Rotten Bananas IX

-“So how do you feel buddy? Did you have a good time?” Jose inquired impertinently.

-“I sure did; she was a very nice woman. I think that I will go back to see her again.” Charlie said without offering further details.

-“Well, are you ready for all the details of my soiree?
You see, I could not make up my mind on those two since they were both aggressively competing for my attention.
Finally, they mutually agreed to offer me a deal like Payless.
As in 'Buy one, and get the other at half price.'
Of course they were more into each other, than into me, but I can’t honestly say that they neglected me.” Jose said with a mischievous wink.

-“Hey, let’s run this light before it turns red. We're almost late for work Charlie, and you know how anal Richard is about punctuality. Come on Charlie! Let’s make a run for it!” Jose said as he ran ahead of Charlie to cross the street, as a bus stationed in the corner to pick up passengers.

The massive bus impaired their vision, and both the car circumventing the bus from behind, as well as Jose, did not see each other until the moment of impact.

The brutal impact catapulted Jose into the air like a rag doll, landing him in a twisted heap, several feet from the crossing line.

The driver sped away, as Jose lay unconscious in the middle of the intersection. Charlie inebriated at the time was afraid that Jose would be run over again by the traffic coming in from opposite directions.

Charlie grabbed Jose from behind, and dragged him slowly to the curb, and away from harms way.

-“CALL FOR HELP!” Charlie yelled at the stationed bus driver, as he cradled Jose’s head on his lap and pleaded with him to wake up.

-“Help is coming soon buddy, just hang in there!” Charlie said through tears as Jose regained consciousness, yet started bleeding from his mouth.

Charlie felt Jose’s life force ebbing slowly away, as the minutes turned into a quarter of an hour, and still no help arrived.

-“Remember Jose when you said that we would be alright? You’ve got to hang on buddy, you’ve got to! Please do it for me. You are the only friend I have left.” Charlie said this as he sobbed disconsolately.

-“Sure buddy, you got it. Although from experience I’ll tell you that there’s no rush to save people like us. If something happens to me Charlie, you will be alright.
Look at you; you are a sharp dresser – thanks to me of course.” Jose said as he coughed up more blood.

As the minutes trickled, Charlie kept up the conversation to animate Jose into staying focused.

-“Jose, you never did tell me the story of how you ended up in the street, when you had all this money and connections.” Charlie asked out of curiosity and desperation that help was slow to come.

Spitting out more blood, Jose answered, “It was due to bad investments Charlie. The worst of which, was investing the heart in the wrong person.”

Those were Jose’s last words, as his spirit deployed with the delicacy of a falling autum leaf.




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Rotten Bananas VIII

Very gently, Vicky pushed Charlie back to lie on the bed; the motion taking her with him. Gravity made the full body embrace all the more solid.

As customary for Vicky, she refrained from kissing on the lips. Instead, she decided to ignite a slow-burning flame considering that Charlie was so sentimental and obviously fragile.

Delicately disengaging from the octopus embrace she was imprisoned in, she sat up to straddle Charlie’s torso.

Vicky literally purred like a kitten as she leaned over to disperse dozens of butterfly kisses all over Charlie’s face.
Some of the little kisses were barely perceptible, as her lips made whisper-soft contact with his damp eyelids, roughened cheeks, and nose. Vicky worked her way around his lips, down to his earlobes which caused a stark reaction from Charlie.

As her lips traveled down to his neck, all the while dispersing unlimited delicate kisses, simultaneously, she started to unbutton his shirt.
Vicky was half way done unbuttoning those, when Charlie abruptly halted her hands in mid-process, and requested that she turn off the lights.

-“Sure honey, do you mind if I turn on some music?” Vicky asked startled by his request since in her experience, most men are highly visual and enjoy staring at the ceiling which is mirrored, for the multiple view in front and back.

Paying attention to her movements, Vicky sauntered seductively towards the radio and found just the perfect song playing by the Isley Brothers, “Living for the Love of You.” It was a perfect song to set the mood.

To economize her efforts, she retrieved a condom from her purse, and initiated her return to the bed. The lit dial tone of the stereo illuminated her way.

Straddling Charlie once more, she finished what she had started, while renewing her distribution of little kisses, now down his torso, as she felt his accelerated heart beat amplified by the darkness which enveloped the room. The beat seemed to augment in crescendo as Vicky sensuously grazed her nipples over Charlie’s midriff.

The darkness also seemed to amplify the scent of bodily secretions, seeping now when mixed with the odorless lubricant Vicky used as a working tool.
Considering that enough time had been wasted in nonsense, Vicky’s hands unbuckled Charlie’s belt and unzipped his pants.

Charlie was putty in her hands and mouth, as Vicky expertly performed fellatio on him post wrapping him in the condom. When nearing the point of no return, Vicky thought it would be prudent to stop.

-“Do you want me to finish you this way, or do you want to fuck me?” Vicky whispered into his ear, as she flicked her tongue in his earlobe.

-“I wanna fuck!” Charlie said this with urgency, as he pushed Vicky on her back and without further preliminaries, came through the door.

Vicky braced herself for a wild ride, as she extended her stocking-clad legs in the air and squeezed him hard. Abruptly she halted her motions and disengaged herself, while she pushed Charlie away.

-“What the fuck? Get off me!” Vicky yelled at Charlie as she scrambled to turn on the bedside lamp.

-“What is that on your back, turn around so I can see it!” Vicky demanded.

Charlie’s ardor deflated as well as his morale; he gave his back to her as he scrambled to search for his clothes.

-“Oh my God! I’m so sorry…I…is it contagious?” Vicky asked full of panic.

-“No, not as far as I can tell. These are lipomas which I’ve developed over the years. Look...I’m sorry. I’ll just get dressed and leave.” Charlie said utterly dejected and mortified.

Something in his eyes tore at Vicky’s heart. She came around to where Charlie sat, and embraced him tight.

-“I’m sorry honey. I’m sorry that I reacted like that. Please forgive me; you don’t seem a bad guy. Do you want to try to re-start? I won’t charge you for the extra time.” She ventured with a little smile.

-“No Vicky, I think that’s it for me for tonight. But, I would like it very much if you lie down next to me, and simply hold me for a little while.” Charlie said with tears brimming in his eyes.

Moved by his tears, Vicky fell on bed encircled in Charlie's arms. In an attempt to make up for her hysteria, she kissed him tenderly on the lips.



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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."





To be continued…