"YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME AVERY!" Mitch yelled, waking me from a sound sleep.
Bright sunlight was streaming into the room, and as I struggled to focus on my surroundings, I heard Mitch's voice again. "How the fuck did this happen?"
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back toward me. I rolled over on my side and touched him on the hip. Mitch turned a little and looked at me over his shoulder; his expression scared me a little as he listened to Avery.
"Okay, okay, I'll be there as soon as I can, but if word of this gets back to Johnston, you'll be unemployable as far as he's concerned," Mitch said in a stern voice.
From his tone and the expression on his face, I knew something terrible had happened.
"Just sit tight, and I'll be there as soon as possible," Mitch said again just before he closed his phone.
He pressed the phone against his forehead and spoke softly, "God damn that fucking kid and his drugs."
His comment didn't clear up any of my confusion, but it was obvious that Avery and Jasmine had gotten into some trouble, and drugs were involved.
"Can I help Mitch?" I asked softly.
Mitch turned toward me and placed his hand on my shoulder, "It's Jasmine; she overdosed on the coke they bought in some local bar. They are at the hospital, and Avery isn't sure she's going to pull through."
I instantly had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt nauseous, knowing my friend could die.
"On top of that, the local police responded to the emergency call and are asking a lot of questions," Mitch added.
I understood the consequences we both could suffer as a result. Mitch had recommended Avery to be on Johnston's staff, and I was told explicitly to keep Jasmine and Tiffany in line while we were in Mexico. My failure to do so could result in Mitch losing the chief of staff position and Elegant Escorts losing our contact in Washington. If Jasmine didn't make it, the results of her death would be devastating.
"How well do you know her?" Mitch asked.
"I only met her for the first time when I arrived Friday," I admitted.
"Avery says the doctors are telling him she needs someone she knows well to focus on while they treat her," Mitch explained.
"Tiff knows her better than me," I replied.
Mitch continued. "She's apparently in hyperthermia, and her blood pressure is through the roof. They have her in an ice bath and have given her acetaminophen to try and get her core temperature down. She's also been given valium to try and get her heart rate and blood pressure down. The next four or five hours are critical."
"What can I do?" I asked.
"See if you can get Tiffany to go to the hospital with me while I get dressed," Mitch said.
As I slipped my robe on, I glanced at the alarm clock. It was only 6:45, and I doubted Tiffany and James would be up yet. Mitch was dressing as I grabbed my key card and headed next door. I knocked hard on the door, hoping I could wake them. After 15 seconds or so, I tried again, this time banging harder on the door with my fist. "Please wake up, Tiff." I thought as I waited for a response. I was about to knock again when the door opened. James peered through the opening, looking half asleep, and asked, "What the fuck, Angel?"
As I pushed the door open and stepped inside, James spoke again, "I was taking a piss."
"I need to wake Tiffany up now!" I said as I moved toward the bedroom.
"What the fuck is going on?" James asked as he followed me into the bedroom.
"I'll explain to you both; I just need to get her up now!" I said as I approached the bed.
Tiffany was still sound asleep, completely naked and exposed. I leaned down and shook her shoulder vigorously. "Tiffany, wake up, baby; I need your help!" I said as she opened her eyes with a start.
James, who was naked when he answered the door, slipped into a bathrobe. "Is Mitch okay?" he asked while I tried to bring Tiff to her senses.
Tiffany knew too well that I wouldn't barge in without good reason and sat up in bed.
"Yes, Mitch is fine. It's Jasmine," I answered James' question.
"What happened?" Tiffany asked.
"Just get up. I'll explain everything as you get dressed," I said, urging Tiffany into action.
James sat down, waiting for the shit to hit the fan, and I relayed everything Mitch had told me moments earlier as Tiffany dressed.
"I knew that fucking asshole and his cocaine use would cause problems," James said, worried about his position on Senator Johnston's staff more than the life of a young woman.
Mitch knocked on the door as Tiff slipped on a pair of sandals. James jumped up and opened it for him.
"Tiffany, did Angel fill you in on what's happening?" Mitch asked.
"Yes, and I'm ready to go," Tiffany replied.
"Good. I guess the fastest way to get to the hospital is a taxi. Angel, I'll call you as soon as we know something," Mitch said before he and Tiff headed out the door.
James had sat on one of the bar stools, and as I turned toward him, I remarked, "This certainly puts a damper on the rest of the weekend."
I hadn't realized that while I was trying to wake Tiffany, the twist I'd given the belt of my robe had loosened, and most of my tits were exposed to his glare. His eyes roamed down over my naked breasts as he spoke, "Just because Avery and Jasmine fucked up, there's no reason we can't still enjoy the rest of the weekend."
Less than twenty-four hours earlier, while Tiffany and I teased him incessantly by the pool, I wondered how big his cock was. This morning, James, answered my question when he undid his belt and let the robe fall open. I glanced at it, dangling over the edge of his stool; his flaccid cock had to be at least seven inches. The head, a bulbous monster, reminded me of a delicious vanilla ice cream cone. But unlike a frosty treat, this one wouldn't melt. I looked at him and smiled.
He reached between his thighs and lifted it, "So, Angel, why don't we start with you sucking my cock, and getting me hard," he suggested.
I was shocked; his remark made me sick to my stomach; I blasted him, "You fucking asshole! Jasmine could die because your friend supplied her with too much coke. And you have the nerve to want me to suck your cock?"
His face turned bright red as the anger welled up inside, "I'm sure Avery didn't force the bitch to snort so much coke, and besides, you whores are supposed to satisfy us sexually whenever and wherever we want," he shot back.
His comment infuriated me, but I knew he was right. I stepped toward him, pointing my index finger at his face, "Your right, we are your whores, and since I'm the only one here, I will gladly, service your needs, but don't expect me to enjoy it," I said.
"I don't give a rat's ass if you enjoy it," he said as his hand snapped up and grasped my wrist. "On your knees whore," he demanded. I dropped before him, his rising erection poised to penetrate my soft lips. I quickly realized that James was a control freak when he lifted his cock, and bitch slapped my face several times. "Suck it, and then maybe I'll fuck your lily-white ass."
I tried to move away, but his grasp on my wrist tightened, holding me in line with his growing erection. "You're such an asshole," I said.
"What's your point, slut? he replied.
"I'm gonna fuck you, whore, one way or another; you can relax and enjoy it, or if you like, I can get rough and make it hurt; either way, I am gonna fuck you right now," James exclaimed.
I leaned toward him, "Fuck my mo..." I began to say, but before I could finish, James grasped my hair and pulled my mouth onto his growing erection.
"So you do like it rough," he said as he pulled my lips against his pubic mound.
I could do little more than try to shake my head, yes.
He used my mouth and throat to pleasure himself for a while, but I wasn't a willing participant. I was his whore, not his lover.
James seemed frustrated at my lack of enthusiasm, and pulled his hard cock from my mouth, "I thought you were the best cocksucker on the planet," he said.
"You'll never know, asshole," I said.
I could see the anger in his eyes, and as he bitch slapped me with his big hard cock, he said, "If you're not gonna suck my cock I'll just fuck your tight asshole."
"Whatever," I replied nonchalantly.
He grabbed my wrist tightly and, as he pulled up, said, "On your feet slut."
Standing before him, I looked into his eyes; I saw the stare of a man possessed by the power of control and a complete disregard for my feelings. His stare scared me. I tried to pull my wrist from his grip, but that was futile. "I think you need to be bound, whore," he said.
I grinned at him and replied, "I love being tied and ass fucked."
James reached for the belt of my robe with his free hand and pulled it open. The robe slipped off my chest, as James ripped the belt from the loops at my sides.
"Your tits are perfect," he complimented as his free hand moved to feel the firm soft flesh of one breast.
"See, James, you can act like a gentleman when you put your mind to it," I said.
His momentary act of kindness was shattered when he slapped the other tit hard with an open hand.
So much for acting like a gentleman, I thought.
James twisted me around so he could bind my arms behind my back. One wrist was tied tightly and he looped the other so my fingers nearly touched.
He slipped off the stool and shoved me against the wall beside the bar.
His erection pressed against my ass. James was so close that his hot breath swirled around my ear as he said, "Feel that hard cock; you know you want it whore."
"I'm not your whore!" I hissed as he began moving me sideways toward the door to the bedroom.
With my arms secured behind my back, he was able to control me and moved me toward the bedroom door.
As he moved me toward the bed, he replied, "That's right, you're Mitch's whore, but I'm gonna use you just the same. I'm going to fuck your ass, and after that, I'm gonna fuck your throat."
He gave me one last chance to surrender to him. "Stop struggling and enjoy what I have to give you."
"Go fuck yourself!" I shot back at him, but his rock-hard cock pressed between my butt cheeks had already begun to win me over. I wanted his big rock-hard cock buried in my ass, but I wasn't ready to admit that yet.
"Suit yourself, whore!" he hissed as he pushed me down on the bed.
He placed one hand in the middle of my back and pushed down, keeping me trapped between his weight and the bed. With my hands tied behind my back, I was powerless to rise off the mattress, and James slid back and stood between my legs.
His hands grasped my hips and lifted me, so I knelt on the edge, "Don't do this!" I implored him again, only to let him think I wanted no part of his stiff cock.
"Fuck you whore!" he shot back.
He flipped the robe up over my back, exposing my naked ass and pussy to his assault. I fully expected him to slap my ass, but instead, his hands settled on my ass cheeks and spread them open. I clenched my muscles, hoping to give him a sensation I wanted to stop his invasion, but he forced a finger into my dry, puckered sphincter.
"That's a tight ass for a dirty whore," he said as his finger probed deeper inside.
His other hand slid down, and he slipped three fingers into my pussy. "You're nothing more than a dried-up dirty whore," he said as his fingers swirled around inside my dry flesh.
He withdrew his fingers and pressed against my ass with one hand. I knew he was positioning his cock to invade me, and I moaned softly against the mattress, waiting for him to begin his assault. I heard him spit and assumed he was smearing his cock head with it. His cock pressed into the puckered flesh, and I again clenched my muscles, trying to repulse his raging hard-on. His hands grasped my hips holding them firmly as he pressed harder, his cock spreading me open as my sphincter surrendered. His big cock head stretched my flesh nearly to the tearing point as his wide corona slipped inside.
James moaned loudly as my sphincter surrounded his cock head before it slowly slipped deeper inside my rectum as he thrust forward. His plunge didn't stop until his ball sack rested against my pussy. He paused with his big thick cock buried entirely inside me and remarked, "Your asshole is so fucking tight!"
