Johnny’s room service banquet came quickly and soon he was
full and relaxed. The time had
come for the next act of the plot, his phone call to the old man to get the
ball rolling. He plucked the old man’s telephone number from his jean pocket
dialed the number and laid back on the bed as the phone began ringing. He was
looking forward to this call to make the old man squirm. “Squeezing thousands
from him for just a few hours drinking fine liquor and relaxing in the old man’s
palace, though I was bored, is really a great gig”. Johnny thought. Johnny couldn’t hold in his chuckled thinking
about being paid for being bored when the old man answered the phone. The old man’s voice made him sound confident
Johnny thought. Johnny then struggled to hold back excitement in his voice knowing
that old man’s confidence was going to be ruined by this scam.
When Johnny started talking he felt at ease rolling his
accusations against the old man out from his stubble lips like he was born to
do it. He knew he was a natural, just as the gods of mythology ruled supreme
over all humans easily extracting their will so did he. He could hear the old man breaking down
on the phone and relished the vision of his pain as he spoke on about how
terrible it was for him to have been sexually assaulted by the old man. He went
on to describe worse and worse sexual acts letting the old man know exactly what
his accusations would be. He knew that pain meant money and so did shame and
embarrassment and with this rich old bastard that meant a lot. Johnny finally
spoke the final words as instructed by the woman letting the old man know he
had to do something to “fix the problem”.
The old man barely spoke throughout except to repeatedly tell Johnny he
was lying, first softly then gradually getting louder until Johnny knew he had
him. Johnny hung up the phone as
there was nothing left to do, he had completed his role as the woman had
instructed. He glanced down at his watch and knew that the woman should be
meeting with the old man in just 45 minutes. He laughed as he dragged his finger through the tiramisu
stuffing it into his mouth with glee thinking about how wonderful life was.
Johnny woke up after dozing off and realized that several
hours had passed and the day had turned to evening. As soon as his head cleared he pulled his legs over the edge
of the bed and groggily sat up turning on the bedside table lamp. He began wondering about the woman as now
hours had passed since the time she was to meet with the old man and he looked
over to the hotel phone to see if he had missed a call. The red light was dark
on the phone and Johnny knew she hadn’t called. He became nervous for a moment wondering if there might be
some treachery at work. He got up and began pacing but as he threw open the curtains
and looked out on the lit up landscape of Palm Springs with twinkling lights
against a darkened out desert background Johnny realized that the woman needed
him to finish this plan and became relaxed again.
His thoughts stopped racing and he sat there gazing into the
night then becoming anxious to leave the hotel room wanting to become part of
that night. He wanted sex foremost, a little cocaine, and some good vodka but
his spending cash was getting low.
Johnny decided to make it a winning situation and seek out a paying
trick hoping he was lucky enough to find a trick with coke that would share. He had a luxurious room and while he
was down at the bar he would get the maids to clean it up so it would be
perfect to bring a trick back to. Johnny began hoping he would find a paying
customer tonight that wanted to suck him off because he was in the mood for it
and getting paid for it made it even better. Even if they wanted something else
Johnny was horny and he was willing to do anything sexual to get off tonight
and he didn’t care with whom except that they were paying. Since this hotel was a 5 star he knew he
could get top dollar for whatever they wanted. He became more excited about his
night ahead as he began deciding on what to wear. He didn’t have much clothes
and Johnny pondered about dressing as a woman again but decided against it since
his feet were hurting from his previous long night wearing heels. He shook out the shirt and jeans that
the woman gave him and slipped them back onto his pale small body and headed
down to the hotel bar.
When he got to the hotel bar set off to the side of the
lounge area away from the lobby bustle he was surprised to see that there were
several people already there but not so many that he wouldn’t find a seat at
the bar. Johnny’s experience was that the best place to find a trick was to sit
at the bar. He skimmed the bar looking for the most opportune trick and was surprised
to see Rooskie sitting at the very far end corner with several beautiful women
hanging on his body vying for his attention. Johnny thought he was wearing the same shirt he had on the
evening previous but he wasn’t sure.
As Johnny contemplated this further staring at Rooskie he noticed
Rooskie’s eyes meeting his. The way Rooskie peered at him made it clear to
Johnny that he should not approach him. Johnny waited for his martini wondering how Rooskie could
have so many beautiful women attracted to him. Johnny didn’t think Rooskie’s
looks matched his success and wondered whether he could get cocaine from
Rooskie. But he didn’t dare approach Rooskie after the look he got. Rooskie was
not someone Johnny wanted on his bad side.
Before long Rooskie got up and left with the women and Johnny
watched as they headed towards the rooms. After Johnny’s second martini he
still had not encountered anyone that would pay him for sex. He had made a few
passes and there were no takers, not even for sex he was willing to give away
for free. He became frustrated by this and was about to leave the bar when he
saw the woman walking hurriedly by in the hotel lobby her religious robes
flowing. He got up to run after her
but when he got close she waved him forward telling him to quickly put on his
religious robes and meet her back in the hotel lobby in 15 minutes.
Johnny was pleased and excited again just to see the woman and
hurried to his room to make the time line. He was even more excited that he was
going to get the woman all to himself since clearly Rooskie with his entourage
of beautiful women would not be attending. When Johnny got back downstairs he looked down at his watch
and knew he had made it in exactly 15 minutes and knew the woman would be proud
of him. He surveyed the room and he saw her moving through a large crowd of
people who looked like they were about to go onto a tour bus waiting in front
of the hotel. He struggled to push through the crowd to reach her his robe
getting caught in pressing bodies until finally he was ready to scream and beat
his way out through to her. Just then he felt her small soft hand grab his and she
was pulling him through the crowd and closer to her. She kept pulling until she
had him close enough to whisper in his ear. “ These people are going to a
religious gathering and I intend to make some of them my paying disciples. Just
stay quiet and don’t speak until I get a chance to tell you more. We are going
to rake it in tonight!” The woman was lit up and her face beamed with joy.
Johnny once again felt the moisture of her breath in his ear and he felt
sexually charged. He followed
closely behind her as they entered the bus and sat down next to her. The woman
knew several people on this bus already and they were addressing her as “Sister
Tatiana”. Johnny could see the
trust in their eyes as they conversed with the woman about their illness
problems and he felt even more sexually charged.
The bus rambled for what seemed like forever to Johnny who
was wishing hopelessly for another martini. He suffered through the religious
hymns being sung and relentless religious chatter until the bus eventually stopped
in a large unpopulated desert area. There were several large white tents up and
hundreds of people walking around.
He felt the woman whisper in his ear again telling him to go to the last
white tent on the field and wait for her there and to talk to no one. Johnny
could barely keep himself under control when he felt her hot breath again. She
grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard and Johnny could feel his heart pulse
harder and harder as she squeezed.
The bus was dispersing and it shoved him forward until he was pushed out
and onto the desert sand floor almost falling. When he regained his balance fully he looked around and saw
the woman ahead of him and walking towards the last white tent she had told
Johnny to go to. Johnny followed her his robes getting dirty from the desert
sand but his focus remained on the woman as he trudged through the sand.
