LAST CUBA LIBRE

TONY

The door opens and a woman of about fifty, slovenly and wrinkled, gives us a friendly smile and lets us in.

"Do you know the fees?" asks the woman.

Claudio nods, tiredly. "Are they the same girls as last week? He asks her.

"No, they've changed."

"Oh, pity," says Claudio disappointed. "Where are these from?"

"Rumania."

"Oh, alright." Then, turning to me. "Those others were Russian."

A door opens and two strapping Rumanian women in baby dolls, stockings and stilettos walk towards us smiling coyly. They both have the typical features of girls from the East and sculpted, slim bodies, but one has tits as big as melons and the other is as flat as a board.

The girls stand and wait for our decision and Claudio nods at the one with the big tits.

"Both of us," I say.

The flat girl shrugs and goes back where she came from and the girl with the big tits asks, "Together or separately?"

I look at Claudio seeking help and he shrugs and says, "For me..."

"OK," I say. "Together. It will be fun."

"Can I have a glass of water?" asks Claudio.

"Svetlana," says the woman.

Svetlana disappears for a moment and returns with a glass of mineral water; she gives it to Claudio. He puts it to his mouth and takes a long drink, his Adam's apple bobs up and down.

"Svetlana," says the woman. "Show the boys the way."

We follow the girl along the narrow corridor to a small room almost entirely occupied by a double bed. The bed has crumpled sheets and the room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp with a red shade. There is a window with the shutters closed and a small washbasin. The Rumanian woman indicates that we should go over to the washbasin and turns on the tap. In turn she undoes our trousers and lowers our boxers, she splashes liquid soap onto her hands and washes our pricks and balls carefully.

I am the second to be washed and my prick starts to stiffen in her skilled hands.

"So, what do you want to do?" asks Svetlana in a foreign accent.

"Hmm," I say, "What's your speciality?"

"Everything"

"Surprise me."

"Take off your trousers, sit on the bed."

I obey. Svetlana takes off her baby doll and bra and starts to undo her suspender belt.

"Keep your stockings on," I say, consulting Claudio with a glance. He nods, we agree.

Svetlana takes off her stilettos and lies on the bed, propping her elbows on the pillow, then she extends her long legs sheathed in stockings between my thighs, rubs her foot with its painted nails against my prick, which stiffens visibly and finally she uses both feet to masturbate me.

"Wow," I say, "You're better with your feet than my girlfriend with her hands."

Claudio smiles, bored. He drinks a last sip of water and stands up. Svetlana begins to touch her tits, sighing and pinching the nipples. Claudio pulls off his jeans and Calvin Klein boxers and stands beside the bed, at a level with Svetlana's face, then he starts wanking.

"Lick my balls," he orders.

Svetlana sticks out her tongue and starts licking his balls with long, regular movements, seeking maximum friction.

"Yes, like that... Good...," murmurs Claudio.

In the meantime Svetlana continues pumping me with the soles of her feet. After a while I decide to vary things a bit. I sit astride her and put my prick between her tits. Svetlana squeezes her tits with her hands, pressing my hard and purple prick. Claudio tries to shove his prick into her mouth.

"Put a condom on," she says.

"No condom," says Claudio. "There's nothing wrong with me." Then he bends down and thrusts a hand into the jeans lying on the floor, takes three one hundred euro banknotes and waves them a few centimetres from Svetlana's face. She grabs them and puts them on the bedside table.

Claudio brings his prick closer to her lips. She smiles casually, opens her mouth and starts to suck him, twisting her neck round. Claudio closes his eyes and moans.

"Suck it, whore," he says. His tone of voice is surprisingly fierce. "Oh, you really are a great whore."

Svetlana continues sucking off Claudio and at the same time gives me a Russian and I'm terribly excited by the situation and soon I come, spraying sperm over her tits and her neck.

Claudio hasn't finished yet. He pulls his prick out of her mouth and picks up the water glass.

"Lick me," he says.

Svetlana changes position. She kneels on the floor and starts licking his balls. In the meantime her hand keeps working. Claudio moans again, puts the glass under the tip of his prick and pours spunk into it. Then he puts the glass against Svetlana's lips and says, "I want you to drink it."

"It will cost you," Svetlana warns him.

"Doesn't matter."

Svetlana looks at Claudio, then at the glass, then again at Claudio.

"Another three hundred," she says.

Claudio sighs, picks up his jeans and takes the banknotes from his silver money clip. He holds them in front of Svetlana's face with a scornful look.

"Do it." He orders.

Pulling a face, Svetlana brings the glass to her mouth, throws her head back and swallows the mixture of water and sperm in the bottom, then she puts out her tongue and runs it round the edge of the glass and inside the glass, gathering up the filaments of sperm and swallowing them, then she hands the glass back to Claudio. He checks that it's empty.

"Did you like it?" he asks her.

"Like mad," she answers neutrally. "I want some more." Then she grabs the banknotes from his hand and puts them on the bedside table with the others.

I get dressed and Claudio does the same. He pats me on the back and nods at the door.

"How much do I owe you?" I ask.

"This evening is on me," he says.

We leave the room. We leave the apartment and say goodbye in the car park.

"Tell me something," I say opening the Porsche. "Why do you do it?" I pause. "I mean, you could have all the girls you want.

"Well, it's different."

"Different? Why?"

"I don't know," says Claudio. "I like it."

"You're a right one," I say and I sit behind the wheel of the Porsche and I start the engine. I turn the radio on and skip from one station to another. On Radio Deejay I find a track by Pink that suits me, Just like a pill, and I raise the volume.