“You make a good point.” “Something doesn’t feel right though” Roger said silently to himself.
“Good. I’ll be in my room. You make sure you write what you were hired for, Roger. You have five hours to compose a fifteen page script about your theme.”
“OK, will do.”
***
Roger gets to work. He starts writing a script about how women are exploited and do not get in touch with their sensitive side in the United States. He gets pissed off about the idea, about the paradox of the whole thing. He was practically kidnapped, every sex scene was cleverly orchestrated to fit a certain purpose. But what was that purpose?
First of all, Roger felt the need to grab a bite, so he could think this through clearly. He got out of his room, went downstairs, into the hotel restaurant, and sat at a table. The waiter took his order, and soon came back with his food. He ate heartily, but had a few scraps left. He decided he wanted them to go, so he packed it up and went outside for some fresh air.
The view was very nice, seeing Rio at a distance, all the commotion and activity being heard from the hotel parking lot. Getting inspiration from the view, Roger quickly decided to head back in the room to write.
Before entering the hotel, he circles around it. In the back he sees a giant trash can, and quickly decides to discard his food scraps. He opens the trash can, and throws the scraps, but something catches his eyes. A pair of glasses reflect the sunlight and flash a small beam of light into Roger’s face.
Roger looks even closer, and reaches an interesting conclusion. The glasses resemble a lot those that Mr. Larsen was wearing. He becomes very suspicious. He grabs the glasses and closely examines them. They seem to have a bit of blood on them. A hotel employee walks by, so Roger carefully puts the glasses in his pocket.
“This is really fucking weird. I don't think this is the place for me,” he whispered to himself.
“You should be working, not sitting around out here. Naughty, naughty,” Angela said, appearing magically behind Roger’s back.
“Fuck! You’re stalking me? Not cool. I don’t usually work like this. I need my space!”
“Then get to it. Don’t be so curious. In Brazil, curious people get shot first.”
“Is that a threat? Are you threatening me?”
Angela gets close to Roger.
“Relax, Roger. I prepared a surprise for you, sitting in your room, on your bed. It should prove sufficient incentive for you to calm down. Now, be a good boy and go to your room, pretend you’re surprised, have some fun, but most importantly, WORK. WORK HARD, that’s what you came here for. Alright?”
“OK, since you got something nice for me I think I’ll head back and… work.”
Roger turns his back on Angela, and heads toward his room. He frowns in suspicion, thinking the worst has happened to Mr. Larsen since he objected to Alvaro’s terms. In his room, he finds the black woman that Alvaro and Mr. Ferreira fucked, spread on the bed, wearing a green lingerie.
“Hello, Roger. Alvaro thought I should pay you a visit. You seemed very tense and agitated, and you gave me a special look the last time I put up a show. So I think you’ll be interested in having some fun with me.”
“Look, I really need to get to work. There’s a lot of pressure on me. You've got to understand!”
“The only thing I understand is that you’re not fit for work. Not like this. I must tend to your needs. I can clearly see you neglected them.”
The black girl approaches him, grabbing his cock through his pants. Roger freezes, but let's the girl carry on. She pulls out his dick, and starts sucking him with passion. Roger can only sit and watch her as she pleases him.
He forgets about his troubles, and starts to get undressed and at the same time, licks the girl’s ass and pussy. He is filled with joy and desire, rips apart her underwear, and starts fucking her with a lot of ambition. Then he flips her over and fucks her missionary style. While doing this, he takes out his phone, and starts filming what he’s doing.
“I've got to record this. It’s amazing. At least I’ll have this memory when I head home!”
“Stop filming, you idiot!” says the girl, grabbing his phone and throwing it towards the wall, breaking it to bits.
“You fucking bitch! You broke my phone!”
“No filming, house rules. Don’t worry, we’ll give you another by tomorrow. This was just a warning for not obeying the rules.”
“Great. Fucking great. So are there other rules I should be familiar with while fucking?”
“Yes, in case you suffer property damage, you can pick any hole to fuck. So, how does my ass sound?”
“Sounds pretty good.”
Roger bends her over and takes a look at her ass. Tight and neat, he takes his cock and gently inserts it. He feels it barely getting in, and forces it a little, leaving the girl tense and moaning.
“I’ve never done this before. You’re pretty tight.”
“Thanks. I can see you’re new in this field. Just spit on it and let it slide.”
“Will do.”
Roger starts to get the hang of it, fucking and stretching her ass good. He fucks her doggy style, then flips her over the head, and starts fucking her ass from up top. He does this until completion, cumming on her body and hair.
The girl gets up, goes to the bathroom to wash her face, mumbles something in Portuguese, and leaves Roger’s room. After this, Roger gets himself clean, and starts to write a script on the topic on the monotonous sex lives of Americans. He gets frustrated because of the subject, quickly deciding to quit doing it, and start looking for the people allegedly sent home.
He heads outside, looking around if he is being watched, but no one is in sight. He looks around the place where he found the bloody glasses, to see if there is any trace leading somewhere. Suddenly he turns around, and finds Ming, the Chinese writer, smoking a cigar and coming towards him. He tries to look idle, pretending to be looking for his phone.
“Hello. Roger, right? From the United States.”
“Yes. I don’t think I remember your name, sir.”
“I’m Ming, from China. You know, this place is great. At first, I was suspicious, I thought they were using us for cheap labor and stealing ideas, but I’m afraid, IT WORKS! I mean, look around. All the pussy you want is available. Sure they don’t give us enough booze, but marijuana still works. This is paradise man. I never want to leave this place! How about you?”
“Well, I don’t know, it’s fun and all, but at one point I might be getting homesick. You know?”
“Homesick? Ha! I’d give 20 China's for this place. Much better down here and less pollution. I don’t know what you’re up to, and frankly I don’t care, but I’m about to have a hot fuck date with some Brazilian schoolgirls in a basement. So, whatever you do, have fun!”
“Thanks. You too. Take care.”
Roger gets really agitated and decides to resume his search in the morning, when things are quiet. He heads to his room, jumps on the bed, and falls asleep right away.
***
The next morning, he gets up early, puts on some black jeans and a hood sweater, and heads back down where he found the glasses. He circles the area again, but finds nothing. Instinctively, he goes down the path Ming went, doesn’t see or find much, and proceeds to walk down near a basement entrance. He enters the room, and hears a few voices, so he takes cover behind a big crate.
“Alright, bring it in!”
A man driving a forklift transports a crate which resembles a refrigerator. He comes in fast towards the one who spoke to him.
“Easy now, slow down, you don’t want to drop the crate!”
“Relax, I've never dropped a single one. Watch this hardcore drift!”
The man driving the forklift does a drift with the four wheel contraption, and due to the torque of the maneuver, he drops the refrigerator-like crate, cracking it open and spilling out organs — liver, heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, spleen.
“Oooo shit. Sorry ma
n, I never meant to. We could pick it up.”
“No! This is your mess, you clean it up! I’m going to get something to eat!”
“Fine. Just don’t tell the boss.”
“Go find an empty container, and store the organs.”
Having seen all this, Roger is shocked. He remains hidden in his spot, and looks to see which direction the man has gone to. He tries to flee, but gets stuck with the obvious thought; they won’t let him leave. He is always hawked, and even if he isn’t right now, they’ll be looking for him, especially Angela.
He gets a strange idea. He sees a crowbar near him, and decides to take out the guy left, grab his uniform, and steal his car. After all, they were delivery boys. He grabs the crowbar and goes near the man gathering the organs.
“Say goodnight, motherfucker!”
“What the…?”
Roger smashes the man’s head with the hammer. He hits the floor instantly. Very frightened, Roger takes his clothes, drags his body and throws it and his old clothes in the broken refrigerator crate, throwing the lid on top. He looks at the pile of organs, and picks up a kidney. Then quickly drops the bag, shocked at what he saw on the label. The label read MING, CHAN.
“OOO shit! Shit! Shit, shit, shit!”, Roger whispered. “These fucks want us for organ trading. I knew it was too good to be true. I better get the fuck out of here!”
Roger gets out of the warehouse in disguise, and walks into the employee parking lot. He searches his pockets to find the man’s car keys. He pulls them out, and presses the alarm button to see which car unlocks. He finds the designated car, gets in, starts it, and heads for the ferry to take him as far away as possible.
Meanwhile, Alvaro drops by at the warehouse to see how things are going with the organ business. He arrives there and sees the mess caused by one of his employees.
“I can’t believe this shit. There are organs on the fucking floor! I’m going to have someone’s head for this!” says Alvaro, and pulls out his phone. “Ferreira, what are your men doing? This isn’t right. Wait a second, I see fresh blood on the floor. Send a team here, I think someone was very curious today.”
“Of course, sir.”
Alvaro opens the lid, and sees the corpse of one of his employees. He also sees that his clothes were stolen, and replaced by others, sitting right next to the body. He decides to call Angela.
“Angela, it’s me. I have a feeling you didn’t do what I asked of you. Check on Roger, I have a hunch he discovered our operation. I thought I sent our finest girl to console his confusion.
“You did. I’ll check on him now. Just wait a second!”
“I don’t really have enough time. I’ll hold.”
“He’s out of his room. Fuck!”
“I was right. He took Marcelo’s clothes. Trace his car by GPS and meet me outside. We’re going after this lost writer.”
“I understand. I’ll meet you outside.”
***
Roger finally arrives at the ferry. The ferries didn’t go as far as the United States, but he was satisfied to find a ferry going to Venezuela. From there he would be able to talk to someone back home to wire him some money, and buy a plane ticket.
Alvaro and Angela grab their fastest car in the parking lot, and ride to follow the GPS signal on the car Roger stole.
“ The GPS shows he is heading for the ferry,” Angela mused.
“Then we need to step on it. I want to personally cut him up and sell everything inside him.”
Roger gets on the boat and thinks about what he experienced here. He was fascinated by all Brazil had to offer, but never thought it was going to come to this.
Alvaro and Angela arrive at their destination, and see the car from far. They get out of their vehicle, and see a silhouette inside the car. Alvaro sneaks near the driver, and pulls him out of the car, thinking it’s Roger.
“Who the fuck gave you this car?”
“Relax man, some guy sold me the car for 200 real, he only wanted to get on a ferry.”
“Thanks for the info,” Alvaro shouts, and pulls out a gun and shoots the man. “Well Angela, we’re fucked. We lost him.”
From afar, the ferry boat crosses near where Alvaro and Angela found the car. Roger can see clearly that they nearly caught him, and waves them goodbye, with a smile on his face. The two see and recognize Roger, even from that distance, and Alvaro shouts:
“That’s right you fucking American! Get the fuck out of Brazil, but if you turn to the police, I swear, I’ll spend all my earnings from my business, to have your fucking head on my desk!”
As if he could hear his words, Roger smiles and shouts back:
“Thanks for the booze and free pussy!”
***
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Untouchable Me
by
Nellie Cross
Celeste Boykin was used to people giving her respect. When she was in high school, on the very first day of freshman year, she walked into the school, demanded respect from everyone, and they wouldn’t give in. Six months later, she had everyone’s respect. She terrorized the students, the staff, even the administration until she had what she wanted.
Celeste thought herself to be untouchable and irresistible to any and all men. When it came time to go to prom four years later, she subdued Ruben Johnson into being her prom date, even though Ruben — the school’s quarterback — was in a long term relationship with Lillian Lemon, the student body president.
It was just one of the many broken relationships left in her wake. The crazy thing was that Celeste never put out. She was still a virgin, a fact about her that she considered one of her proudest accomplishments.
“I’m not a whore like the rest of these broads,” she would say to anyone who would listen. She carried her petite 5’3” frame with authority and purpose.
Her demands for respect even extended into her home. Her parents were used to her rudeness, her stubbornness; they were used to her treating them as if they were beneath her and after repeated attempts to curb her behavior, they gave up and mostly kept her in the background of their lives.
Celeste loved to terrorize her stepbrother Chris the most. Even though he was a year older than her, she still scared him constantly and frequently, metaphorically standing on his neck every chance that she got.
Two months after she graduated high school, the day before Celeste was to start her new job, and two days after her 18th birthday, Celeste played what she considered to be the best prank on Chris.
Before he woke up in the morning (and Celeste knew that he woke up at the same time every day) she stapled his bed sheets to his bed, covering his head with them. She left a small opening at the foot. She watched and waited for him to start struggling with the covers before she slipped a guinea pig into the small hole she left, and watched him scream.
Chris hated rodents.
Her parents heard him screaming and came in to help him. They didn’t even scold Celeste, as they knew that there would be no point to it.
Chris had some choice words for her though. “One day, I am going to return the favor to you tenfold. I am going to scare whatever devil resides inside of you and you will remember it for the rest of your life.”
Celeste rushed into his face. “I’d like to see you try. I can never be scared. You aren’t even on the same level that I am.”
Chris smiled. “Keep telling yourself that. I know you Celeste, and I know the one thing that you hold near and dear to yourself.”
“You wish.” With a toss of her hair, Celeste left the room.
***
Celeste knew she was persistent and could get anyone to do what she wanted them to do, which was why she felt that a job selling and upgrading customers’ home phone service was perfect for her, at least until she could save up enough to go to school, o
r marry a rich man, whichever one happened first.
“Hi, I’m looking for Ella Mae Watson….”
“Hello, I’m looking for Sergio Mirabal….”
“Hey there, I’m looking for Nancy Wallace….”
“Hi, I’m looking for Eddie Ruffin….”
By the end of the day, Celeste had made four sales. She got into her leader Nicholas’s car and they rode back to their office.
“How did you do today Celeste?” he asked in his nasal voice.
“I did four.”
“That’s awesome, on your first day too? That’s why I hired you, because I knew you could get results.”
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