Thread: What a Girl Wants

Paul Rodrigo growled as he quickly undressed and then stopped midway through taking his undershirt off. Hey, none of that, He said with real annoyance, but no anger. He liked that tone she used, but he was done tired arguing with her about how they'd go. He didn't want to be known as the kinky weird guy, or the guy that had run Nina off because he tried to rape her or some shit like that. What was wrong with the norm? He always asked that, and in the same voice that made his cock stiffer then an iron bar Nina would tell him it's not enough. That worked sometimes, sometimes he'd get pissed and do things he wouldn't do otherwise, but more often then not they would just take a break for a few days. Until his blue balls caught up with him and he needed to fuck. Then they'd start out slow again, but they always reached this point. She had asked him to tie her up, that wasn't bad, but now she wanted him to humiliate her. She'd begged him to do that sort of thing before, but his heart was never really in it unless he was so made he was seeing red. This just happened to be a time where his head was a lot cooler. He knew it was cruel, and he'd probably not be able to get some ass for awhile, but she once again needed to tone it down. He put his shirt back on and leaned over to whisper in her ear, I'll be back in an hour. You need to calm down... That shit... It's just not me! - Ruben Rodrigo was in quite the position. Upside down, his legs precariously holding onto the bars of the top bunk in his dorm room. With his fingers laced behind his back he was pulling his head all the way up until it touched his knees. His stomach was screaming, but he knew if he wanted to keep the ripped eight-pack he had he had about fifty-six more to go. One fucking HUNDRED! He sighed deeply after pulling himself into an upright position and letting his head orient itself. Then he wandered over to the mirror, fingering his rock hard abs as he watched them flex and go taut in the mirror. Yeaaaaah, boy, He said to himself, just before his phone rang. What's up little bro? Yo man... I got a question... Sup? You know Nina Marie? Damn, that hot little piece of ass, course I know her. What's good? She's my girl, Oh damn, the playa, Ha yea, but seriously... She's... Weird... Whaddya mean? Kinky. She wants me to do shit... To her... What like fuck her in the ass an shit? Nawh, like tie her up... Make her... Make her my bitch, make her hurt... Ahhh i see... And you dunno what to do? Man I'm afraid of gettin in trouble if i hit her or some shit too hard you know? Yea I dig... But guess what bro, i know just what to do. Fer real? Yea, you know Mr. Brodie? Mr. Coyle you mean? Oh yea, we called him Mr. Bro, ha, but anyways. You go talk to him about Nina. Tell him I sent you. Tell him to give you a fair deal. He'll know what that means. That bitch'll be trained and you can have all the pussy you want, any girl. She won't even care none. Trust me. Damn... Mr. Coyle be fuckin students? Yea, but u can't tell no one kay? Mr. Bro was a SEAL or some shit when he was younger. Bad mother fuckin ass dude. He'll fuck your shit up, and if he don't, his boys will. You just tell him bout your problem, and it'll be gravy. You be makin money and fuckin any chick you want. Fer real kid. Fuck... Aight... Just... Ask him at school? No fuckface, go to his house. He'll be cool. Aight aight... Later, thanks bro. Later. - Brodie was on his computer when the doorbell rang. He glanced towards one of three computer monitors, each with four screens from twelve different camera's that watched the perimeter of his house, he frowned. What would a punk like Paul Rodrigo want with him? The kid pulled decent grades, but like all the other privileged kids at Marino Hills he was a prick and a coward underneath. Or sure there were a few really smart ones, a few really strong ones, but the majority of the student population were emo pussy's who hid behind their parents name andor money. Paul's dad was a well-to-do doctor with his own practice. What do you want, kid? Hey Mr. B- What do you want? Uhmmm my bro said you could help me with somethin... Someone... Who? Nina... Uh Nina Marie... You know her, she sits- Get the fuck out of here. Uh... O... Okay, good- Brodie slammed the door in the boys face to hide the grin on his face. So one of his pupils, Ruben, had been kind enough to send him some fresh meat. Well... That would be fun. He hadn't had a new slave for quite some time now, his fingers were getting... Itchy... He made his way to the computer and pulled up a few different pages, made one phone call to Ruben after depositing ten-thousand dollars in his checking account. The second call he made was to a startled Paul Rodrigo. Take Nina to the Holiday Inn on Montville. Have sex. Do whatever she wants. Ask for room two-eleven. Have fun. Your problem will be solved.