Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 03:37:58 -0400 From: Jamie Anderson Subject: A Summer Job The usual boring disclaimer. First, this is a total work of fiction. Second, it contains explicit and graphic accounts of older males having sex with younger ones. If you feel this is not your bang, now would be the absolutely perfect point to stop reading. If reading such stuff is illegal in your part of the world, start a revolution. Finally if you are underage... Hey who let these kids in here? We can't have them reading all this perversion and porn. Good God, what is the world coming to? The rest of you may read on. A Summer Job Jeff, a chicken hawk by his own definition, surreptitiously watched the boy for almost half an hour before deciding to make his play. The rather brief swimming trunks that the lad was wearing revealed he was barely beyond puberty, and the way they hugged those adorable buns was causing Jeff's hormones to go into overdrive. The boy looked so innocent and unsullied that Jeff was almost drooling. Normally Jeff used rent boys to satisfy his pederast urges, but somehow it just wasn't the same. They couldn't mimic the real terror of being raped so, about once a year, Jeff carefully set things up and got the real thing. These days it was easy. He was a highly paid executive with more money than he could ever spend, so why shouldn't he treat himself occasionally. He was very wary, and never struck twice in the same place. Now on a hot, late summer's day, a crowded beach was the perfect setting. During the time he had been watching no one had come near or spoken to the lad, so it was fair to suppose that the boy was alone on the packed beach. However Jeff could not figure out a way to get close to the lad and strike up a conversation. Suddenly an opening, quite literally, appeared as the person sunbathing nearest his target - a boy too old to interest Jeff - got up, gathered his stuff together and left the beach. Before anyone else could grab the space, Jeff was there. "Er, is this space taken?" Jeff asked. The boy looked up and squinted into the sun. He saw the silhouette of a rather powerfully built man. "Nope, I don't think so," the boy replied, and watched as Jeff spread his towel on the sand and lay down on it. Now that he did not have the sun behind him, the man looked to be easily old enough to be his father. That said, the man had not allowed himself to run to fat and was in quite good condition. "Are you here for the day, or on holiday?" asked Jeff, keeping the conversation running. "We're here for two weeks," said the boy, "but my folks have gone on a coach tour today." "And you didn't go with them?" "Nah, coaches make me sick. I puke about once an hour on them." "So you're just lying about on the beach? I'd have thought you'd have been at the fairground. Some of the rides look really wild." "Can't! I've only been here three days and I've spent all my holiday money already. Dad'll go mental if he ever finds out." "Two weeks worth of pocket money in just three days, how did you manage that?" "The slot machines," said the boy, with an impish grin. Jeff carefully considered his next move. The kid was broke, excellent, that was a great advantage. He could suggest that they go to the penny arcade or the fairground, but both held potential danger, as security cameras might pick them up and record them being together. Best stay well away from surveillance cameras in case something went wrong. But no one would notice an apparent father and son playing on the beach. "You look hot, fancy a swim?" asked Jeff. "Why not," said the boy, sitting up. The sea, it being late in August, was reasonably warm and they swam around for some time. For some reason males and water inevitably lead to horseplay, so Jeff was quite delighted when the boy initiated it. Jeff had paused for a moment and was standing legs apart with the water up to his neck when the lad swam between his legs. The feel of the lithe young body squirming between his thighs instantly turned Jeff on. Of course when the lad surfaced directly in front of him and shot a mouthful of water straight into Jeff's face, it did calm him down a bit. It also gave him the excuse to grab the lad and hold him to his chest. The boy squealed and struggled in a delightful way. Alas, this was making Jeff lose control of a part of his anatomy, so he ducked the boy. Again the boy came up with a mouthful of water and let Jeff have it full on the face. Jeff once more grabbed the boy. This time the boy wrapped his arms round Jeff's neck and held on, which caught Jeff off guard and for a while they remained wrapped in each other's arms. "What's your name?" asked the man. "Alex," said the boy. Jeff decided to chance his luck. The boy's legs were wrapped round his waist and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to slip his hands round those enticing young buttocks to support the lad. He watched the boy carefully for any negative reaction. At this point he could easily back off and pretend nothing had happened. The boy, if anything, held him tighter and Jeff began, ever so subtly, to caress those young buns. God they felt even better than they looked. Suddenly the boy held him very tightly and said, "I wish you were my dad, mister." This completely wrong-footed Jeff. Eventually he heard himself say, "Doesn't he play with you?" Alex shook his head and then put it on Jeff's shoulder. Jeff now got slightly bolder with his caressing and, in his mind, he could feel the buns pressed into his groin. "He never hugs me either," said Alex, and it came out as a sob. "And you like to be hugged?" Alex's head nodded up and down on the man's shoulder. Then Jeff got another shock as the boy's lips touched his neck in the briefest of kisses. Jeff had now reached the point of no return. If he went any further with his amorous advances to the boy, it would be difficult to deny what he was up to but, on the other hand, the lad seemed to be desperate for affection. With his heart fluttering, Jeff slid his hands up the legs of the boy's swimming trunks and felt the silky smooth bum they contained. The boy only reacted by hugging Jeff tighter. "He says I should never have been born, I was a mistake. He doesn't like me very much," said the boy. It was obvious to Jeff that the lad was emotionally wide open and very vulnerable to attack. "Want to come back to my hotel room for a kiss and cuddle?" asked Jeff, his predatory instincts smoothly taking advantage of the situation. The boy stiffened in Jeff's arms! "I'm not going to hurt you," said Jeff, quickly, "and I'll even give you some money to play on the slot machines." "You won't make me do anything I don't want to do?" asked Alex, in a small voice. "Of course not," lied Jeff. "I'll tell you what, how about me giving you a tenner just to muck about a bit?" The boy hesitantly nodded and released his hold on the man. As he did so Jeff reluctantly slid his hands out of the lad's trunks. They swam slowly towards the beach while Jeff concentrated furiously on losing his erection. Back on the beach they quickly dried, dressed and put their towels in their beach bags. On the way to the hotel Jeff quietly explained how they would smuggle Alex into his room. Alex would wait outside the hotel until Jeff picked up his key. Then Alex would enter and go straight to the lifts and get in the same lift as Jeff. But on no account was he to acknowledge Jeff's presence. Everything went according to plan and soon Jeff was closing the hotel room door with his prize on the inside. "Gosh, this is like a palace!" exclaimed the boy, looking round in wonder. "It's better than where you're staying?" "Lots! We're in the same crummy boarding house we always go to and I've got to share with my big brother." "And you don't like that?" "Nah, he bought some dirty magazines and he sits up all night looking at them and playing with himself." Alex moved to the window and admired the view. As the room was on the 6th floor, and faced the sea, it was quite spectacular. He felt the man's arms come round his shoulders and he was gently pulled back against the man's flat stomach. A hand appeared in front of his face with a 10-pound note in it. There was a slight tremble in the boy's hand as he took the note and put it in the side pocket of his shorts. He turned round and held his arms up as a childlike signal that he wanted to be lifted up. This time Jeff made no move to cover his invasion of the boy's clothing; his hands went straight for those buns. However, he was a bit more cautious about kissing the boy on the lips. But, as it turned out, the lad was already puckered and waiting. Slowly as they kissed and fondled each other Jeff walked over to the large double bed and sat on it. The boy was so obviously and desperately begging for affection, a craving that Jeff had no problem filling, then using to his own perverted ends. So for the next 10 minutes Jeff made progress at a snail's pace. His hands explored the lad's bum, but made no attempt at penetration. That would come in good time. However, at the other end penetration had already begun as Jeff's tongue was fighting a duel with Alex's, a battle which both seemed to be enjoying. The lad seemed to be very tactile and responded well to being caressed and hugged. Finally Jeff surfaced to advance the game to the next stage. "Take your clothes off, I want to see what you look like naked," he said, with lewdness creeping into his voice. Instantly Alex looked both shocked and frightened. With a fluid movement Jeff rolled over and picked a note off a small stack that lay on the bedside table on his side. Then he held it up for the boy to see it was another tenner and rolled back to place it on the boy's bedside table. "Go on, what difference does it make if we are wearing clothes or not?" he pointed out. Slowly Alex began to undress. His sandals went first, his T-shirt next and lastly he pulled his shorts off, leaving him dressed as he had been when Jeff first clapped eyes on him: in a pair of very tight, brief, blue swimming trunks. There he stopped, unwilling to strip completely before the man. "Stand up," said Jeff, slightly breathlessly. Alex stood on the bed in front of the now seated man. With an unhurried motion Jeff slid his hands up the lad's legs and ran them up the inside of the trunks on Alex's hips. Leisurely he moved his hands apart, lifting the material of the trunks away from the boy's sides and finally he brought his hands down, gradually removing the last item of clothing on the lad's body, while savouring the moment. He was rewarded with the sight of a small, neat, triangle of pubic hair, dark brown in colour, which was sitting above a rigid, upwards pointing, teenage cock and the cutest little pair of balls that he had seen in a long time. The skin that had been protected by the trunks was much paler than the rest of the body. "God, you are so beautiful," Jeff breathed. When the trunks reached his feet Alex automatically stepped out of them. The hands that removed them now began a most intimate investigation of the naked boy. His thighs were caressed, his balls cupped and weighed, his foreskin gently retracted and a wet fingertip run round his glands making him jump. The boy reacted well to the attentions of the man. "Turn round," Jeff whispered, not wanting to break the spell. Alex slowly turned and the hands returned to his ass. After a few moments they parted the cheeks and he heard the man sigh in longing as he saw the tight puckered ring that he soon would violate. Jeff turned the boy back round until he was looking at that delicious young cock again. He reached out blindly with his right hand and picked up another bank note. He showed it to the boy without taking his eyes off the boy's tackle, and then placed it on the boy's table. His hands once more caressed the boys bum and the gap between the pert young cock and Jeff's face slowly closed. "What are you going to do?" asked Alex. "I'm going to suck your cock," said Jeff, gradually getting nearer. "That's not nice," said the lad. "Don't you love it when you shoot your load, like your brother?" "I, I, I've never done it before. I just get crazy dreams and wake up all sticky." Somehow this thrilled Jeff. This was going to be the first time the kid ever came. Life would never be the same for the lad from this point on. He would discover sex and his innocence would be lost forever. "Honest, you'll love it," said Jeff, opening his mouth to engulf his prize. "No, I don't think we should be doing this mister." "Kid," thought Jeff, "here is your first lesson: what you think or want no longer matters, you are mine now." Although the boy did struggle, Jeff's expertise in cock sucking soon overcame any objections. As Jeff was in no hurry, he skilfully held his partner back from the edge and enjoyed playing with the boy's emotions. "My balls are hurting," Alex eventually said. This made Jeff grin. OK, the kid was as ready to shoot as he ever would be. Jeff firmed up his grip on the lad and began driving him straight towards the edge. "Something is happening, mister. I think I'm gonna shoot. You had better take it out of your mouth before I do!" said Alex, in a very shaky voice. The words, music to Jeff's ears, did nothing but spur him on. "Honest mister, I'm gonna shoot... Ah... Oh... I'm shooting!" gasped Alex, as he was firmly held against Jeff's face while his nuts were sucked dry. The sensation of a young cock erupting in his mouth while its owner struggled to get away was exquisite for Jeff. The sheer power he had over his young partners always excited the man much more than the actual sex play. Knowing that he had compelled the boy to have an orgasm, against his wishes, was what made it all worthwhile, and the game was still in its opening stages. When it was obvious that the boy had nothing left to give him, Jeff released the now wilting cock and pulled the boy down beside him. "Now, did you like that?" The boy nodded, albeit reluctantly. "You liked it, I liked it, so what is wrong with me doing it to you," Jeff said hugging the boy to him. The boy responded more to the hugging than the words. Jeff noticed this and so they lay together gently hugging each other and occasionally kissing while Jeff fed the lad's need for affection. "I'll give you another tenner if you sit on my face," said Jeff, reaching for the money and handing it to the boy. "Huh?" said the boy, in confusion. "Just sit down as I told you," said the man, lying back on the bed. Awkwardly the boy tried to put down the money and lower himself into the sitting position at the same time. Strong hands gripped his hips and guided him down. The boy let out a startled cry as the man nuzzled his way in between his buttocks. But it took him a few moments to realise that the man was actually kissing him there. "Please, mister you mustn't do that, it's a filthy thing to do," he cried, and tried to move off. But the hands that had so helpfully guided him, now made sure that once more he couldn't move, as Jeff at last began entering the one part of the boy's anatomy that fascinated him. As his tongue worked its way through the lad's ring he had to exert quite a lot of force to hold the lad in place. Again, slowly the squirming stopped as Alex began to enjoy the feeling of the warm invader worming its way into him. It took Jeff about 10 minutes to do all that he wanted to with his tongue then he rolled the lad off him, stood up and quickly undressed. The boy gasped when he saw Jeff's manhood. "I'm a bit bigger than your brother?" Jeff said, with a grin. The boy nodded. Jeff got back on the bed and slid his hand round Alex's bum. This time it went straight for his ring and, if the look on the boy's face was anything to go by, surprised him with the ease it slipped into his body. "Hey!" said Alex. "Take it and shut up," said Jeff, handing the boy another tenner, with his free hand. "I don't think I like this," said the boy. "Is it hurting you?" The boy shook his head. "Then give it a chance, you'll get used to it and you love it." And so Alex let the man's finger make inroads. But of course it didn't stop there. The man produced a tube, then a clear, cold jelly went in too. Soon there was more than one finger working, but by now Alex was relaxed and enjoying it. Somewhere in the course of things the lad found he was lying on his stomach with his legs well spread. He appeared to be blissfully unaware of just how vulnerable and inviting a position he was in. Two ten pound notes were waved in front of his eyes and dumped on the heap on his bedside table. Now the game began to move very swiftly indeed. The first thing that happened was Jeff lay on the boy, pinning him to the bed and knocking the breath out of his body. Then the fingers were removed and something thick and hard took their place. Jeff thrust with his hips, none too gently, and the invasion commenced. "No!" Alex managed to gasp. "Yes!" said Jeff, thrusting again, but this time a little more carefully, feeling the cute little buns hug his intruding member. "You're too big, take it out! Please." "You can take me, just stop fighting it. Relax, it won't hurt and it is not coming out until I've done you." "Please mister, take it out, I've never felt so full before." "Do you feel like you wanna have a crap?" asked Jeff. "Yeah!" "Go on then, try to push me out." The boy needed no further bidding and desperately tried to expel the trespasser. As the man intended, the boy's ring relaxed allowing the man's eager cock to slide most of the way in. Jeff laughed quietly. "You bastard," gasped the boy. "Do it again, I'm almost all the way in and it is the easiest way for you to take me," he said, in the boy's ear. "No! I can't, I'm way too full already." "Do it, or I'll just shove it in and that will hurt like hell," growled Jeff. The boy whimpered and pushed back, allowing the full length of raiding manhood to slide into his young body. "Please take it out mister." "Just shut up with your moaning, you've been paid for it. If we just lie here and stay calm you'll soon get used to me being in there." "Then what are you going to do to me?" "Alex, you sweet little innocent, I'm raping you." "What?" "Remember when your big brother plays with himself, he uses his hand? Well I'm going to use that nice tight little ring of yours to do the same thing and, here's the best bit, there is nothing that you can do about it," said Jeff, making no effort to keep the lust out of his voice. "But he shoots a lot of white goo out." "Yeah and I'm gonna fill that pretty little ass of yours with mine. Hell's teeth, when I'm finished with you there will be so much of it in you that it'll be dripping out of your slack little ass," said Jeff, making his cock buck inside his victim. "Can't you just take your money back and leave me alone?" "Nope. Kid, your ass is bought and paid for. And that is all the rest time you're getting," said Jeff, making the first tentative thrusts. God those buns felt even better than he had imagined they would, crushed against his groin and wrapped round his cock. With the lad wriggling and fighting, Jeff pounded steadily away. This was the bit he had been waiting for and he was going to relish it. Ignoring the boy's pleas, he pumped his cock in and out of the squirming small body beneath him, again enjoying the sense of total power he held over his victim. As time passed the boy began to weaken; his useless pleas and pointless struggling slowly stopped. This was Jeff's moment of glory, he had totally defeated the boy and there was no fight left in him. With gloating strokes he drove himself to his peak and felt his seed spew out of his cock and fill the lad's gut. Jeff lay on top of the boy, who was now sobbing quietly, and enjoyed the moment; another young innocent defiled. Soon he would have to move fast to avoid getting caught, but for the moment he could lie there letting the last of his seed dribble into the unwilling ass. Presently he rolled off the boy, pulling out of him at last. "Get off to the bathroom and clean yourself up, you little whore, you look like a slut," he said, maliciously. Alex did not face his abuser; he just turned his back on him and walked slowly into the bathroom. He could feel the trickle of spent cum running, as predicted, down his leg and heard a snicker from the man confirming that the man had seen it too. He slammed the bathroom door and, after a struggle, locked it. Having watched, with some relish, the rear of the thoroughly debauched boy disappear into the bathroom, the man now moved swiftly. He was off the bed, wiping his cock on his towel. Then he opened the wardrobe door and took out a complete set of clothing. A few moments later he was dressed in a rather conservative business suit. He gathered up all the bank notes, including the one in the boy's shorts and stuffed them into his pants' pocket. From the inside pocket of his jacket he removed a plastic bag with some more ten pound notes. Carefully avoiding touching them he emptied them on to the boy's bedside table. They scattered and a few went on the floor. There were a few more notes than there had been in the previous pile, but these ones did not have his fingerprints on them. He didn't mind paying the money; in a strange way it gave him a kick that he may have further corrupted the boy by turning him into a whore. He next packed all his holiday clothes, lubricant and towel into a briefcase and made for the door. His hand was reaching out to open the door when he had some second thoughts. It would be ages before the lad would dare to come out of the bathroom, but a little insurance was never wasted. He dug out his wallet and looked at the contents. There was a bundle of brand new fivers, he carefully counted out 8 of them and placed then deep in the hip pocket of the lad's shorts. He made no effort to remove his prints from these notes. He left, not even bothering to shut the door quietly. He had no qualms about his actions as he was firmly convinced that the kid would be over it by nightfall and, no doubt, spending the money. He didn't even have any lingering lust for the boy, now he was no longer pure and fresh. Oh if there had been any way to return the boy to his state of innocence, Jeff would have used it, but only so he could once more seduce and pervert him. But, alas, that was impossible and Alex was now soiled goods in Jeff's eyes, thus no longer an object of sexual interest to him. He left the hotel without incident. He had been booked in for a single night and paid cash. The name and address he was registered under were both quite valid, but had nothing to do with him. If the worst came to the worst there was always his insurance. A goodly walk through crowded streets brought him to his rather expensive company car. No one appeared to have followed him, so he simply drove off, his lust sated, for the moment. Now had he gone back to the hotel room he might have been surprised. Directly after he closed the door the bathroom door opened and Alex came out, calmly drying his bum on one of the hotel towels. Unlike the man, he appeared to be in no hurry, his movements were precise and methodical. He dropped the towel on the floor, fished a pair of underpants out of his beach bag and put them on. He picked up his shorts and pulled them on. Then he looked at the scattered notes on the bedside table. There was something wrong with them; he was sure none had been on the floor before. He shrugged and gathered them up counting them as he did so. He looked surprised when the total reached 140 quid. He felt for the tenner in his pocket and found it missing. He shrugged again, pocketed the money and finished dressing. Alex now got his towel out of his beach bag and spread it on the floor. He then folded it in four, so it was a long strip. His swimming trunks were placed on one end, and then he opened the mini-bar to survey its contents. A few moments later most of the contents of the mini-bar lay on the towel. Carefully he rolled it all up and put it in his beach bag. He had a last look round to make sure nothing of his was left, then he checked his appearance in the mirror. Yup, he looked like a nice young kid heading for the beach. He left the room, quite boldly as if he had all the right in the world to be there, and eventually left the hotel without being challenged. He had about a 10-minute walk before he found himself outside the familiar block of holiday apartments. He entered and went straight through the staff door and up some stairs. When he got to the second floor he went to the end of the corridor and opened the door. Inside, lying on one of the two beds, was another boy, a few years older than Alex. The same boy who had originally been lying next to Alex on the beach. "So he fell for it? I noticed he just about tripped over his feet in his rush to lie next to you when I got up," the older boy said. "Hook, line and sinker," said Alex with a smile, "he had his hands on my bum right from the start. He even fell for the 'I wish you were my dad' line, God how can they be that stupid? And when he took my trunks off he just about creamed himself." "You were in there for ages, I was waiting forever for him to come out." "Oh, he likes to take things very slowly." "How much did you make?" Alex then related the odd facts about the money and how it had all been disturbed. "I'll bet this 140 quid doesn't have his fingerprints on it." Alex pulled it out and counted it again. Then he went through all his pockets and found the rest. Perplexed he turned to his older brother and said, "Now what do you make of that, Dave?" Dave thought for a bit, then suddenly the little light came on over his head, "If he did get caught they would find 140 on you and the 40 in new notes that match the serial number of the ones in his wallet. So his claim that you were a rent boy and he had just paid you would be an awful convincing argument." "So I change from the little boy raped, to a whore? Clever; it wouldn't get him off completely but I'd bet the judge would be more lenient on him," said Alex, thoughtfully. "How much did you make?" asked Alex. "Not being an innocent young kid, I had to get shafted 3 times to make 60 Quid." "240 for a day's work. Not too bad. What's the total so far?" "Well including what we had left over from last year about 5 thousand. And then there are the residuals..." "Thank God mother doesn't know what a good PC costs these days." "Did you keep anything for me?" "Well, I cleaned out the mini bar..." said Alex, coyly. "Great! But that's not what I meant, and you know it. Get that cute little butt over here right now!" Cheerfully Alex bounced onto the bed next to his brother and got onto his hands and knees. His brother did not waste any time in pulling Alex's shorts and underpants down. Then he undid his own flies and pulled out a rigid cock. This he spat on, and guided it to its target. "What is the kick that you get about having sloppy seconds?" asked the younger boy, as his brother's incestuous weapon slid into him. "I like the thought of getting for free what men have paid a lot of money for. Besides, you having a bum full of jism makes you nice and slick," said Dave, running his cock in and out of the boy, joyfully. Alex began to wiggle his ass in an exciting manner making his brother groan. Then, as always, Alex began to describe what had happened to him. "As I said he just about shot his bolt when he got the trunks off me. His hands were all over me and I could feel them tremble." "Did the nasty man make you suck him off?" "Nah, this one was a power freak; he was saving everything up for my ass. You should have heard the sharp intake of breath when he finally set eyes on my ring. But he did suck me off!" "And you did the 'little boy blowing his load for the first time ever'?" "Oh please mister I think something's happening, you'd better take it out of your mouth!" said Alex, in his innocent voice. "Somehow they always fall for that line too," said David, still enjoying the sensation of screwing his well abused brother. "But of course he wouldn't let me take it out. Actually he was very good at it, he gave me lover's balls before he let me shoot. Mind you that made it that much easier to fake it as my first time." "Then he stuck it in you?" "No, he spent ages rimming me and fingering me. Then he shoved it in. The bugger even used the old 'try to have a crap sonny,' line and really shafted me. God I haven't had that one played on me for ages." "I suppose that you whimpered all the way through?" "Look, he was raping me and paying good money for it. I at least had to come up with the goods. Anyway, eventually I realised that all my struggling to escape wasn't turning him on like it usually does, so I just gave up and that was what he wanted." "And then he dumped his load in you?" "Yup, you're slopping around in it now." This seemed to push David towards the brink, and very soon young Alex was once more firmly grasped as a raging cock began to buck and jet a second load into him. Their blissful state of a post-copulation high was rudely interrupted by the voice of their Aunt calling up the stair, announcing dinner would be served in 10 minutes and reminding them to wash their hands. Giggling they parted and headed for the bathroom. "So, do we turn this one in?" asked Dave, as they cleaned up. "Yup, he really pissed me off with something he said." "What was it?" "Right after he rolled off me he called me a whore and a slut, and it bugged me." "What, by hitting the nail on the head?" asked his brother, grinning. "Nope, he thought he had turned me into a slut and a whore and he liked the idea," said Alex. "Fair enough. Now get a move on or we'll be late for dinner." "Now don't forget tomorrow is changeover day and only 2 apartments are staying over to next week. So as soon as someone checks out I want you pair in the empty apartment and start cleaning. I know that they must check out by 10am and the new ones shouldn't arrive before 2pm, but you know what they are like," said their Uncle, giving his usual pre-changeover day speech. They both nodded seriously. "I know we can't pay you much, and God knows with your dad dead and gone you need the money, but you only really have to work hard one day a week. I'm sure you like your summer job." The brothers had a hard job not laughing. The Epilogue Later that night, David slipped out and went to a phone box. There he dialled long distance and gave quite a long list of details to the voice who answered him. He looked well pleased with himself as he left the box. About four weeks later Jeff got an unexpected phone call on the outside line in his office. "Is this Mr Jeff Henderson?" a male voice inquired. "Yes." "Good, I would like to chat to you about some goings on between you and an underage boy in a hotel room on the 25th of last month," said the voice. Jeff's blood began to run cold as the voice calmly described, in detail, all the things he had done to Alex. The name of the hotel and the room number were mentioned as was the location that he had parked his car; even the alias he had used was known. Apparently there was a security camera in the hotel lobby and there were stills from it showing him and the boy together. Copies could be made available to him at no cost. "You're going to blackmail me?" Jeff all but whispered into the mouthpiece. "Oh blackmail is such an ugly word, Mr Henderson. I believe that Mr Cargil, your managing director, has somewhat strong views on the subject and doesn't even approve of heterosexual sex out of wedlock. So I think he would take a rather negative stance if he were to discover that one of his managers enjoyed raping teenage boys. So let us just say that, for a consideration, we will make sure this information never reaches your employer or, for that matter, the police." "Why me?" asked Jeff, selfishly. "Apparently it was something you said to the boy; he took exception to it. Just a second, I have it here, 'Get off to the bathroom and clean yourself up, you little whore, you look like a slut,' was the line," the voice calmly intoned. "Are you trying to tell me the kid told you that?" "Oh yes! Of course he'll be paid a finder's fee and get a percentage of what you pay us." "What! You mean he is on the game, just a rent boy?" "Yes and quite an efficient one, judging by the amount of business he puts our way. Oh, and by the way, I'd stay away from that hotel if I were you, as they would like to talk to you about the contents of the mini-bar." "Bloody Hell! The thieving little bastard." "Yes, and he does look so innocent, a little cherub, more like a choirboy than a rent boy, but can we get on with our business Mr Henderson?" "How much?" Jeff asked, resignedly. "Well considering your position, your earnings, and of course your stock options, I would say 200 would be a reasonable figure." "200 a month?" said Jeff, aghast. "A week, Mr. Henderson. Now here is how you will pay it..." The End. Comments and criticism may be heaved in the general direction of jamieanderson@compuserve.com