Paying a Debt (closed)

[saedo]

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Anthony Bandini looked up from his desk at the knock. Mikey, one of his bodyguards, leaned in. "They're here, boss."

Anthony nodded. Mikey opened the door and ushered in two clearly anxious people.

Nominally leading the way was a lanky man with dark blond hair. He might be good looking in the right light, but his unkempt appearance detracted significantly. Three days growth of beard lined his jaw and his eyes had dark pockets under them that suggested he'd been some time without sleep. His movements had a jittery quality, suggesting either nervousness or too much caffeine. The suit he wore had once been expensive, but it fit him poorly and showed significant wear.

At his side followed a stunning beauty. Her hand clasped the jittery man's upper arm and her face was drawn into a beautiful portrait of worry. Her dress was a bit less pricey than his, but it was well-maintained. So was the rest of her; her jewelry, makeup, and hair all suggested someone striving to make the most out of a modest budget.

The one exception was the diamond ring on her finger. It was large enough to be ostentatious, but even from several feet away, Anthony could recognize the inferiority of the stone. Someone who didn't know about quality had picked that out. The jittery man seemed the most likely candidate.

The dress attempted to be modest, falling below the knee by a fair margin. The woman's body, however, would not be so easily concealed. Her breasts strained at the material in a manner suggesting her cup size was measured in letters towards the back half of the alphabet. Her gorgeous orbs swelled out of a frame almost ridiculously slender by comparison. Her waist was waspishly thin before swelling into a delightful pair of hips.

Together, the two looked vaguely like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, albeit not quite so hunky and she vastly more voluptuous than their Hollywood counterparts. Pity for them that this was no movie.

"Tommy Winters," Anthony greeted the pair as he reached his desk and took a seat in the guest chairs. "You know who I am, so we'll skip the introductions. Frankly it'd have been in your best interest if I'd never had cause to know your name, but I do, so there's no fixing that. Now you're here-

"Listen, I can explain! There's no need-

Anthony nodded at Mikey, who promptly clipped Tommy's temple with a swift left from behind. Mikey had three inches and 50 pounds on Tommy, so the blow almost knocked him out of the chair.

Anthony continued. "You're here because you owe Slim who owes Jimmy Fish who owes me. In short, you owe me." He smiled without warmth. "Do you have my money?"

Jimmy looked nervous. "No. I mean not yet! But please, Anthony-!"

This time Anthony didn't even have to nod. Mikey's fist caught Tommy in the cheek this time. "That's Mr. Bandini to you, shithead," growled the big man.

"No, you don't," Anthony sighed. "Do you know why? Because you're a fucking loser, Tommy. You gamble too much, smoke too much, and screw up too much. You're a waste of space."

"Yes somehow you did one right thing. You married well." Anthony's eyes appraised the seated beauty. "Extremely well.* And that might be your salvation."

Anthony's steely gaze returned to Tommy. "You know what happens to people who can't pay me," he declared. "But you have a chance to make alternate restitution. Instead of my money, I'll take payment in trade."

"I'll take it from your wife."

 

[BarefootNikki]

Amy Winters knew what was about to happen. She'd known ever since those goons had bundled them roughly into the car. Had known, in truth, ever since her pathetic, dickless husband had confessed his gambling debts, and then confessed that he owed them to Tony Bandini.

It hadn't always been like this. Tommy had been a prize catch in college, as backup QB, a single injury away from starting in the SEC. Instead, the kid ahead of him had been a four-year starter and gone to the NFL. Typical Tommy, never quite catches a break. Still, they had made a fine couple, the football jock and the academic star who didn't cheerleading simply because of the undue stress it put on her spectacular breasts. Courtship and marriage followed, but Tommy never got over his failure to make it as an athlete. He went from playing football to betting on it, and he threw even more pick sixes to the books than to opposition safeties.

Amy had suspected something of the sort for a while, but never guessed it was so bad. She'd imagined an agent in Vegas, and being a few grand down to the Wynn was a little different than being in the hole to Bandini. She had stayed, despite the drinking and the gambling and the utter collapse of their sex life, all for public appearance. Amy couldn't face the shame of a divorce. So here she was, payment for her husband's debts.

"Stop blubbering," she snapped at her husband. It wasn't as if it was him who would have to go through this. Amy knew full well what happened to those who crossed Baldini, or, at least, to their pretty wives. Amy knew she was sexy, an object of desire, but knew that what she was about to get had previous little to do with that. Baldini would use her as an example to others, a warning to debtors all over the city. She thought of Sarah Cassell, dumped naked and filthy in a dustbin; her buttocks and back whipped, cane marks even on the soles of her feet. Amy remembered being grossed out by the news report: 'upon examination, the victim's mouth was found to contain sixty three separate specimens of semen, fourteen samples of urine, and numerous other foreign substances.' The paper had been to delicate to mention what was found in Sarah's other orifices, but Amy didn't imagine it would have been pretty. And Mr Cassell had owed five grand - Tommy owed ten.

Amy had to speak up. Everyone knew Sarah Cassell was a dum bimbo, but she was a scholar. A scholar with the best tits in the south. Surely she still held some bargaining chips?

"Mr Bandini," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "Please don't think me responsible or accountable for my moron of a husband. I'm not. But I do appreciate that you require some......retribution for your inconvenience. So how about you and I find a private room, just the two of us, and I spend some time making you feel a little bit better about life?"

 

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Bandini chuckled. "Mrs. Winters, in my experience, a fool and his money are often in close proximity to a woman. The ring alone shows you benefited from Tommy's reckless ways. "

" Whether you did so knowingly..." Bandini shrugged. "Frankly, I don't care. It is enough that you did."

Bandini raked his eyes over her again. He normally made these in-house visits because the presence of family members often unnerved his more recalcitrant debtors. Threatening to rape a man's wife in front of him tended to make him reevaluate his priorities. But Mrs. Winters seemed oddly composed given her situation. It... intrigued him.

"Very well, Mrs. Winters. If you'd prefer a private audience, I will grant it. I'm feeling rather magnanimous." He rose and gestured for her to do likewise. "Lead on."

 

[BarefootNikki]

Amy led him into the adjacent room. This was not going to be easy, nor, in all likelihood, was it going to be very pleasant.

"Mr Bandini," she began. "You want to punish my husband, I understand that. I also accept that I have benefitted from his largesses, and that as such I, too, deserve punishment."

The man seemed to be listening. Seemed, if anything, to be rather intrigued by her.

"I was hoping that I might make you an offer, that might prove....acceptable, to you."

Amy reached behind her, and slowly unzipped her dress. She kicked off her shoes, and allowed the dress to fall down by her ankles, leaving her standing, cold, in her matching black lace underwear.

"I have remarkable tits, Mr Bandini," she said, in clasping her bra and allowing her magnificent globes to fall free.

The man still looked intrigued, perhaps even amused, by Amy's performance.

"I have a soft mouth, and a lovely warm cunt," Amy continued, gently sliding her knickers down her bare legs. "I even - I even h-have a very nice, tight bottom, Sir. These things are all at your disposal. Use them as you like, for your pleasure, and I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

The man didn't say anything.

"What do you say, Sir? A suck and a, well, yes, an ass fuck, and we call it quits, and you let us go? Do we have a deal?"

 

[saedo]

Anthony's normal reserve wavered enough for him to lift his eyebrows. He'd always been a fan of breasts, but he'd never seen a pair like this. Round and firm, but undeniably natural. Even the nipples were impressive - thicker than one of his cigars. Absolutely beautiful.

But despite his healthy - or even ravenous - sexual appetite, Anthony Bandini was far from ruled by it. One did not achieve his position - and hold onto it - without a will of iron.

"You are quite beautiful, Mrs. Winters," he began, stepping within several inches. He ran a hand from her bare shoulder along the outer curve of her breast to the slender waist below. "Quite beautiful indeed."

"However..." His fist caught her just below the diaphragm. The travel wasn't far, but the target location didn't require much. The sudden disruption to her ability to breathe sent her to her knees. She'd likely have toppled fully, but his free hand grabbed her hair at the back of her head.

He pulled her head back to force her gaze to his. "However, I think this is something that we should discuss with your husband."

Anthony hauled her into a lurching walk and brought her back into the office. He let her collapse onto her hands and knees in front of his desk in full view of Tommy.

Tommy tried to jump to his feet in what Anthony judged to be both an uncharacteristic display of affection as well as a characteristic display of poor judgment. Mikey clubbed the husband back down half a second later.

"Mikey, you're not going to fucking believe this, but I didn't even have to tell this one to do anything. She started stripping for me immediately. Isn't that right, sugar tits?" Anthony poked Amy in the left buttock with his shoe.

"But Tommy, quite the wife you have here. Soon as she's in the next room and she's trying to buy you out of trouble. You just have to hear what she said." Anthony's foot prodded her ass again. "C'mon, sugar tits, you've almost got your breath back. Tell your husband what you just offered me."

 

[BarefootNikki]

Sugar tits was finding it hard to get over what had just happened. The bastard had hit her - hard - in the stomach, and dragged her , stark bloody naked, back into the office. Amy found herself sprawled on her knees, her huge tits swaying perilously close to the grimy floor, arse in the air for all to see. It was humiliating in the extreme, but she got the feeling it was only the tip of the iceberg.

"I, er, look, it's your own stupid fault," she said to her husband. I offered to suck his cock, okay? To clear up your bloody mess!"

Tommy looked shocked, but said nothing.

"And the rest, sugar tits," said Bandini, giving a painful tug on Amy's hair.

"Alright, alright, I said he could fuck me, too."

Amy didn't see it coming, but Bandini raised his foot and kicked her, hard, in the stomach.

"I said all of it."

"In the ass, okay? Is everyone happy with that? I said, please, Mr violent gangster, Sir, what I would really, really like is for you to take your big hard cock out and forcibly fuck me up my backside, because my damn husband has left me no choice!"

"You never let me do it in your ass," said Tommy, incongruously. "Not even when I had that big win and bought us a fortnight in Hawaii. When I was winning, you enjoyed the money too, Ames."

"Maybe I did. So what now, Mr big tough gangster? Want to make yourself feel really brave by hitting a woman some more? Come on, I'm right here, let's get it over with."

 

[saedo]

Anthony rolled his eyes. The arrogant ones were always like this. Always.

"Mikey, cuff and gag that sumbitch. I'm tired of listening to him whine." Anthony turned his attention to the wife. He gripped her left upper arm near the shoulder and raised her to her feet. He leaned in, bringing his face level with hers.

"Tsk, tsk, Mrs. Winters," he said, clucking his disapproval with his tongue. "You attempt to mock me because I am strong and you are weak? You cower on the floor with no clothes on, yet imply I'm the one who is pathetic, hmm?"

He looked her deep in the eye. "I will do what I want with you, Mrs. Winters." He slapped her cheek from a distance of a few inches. The blow had little physical force, but it needed none. He was merely signalling his contempt.

"You offer yourself up to me as if you are a prize." He slapped her again with the same casual disrespect. "As if I should be grateful to you." Slap. "As if you did not already belong to me." Slap.

"Your husband owes me money." Slap. "He knows what happens if he doesn't pay." Slap. "You know what happens if he doesn't pay." Slap.

"Now if you don't care what happens to your husband, walk away." Slap. "But you do care, so you won't." Slap. "So don't get uppity with me, Mrs. Winters." Slap. "Your husband still breathes because I allow it." Slap. "Remember that the next time you want to discuss who should be grateful to whom." Slap.

Anthony stepped back. "And quit offering me your ass. Only degenerates fuck the ass."

"Frankly, at this point, I'm not sure I'd fuck you even if you begged me," he sneered. "Let's find out. Beg me. Beg me or kiss Tommy goodbye."

 

[BarefootNikki]

Amy knew that the slaps were signs of power. The force was irrelevant - he could beat the shit out of her right there if he wanted to. But instead, he wanted to exercise power. He needed to exercise power.

Amy ran through her options. Walk out - as if Bandini would let her do that, anyway - and leave Tommy behind? She couldn't do it. She had cared for Tommy, loved Tommy, for many years before this mess; she couldn't see him dumped dead in the East river. No, she would have to do what this bastard wanted, and she would have to do it his way.

He wanted her submissive, so she would be submissive. Amy bowed her head, keeping her eyes fixed at a point halfway between her bare toes and Bandini's shiny black shoes.

"Please, Sir," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I am begging you to fuck me. I am asking you to please forgive a common whore for her mistake in asking to be fucked up the ass. Nothing is too degenerate for a whore like me, Sir. So I am begging you."

She fell down to her knees, and clasped her hands in front of her, eyes still downcast, in the classic pose of one who is pleading.

"Please, Sir, I am begging you to debase yourself with a filthy, common whore like myself. I will do anything you ask......"

 

[saedo]

Anthony rolled his eyes. "God, you even suck at begging. Can you believe this shit, Mikey?"

"No, Mr. Bandini." Mikey knew his role well.

Anthony slapped her dismissively. "I don't 'debase' myself for anyone - certainly not some piece of cooz."

His hand stung her cheek again. "Also, don't insult whores. I employ a lot of them. They're all good earners." He cast his eye past the wife. "That's more than I can say for you, you fucking loser, ay Tommy?"

Tommy attempted to respond, but the gag in his mouth turned his words into muffled insensibility.

Anthony turned his attention back to the wife. "You, on the other hand, remain unproven. One of my whores owed me money, I might let her work it off on her back. But I know they can fuck. You?" Anthony shrugged. "You look damn fine, but can you use it? The fact that you married this stupid fuck doesn't suggest high standards."

Anthony sat down on the edge of his desk. "Alright, we'll give you a tryout. You're clearly terrible at talking, but maybe you can put that mouth to better use if it's full of cock. What do you think, Tommy? Can your wife suck dick worth a damn?"

Tommy's face reddened with effort, but his words were still muffled into gibberish.

"Tommy has no comment. Guess I'll need a demonstration." Anthony's eyes gleamed salaciously.

"One word of warning, Mrs. Winters. You know I'm called Anthony 'The Bull' Bandini? Most folks think it's because of my temper. They say my eyes turn red when I'm angry and I charge right over people." Anthony shrugged. "They're not entirely wrong."

"But the first person to call me that was one of my girls. Said of all the guys she'd ever fucked, none of them was half as thick as me. Told me I must be part bull." Anthony smiled pleasantly at the memory.

"Ah, where was I? The warning, yes. Mrs. Winters, you should be careful: I'm hung like a bull, but I'm also angry like one. So if you want to keep that pretty smile of yours, don't you dare nick me with those lovely white teeth."