Rotten Bananas VII

-"Hello, my name is Vicky. Would you care for some company?"

Charlie nodded his consent, as he gulped down the rest of his whiskey. Vicky poured herself on the bar stool next to him. Her scent intoxicated him from such a close proximity. She was still a lovely woman, even if slightly past her prime.
Her pendulous breasts valiantly defied gravity, those encased in a backless halter top.

-"Would you like to order a drink?" Charlie asked as his pupils dilated when fixated on the decolletage which framed the deep valley of her cleavage.

-"I'd love one, thanks." Vicky motioned to the bartender.

After the ritual preliminaries, were each sniffed one another and automatically registered the texture, scent, and tone of each other, Vicky gently lanced her fingers with Charlie’s hand, then she led him to a room upstairs of this establishment.

Each knew what they where here for, and proceeded to deal with the business aspect. After tucking the folded bills into the inside pocket of her purse, Vicky systematically took off every particle of clothing, with the expediency of a production line worker.

Charlie sat slowly on the edge of the bed and took a sip of his whiskey glass, while he drank her in with his eyes. At leisure, he took a detailed inventory of every inch of her anatomy -- the good as well as the flawed.

Vicky was not used to being inspected with such blatant curiosity, as if she were an anomaly. She planted her hands on her hips, and asked him if he planned to get rid of his clothing.

-“There’s no rush Vicky, don’t worry about the clock.” Charlie said in a hoarse tone. –“I want you to walk slowly towards the door, then come back here.”

Vicky did as was told.

-“No! I don’t want you to march towards the door! I want you to saunter there gracefully, while you swing your hips side to side. Do it again please, and this time take your time.”

Vicky attempted her walk again, this time taking her time while shaking her rump. She ended her catwalk an inch away from where Charlie sat.

One calloused hand provided a lift to ease the heavy weight of her sagging breast, while the other hand traveled the whiskey glass to his lips. After taking a sip, he asked her to do the walk again.

-“This time Vicky, I want you to retrieve your black stockings which you rapidly discarded, as well as your shoes, and put those on for me. Please face the door, and be sure to bend down all the way to secure properly the shoe clasp. And please – take your time.”

Vicky intuited that Charlie was a voyeur. She played the game, taking her time straightening the back seams of her stockings, while giving him a close-up of her derriere, as well of the portal which lay ensconced between the pillars of her thighs.

She took an inordinate amount of time to secure the straps of her high-heeled shoes. When done, she pivoted towards Charlie to stand a small distance from where he sat utterly engrossed in watching her movements like a hawk.

Charlie raises his right hand and asks Vicky to take a sip of his whiskey. Vicky does as instructed, then feels the rest of the whiskey spill down her chin, down to her breasts, as Charlie takes it upon himself to baptize her with the fiery liquid.

When there's not a drop left to pour, Charlie releases the glass and grabs hold of Vicky as he pulls her towards him and presses his face to her breasts. He encircles her body with his arms and holds her to him this way for the longest time.

Vicky intuits that this guy simply wants comfort, as well as to look at her ass. With her free hands, she alternated between embracing him back, as well as softly running her fingers through his hair.

After what seems a very long time, Vicky feels tremors shaking Charlie's frame, as well as her own in turn. She feels hot tears trickling down onto her breasts, these mingling with the evaporating whiskey on her skin.




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Rotten Bananas VI

-"You look sharp dude. Here, try on this suede jacket too." Jose suggested, as he held the jacket open for Charlie to try it.

-"You think that I look fine? I know I will believe that after I get a hair cut. Thanks for helping me choose the pieces to match Jose.
I think that you really have a future as a fashion consultant." Charlie said with a wink.

-"You got it. I have impeccable taste, as well as an astute business sense. Your whole new wardrobe, including the full-length wool coat and shoes won't amount to more than eighty dollars. The pieces ticketed green, are half priced this week.
Although I think that you should buy the underwear and socks brand new.

Let's finish up here, and then walk to the ninety-nine cent store. Hey! We can even get some cologne there too!"


As they carried their purchases to the nearby store, they walked with a brisk stride, full of energy. The change in their diet and habitat had really made all the difference.


-“It feels so nice to walk into a heated store, in from the glacial cold. Although I think it doesn’t beat the high of having money in my pocket to buy whatever I need.” Charlie said with a little pride.

-“You recall what I said two weeks ago Charlie? It all comes down to money. Now what you need to do after we get you transformed is that you get yourself some pussy.”

-“I don’t know about that Jose. Let’s not push our luck. I am very content with earning enough to pay for our room and for decent food. Besides, I can’t even remember the last time I was with a woman. And now, well, now -- I’m ashamed of my body. Which woman would sleep with me the way my body looks?” Charlie said chagrined.

-“Hey, I sleep with you, and I don’t mind it. Well, I don’t make love to you, but we do share the same room and bathroom. It will be alright buddy -- we'll be all right, you will see.” Jose said as he draped one arm around Charlie’s back in solidarity.

-“Besides my friend, we will sort of stimulate the economy. Did you know that the whore ranches in Nevada are in dire need of new customers?
The situation is so bad now, that even seventy-two year old women are applying for work there. Don’t assume that you will get a Britney Spears look alike either. Get real!

Let’s go get something to eat, and then get the hair cut, and then sleep. We should be ready by 11:00 pm sharp for work duty.

Richard is getting all into the Holiday spirit, and suggested that we also target cars full of packages as an extra curricular activity, dressed as Santa Claus and fill a huge sack.
We will see about that. For now let’s stick to the plan, and tomorrow you are getting laid my friend.

Now that I think about it, I think that I will too. Let’s walk to the personal health aisle and get some condoms too."




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Rotten Bananas V

-“The cold is unforgiving; it chills one to the bone.

My body shivers on its own accord which resembles an epileptic dance. Does it not seem like ages, since we've felt the embrace of the sun?
Or the warmth of skin-on-skin contact for that matter.

I’ve already forgotten the oppressive heat of an August afternoon.” Charlie said wistfully, followed by a long shot of whiskey.

-"I feel as if I had nearby the glacial companionship of death, as if it were flirting with me from afar, subtly letting its presence known. This chills me to the core Charlie.

It's ironic that for all the money I've held, I end up like this. It all comes down to money Charlie.” Jose said pragmatically.

“With money you can follow the sun’s rays, where they beam near the equator. Not in the least, you can purchase that wonderful skin-on-skin contact which I vaguely remember and sometimes crave.

Say, why don’t we make some extra cash together? I know how. There is a guy who deals with recycling, who always looks for extra help. Not in the sense of recycling aluminum cans. Rather, one has to be an audacious risk taker to make some fairly decent money."

-“What does this recycling entail?” Charlie asked, his curiosity piqued.

-“Well, he deals with copper, iron, even catalysts from pick-up trucks which are in high demand. Lately he’s focused on fire hydrant lids. Those fetch nearly Nine Hundred dollars.
There’s good money for an honest day’s work -- well figuratively speaking.
With today’s economy, most people are reluctant to part ways with little spare change, and one must improvise.” Jose reasoned.

-“Well, it does sound tempting, but I can’t see myself doing a getaway, and transporting and delivering those in my market cart.”

-“Don’t worry about that. They will pick you up and you can ride on the back of their van. The crew just needs to move stealthily and agilely. With that money we can share a weekly hotel room during the harsh winter. Imagine dunking into a scalding hot bath, and watching TV afterwards!” Jose sold the point home.

Just then a man dressed in dark slacks and a leather jacket, approached them. He looked with tenderness at them and asked: “Have you let the Lord into your life?”

-“Well, lookie here my man. Come closer and take a good look at us.
I am marginalized from society. I have to scrounge like a rat for sporadic nourishment. I’ve developed skin growths the size of nickels all over my back.
Do you think that we look as if we are the believing type?” Charlie said brimming with sarcasm.

-“My brothers, I know what ails you and trust me that the Lord can save you. Jesus Christ loves you!" He said with glowing passion.

“I know things are bad now my brothers, but God has spoken. He has warned that things will get even much -- much worst! Yet, He will provide for his flock all of the basic necessities.

Here take this pamphlet. Meet me this Saturday or Sunday at noon at this address. You will be fed a warm meal, and your spirit will not be hungry anymore either.
If you repent and let God into your heart, your addiction can be cured overnight. Together we will bring you back to life my brothers.” The man said, as he walked away as swiftly as he had arrived.

Charlie wrinkled the pamphlet, then changed his mind and read through it to divert himself from the relentless chill which seeped through his damp clothing.

-"You never did tell me how you ended up in this dumpster Jose." Charlie asked to change the subject.

-"This man reminded me Charlie, that the glacial hand of death is itching to snatch me. With all that I've done in my life; I know exactly where I would go." Jose said dejectedly, followed by incessant coughing.



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Rotten Bananas IV

-“Rebeca was her name. She was the sweetest gal I’ve ever met. I remember that she used to bring me warm clothes and toiletries, and always something hot and delicious home cooked.
I recall that I would ravenously devour that food and it tasted like manna from heaven.
In turn, she would expertly devour my cock.” Jose mused with a faraway look.

-“So, how is it that she knew that you were in prison, and that she came to help you get out of there?” Charlie asked with skepticism.

-“I had been there for about three weeks, debilitated and sick as a dog. I had been beaten, and I was coughing up flem, wiping the running mucus with the caked sleeve of my shirt.
I had lost ten pounds in that stretch of time; in thanks to a bout with chronic diarrhea- they occasionally served rotten food!

Anyways, to summarize...I asked a new buddy whom I had saved from getting gang raped, since you know the cute boys are inserted into this facility in a peculiar way, upon arrival.
He therefore owed me. I asked him to ask his girlfriend to deliver a message from me to Rebeca.
In my feverish state, the only one I could think of was her because she was so cool, and I desperately needed help.

With antibiotics, I was able to arrest my severe coughing and sneezing.
When I was well again, I started bathing with icy cold water being the only option. Although in truth I would wash only the necessary parts of the anatomy with a wash cloth and soap provided by Rebeca.

I asked her to contact some business contacts…to get me a good lawyer and a review of my case. As you know the court system there is crooked in general. One can buy a lawyer or a judge with the right connections and affluence.”

-“Just like that you were able to get out of prison?” Charlie asked with mild curiosity.

-“Let’s just say that I had to sell my soul to the Devil in return. I was able to shorten my stay in purgatory, and went to repay my heavy debt. I was transferred to their Peruvian base and made a lot of money with high caliber deliveries for them, not bull shit envelopes. But guess what? I invested two-thirds in Clae which offered a 100% return investment.

-“Who is Clae?”

-“Son of bitches’ investment firm. They took the savings and most of the money of Ten Thousand people, with the promise of huge dividends. They initially paid investors a healthy return which fed the frenzy to want to invest with them.

Some invested their whole life savings; they sold their homes, cars to invest with these motherfuckers. This happened in 1988, I was almost wiped out.

I used what little I had left to get a new identity and passport, and headed to Mexico. There my business contacts were able to transport me comfortably into the United States, can you believe as if nothing? A customs official just looked the other way.” Jose said with mild cynicism.



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Rotten Bananas III

-“Well Charlie, all I can say is that the world is a big beautiful place, with lots of beautiful women inhabiting it.

One woman should not be enough to destroy your life over.
But, considering your experience, you might agree with me that the most sincere, and satisfying women are the prostitutes.

They are not out to get your soul and drag it to hell for all eternity. They’re simply experts at fucking, without the bullshit games. Some even disperse pseudo-love as a bonus too.
In my time I’ve become quite attached to a few – literally and figuratively speaking of course.

Like most people, I’ve had my heart broken when I was a young man. That was the motivation I need to leave my small province, and want to see the world. I’m from the Pacific Coast, so I smuggled into one of the huge cargo ships, to where ever it would go.

I was able to stay hidden in the bowels of the ship; I had taken provisions for this.
So my ship lands in Argentina, where I am discovered when leaving my hiding post. Immigration and Custom officials asked me for documents, I said to them I have nothing to give you, nor money to pay.
I am kept for a few days, and they ask me where I wanted to go since I cannot stay there. I said anywhere, and they put me in a cargo ship heading to Colombia.

There is where I started my life as a sailor, and saw the world. I made a lot of money as a special courier, which allowed me to consort with the most beautiful women money can buy.

I lived in high style at every port, and I tell you brother each woman from a different region varies in looks, speaking manner, passion, and even taste depending on the diet of the region.
All I can say is that variety is a good thing.

Anyway, with time all wounds heal. The girl who broke my heart when she chose another over me, eventually became a distant memory of the past.

-“Sounds like you had a blast, let’s toast to that!” as they clicked whiskey bottles.
“So how did you end up in this dumpster Jose?”

-“Well, I was doing the courier service on the side, from my base in Colombia. I never opened the large envelope I was given to deliver. I simply did it and I was paid a Thousand dollars cash upon delivery.
I was doing it more frequently, and eventually I was caught.

I did some prison time Charlie, and I disagree with you that one can acclimate to living incarcerated. The one I was in was not for living; it was worst than a corral for pigs.
In a place like that, only money and your guardian angel can keep you alive – humanity and life are worth nothing.

We had no private cells; just inflatable mattresses scattered in one common room.
With the sea midst off the coast, one awoke to a damp, wet mattress shivering without coverlets of any sort.
Anything one needed such as clothes, food, medicine, and even a cell you had to pay for.

The ones doing hard time had to buy real state. The cost was $2,500 for a tiny cell. A lot of people developed respiratory problems due to the coastal midst and lack of warmth, but you would not be treated or given medicines, unless purchased.

A lot died there from malnutrition, pneumonia, or tuberculosis, which sadly spread rapidly among the others.

Food was just a handful of crap to entertain your stomach. But if you wanted vegetables, fruits, meat, one had to pay for it, or have someone bring it in from outside.

I had no one to do this for me, yet you know who helped me survive that stint and eventually get out?"

-“Who?” asked Charlie expectantly.

-“A prostitute I had known. She had a heart of gold and incredible teats. I always remember her fondly to this very day."





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Rotten Bananas II

-“Once upon a time Jose, I had it all.

I had a pretty wife, a small cozy home, and a good job.
What else could I ask for -- perhaps a few kids? What I was not aware of then, was that I was a chimp.
It’s my fault too in a way. I refused to acknowledge what was evident to others.”

-“Why were you a chimp Charlie?”

-“Cause I was – I am. Look at me now. I am happy to score rotten bananas from the trash bins of the Central Market. Anyways, I did everything I was supposed to do – and more.
I paid all the bills; I would even clean the house, cook, and iron her uniform while she went to school to be a nurse. She had nothing to worry about besides her studies.

So, after she graduated, right away I saw how she changed. It was as if she was more important now, better somehow now that she was making more than me.
It started with her co-worker, another nurse picking her up for carpooling. He would visit also on days off, and they would exclude me and others from their conversations, or be on the phone on other occasions.

Anyways, one day my back was acting out, so I came home early from work. Everything is normal, until I see his car in the driveway. Something made me park out in the street and come in quietly. As I walked the long corridor to our bedroom, I could make out the grunting sound, like wild animals behind the closed door.

My heart was racing, and I almost felt lightheaded as my sweaty palm softly opened the door, just an inch or two. What I saw is something I will never forget Jose.

I saw that my loving wife was on her knees, getting fucked vigorously from the rear.
Her expression reflected on the closet mirrors doors, was one of excruciating pain, mingled with ecstasy. She was getting reamed like a common whore -- my own wife!

I was stupefied and rooted on the spot; It was shocking and disgusting to see how she was getting ridden like a mare in heat. Yet, I lost it when the nurse yelled to her 'You’re my bitch!' as he soundly slapped her ass while he sodomized her." Charlie said this with barely contained rage.

-“What did you do then?” Jose asked incredulously.

-“Like I said, I lost it. I wanted to tear his head off, and separate them. With a war cry I kicked the door in and jumped on the bed, and we became a circus of three. I delivering punches everywhere, I was so enraged that I was seeing red.

It was disgusting Jose. They were not even using condoms for anal sex!
This infuriated me even more, as the insulated small room took a surreal odor of sweat, raw passion, rage and shit.
So anyways, after I unplugged those two, I smashed his nose in. The bitch came out to defend him and started ridding on my back like a banshee and scratching my face.

Even though my back was out of whack, I was able to indiscriminately deliver the punches, even hitting her in the process.
The closet mirror doors cracked even when I grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the mirrors over and over, until I almost knocked him unconscious and smeared his blood all over those.

In summary, I was arrested for domestic violence and aggravated assault. She put a restraining order against me, and I was barred from my own home. So, I let it go. I let everything go Jose. I was a mess and I could not produce at work. I lost my job, as well as my faith in God and humanity.

For a long time I harbored these dark fantasies of revenge. Curiously not towards her, but towards him. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me. He had taken everything that I loved from me.
I had already been to jail anyways. It's not that bad in there after you acclimate." Charlie said with an eerie glint on his face.

-"I don't agree with you on that one Charlie, but tell me, did you take revenge?"

-"The only thing that would calm the rage consuming me like acid was the crutch of a drink. Eventually that was all I needed. I was lost in oblivion of drunkenness. Other times I simply curled up and cried like a baby.

So, I did not take revenge partly because sometimes I blamed myself too, and wondered if I had not been man enough for her. But I think that it was her own vanity that did her in. And what goes around, comes around anyways. He was married too, eventually he left her and stayed with his wife.

So, what’s your story Jose?” Charlie asked as he leaned back to rest comfortably on an improvised pillow of a trash bag.




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Rotten Bananas

His eyes bulged like plump olives, accompanied with an expression of stark horror exalted on his face; which was rapidly changing to a hue of red.

- “Oh my God Charlie! What’s the matter buddy?” Asked Jose with genuine concern

Charlie could not formulate a reply; he was able only to grunt like a primate, while he thought that this was the end.

For what seemed an interminable moment, which traveled in slow motion, Charlie was panicked that his time had possibly come to an end. As miserable as his life was, he did not want to die now -- not this way. Charlie was able to swallow the knot of chow mien noodles which had obstructed his esophagus.

- “You see? That’s what you get for eating like a pig Charlie. Are you OK?”

Tears blurred his vision, as saliva started to accumulate and slither down the corners of his mouth. The trickle of tears created an irrigational system mapping his dirt-streaked face.

- “I was starving; I had not eaten since yesterday morning. I should have not greedily stuffed my face. But for a second there, I thought that I was a goner and it scared me. I think when one is about to depart, one does not want to let go. I would have died all alone here on the street, my body just another lump of waste to discard of properly.” Charlie said dejectedly.

- “What about me? You got me, I’m your friend!” Jose said reproachfully.

- “I know buddy, but you could have attempted to save me you know with the Heimlich maneuver. Anyways, having you as a buddy is great. But I feel so sad that no one who loves me would see me depart.”

- “Oh man, you are born alone, and one will die alone. Or you expect like the ancient tribes, that your wives will be sacrificed and join you in death? You’re a sentimental old fool!”

- “That I am a homeless fool does not make me inhuman dude. I don’t need a lot of stuff, but I still have feelings. You see Jose, once I was loved, and loved in return. And although life may harden, and embitter one, the only moment I felt alive and life full of wonder was when I was in love.

- “Love? My belly needs food and drink. If I’m shivering cold at three am, I need a jacket to cover me. That is what I need. Money too to buy me love anytime my friend. Hard cold cash does not let you down, where is your love now?” Jose said with a glint of avarice.

Charlie wiped the drool and tears with remnants of a white paper bag. This made his face appear cleaner and serene. His eyes took a misty quality, as he scanned the vaults of his memory.



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