[LeDivorcee]

CHAPTER 3

Alice lay sprawled on the big bed, waiting. She turned her head and watched herself as he must see her: Naked, legs akimbo, a sheen of wetness around her bare mound and slit.
I'm officially a whore now.
She heard the door and involuntarily closed her legs and covered her breasts. She looked over and saw Tony enter the room, dressed in Armani. Her brow furrowed.
"Fuck,” she said aloud.
"Got that right,” Tony replied. “Didn't think I was gonna miss this fuckin’ moment, did ya?"
Alice groaned inwardly. The idea of this fat man climbing on her made her cringe. “You'll crush me,” she protested.
"Relax,” he said. “I only wanna BJ, OK?"
Alice almost felt relief. It was a Hobson's choice, to be sure, but if she had to, she'd prefer a blowjob to the alternatives.
He sat on the edge of the bed. Alice unzipped him and fished out his flaccid cock that reminded her of a fat worm. Hiding her revulsion, she leaned in and took the remnant of flesh into her mouth.
It took a very long time to make him hard. She licked and stroked his member until her mouth ached. Finally, she sensed him growing hard and increased her efforts. Once, she caught a glimpse of her and Tony on the large screen: her crouching between his large thighs, sucking for all she was worth, him with his eyes closed and his face radiating pleasure.
With a sudden spasm, he came and she coughed on his bitter sperm. Most leaked out around his rapidly diminishing cock and ran down her chin.
"Hey, you're supposta swallow,” he rumbled, clearly offended.
"I did—most of it,” she lied. “You just came too much for me."
He grinned and seemed mollified by this false compliment. He zipped up his pants and told her: “I always wanted to fuck that pretty face of yours. When you first came into my place, all high and mighty, I told Paulo chances were good I'd get a crack atcha. You don't look so high and mighty now, do ya, girl?"
Alice bit her tongue and said nothing. Tony laughed, rolled off the bed and stood up. “See ya later, OK? Maybe I'll have you come by for a little interest payment sometime, huh?"
Her blood ran cold. “We have a deal—this ends it."
"Oh, right—that's only if you make it through the night.” He paused. “'Course, you haven't met Mario yet, have ya?” He chuckled evilly. “Mario's gonna love you, I can tell you."
With that, he waddled his bulk out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Alice wasn't sure what Tony had meant, but she worried she was about to find out.

When the door opened again, she expected a monster. Instead, a handsome young man strolled in, his face breaking into a broad smile when he spotted her.
"Howya doin'?"
He was barrel-chested, strong, and most certainly Italian with his thick black hair and beak nose. Alice sat up. She wasn't sure how to react to this man. If he had winked at her on the street, she would have been flattered. “Mr. Sargetti?"
"No, I'm Mario,” the man said. “Mr. Sargetti will be along later. He asked me to fill in for him, so to speak."
Alice nodded. “You're the guy Tony mentioned."
He shrugged. “Whatever."
With that, the man began undressing. He seemed proud of his body, swaggering a bit, acting like a ladies man. He carefully hung the suit over the back of a nearby chair. When he took off his shirt, Alice was dismayed to see he had a chestful of black, curly hair.
God, I'm being asked to fuck an ape!
She sank back, resigned. So much for Richard Gere. She knew now she had made a mistake agreeing to Tony's terms. To get out of it now would be impossible. A thought struck her. She sat up again. “You have to wear a condom,” he said in her best schoolteacher voice. “I'm not on the pill."
He shrugged. “Sure,” he said, removing his pants. “Long as you put it on for me.” Alice felt relief for a moment—until he slipped off his boxer shorts.