WINNING ODDS

WINNING ODDS

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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In this 'Rekeauxian fable', a brash, arrogant, womanizing Sailor, determined to when a bet, learns a lesson; the "hard" way.

Summary

In this 'Rekeauxian fable', a brash, arrogant, womanizing Sailor, determined to when a bet, learns a lesson; the "hard" way.

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Submitted: November 19, 2015

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Submitted: November 19, 2015

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WINNING ODDS
(A REKEAUXIAN Fable)
By 
Rekeaux Nyte
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“...So I say to the fat slob, ‘Yeah, well I think I’d better leave now,’ and you know what she said?”  Handsome, Lieutenant Daniel Simmons pauses while quickly gazing around the tiny, round table at his three, good friends, ensuring that they’re still paying close attention to what he’s saying. 
 
“She said, ‘Yeah, but I thought you said, you loved me.’”  
After the laughter dies, Daniel opens the door of the tiny refrigerator, grabbing another can of beer. Pulling off its tab; he continues, “So I asked this big, fat, sloppy cow, ‘Are you crazy?’ Who’d wanna’ fall in love with a disgusting, lard ass like you?’, then she had the nerve to start crying. Do you believe that shit?”  
 
After a light round of mixed laughter, moans, and groans, Lieutenant Jesse Cooper (a young, light-skinned Black man with dark, hypnotic eyes, and a little boy’s smile) states while shaking his head, “What I can’t believe is how cold-blooded you could be, Danny-boy.”
 
“What do you mean, 'cold-blooded?  I merely told her like it is! I mean, so I fucked her; now I’m supposed to gift-wrap my dick in a bow for her?”
 
“Awe, man that’s fowl,” Jesse returns, briefly covering his face with his hands, before adding, “I hope you didn’t tell her it was only to win a bet!”
 
“You damn, right I did? I didn’t want the fat, pig thinking she actually had a chance with me, now did I?”  Danny finishes his statement by taking a giant swig from his can of beer. The others all have mixed emotions about his story. However, they all dig deep into their pockets producing their money.
 
“Man, that’s called, bad karma,” Jesse scoffs, before placing his $100 on the table in front of his fellow Sailors.
“Hey, call it what you will as long as you clowns start forking over my money! That’s right! Hand it over, Baby! I won that bet fair and square!”
 
“I’ll say this for you, Danny-boy, you sure got a way with the ladies… no matter how repulsive they are.”  
Lieutenant Commander Eddie Austin’s statement fills the tiny table with laughter once more.
 
“Awe, come on, now Eddie. She wasn’t all that bad,” Jesse quickly replies to his old friend and fellow co-worker. Lieutenant Peter Gonzales, (also a strikingly, good looking Sailor, but with green eyes and black hair) shakes his head vigorously, and with a wave of his hand he retorts, “Yeah, but she wasn’t all that great, either. I mean, did you see the size of those thighs? And that big, fat ass…I don’t know how you went through with it, Danny.”  He mutters with a grimace while dealing out the poker cards for another round.
 
“Hey, Man, for $400 I’d even screw your ugly wife.”  
“Pal, I’d give you four hundred dollars if you could shut her up long enough to bang her.”  
 
Once more, the table fills with lighthearted laughter as the four friends enjoy their game along with the casual conversation.
As the small battleship slowly sails across the mighty, Pacific Ocean, towards its destination of the glorious, tiny island country of Singapore, the four officers of the USS Matthews happily enjoy their illegal game of poker, along with their alcohol and cigars. After quickly lighting yet, another expensive, Cuban cigar, Danny casually inquires, “So when are we pulling into Singapore?”
 
“Should be there around ten, tomorrow," answers Jesse Cooper, "Why; you got a date or something?”
“Well, you should know by now that that’s never a problem,”  Danny boasts, “Especially for a super, good looking, stud like me.”
 
“Oh, shit! There he goes again," groans Jesse, "Look, just cause you got lucky a few times, don’t think you’re Romeo.”
 
With a quick toss of his hand, Danny laughingly returns, “Awe, you’re just jealous cause you lost all your money. There’s not a chick alive that I can’t have! I’ve got your one hundred dollars to prove it!”
 
“Big, fat, Chief O’Brien doesn’t count, buddy! She probably hasn’t been laid since boot camp.”
 
“Yeah, I’ll have to agree with Scotty here," Jesse interrupts, "I’ll admit, nine hours to bag a babe is very impressive, especially considering she’s only been on the damn ship for two days… but still, it was big, fat Chief O’Brien. You lose cool points!”
 
“Cool points my ass,” Danny happily argues, “I won a four hundred dollar pot!”
 
“You won because we didn’t think you could pull it off in under two days, especially with a Chief Petty Officer. Usually, that’s something a young, dumb, teen-aged, deck seaman who misses her mommy and daddy would do," teases Jesse while slowly shaking his head, to which Peter agrees, "Yeah, who knew a 46-year-old, Chief, with five children, would be so gullible and love-struck?”
 
“I’ll bet her husband sure didn’t know!” 
A large round of laughter follows Jesse’s comment.
 
“What all you fools seem to keep forgetting, is the fact that I’ve got it all, Baby?” Danny boasts with great conceit in his strong, baritone voice. “I’ve got the voice the ladies love! I’ve got the sexy voice that makes them cream their panties. I mean just look at these big, blue, bedroom, eyes, this thick, curly blonde hair; not to mention a body like a brick wall and a face that would make an angle green with envy.”  
 
The other three officers howl with laughter before Eddie jokingly adds, “Yeah, and don’t forget as humble as Apple pie!”
“The point is, every woman who looks at me wants me, and I have no choice but to give them what they want.”
 
“OH, PLEASE! Alright, fellas, it’s time to shut this fool up once and for all," Cooper scoffs, "Let’s put our heads together and come up with something out of this world!”
 
“Go ahead, hit me with your best shot!” Danny casually returns before taking a deep inhalation from his smelling cigar (as if he hadn't a care in the world). And after a brief silence within the tiny lounge, Peter is first to answer.
 
“I got it…how about three women at once?”
“No, no, no, the fool already did that last year, in Brazil,” Jesse Cooper dismisses, to which Eddie adds, “Yeah, we need something magnificent!”
 
“Hey, how about a marathon?”
“What, you mean a fuck marathon?”
“Yeah, that’s it!” Eddie exclaims with wide eyes and a half-crazed smile. “The ultimate bet, it can take place right in Singapore. Let’s say…twenty-five Women in five days!”
 
“Whoa-whoa-wait a minute! Let me see if I got this straight,” Danny replies with a shit eating grin and his hands raised in surrender, “are you clowns talking about me bagging twenty-five ladies in five days... for how much money?”
 
“I don’t know, what do you think, fellows?”
In response to Eddie's burning question, Jesse Cooper quickly states, “I got three hundred that says he can’t do it!”
“Yeah, and I’ll bet the one hundred and fifty that I just lost, that he can’t do it!”
“Awe, come on, you guys gotta’ do a hell of a lot better than that,” Danny scoffs, wearing a gamely smile.  “At least make it worth my while.”
 
“Well, what are you talking about?”
“I say, when I win this ridiculous bet, you all will owe me a thousand, each!”
“Wow! That’s a little steep for my blood!” Jesse exclaims through wide eyes. Eddie also has his doubts and reservations.
“Yeah, man, let’s keep it friendly!”
“What’s the matter, guys?" Danny gamely teases, "I thought you wanted to shut me up once and for all.”
“Yeah, but we don’t want no hard feelings if you lose.”
“The fact that you said, ‘if’ tells me that you actually believe I will win and for all of your undying faith and respect for my ‘stud-like ways’, I must say… I’m deeply flattered…deeply touched!”  
 
Danny makes his statement with all the nobleness and valor of a politician making a victory speech as if believing what he’s saying to be the truth, but in reality, everyone at the table ‘assumes’ he’s just joking. Danny’s speech is, of course, met with moans, groans, and snickers.
 
“Awe, would you listen to this fool? You don’t actually believe your own bullshit, do you?”
“Well, if it’s bullshit, Jesse, then why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”  
“Oh now, I know I gotta’ get in on this,” Cooper exclaims while shaking his head. Taking a huge swig from his can of beer, he adds, “Anything to make you eat your words.”
 
“Okay, so the ‘C-note’ is in, what about you two, big-time spenders? One thousand dollars is a small price to pay for me to eat crow, you know?” Danny gently nudges both his good friends on their shoulders as he urges with a confident smile. And after a few seconds of serious pondering, Eddie finally gives in.
“Yeah, why not, I guess I’m in, too.”
“Alright now, Jesse, the ball is in your court. You don’t wanna’ be a hold-out, do you?”
“I don’t know, Man…I mean, $1000 is way too much money for a bet," Jesse insists before taking one last swig from his can of beer. After emptying the can's contents, he quickly adds with a slight slur, "It goes against Navy Regulations, you know?”  
 
After this is said, the others fill the tiny cabin room with a loud roar of laughter before Danny scoffs while raising his hands, “Jesse, don’t even try that shit, because it won’t work! You want to talk about Navy ‘REGS’? We’re on a military vessel, drinking alcohol, smoking Cuban cigars, and gambling. Hell, if the Captain found out about any of this, he’d have all our hides!”
 
“That’s right! Talk about Navy ‘regulations’; if he discovered that big, fat Chief O’Brien and Danny-boy were screwing in the engine room while on duty, he’d shit his pants,” Pete Gonzales reminds, patting Danny;s back. Eddie to acknowledge, “Oh yeah, Fraternization; now there’s a big no, no, especially in the workspace… and while on duty? This man’s got guts!”
 
“You damn right, I got guts! Just imagine what would happen if Chief O’Brien found out that she was the star of her very own fuck flick! We’re talking criminal charges, Baby!”
 
“Oh yeah, I forgot about all that! Drinking, gambling, fraternization, invasion of privacy, lewd conduct unbefitting an officer, the list goes on and on, huh?” Jesse happily states with a big, handsome smile forming across his face, to which Pete quickly answers, “That’s right, Pal; and we’re all in this together!”
 
Casually shrugging his shoulders, Danny quickly reminds, “Yeah, but you know what they say, rank has its privileges!” 
After exhaling a giant, whiff of smoke into the room, he continues without missing a beat, "So what harm can come from another, little side-bet of gambling?”  
 
After a few more moments of serious pondering, Jesse slowly shakes his head before responding to Danny’s last question.
“You do know that if you lose this one, you’ll owe us $3000, right, Danny boy?”
“Me losing is not a possibility, but to satisfy your curious conscience, yes I do. Now are you in or not?”
“Okay, but this is big-time, Baby,” Jesse finally agrees. With a stern point of his index finger, he warns,  “Now you know there will have to be some rules, right!”
 
“Go ahead, fellows, hit me with your best shots!”
“Alright, first off, you'll have to use your video camera for proof, just like with Chief O’Brien,” Pete replies, staring at Danny with a scowl on his face. Danny quickly returns, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
 
“Good, now second rule, you can’t use the same girl twice. They all have to be different!”
“Yeah, yeah, go on,” Danny gamely urges, slowly nodding his head in anticipation, while puffing on his cigar.
“You'll also need a new video cassette that we all have to verify and sign, first!”
“Okay, is that all? I mean, do you want them all to be Chinese, or would you like to see a little variety?" Danny jokingly inquires with his hands raised in question, "... Variety is the spice of life, you know?”
 
While Danny wears a confident smile, Jesse scoffs to the other, “Man, you hear this fool wolfing?” 
The other two, officers merely chuckle, while shaking their heads, before Eddie answers the rhetorical question.  
“No, Danny, it doesn’t matter what race they are as long as you do twenty-five of them in the five days that we’re in Singapore.”
 
“Well, I don’t know, Guys, I mean twenty-five different girls in five days… that seems a little unfair. Are you sure you don’t want me to do it in three days?”  
 
Danny’s final statement is once more, met with moans, groans and lots of laughter as the four officers continue enjoying each others comradely for the remained of the night.
 
*****
 
“Man, I’m telling you, this place is great!” Eddie exclaims as he and the others happily enjoy their beer while casually soaking up the atmosphere of the nightclub.
 
“Yeah, this is Heaven, alright! I love the Hard Rock Cafe.”
“I’m sure you do!” Jesse replies, in response to Peter’s last statement, “Every port in every country we pull into you drag us to this damn place.”
 
“Well, I gotta’ keep my T-shirt collection going you know?”
“So how many shirts do you have, now, Pete?”
“I think I’ve got about thirty-eight now, and counting.”
“Damn, Man, you’re gonna’ open up your Hard Rock Cafe shirt shop?” Jesse teases with a friendly chuckle before taking another, giant swig from his glass of beer.
 
“Yeah, I didn’t know they had that many Hard Rock Cafes.”
“Sure they do, Eddie, but most of them are bootlegs.”
“Yeah, well, I still think...”
Scottie’s sentence cuts short when Danny returns from the dance floor arm and arm with a lovely, young, Chinese lady.
“Lori, I’d like you to meet the guys; guys, this is Lori… she’s a C.P.A.” Danny brags, wearing his usual handsome smile. After all the pleasantries are made Eddie casually inquires with a smile, “So, what are you two beautiful people getting into tonight?”
 
“We’re just gonna’ take a little walk around the block. We’ll be back a little later, cause as you all know, I’ve still got a lot of businesses to take care of before this port visit is finished.”
 
“Oh, nooo! I thought we were going to spend a little time together,”  Lori replies with a thick Asian accent and a slight frown on her pretty face.
 
“Well, yeah, but like I told ya’ on the dance floor,  the guys and I got a little something going on, tonight, don’t we fellows?”
Right on cue, the others quickly agree with their good friend, knowing full-well that what he’s talking about has everything to do with the little bet they’ve all conspired, together.
 
“Oh yeah, sure, Danny-boy. We need to handle that, too. So you go on and have fun, but we’ll need you later.”
 
“Yeah, I understand, Jesse, ma' boy; what do you say we meet back here in about an hour of two?”
“Yeah, I guess we can hold off for a few hours, what do you say, fellows?”
When the others agree to Pete’s statement, Danny gives them all an assuring, cocky smirk before he and his latest conquest are out the door.
 
“How do you like the nerve of that guy, getting us all to lie to that beautiful, young lady?” Jesse jokingly scoffs before taking another giant gulp from his glass, to which Peter casually replies, “Yeah, Old Danny-boy sure can pick ‘em. Did you see the ‘boobs’ on that chick?”
 
“Hell yeah, how could you miss ‘em? I’m sure you could see them from down the street; they’re massive (especially for a little, Chinese girl like that)!”  
 
Cooper finishes his statement with his eyes arched in disbelief and his hands graphically extended in front of his chest. Of course, Jesse, who’s also impressed with the young lady’s physical stature, adds his two cents.
 
“Oh man, oh man! I can’t wait to see the video of her! How’s he doing so far?”
“Well, so far old Danny-boy has nailed sixteen women in four days!”
In response to Eddie's last statement, Jesse Cooper gasps, “Damn, that’s four women a night! That must be a record, right?”
 
“Hell, yeah, that guy’s like the Energizer bunny.” 
A round of laughter fills the tiny table over Eddie's last observation. 
“I’m serious! He just keeps going on and on and on!”
“Yeah, well he’s good, but I don’t believe he’s that damn good. Nobody is! Are you sure he’s sticking to all the rules?”
After finishing the rest of his beer, Eddie happily informs, “Oh yeah, I’ve been following his progress closely. When you two had duty the day we pulled into port, which was Wednesday, Danny-boy and I went to Sentosa Island, where we met these three, beautiful Malaysian females. They took us to this restaurant just off of Orchard Road, near the McDonald’s," Eddie casually explains as the other two officers listen with great interest.
 
"... Well, we hadn’t even started our meal when the fool began working on the ugliest one; the pretty one, who thought she was the cat’s meow, got jealous, and they started fighting for Danny’s attention.”
 
“Yeah, and I’ll bet he loved that.”
“Oh, you’d better believe it Jesse; the fool was eating it all up.”
“Yeah, yeah, so what happened, Man?”
“You know what happened, Cooper! We took them back to the hotel room, got them drunk, and Danny had all three of them while I was there to document it all on film.”
 
“Awe, come on, now, Eddie! Don’t tell me you didn’t do a little indulging yourself.”
“Oh, hell no, not me. You know I got a wife and three kids!”
“Yeah, right, Eddie; as if that’s ever stopped a sailor before.”
“Hey, if I’m lying I’m dying,” Eddie squawks in his defense, “I never touched any of them… well, I mean, I did cop a couple of feels of tits and ass, then went to the bathroom and beat off; but I didn’t screw them.”  
 
Eddie's statement causes the others to cackle with laughter.
“You’re sick, Man! And you need just as much help as old, Danny-boy!” Jesse teases before calling the waitress over to order another round of beers for the table. With a toss of his hand, Eddie scoffs, “Yeah, as if you wouldn’t have done the same.”
 
“Oh, no, buddy if I were there I would have tore into some serious Chinese ass! We're officers of the United States Navy, baby! That's what we're here for.”
 
“Oh, so who’s the sick one, now, Jesse?” Eddie quickly chuckles, "Man, you've been hanging around Danny too long."
After the laughter dies, Jesse answers in his defense, “They were all drunk! They wouldn’t have known the difference?”
“Well, the point is, Danny’s been doing his thing. I mean, the poor fool’s been working like a dog to score as much ass as he can the whole time we’ve been here.”
 
“Yeah, I’ll have to agree with you there, Eddie. I don’t think he’s had too much of a good time here because all he’s been trying to do is get laid.”
“Awe, you two are breaking my heart,” Jesse sarcastically retorts, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Poor, Danny’s been
getting oh so much snatch that he hasn’t enjoyed his port visit, huh? Get real!” He scoffs with a toss of his hand, before adding with a mild grimace, “I hope you two clowns aren’t thinking about letting him out of the bet. Because I happen to know a little secret... It seems that Danny-boy is going around asking some of the female deck seamen in his department if they want to earn a little extra cash this port visit, and yawl’ know what that means.”
 
“What? Get the hell out of here!”
“It’s the truth," insists Jesse. "I heard it from Angela Rodriguez, (the dental technician who stood the duty watch with me, yesterday). She told me, on the side, that one of her friends, Seaman Julie Jacobs met him at his hotel, yesterday and he was going to pay her a hundred dollars.”  
 
The others gasp at Jesse’s shocking revelation, but Jesse's not finished.
“Hey, that’s not all, either. Another seaman from Danny’s department, I think her name is, Debra Collins, she’s getting a perfect Evaluation report and a Navy Achievement Medal from Danny, once the ship pulls out of this port.”
 
“She’s getting a Navy Achievement Medal… for what, giving up some ass?”
“It appears that way, Eddie. So what do you think we should do about it?”
“Not a damn thing!" Jesse Cooper states with authority, "Let’s just sit back and give old, Danny-boy enough rope to hang himself with.”
 
“But look, if he’s paying the girls in his department to win this bet....”
“Don’t worry, Pete,” Eddie casually urges, “this is one bet Danny’s not going to win. We pull out tomorrow afternoon, and he’s still got about nine women to go."
 
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't go counting on that thousand dollars yet, Eddie. After all, it's only a little after 6 pm," Jesse explains while looking briefly at his expensive, designer watch. "Danny is already with woman number 16 and probably knee-deep in her sweet stuff. Plus, liberty call isn't over until tomorrow morning, which means he still has about 12 hours to make it happen. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm getting kind of worried."
 
"Well, one thing we can do if (and only if) he should win, is we can protest the fact that he’s been paying the girls in his department; that can't be fair."
 
When Peter finishes what he has to say, both Eddie and Jessie shake their heads in disagreement.
"No, that won't work," Jesse scoffs with a quick toss of his hand, "It wasn't one of the rules we agreed on when we made the damn, bet."  
 
"Yeah, well I know one thing, I can't afford to give that fool a thousand dollars of my hard earned money," Peter growls, to which Eddie returns, "Well, first off, no one held a gun to any of our heads. Secondly, when Danny boy gets back, we're going to have to try to keep him here for as long as possible. We'll get him drunk, or hold him down, whatever we have to do to ensure that he won't win this damn bet!"
 
At that moment, Eddie's high-powered cell phone rings.
"Who the hell is calling you in Singapore?" Jesse scoffs, "You got a secret love over here or something?"
"No, no, it's old Danny boy, himself," Eddie smiles after pulling out his cell phone. "Speak of the devil and he will appear."
"Probably calling to gloat about that last hottie he left with."
 
"Hey man, what's wrong? I thought this phone was only supposed to be used for emergencies?" Eddie states with urgency in his strong, baritone voice. And through the receiver Danny exclaims, "This ‘is’ an emergency! I'm just calling to let you losers know that this is it! Get your wallets ready because I've got the hook-up!"
 
"The hook-up? Man, the hell are you talking about?"
"What I'm saying is the mother load!" Danny excitedly brags, "I'm talking about ten, gorgeous, Chinese women, in one place at one time, and all standing in line waiting to help me win my three thousand dollars from you fools while fucking my way into history!"  
 
"What do you mean, ‘ten women at once’?" Eddie scoffs as beads of sweat begin to form on the top of his forehead.
"I mean me getting my dick wet up in all kinds of sweet, Asian pie and winning the bet all in one night. Look, set your phone to video conference, so I can talk to all three of you."
 
As requested, Eddie presses a few buttons on his expensive, smartphone so that he and the others can now see Danny's handsome face, smiling back at them. Ever so quickly, Eddie rests his cell phone against an empty glass of beer so that both Cooper and Jesse can see Danny (and visa versus).
 
"Okay, Danny, you're live! Can you see us?"
"Yeah, and like I said, I'm about to score the motherload. After I left Miss thing in the hotel room, I met this dude named, Fang," Danny excitedly explains, as the other three officers listen with great interest. 
 
"... we talked, I told him about our little bet and low and behold, he happens to be a member of one of the hottest swingers clubs in Singapore called, oh I forget the name! Right now, I'm at a hotel waiting for him to bring over ten of his most sexy, gorgeous Chinese swinging partners."
 
"WHAT? Are you kidding me, Danny?" Jesse scoffs with a grimace on his clean, shaven face, "You found a sex club and you didn't have the common courtesy to invite us?"
 
"There's no time for that," Danny quickly returns, "I've got three thousand dollars to win, and guess what; you three, losers are going to have a front row, ringside seat to all the festivities about to take place, while they're taking place."
 
"Awe, come on, Danny; there's no way in hell you're going to do ten women in one night?" retorts Eddie, to which Cooper also agrees, "That's right man! Even if you can get ten women stupid enough to do it, you're not Superman. You couldn't keep it up that long."
 
"Oh, I beg to differ, Cooper ma' man! Notice, if you will, this wonderful, little device I'm holding."
Danny pauses only long enough to show them his hand, which displays an intriguing, little circular, piece of plastic with two pieces of string on opposite sides. "This, my friend, is called a 'cock ring'!" Danny casually informs after the questions from the others concerning its name and function. "They are extremely popular in this country because all you have to do is slip it around your hardened cock. Yuu pull the strings snugly around it, tie them together, and your cock stays hard for hours, upon hours, upon hours; allowing a lucky bastard like myself to fuck and fuck, and fuck again, all night long hell, all week long if necessary."
 
"I've heard about those things, Danny," Cooper warns, "They keep the blood from leaving your dick by constricting the veins flow, which is essentially cutting off the circulation; that can be very dangerous, man."
 
“That’s right, man, you’re not supposed to wear them for longer than thirty minutes,” Eddie also warns, but Danny, being far too excited and arrogant, quickly interrupts, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know; read the warning on the box. Look, the point is, I'm about to make history here," he exclaims with euphoric glee in his whole demeanor. "In fact, I've got Chief Martin on the other line. He's got his smartphone hooked up the sixty-inch, giant screen television, in the main lounge of the second deck, also connected to the DVD recorder in the main officer's lounge, and the aviation lounge. So pretty much, the whole, damn, ship will be able to see me in action at the same time, plus there will be a couple of compact disks on record."
 
"WHAT! Danny are you fucking insane?" Cooper barks, dripping in disbelief, "You're going to record it?"
Before Danny can answer, Jesse jumps in, "Do you know how much trouble we all could get into if the Captain, hears about this?"
 
"Forget about the Captain," Eddie also joins in, "All four of us, along with the Captain, the Executive Officer, the Chief Engineer, Chief Master At Arms; the whole damn ship's chain of command could all go to jail, and get kicked out of the Navy if one of them dizzy-ass bitches on the ship sees it and decides to yell sexual harassment; you know how anal retentive the military has become since that tail-hook, bullshit."
 
"That's right, Danny, the whole damn world still has us all under the microscope, and..."
Jesse's sentence is cut short when Danny quickly interrupts, "Look, I don't give a shit one way or the other about any of that crap. I just wanted a DVD recording of proof that I won our little bet, and that I am the true, great, White hunter, who travels the world concurring pussy in every sense of the word."
 
"Wait a minute, Danny, you mean you’d jeopardized the whole chain of command and all your friends for a lousy, three thousand dollars?"
"Oh, quit being so damn, melodramatic; I just don't want any of you clowns getting any ideas of trying to welch out on our bet."
 
At that moment, Danny stops talking for there is a knock at the door. "Okay you guys, this is it! I'm keeping this phone's video camera rolling, so you three are welcomed to enjoy the show or you can sit there brooding over all the money you're about to lose. Either way, I've got to go, see ya' after the show."
 
With that said, the three officers sit silently at their table, as they watch Danny quickly place his cell phone on the shelf, in the closet, with the lens facing the bed. And after rushing to the table across from the bed, Danny turns on his video camera and covers it with his jacket so that it is invisible from view, but with the lens able to see the entire length of the giant, king-sized bed. Then, ever so excitedly, Danny swings the door open to see five of the most beautiful, young ladies he has ever seen, along with Mr. Fang, who states with a thick, Asian accent, "Hi Danny...this is Vivian, Lucy, Ling, Mei Ling, and Ginger... Ladies this is Danny, the American Sailor I told you about."
 
As Danny steps aside allowing his guests to enter the spacious, hotel room, he scoffs, "Well, this is great! You guys are really beautiful, all five of you; but I thought you said you had 10 friends."
"Yes, yes, the others are on their way, only the six of us could fit into one taxi," Fang softly informs as the five females begin to make themselves at home by removing their clothes, and serving themselves drinks from the room’s fancy, wet bar.
 
"Come on, Danny," lovely Vivian calls with a crank of her index finger after letting her thin, designer dress fall from her tight, slender body, and onto the floor. "Don't worry, the others will be along shortly."
 
"Yeah, Danny, I thought we were all here to have a little fun," adds the shorter, but far more attractive Ling, who now wears only a very tiny, pair of thin (practically see through), cotton panties. However, Mai Ling, the older, shapelier of the five, doesn't wait for Danny to take his clothes off before she unzips his pants. And while dropping to her knees, she pulls from within his pants, Danny's half-limp penis, and quickly places it in her tiny mouth. Mai Ling does all this seemingly in one quick motion. When she does, two of the other, four ladies,  Vivian and Ling, quickly crawl into the giant, bed and began kissing and fondling one another.
 
Meanwhile, Fang wraps Ginger in his arms and they begin a series of lip-smacking kisses. Lucy, the fifth female within the room also gets into the act by helping Danny out of the rest of his clothes, until he stands as naked as everyone else in the massive room. As Mai Ling slowly guides Danny down on the bed, with his erection standing as straight as six o'clock, Danny informs them of the cock ring in his pocket. Lucy retrieves it and places it around the base of Danny's throbbing organ of lust while Mai Ling sucks resumes her masterful sucking on his dick like a lollipop, if only to keep the blood flow exactly where it is. Danny is in all his glory as Vivian and Ling both kiss his neck, face, lips and chest. While this is going on, Mai Ling pulls from her handbag, four-foot long pieces of rope, two of which she hands to Lucy.
 
While all this is going on, Danny takes a quick, sneak peak over at the shelf, where he has stashed his expensive, smartphone and after a cocky smile and quick wink, he gently paws Vivian's shapely behind with one hand as Lucy slowly sits on his other hand. Ever so seductively, she mashes and rotates her rear end all over Danny's lucky hand as she slowly, but expertly ties one of the pieces of rope around his wrist and the bed post. Of course, Danny doesn't notice, he is much too busy enjoying the wonderful sensation of Mai Ling's soft, sexy lips as they wrap themselves tightly around his penis. Ever so slowly, her magical lips glide up and down the length of Danny's ridge cock, while both, Vivian and Ling take turns sucking and licking his balls.
 
The three officers at the bar, (Eddie, Jesse, and Cooper) continue to watch with mixed feelings of resentment, anger, and pride, as Vivian spins herself around and slowly straddles Danny's face. The three officers wish with all their hearts that it was them in Danny's hotel room. What they don't see is that while Vivian slowly but firmly mashing her tender, sweet, pussy down on Danny's lips and tongue, Lucy (who is still sitting on his hand) ties his wrist to the other bedpost. And while Vivian rides Danny's face, as Lucy grinds her sweet pussy all over his fingers, along with Mai Ling sucking (with great expertise) his throbbing penis, as well as Ling sucking and licking his balls; the sensation is far too much for any normal mortal to endure for too long. Danny goes off like an M-80 firecracker, sending his love-gel high into the air, and splattering all over the ladies as if the sky was raining cum.
 
Danny is in a realm of complete and utter Nirvana as he lies there all spent and relaxed. He thinks to himself how unbelievably lucky he wore his cock ring, for although he has just exploded like a nuclear reactor in a small, Russian town, he is indeed ready for round two. He watches with great anticipation as the ladies quickly clean themselves, the bed and himself. It is not until there is a knock at the door that he notices both his wrists and one leg has been tied to the bedposts. However, before he can question it, his train of thought is derailed with Fang states, "Danny, the rest of the gang is here, is it okay to let them in?"
 
"Hell yeah, it's okay," Danny gleefully chuckles, no longer caring that his arms and one leg have been restrained. "In fact, tell them to hurry up and get their clothes off, get in line, and come get some."
 
With that said, Fang does as requested, and as Fang promised, in walks five more ladies, and although they are not nearly as attractive as the first five, Danny doesn't care. He is busy watching as Lucy does an erotic dance standing directly over his head, giving him a perfect view up between her sexy legs. Danny smiles gleefully, as he stares with great interests at the wondrous sight. At that moment, one of the new visitors straddles herself down on top of Danny's wicked erection. The very first thing that Danny notices is that she is not nearly as attractive as any of the first five females.
 
“Well, hello, precious,” Danny happily greets as she dances and grinds herself down on his penis. “And what might your name be?”
 
There is no answer to Danny's rhetorical question. Instead, the big breasted lady, who happily dances on his lap reaches back and without warning, she plunged her middle finger deep up Danny's ass. When she does, Danny lets out a loud yell, not because it is painful, but because it was unexpected. And it is at that moment when Lucy (who still dances above him) kicks him in the face. The three officers at the bar, all gasp in horror as they watch Lucy continuously stomp Danny's face, while Mai Ling wraps her tiny hands tightly around his neck and chokes him with all her might. After finishing her vicious assault, Lucy jumps from the bed and begins putting on her clothes.
 
One of the new girls pulls from her handbag a red, plastic ball with straps on the sides. Ever so expeditiously, she forces the ball into Danny's mouth and wrapping the straps tightly around both sides of his head, she buckles them together. As everyone gathers around the giant bed, Vivian, who now is also fully dressed, hands Mai Ling a black, vinyl BDSM head mask, with a seven-inch plastic dick for a nose. Mai Ling places the mask over and down around Danny's face and after zipping it tightly around Danny's neck, she straddles his face. Lowering herself onto the long nose/dick, she rides Danny's face for all she's worth... until she has totally splashed her juices all over his face, which really doesn't take long, at all. Danny struggles with all his might to free himself, but of course, his arms are still very much restrained. He also watches as Vivian, Mai Ling, and Lucy (the only true, natural females in the room of 12 people, rummage through all his personal belonging, stealing his money, credit cards, traveler's checks, jewelry, military identification and clothes; still, the worst is yet to “cum”.  
 
A very dazed and confused Danny sees from the corner of his eyes, that everyone is undressing, and much to his horror, at least six of those 'lovely women' to whom he wanted to screw so bad, all have dicks, all different in size and girth. Danny tried to scream out in horror as the big-breasted, girl riding his penis so expertly, stands and lifting her short skirt, reveals to Danny a huge, nine-inch penis. One of the others hands her some lubricant that she uses to grease up her massive dick, and once she's finished she wastes no time at all slamming that giant cock deep, deep, DEEEEEP up Danny's ass. However, Danny, who unbeknownst to anyone, had been secretly using a vibrator and dildo up his ass for the past two years, doesn’t feel nearly as much pain as it looks to his three friends watching at the bar (all of whom winch and flinch with horror). 
 
The transgender person rams Danny’s asshole again and again... and again, until the 'he/she' shoots her love gel deep within the bowels of Danny's ass. However, the torture isn't over yet, as yet, another transgender with big, massive, breast enlargements, straddle Danny's face. The chick with a dick slowly impales her asshole on the rubber cock of Danny's mask. Through the tiny slits for eyes of the mask, Danny watches in share terror as the 'he/she's large dick and balls slam up and down against his face, while the 'he/she' rides his nose/cock like a wild, cowgirl, on a midnight run.
 
Danny is unable to escape the reality of the aforementioned horror, or to wrap his mind around the situation for what it truly is, before, once again, another 'he/she' seizes the opportunity to fuck him all up in the ass, while yet, another 'he/she' impales its asshole tightly around the nose/dick. All three officers in the club, as well as, any and every crew member on the ship, who happened to be in one of the four lounges watching, are all mortified as they witness every male's worst and most horrid nightmare come to pass, right before their eyes. Over and over (and over) again, all through the night, and well into the late hours of the morning, Danny gets fucked long, hard and fast by every person in the room, at least three to four times. And as if that isn’t bad enough, Mr. Fang has also invited, perhaps 20 to 40 other members from the club.  
 
Also much to Danny's chagrin, he gets his naked ass beaten on several occasions with leather whips; his picture is taken as the club members share in on the ultimate free for all. The poor Sailor is double and triple teamed, having transgender people simultaneously riding his nose/dick, fucking his asshole, and since he's wearing a cock ring, his penis also gets the rides and sucking of its life. Unbeknown to Danny, this particular club was, in fact, one of the island country's most popular swinger's clubs, known mostly for it's a high number of members described in its adds as, 'The largest chicks with dicks club in all of Asia'. Even Mr. Fang gets in on the act. He unstraps Danny's ankle and four he/she's holds Danny's legs apart, bending them at the knees. It gives Fang and others perfect and unobstructed access to the used and abused asshole). Fang pulls out his seven-inch, dick and fucks that poor child's bloodied, asshole as if the fine art of ass fucking were about to go out of style.
 
Although Danny is far more horrified over being watched by the entire ship (than any pain he may be feeling) his screeches and howls of agony goes virtually unnoticed (due to the ball in his mouth and the vinyl mask over his head, muffling any real sound). Meanwhile, all of his fellow shipmates, watching in mortified horror are helpless to do anything to help, for no one actually knows where he his, since he refused to tell anyone, for fear that they would try to stop him from doing so. The ironic twist to the whole ordeal is the fact that, for better or worse, Danny actually won his bet (and everyone on the ship and probably now the whole damn military knows it). For Danny has become a part of Military, Urban legend, a Rekeauxian folklore, and boot-camp, horror tale. And the moral of the story is... pick one, there are several.
 
 
THE END


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