I return to the marina in the wee hours. The cast of characters is in rare form.
Chapter 68:
A DIFFERENT MORAL CODE
68. It was well past midnight when the taxi dropped me off at the "cornucopia of delights" marina. It had been a very long day. Up at the crack of dawn, delayed flight, hijacked by a MILF and her husband into a delightful threesome. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to climb into my soft bed in the captain's quarters on my Love Boat.
As I traversed the marina parking lot, I heard voices coming from the marina "headquarters." Although it was dark, I could vaguely make out several people sitting around the table on the large patio next to the house. I did my best to remain just a shadow, desperately trying to avoid any contact with these derelicts. Then a voice rang out. It was Percy. "As I live and breathe. It's the dumb asshole from the fancy boat! Hey, fuckface! Git yo' ass over here. Come git sum of this moonshine."
Shit! I was busted. I walked over to the patio and scanned the scene, taking it all in. There was Samantha, of course, her head sagging down, her chin resting on her chest, snoring. She was obviously passed out. Percy sat across, more animated and vocal than ever. Tiffany was sitting next to a stranger, a tough looking guy with lots of tats. He was probably a motorcycle gang member and was enjoying the handjob Tiffany was giving him under the table. There was an empty bottle, lying on its side, with a half full one standing next to it on the table. A couple of ashtrays full to overflowing and some used Styrofoam take-out food containers completed the scene.
Upon seeing me, Tiffany bolted up, losing her balance. She grabbed at the table for support causing the empty bottle to roll off, crashing to the ground making a piercing sound as it shattered. This roused Samantha. She screeched out "Wha? Shit! Where am I ... What's goin' on here ... Damn ... yo' assholes gonna be the death o' me yet! Like to make me shit my britches!"
Percy, still overly animated, retorted "Oh, shut ya pie hole you shriveled up hag. Ain't nobody wanna hear your bullshit." Samantha took her half empty glass of moonshine and tossed the remaining contents in Percy's face.
Tiffany attempted to move toward me, but the biker dude grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her down onto his lap. His large hand enveloped her breast, and she started making out with him.
Percy swiped the booze off his face and looked up at me. "Hey, boater man. Here. Try sum 'o this." He held out the half empty bottle. I waved it away, so he raised the bottle to his lips, taking a generous gulp. "Alright then. How 'bout this?" He searched on the table, pushing things out of the way, feverishly looking for something. "Where the fuck is that baggie? What'd ya do with that powder Tiff? Ya got it stuffed somewhere up that skanky, worthless cunt 'o yours? Come on, whore. Spit it out."
The biker dude now thrust Tiffany off his lap and leaned forward placing his muscular forearms on the table. He fished something out of the pocket of his leather vest. He dangled a small baggie of white powder in the air. "Ya lookin' for this ya sissy queer? If I give it to ya, you gonna have to let me fuck yo' ass again, yo' know that, right?"
Percy slumped back in his chair. "I was just tryin' be neighborly, Duke. And I don't want it that bad. Ya made my ass bleed when ya fucked it earlier. Still kinda sore." Percy shifted uncomfortably in his chair, rearranging his butt.
"Yo' ain't seen nuthin' yet, faggot. Jus' wait till I get yo' ass down to the clubhouse. You'll crawl home wit two assholes!" Duke snorted and gave a hearty laugh. Then he turned his attention to me. "Well ... wha do we have here? Another sissified asshole to fuck?"
Samantha came to my rescue. "Shut the fuck up Duke. He's a payin' customer. An' gimme sum mo' o' that nose candy, but yo' ain't gonna git to fuck my ass tonight. Maybe tomorrow, like on credit or sumpin'."
"Ya know, Samantha. Yo' a cagey broad. But this sissy boater dude ain't payin' me and I don't give no credit. If ya want some of this [he held up the small baggie of cocaine, waving it around] yo' gonna have to at least take yo' fuckin' teeth out yo' mouth and suck my willie. I don't take no checks."
Tiffany, all drunked up, now lurched and stumbled her way over to me, draping her arms over my shoulders. She pressed her body hard against mine and leaned in for some kissing. She emanated a nauseous stench of alcohol, her godawful, overdone magnolia perfume, and body odor from not bathing in days. I turned my head away avoiding her advance. "What’sa matter One Hung Low? All this talk 'bout ass fuckin' got me horny. Le's go ta yo' boat. Yo' can fuck my ass witout payin' Duke."
Duke stood up, a tall, muscular, imposing figure. "Git yo' tight ass back over here, now, Tiff. You ain't goin' nowhere wit no one but me tonight. I brung you sum good stuff, so I own ya tonight you dumb broad. Now git yo' sweet ass over here. If'n ya say yu’r sorry, I might even let you sit on my dick." Duke sat down and undid his pants, pulling out a fat, 9 inch, half hard cock. "Cum on, slut. Can't ya fuckin' see I'm waitin'?"
Tiffany stumbled around to Duke. She let her tiny jean shorts fall to the ground. She turned around and held the edge of the table for support as she lowered her ass down onto his lap. She started rocking up and down and Duke held onto her hips, pulling them down and thrusting his fat dick upwards.
Watching Duke fuck Tiffany got Percy's juices flowing. He unzipped and fished his minimal cock out. It was already hard, so he took off, wanking it feverishly as he watched Duke impale Tiffany.
Samantha, only half conscious, saw Percy whacking off. "Yo' motherfucking asshole! Git that fuckin' cock over here! I ain't dead yet ya know." She took her false teeth out, throwing them on the table. "Now git up and cum put yo' tiny cock right here" as she pointed to her wide open, toothless mouth.
Percy raised up and stood in front of Samantha. She grabbed his hips, and he grabbed her head. He started a drunken mouth fuck, both of them holding onto each other to keep from falling over.
With all four of them otherwise engaged, I silently made my exit, stage right.