Getting Pulled in

Francis left the restaurant in a huff, he was trying to be courteous and he could tell that he was liked. However, he couldn't control his disgust when he was called a cheater, it shook his core as he remembered his world crumbling at the sight of Sam and Erika. His face felt uncomfortable and he wiped his cheek to find a stream of tears. He felt weak and unhinged, his whole life he tried to keep in control. He never wanted to feel helpless but he finally let the world in. He wiped his tears and continued to walk when he saw a group of guys in an alley. It seems they were jumping someone in the alley. Usually, Francis would intervene because of his past, morals, sense of justice but today, he was just fed up. He walked up and didn't care to find out what was happening. He went straight for the tallest of the bunch and sent a quick sharp punch to his temple. The man went reeling and weak kneed from the punch until his brain stopped functioning, causing him to drop like a heavy sack. The two other assailants weren't sure what just happened when Francis grabbed one of their arms and hit the joint so hard it broke. "Aaaagh!" The teenager yelled as he saw his dominant arm dangle in front of him. "Fuck! Shit! Aagh!" He yelled in agony. As the third stopped pinning down their victim Francis knees him in the face busting his nose. He then viciously threw kicks and hammer arm punches until he laid sobbing in a fetal position. The man with the broken arm had at that point ran away holding his arm. Once his head cooled he looked at the victim and saw a drunk he rather not see. His father looked up bloodied and boozed. He clicked his tongue and lifted his father up by the arm and wrapping it around him. He then walked his old man home and dropped him on his bed. His fathers room and the couch were occupied by trash and other miscellaneous clutter. He just wanted to shower and hopefully be on with his evening, perhaps finally eat. Before he got to shower there was a knock at the door.

He opened it and saw a gangster dressed in a loose t shirt and jeans. "Ay Francis… you fucked up homie. Osito wants to talk to you." The man he was referring to was an "og" or original gangster. Once you became a veteran in your gang you were known as an OG. Usually you ran money laundering or other less risky business. No more hits, robberies or putting in work as a soldier of the gang. His father worked as a bookie for the local chapter of a infamous gang known as LM Los Mafiosos, a group of Latin Americans and Latinos that mainly dabbled in prostitution, extortion, protection, gambling and a host of other services. Osito, happened to be the shotcaller or boss of the gang here. Francis sighed and followed the man without question while he inwardly cursed his father for running into him.

He got into the old sedan and drove off in the direction he just came from. The sedan was some 80s or 90s model of a Monte Carlo SS but it was restored and clean. Many of the LM members enjoyed spending money restoring classic cars or customizing them to fit their culture. As they drove the oldies played loudly and Francis enjoyed the sweet melodies and love ballads as a respite while he drove to a stressful situation. They pulled up to a gentleman's club and walked in. The bouncer gave Francis a glance but didn't stop his escort from leading him into the club. The odor of various perfume, colognes and liquor filled his nostrils as the man lead him backstage. A few beautiful women were either completely or partially naked as he moved further into the administrative part of the club. They reached a narrow but luxurious hallway that lead to a room with two men standing guard in front. They had on dress shirts and looked overall respectable aside from the AR15 and pump shotgun. His escort knocked on the door and whistled loudly "Osito! I brought the kid like you asked." The decorative door opened but the clanks let Francis know it wasn't made out of wood but some sort or metal. They walked in and the escort saw Osito nod at him as he left Francis in the room and walked away. Osito sat in his desk chair in front of a black marble table, he was shaved and had some tattoos scattered throughout his body. He looked around his dads age but wasn't as in shape. He was not obese but definitely not thin. He wore a form fitting black dress shirt and some platinum rings on his hands.

"Francis! Mijo, I am happy to see you, or I guess I should say, I am happy you are smart enough to listen. " He opened a bottle of Tequila Reposado and poured himself and Francis a drink. "Come, sit and drink with me." Francis was not an idiot, his life was in the balance so he promptly but confidently made his way to the seat and grabbed the glass he slid it over the table. "Salue" they clinked their glasses and sipped on their liquor. Then he placed his glass and spoke to Francis. "Those guys you beat up, they are suppose to be working for me. I know you did it to help your dad, but I am out some muscle, what do you suggest we do?"

Francis became pensive as he again cursed his father. "I ll happily pay whatever you need to be paid to compen…" before he could finish he was interrupted. "I am not a man who needs money, I am a man short a few men. Let me do this again, you can obviously handle yourself. Your father had been a good bookie and an accountant to us for a long time… but, he's gettin real sloppy lately. His books don't always add up and cracks are forming. We were gunna beat him up a little to remind him to focus…" he paused and sipped more tequila before continuing. "He needs to stop drowning in alcohol and women but I know first hand a man can't change easily. This brings us to our current situation, work with me for a few months. You can handle yourself, you will be more useful than all three of those foos (slang where the L in fool is dropped). " Francis was going to decline but was once again interrupted "before you speak, you need to know. This is NOT a request, it's an order. You owe me."

Francis grit his teeth but would rather live another day. "I understand, how long and where do I work?" Osito looked at him "you are a lot more sensible than your old man, you will work here, I have no plans to get you overly involved in our business, but we did need some protection for the club here. The guy with the broken arm is out completely, motherfucker is a lame. The tallest dude you beat up and the little guy will be at full condition after a month and half. You will report here Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from 7pm till 1 am. Don't worry I am sure we pay better than what you make cleaning up shit as a janitor." He began to laugh but Francis was quiet as he assessed the situation. "Follow Martin back to the dressing room, we have spare uniforms in there, you start tonight." Francis knew he got himself in this mess and all he could do was sigh. He called his employer and told them that due to personal circumstances he would be out for a month effective immediately. "What the fuck Francis, you are really putting me in a tight spot… I understand, you are good kid call me back the week before you plan to come back. I'll use up your sick time but that will only cover about a week. After that I can't pay you, you don't accrue vacation hours as a part timer." Francis let his boss Richy know he understood and hung up the phone.

"You done?" Martin asked "if so follow me." They walked back to the dressing room and toward a lone closet on a secluded side, beautiful woman of variety surrounded him so he tried to focus on the task. He didn't want to embarrass himself by getting hard on the job. As much as he could hold in emotion, he was still a teenage boy. The women watched as he stripped from his attire, hoping to make the young man nervous some even whistled and shouted "take it off sweetie!" Then his full body came to view and most of the women went from a teasing glance to a hungry stare.

His perfectly sculpted body had a fair amount of mass on it. His 6'1'' stature made him loom over most of the dancers. He took off his pants while his cheeks were flushed from the attention. As hard as he tried he failed and through his grey boxer briefs the outline of his semi hard cock made some woman gulp. At full attention he was above average at 6.4 inches but his girth was the impressive part. It was his girth that made the woman stop and imagine themselves being stretched by him. Coupled with his handsome face and seemingly photoshopped body the atmosphere changed. Francis preferred the playful mood to this heavy atmosphere but all he could do was finish dressing. He put on a form fitting black dress shirt, suspenders and some fitted slacks. The only thing they didn't have for him were their trademark business shoes, some Italian loafers. He looked to Martin when he finished dressing "why do the uniforms look like Osito's outfit?"

"It's in case cops or some foos try to step in, Osito will be able to blend in and do what he needs to do." Francis nodded his head as he was lead to the entrance of the VIP lounge. He was instructed to keep the peace here and to interfere if his bracelet goes off. It would shine a color that directed him to a room where a dancer engaged a panic button. Their main priority was the girls comfortability and safety as this club doubled as a brothel.

Francis was left alone as he stood in place and once again sighed as the night went on.

…

Back at his apartment a drunk Erika showed up at his doorstep. She found her father passed out drunk and high on pain killers as he recovered from his surgery. She finished what was left of his whiskey and came here intoxicated. The door was open as Jacob, Francis' dad, constantly locked himself out. She went to Francis' room and found it had a naked figure there. She walked over and she started caressing his back. "Please, let me show you how much I love you." The figure turned onto his back, she could smell alcohol on him and felt frustrated, Francis didn't like drinking because of his father and his alcoholism. She knew he was drunk because she broke his heart. "Don't worry I ll handle everything." She found his limp cock and began to stroke it as the man moaned. As it started to grow she couldn't help herself as she was lost in lust of finally touching her beloved. She took his semi hard rod and swallowed it to the hilt.

"Mmm" the man softly moaned and she became bolder. As his penis thickened and stretched her mouth she continued to make lewd wet sounds as it went in and out of her throat.

*gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, aah"

After deepthroating him she took a breathier and jerked his penis as saliva and precum mixed and slobbered all over her beautiful face. The warm artificial light of the city broke the darkness in the room and illuminated his lower body and her lustful figure and face but kept his upper body in the dark. She kept jerking his impressive penis and began to fit it in her mouth again. She sucked on the tip lightly while her tongue swirled around his gland. Then she felt his hands come up while he softly moaned and guided her throat slowly to the hilt . "Ooh" he moaned while his thick cock filled her throat and made her eyes water, she sucked and squeezed her throat making it massage and tighten around him. She was so immersed in sucking her love's dick that she didn't notice the man shout "oh fuck" in a voice different from Francis. Then the cock became slightly thicker in her throat as it began to spurt waves of hot thick liquid down her throat.

*gulp, gulp

Her gulping was the only sound as the man held her head tightly and shot everything he could into her.

"Aaah," she finally breathed after swallowing all the bitter cum. She found it tasted bad but liked it's thickness compared to Sam's watery cum. "This is a fucking man, my man" she thought.

Aaah* she stuck out her tongue and the man could see she swallowed and didn't miss a drop. Her face was a mess but erotic as his cock jumped back to life. She smiled at how energized he was at her slutty face. He may not remember tonight in his drunken state but she would and she would call him tomorrow to see if they can work things out. She slipped her panties off her sundress that she purposefully wore. She let the straps off and let her beautiful breasts exposed. In the moonlight you could see her cherry nipples. She hiked up her dress and mounted him. "I m not gunna use a condom, I want you to shoot out everything inside daddy." Her sultry and horny voice made his cock twitch upward as she grabbed it and guided it to her ready slit. It dripped honey as she rubbed the glands up and down to lubricate it in her own nectar. Then she bit her lip as she finally let the man she loved inside her. He was really thick and almost twice the size of Sam. When her ass finally reached all the way down and the full length was inside her she couldn't help but squeal as she started trembling. From all the excitement and anticipation she had climaxed. Even though she was sensitive she promised him she would take care of him. She began to move up and down slowly. Squelching and queefing filled the room as the air was pushed out of her hole. His large cock pushed everything out until only their juices and his cock remained. A thick wall of cream covered his cock as she continued to ride him.

"uugh… mmm… aah… I love it daddy, you stretch my pussy so good" this was the first time she enjoyed sex and found the stimulation to be too much as she lost herself. Once his cock stopped stretching her and she could comfortably give it long stokes she started to speed up, she bent over and started kissing him, she tasted a mixture of vodka and gin as her ass started bouncing on his cock. Heavy wet smacks filled the room as she violently dropped her pussy on him. She didn't want to stop even though she had already squirted on him a few times. He was still rock hard and he started to match her rhythm, forcing it deeper into her.

"Fuck daddy… fuck me! You know I ONLY want YOU to fuck me. I am sorry, I am sorry I didn't tell you! Fuck your cock is soooo good… mmmmgh" she apologized to him as she started to reach a new climax she hadn't reached before. Her elegant body glistened with sweat and she felt his dick start to pulse inside her. "Yes! Mmgh cum inside me, I am close… lets come cum together daddy! Mmmgh" she continued to relentlessly fuck him as her moans got louder and the man started moaning and caressed her body. She felt his rod grow bigger like it did in her throat and she knew she was about to make him cum. She stopped holding back her orgasm and shouted "cum in me daddy, make me your little slut! Paint my insides with colors of you!" The man couldn't handle her slutty performance and let out another thick wave of cum.

"aaaagh" she climaxed as she felt his cock pulsing and a new warmth filling her. She collapsed on him and they both breathed hard as he still ground his cock in and out of her. Then her heart dropped as the drunken man spoke in a breathy and tired voice. "I thought you liked my son, I didn't know you had the hots for me little Erika."

She felt paralyzed as she couldn't believe her ears. She looked around and noticed this was certainly Francis' room, so why was Mr. Carter in his bed. Her head was spinning as tears came down her eyes. A visceral scream followed "NOOOOO!" She jumped off of him as her vagina plopped and his seed spilled everywhere. "Why are you in this room!? Where is Francis!" Jacob noticed her panicked face and felt despair as he realized he made another grave error in his life. In a weak voice the man started to sober up " I see… I am sorry I thought you knew it was me…" having finally gotten up she saw Jacob start crying softly, she couldn't believe what she had just done and in shame she left the house bewildered. She didn't even remember her underwear as she ran home with cum dripping out of her.