while he hunched
and stiffened and gasped and thrashed -- and the flood from his pulsing
member was proof positive that she'd brought him pleasure.  Cum was a little
sticky and left an aftertaste, but it wasn't awful, by any means.  When she
was done, she crawled up and he had no compunction about kissing her deeply
in gratitude for her efforts.  Then he put her on her back and drove her
absolutely wild...

	Maria's pussy was just like a peach -- ripe and juicy, with a little
seam that Joe popped open with his thumbs to get at the inner dampness.
Maria abandoned herself to the pleasure, too, rather than displaying any
inhibitions -- she thrashed and squealed and grabbed Joe's head and wailed
and enjoyed herself thoroughly, openly, increasing Joe's pleasure in his
efforts.  When she pushed at his head, whining brokenly, "No more..." Joe
knew that she'd had her fill...

	And so did Gina, standing in the door, watching.  She'd been there
since Joe started groaning under the assault of Maria's lips and she'd
watched him treat Maria gently and lovingly, both during the blowjob and his
reciprocation.  No, aside from the legalities involved, Joe wasn't abusing
Maria...  Gina backed out of the room, closing the door quietly, and went
looking for a dressing gown or something to throw over her nudity.

	Regina spent the period immediately after she awakened bringing
Frankowski to erection and then getting her fill of him, bouncing on him
cowgirl, like a pogo stick.  She was insatiable, it seemed -- and she wore
Frankowski out before they ever emerged from his bedroom to look for the
source of the smell of fine food.

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	Breakfast was impromptu, but they all arrived at the table within a
few minutes of one another.  Everyone tended to be scantily dressed;
bathrobes seemed to be the order of the day, since Joe provided robes of the
class found in finer hotels.  Breakfast was all about small-talk -- until the
end, when everyone was more or less settled back in their chairs.

	"Joe?" Gina opened things.  "I think we're done.  I'm not protecting
Maria from you -- things seem to be the other way around.  But..."

	Joe leaned forward, pursing his lips.  "But you have issues," he
finished for her, "and Tony has issues, and I'm responsible.  That's fine --
Maria and I have talked about it.  We'll work it out."

	Gina turned to her husband, "Tony..."

	"I know."  Tony waved it off.  They were done -- they could pretend
and make it hard or they could just let it go.  What that meant for the
future wasn't clear...

	"I made promises," Maria announced, eyeing her parents.  Each of
them, in turn, nodded in resignation.

	"The debt is paid," Joe intoned.  "Now I owe..."  He turned to
Robert.  "What about you?"

	"I'm fine..." Robert shrugged.  Robert hadn't been damaged -- in
fact, things were going well.  Jerome squeezed his shoulder.

	"Regina?" Joe asked.

	"Great!" Regina bubbled, then tossed her mother a dark brown look,
"as long as..."

	"She won't," Jerome declared.  "Will you?"

	"No, Jerome."  Butter wouldn't melt in Doris' mouth.

	"What's this?" Crazy Joe waved a finger between Doris and Jerome.

	"I'm tryin' her out.  She thinks she can handle my shit," Jerome
replied.  "And she thinks she can avoid givin' me any and pissin' me off."

	Crazy Joe chuckled.  "What do YOU think?"

	"Ain't been a whole day yet -- but she's set a record," Jerome
replied, deadpan.

	"She seems to have 'Yes, Jerome' down pat," Crazy Joe chuckled.

	"Sometimes I ain't sure she isn't jerking my dick with it..." Jerome
replied, but his eyes twinkled.

	Soon after that, the departures began, starting with Frankowski.
Jerome took the Hicks with him.  Hammer was to drive the Tomasellis.

	Gina approached Crazy Joe, "We'll go home and pack a few things..."

	Crazy Joe flicked a glance at Tony.  "And you'll both be back."

	"Yes," Gina agreed quietly.

	"Come see me, later."

	Tony sat up front with Hammer -- confrontations with Gina didn't seem
to make any sense.  "So what did you get for work?" Hammer asked.

	"Some shit job -- not my specialty.  Just something to put food on
the table."  Tony was an electrician and cable installer by trade.  "I do
high-end electronics -- or I did..."

	"Do you drive?" Hammer asked.

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	Six months later...

                       ----------------------------------

	"Get up!"  Hammer swatted Tony on his bare ass.  "Take your dick out
of Noelle and get moving -- I'm taking the Boss to town in the black limo and
you're collecting Ms. Maria, then going out to the House to get the other
young stuff and take 'em to school."

	Tony yawned and nodded -- and pulled his already shrunken cock out of
young Noelle's ass.  Noelle was a sixteen-year-old runaway with mixed
platinum blonde and carbon black hair in training to be a whore for Jerome.
Jerome used Martin and Scott's indoctrination (which had been fine-tuned
quite a bit since Gina) to prepare his whores, then turned Crazy Joe's
employees loose on them to get them used to taking cocks regularly and to
determine whether they would be streetwalkers or work at the House.  In
Tony's opinion -- which counted -- Noelle was going to work a street corner
-- she just didn't have that spark that made a good high-end escort, even if
she did visibly enjoy her work...

	Tony now worked for Crazy Joe.  He had his chauffer's license and he
had a permit to carry a concealed weapon -- all legal and above-board -- but
his primary job was putting video surveillance and security systems in all of
Crazy Joe's holdings.  The security at Crazy Joe's mansion was now state-of-
the-art -- and the House's was even better...

	Ironically, Tony worked for his wife and daughter, as well as Crazy
Joe.  Maria was the mistress of Crazy Joe's demesne -- and employees who were
slow to learn that left Joe's employ.  Guests were allowed to be confused
over Maria's exact relationship to Joe -- some thought her to be his niece,
while others were aware of the truth.  One thing was clear -- If Crazy Joe
threw a party, Maria presided.  There was no custody agreement for Maria
naming Crazy Joe; the official excuse was that Tony worked for Crazy Joe, and
as such, Crazy Joe was Maria's 'uncle.'  No one had any reason to look into
the sleeping arrangements, and if Crazy Joe Scalese came to see every school
event that Maria participated in, well, smart people found better things to
do than stick their nose in it.

	Gina was in charge of the business end of the House -- a converted
Victorian that had been slowly falling apart a bit beyond the edge of town
when Crazy Joe picked it up for almost nothing.  Now it was a Gentleman's
Club -- more whorehouse than strip bar -- and a joint venture between Crazy
Joe and Jerome.  Outbuildings had been redone to allow private gatherings of
just about any type, but the main house was a place where men could smoke and
drink and enjoy feminine pulchritude in just about any form, depending upon
which floor they occupied.  For convenience sake, the strip bar was next door
and did not appear to have any direct connection to the House -- and it was
kept squeaky clean to avoid trouble with the law -- but if you asked the
right questions and had money in your pocket, you could end up at the House,
which, among other things, was renowned for its kick-ass bachelor parties
where a hot Italian babe took on all comers.  There was a little game the
management played with people who entered the environs of the House from the
strip club -- which proclaimed itself to be 'The Barn' -- they packed
customers in a bus and drove them around in some corn fields for a bit before
depositing them at the back entrance, right next door.  It wouldn't work for
a customer with a GPS -- but Tony's electronics wizardry handled that...  The
House had a growing clientele of the rich and famous, which added to its
security...

	Doris ran the private areas of the House -- they were home to Jerome
and his entourage, Gina, Robert, Regina, Doris -- and Doris' brother Mark.
Jerome still patrolled the old neighborhood and still placed his girls on the
corners there every night -- but he'd moved out of the crib when the
renovations to the House were completed.  The reason?  Doris...

	Doris had done literally everything Jerome asked of her -- including
a couple of nights on the street with the girls.  Doris was Jerome's example
to new girls of model behavior -- and while he was slow to admit it, Doris
was his woman.  Bobby came to visit, but Doris cuddled up to him in bed every
night, whether there were other occupants, male or female, or not.  Doris
made sure everyone got fed and taken care of and she ran interference between
Jerome and the street girls, giving them a shoulder to cry on and someone
they could ask questions to see how Jerome would react -- which kept a bunch
of them from pissing Jerome off.  Jerome was beginning to worry that he was
getting too old and mellow -- but the situation in his stable was the best it
had ever been...

	The House offered certain specialties -- including Lolitas.  Doris'
brother Mark watched the three Lolitas -- senior of whom was Regina -- like a
hawk; no one was going to offer them pain or injury on HIS watch.  His
compensation couldn't have been better -- free room and board, a small
stipend for spending money, and his niece in his bed with him after the
Lolita wing shut down for the night.  He could have any girl in Jerome's
stable, but he tended not to bother -- he had simple needs...  Regina had
proven adept at finding little girls who liked big men at school, and Jerome
and Crazy Joe could be VERY persuasive with a parent who was either
committing or tolerating incest or pedophilia -- especially after Tony had
recorded a few assignations.  Still, the girls were volunteers...  They
tended to fuck like minks and were very profitable, both for Jerome (and
Crazy Joe, who was the silent partner) and for their parents or whoever...

	Tony, natty in his chauffer's outfit, handed his daughter into the
limo and set off for the House, thinking, 'Things are good.  Gina and I
aren't together, but we aren't tearing and clawing at each other.  The house
is sold, but we both have a place to live.  I'm working in my specialty at
least part time and spending regular time with my kids, who are being well
taken care of.  I have hot and cold running pussy, and occasionally, when I
don't have that...'  He and Hammer weren't a couple or anything -- they were
roommates.  But if one of them got the itch and one of Jerome's whores wasn't
handy, they weren't embarrassed about handling it...

	At the House, Tony greeted Gina and collected Robert and Regina and
one of the other Lolitas who was living there rather than the trailer park
her mother lived at.  Tenisha was nine and black and precocious and had
little baby-fat titties and LOVED to have a cock in her just about
anywhere...  Gina and Tony were divorced, but it had been without any
recriminations -- 'irreconcilable differences' -- and they had joint custody
of Robert and Maria.  Maria got out to kiss her mother and have their morning
get-together while Doris chivvied the other girls out the door; Maria would
return and do her homework under Gina's supervision in the afternoon before
heading home to be there when Crazy Joe returned from his office in town.
Robert lived at the House -- and had his own quarters.  He and Jerome were
'fuck buddies' but had not settled into any kind of serious relationship --
and Robert had hot and cold running pussy at the House and was garnering a
reputation for a sure hand with the ladies at school.

	Life was good.  Nothing lasts forever, and the situation had sucked
on the front side, but the dues were paid and everyone seemed content...
Tony tucked himself into the driver's seat of the limo next to his son and
pointed it at school.

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