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A Bad Loan | SparkyMan | 8

 

Over one week had passed since Brenda and Mitch were paid a visit by Mac’s thugs. Mitch had taken a couple of days off from work to recuperate, until he felt confident to return without showing any visible signs of the beating he received. Brenda, too, returned to her normal daily schedule of work, dinner, and cleaning.

The entire week had passed, and neither Brenda nor Mitch said anything about the incident. It was almost as if it never happened. However, the strained silence, and the lack of any physical contact between the two was evidence that it was taking a toll on their relationship. Brenda would politely ask if Mitch was feeling okay, secretly hoping he would break down, and want to talk. It never happened. Mitch would always say that he was doing better, thank her, and tell her he loved her, eager for her to open up. It never happened.

The other thing that never happened during the week was a phone call from Mac. There had been no word, nor any visits, making both of them wonder when the bomb would drop again?

On this particular day, Mitch returned home, walking through the door to be greeted by the wonderful smell of Italian cooking filling the house. He recognized the familiar aroma, recalling what a wonderful cook his wife was. ‘Maybe this was the day he could get everything off his chest?’ Mitch wondered, as he wandered into the kitchen. His eyes were treated to a beautiful sight of Brenda in a knee-length black skirt, a white silk blouse, and black four-inch heels bent over a large steaming pot. He walked up behind her and hugged her close, feeling her for the first time that week.

Brenda knew he was there and tried to ignore him. However, when he grabbed her, she had to divert her attention to him.

Mitch sensed something was wrong. Brenda was too rigid. She had a nervous look on her face that Mitch could not understand. He was about to ask if everything was all right, when Brenda told him to go have a seat in the dining room. “Dinner will be right out, just go sit down.”

Mitch went into the dimly lit room, noting the flickering light, probably coming from the candles on the table. ‘Nice, romantic dinner,’ he told himself just before fully entering the large room. At that point, he realized why Brenda had been so nervous and jittery. His stomach had just lurched into his throat, making him lose his appetite for the great meal he knew Brenda had prepared.

“Mitchell, my boy! Have a seat.” The gruff voice, so reminiscent of Marlon Brando in ‘The Godfather’ echoed in Mitch’s ears. The silver haired man gestured across the large oak table to an empty seat, located between Vito and Vinnie. The same seat he had been taped to a week earlier. On the near side of the table, there were three chairs also. Mac was standing at the seat nearest the doorway, and Carmine was there also, an empty seat between the two. The large table was perfect for the company.

Mitch nervously obeyed, as he silently inched his way around the table and the bodyguards, setting down in his designated seat. He looked at the wine goblets filled to the rim with Chianti. Nobody had drunk, and the table was in pristine condition. Mitch was about to speak up when Mac silenced him, raising a hand, “Sshh; not before dinner.”

Within moments, Brenda appeared in the doorway with a large bowl, spaghetti noodles visibly heaped into the bowl. She placed the noodles in the middle of the table, and reappeared with a slightly smaller bowl filled with sauce, meatballs and sausage. On the third trip, Brenda produced the freshly tossed salad. Mac and Carmine rose from their seats, and politely escorted Brenda to the empty seat between them. Mac bowed his head, and made a blessing. “Munge,” he exclaimed as he reached to the Chianti.

Brenda proved to be the perfect hostess, filling each guest’s plate first, then Mitch’s and finally hers. Everyone ate in complete silence, other than Mac, who continually complemented Brenda on her cooking. He also continually encouraged her to drink, constantly keeping her glass full. No one else had their glass refilled. Mac and Brenda eventually finished the bottle halfway through dinner. Carmine asked Mitch where he kept the wine. Mitch told him where the extra bottles were kept, and Carmine quickly replaced the empty bottle.

Mitch watched Brenda carefully as she slowly succumbed to the effects of the alcohol. Mac had commanded her attention the entire time, and it was as if no one else was there. He threw in compliments of her attire and her beauty in between the accolades of her cooking. He also patted her hand repeatedly, and occasionally patted her knee or thigh. Brenda was becoming quite warm, her temperature rising with each sip of wine. Her eyes were becoming glassy as she tried to fight off the effects. Mitch was becoming worried, knowing that Mac had something evil and sinister planned.

Brenda knew what was happening. She just found it harder and harder to resist. Mac was so insistent that she join him every time he drank. She knew better than to upset him, so she obliged. She sipped at first, but Mac insisted she drink, so she drank. Every time she drank, it seemed to go down easier, so she drank more. She never noticed that no one, other than her and Mac, had refilled their glasses. Brenda only talked when Mac asked her a question, and her reply was usually monosyllabic. Brenda needed to stop, or she would be totally drunk very soon. She began to excuse herself, announcing that she was going to clear the table.

Mac wrapped his heavy arm around her shoulder, keeping her pinned in her seat, “Nonsense,” he answered. “You cooked; Mitch, you clean! Vito, keep an eye on Mitch and make sure he comes right back.” Brenda sat back down and shot a pleading look towards Mitch, for him to do as told. Mac and Brenda resumed drinking as Mitch cleaned up under the watchful eye of Vito. Brenda began to worry, knowing what excess alcohol did to her libido. Having Carmine next to her and Vinnie across from her reminded her of their well-endowed treasures. Brenda began feeling the wetness grow between her legs as Mac caressed her arm, in a near hug. Brenda melted as Mac’s fingers ran through her silken hair. She could feel the eyes of the two other men undressing her. It excited her catching them staring at her as she spied them through her draining glass.

Brenda could feel her nipples harden as Mac’s fingers danced across the back of her neck. She rubbed her thighs together creating pleasurable friction, building her excitement. She was hot! She needed some attention! Her stomach was filled with wine, but her body was filled with lust and desire. Her pussy was aflame with desire, and she desperately needed a large fire hose to put out her flames.

Vito and Mitch had just returned and were now seated across the table once again.

Brenda stared at Mitch with a look of desperation. Mitch knew the look. She was definitely horny! Mitch needed to get rid of these guys, before Brenda got out of control. Mitch needed to get rid of these guys, so he could release his own backlog of boiling ball juice.

 

Where do things go from here?


          Next payment is due ...

          Mitch gives in ...

 
 

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