THE INFAMOUS by Kim

Michael looked around trying to get his bearings. He was new to New York. He checked his watch. It was almost time for his interview. It was hard for him to think straight with the hustle and bustle of big city streets. He hated all the commotion.

“Excuse me?” Kara asked as she came up to him.

“Er … yes?” Michael said.

“Is this the Warbington Hotel?”

“I’m not sure …” Michael said looking at three women.

“You see, my daughters and I are from out of town and …”

Michael raised an eye, looking at the beautiful daughters whose names were Vanessa and Helen.

“Yes, I think it’s …” Michael said looking back over the building.

“Thank you. Thank you kindly,” Kara said.

He watched them go in. Both were dressed very conservatively. He smiled. They reminded him of his church-going mom back in Florida. Although judging by their accent they were from the mid-West, not the south. Michael checked his phone. ‘Mid-City Lounge’. There was nothing about with that sign, but he was at the right street number.

“Er, excuse me, Sir,” he asked a man coming out of the hotel.

The man just looked at him kind of strange.

“Can you tell me where the Mid-City Lounge is?” Michael persisted.

“In here,” the man said annoyed.

Well, there you go. Michael didn’t know that the hotel — clearly marked and signposted on the outside contained his destination. Michael went in and saw a reception area with old-fashioned bus-boys rushing about picking up luggage, moving coats, etc. And then, off to the side was a door with ‘Mid-City Lounge’ above it.

Michael approached it. He guessed that native New Yorkers would know where it was and the management didn’t feel the need to put a sign out, on the street Michael went in and a formal-suited maître d’hôtel stepped forward.

“May I help, sir?” the man asked Michael in an affected British accent.

“I have to meet someone here,” Michael said, “For a story.”

“A story, Sir?”

“Yes … Simon Baal.”

“Oh?” the man’s facial expression changed instantly.

He went from being a snotty-nosed condescending twerp to a fawning, groveling sycophant.

“Please, Sir,” he begged, “If you come this way …”

He almost doubled over as he bowed.

“Oh, I do hope Sir likes it here? If Sir would be so kind to …”

There was a whole lot of these one-liners now tumbling from the guy. He made Michael ill with his grovelling.

And there he was the famous — or infamous — Simon Baal. One of the richest men in New York. Some say he was the power behind the throne. A very powerful man. They shook hands. Simon even had risen from his seat and crossed the floor to greet Michael. Michael was impressed. Not the kind of hospitality he expected.

“We will eat first,” Simon said as they went to their table, “This place has a wonderful selection …”

Michael had to be content with this — though he really was ready with his questions. Michael looked over the menu.

“Shall I choose for you?” Simon smiled.

Michael looked at his host over the top of the menu.

“I’m not sure …” Michael said.

“If you trust me …” Simon grinned.

“Er, yeah, sure,” Michael said folding the menu back up and handing it to the waitress who stood looking at Simon.

She never took her eyes off Simon. Michael noticed this. Michael thought that was strange. She had a kind of look about her like a school-girl crush. She was almost ‘devoted’ to Simon. Michael then noticed Kara, Vanessa and Helen the three mid-westerners wandering around aimlessly

“Friends of yours?” Simon asked as he noticed Michael looking at them.

“Er … no … we just met …”

“Then they are friends,” Simon smiled.

Simon stood up and waved to them.

“Please, ladies … won’t you join us?”

“Ah … we’re not …” Vanessa began, but turned to her mom as she felt a feeling of unease hit her.

“My silly husband …” Kara said, “Where can that man be?” as she continued to look around as she approached the two men.

“Please … join us while you wait …” Simon smiled.

“Um … we don’t …”

“Please … sit.”

Simon smiled and guided them with his hand. Vanessa drew her hand away but Kara grinned at Simon’s old-world charm. He had Kara sit on one side of him and Vanessa and Helen on the other.

“Can I sit?”

Vanessa tried to start as she wanted to sit away from Simon. She got a real bad vibe from him.

“I believe you’ve already met Michael?” Simon said.

“Yes … we met outside,” Michael said.

“Oh, yes,” Kara said, “Nice to run into you again.”

“Yes …” Michael said.

The waitress handed the menu over to Kara.

“Ah … we’re not really …”

Kara was worried about ordering anything before her husband turned up.

“Please … I insist,” Simon said, “As my guests.”

“Thank you kindly,” Kara said.

Simon turned to Vanessa and Helen. They seemed a little nervous of him and recoiled a little. He leaned into Vanessa, Kara and Helen and whispered into her ear. Suddenly they all relaxed. As he sat up straight again. Vanessa slid off her chair and under the table. Michael’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. Michael couldn’t believe it. Right there and then Vanessa was sucking Simon’s cock. Simon turned and looked across the table at Michael and smiled as Vanessa’s head moved over Simon’s lap.

“So …?” Simon began to say, but noticed Michael was distracted.

“Michael?”

“Huh?”

“I was asking you a question …”

“You … you were?”

“Yes … do you think the story will be on the front cover?”

“I … I …”

Michael was having difficulty formulating his thoughts as too many things were blowing his mind. Michael turned to Kara, but Kara didn’t notice, as she now debated with the waitress that ‘soup of the day’ does not describe the type of soup, but merely that its whatever soup is ready for that day.

“Oh, really?” Kara mocked, “And what flavors is ‘of the Day’?”

Michael was in total disbelief. Had someone described this to him he would have laughed at them and said that the person was making things up. He looked back to Vanessa. Simon pressed her down hard with a push onto the back of her neck. She seemed to tremble — but made a choking noise.

Simon tilted his head back and sighed. Vanessa seemed to struggle. And then, he released her. She slowly returned to her seat. Michael stared  … he couldn’t help it. Vanessa had a long drool of saliva and come slowly stretching down from her chin.

She gasped. Her hair matted from sweat. She bent down and licked the mess that had pooled on the table top.

“You’re such a mess,” Kara tutted.

She opening her handbag drew some tissues out and handed them to Vanessa who wiped her mouth. Vanessa gave a weak smile as she continued to slurp up the strands of come. She patted her face with the tissues.

“Roger!” Kara called out, rising to her feet.

A man came over.

“Honey?” he asked as if to question why his wife and daughters were already seated with strangers, and having food served to them.

“This is my husband Roger,” Kara said introducing him to Simon and Michael.

Simon rose to his feet and offered his hand. As Roger look at it, there was a weird expression, Michael noticed come over his face … as if he was very uncomfortable.

“Please, sit with us.”

“Thank you,” Roger said.

He sat down between Kara and Michael. Michael turned to look at Vanessa who looked like, she too, was trying to figure things out in her brain.

“Honey?” Roger tutted.

“Huh?” Vanessa questioned.

“I asked you if you got accepted into school.”

“I …” Vanessa said.

She looked up at Michael as if she had a sudden shocked realization and she got up and rushed away.

“Leave her,” Simon said to Kara and Roger. They looked at each other with concern, “You know how girls like to get attention.”

Simon smiled, but Michael felt it was more a leer.

“I think I should go see …” Michael said.

“She’s just after attention,” Simon said dismissively.

Michael however decided to get up and go after her. He found her in a small corridor that led to the men’s and women’s rest-rooms. She was leaning against the wall, and she was scratching her arm with her other hand and nervously looking around. She gave a bit of a jump when Michael came.

“Stay back …” she said defensively.

“I’m not here to hurt you …”

“You’re … you’re with him …” she gasped.

“No … I’m just a journalist come to interview him.”

“You’re … like him?”

“No … ah … what do you mean?”

“He … he made me …”

“He made you what?”

“You saw … I had to! I had to.”

“You had to what?”

“I had to suck his … Oh, God … why did I do it?”

“Please talk to me … can I help?”

“Don’t you understand?”

“Understand what?”

“I wanted to … I wanted to taste his cum so bad …”

Michael took a step back.

“I … I didn’t want to … and then … I did … I couldn’t help it … You … you have to believe me …”

“What?”

“He … spoke to me … he made me … Oh God! Oh God!”

“Do you want me to fetch your mother?”

“No … she’s … she wouldn’t understand.”

She hit back against the wall with the ball of her fist.

“Are you okay?” Michael asked.

“Am I going to hell?”

“What?”

“Please … I don’t want to go to hell.”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Because he said I would … he said that I am a hell-slut.”

“What?”

“He said I am a hell-slut and hell-sluts love to suck cock …”

“Please … perhaps we can … Is there somewhere you could go to speak to someone?”

“No … I …. wanted to … I think I’m going to go to hell …”

Suddenly she stood up straight and turned to him. She smiled, weakly as she brushed herself down.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said, “I am a hell-slut.”

“No … no you’re not …”

“I am a hell-slut and I want you to fuck me ….”

“What?”

She stepped forward.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass …”

“What’s got into you?”

She smiled and raised her hand to stroke his cheek.

“Don’t,” he said, but she brought her hand back up to him.

“Please … I need you in my ass …”

“I said stop!” he snapped and pushed her hand away.

“I’m a virgin …” she said.

He turned to get someone — maybe a female member of staff to speak to her. And that it’s when he saw Simon there smiling. 

“What did you do to her?” Michael asked.

“I made her free …” Simon said.

“Free?”

“Free of will,” Simon said, “Look … she wants you …”

He turned to see Vanessa cupping her small breasts, pushing her top up to enhance her breast’s shape.  He watched as here breasts started to get bigger. Michael couldn’t tell just how big they were until she ripped open her blouse.

Simon handed her a knife. She took it and cut her bar off and her breast just fell out. Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth.

“Take her …” Simon said, “She’s yours …”

Then Vanessa’s facial expression changed.

“Please … don’t leave me with him …”

“ What?”

“She’s …. she’s a little confused” Simon said as he came up to her and ran his hand over her head, “You … you are confused,” he said looking into her eyes.

“I …” she began to say.

Vanessa ran a hand down her front to her crotch.

“Oooo,” she purred.

“Take her …” Simon urged turning to look at Michael, “She will do anything you want … anything at all …”

“What?”

“Take me,” Vanessa purred, “I want you so bad … I want you to rape me. I want you to hurt me, beat me.”

“And, all I ask from you is your soul,” Simon said, “She will spend the rest of her time in hell. She’ll rape and kill to give pleasure to my demons. I will give you a choice! One will go to hell. Vanessa or Helen will become hell-sluts.”

“Are you for real?” Michael said.

He returned to their table to fetch his stuff. As he did Simon who had followed closely behind him. Simon went up to Kara. He reached over her from behind and slid his hand straight down her top, squeezing her breasts. Michael watched as her breasts started to grow.

Kara ripped her blouse open and took her blouse and bar off. Her head flopped back and she let out a  long moan.

“Why not take their mother” asked Michael.

“I already own their souls. Her father is a serial rapist with over twenty-four girls under fourteen. And Kara loves it and helps him. He also knows that fourteen of them have had his daughters.”

“What the hell …?” Roger began to protest as Simon’s hand massaged his wife’s breast.

Simon turned and gazed at Roger. Roger cowered back.

Vanessa came up and cupped Michael’s ass.

“How about we tag-team these bitches?” Simon smiled as Kara responded to him like a slut.

“I don’t think I can do this interview,” Michael said as he grabbed his stuff.

He looked at Roger who was smiling. Roger looked at Simon.

“Make her nipples bigger,” Roger requested.

They all watched as her nipples grew.

“When she is horny … they will grow to about two inch long … and about one and half inch wide,” said Simon.

They both smiled.

Simon’s hand was making Kara moan like a slut. Michael looked around and no one else in the place seemed to notice. It was as if nothing was happening at their table.

“Which one will you take?” asked Simon, “The other will become an incestuous whore and breeding cow.”

“Or, would you prefer cock?” Simon asked.

Roger undid his fly and Michael looked at his cock. He was not sure, but it had to be around eleven inches of cock flesh. Michael looked at Vanessa. Her face lit up as she saw her father’s enormous cock. She reached under her skirt and remove her panties and crawled over, bringing her face within an inch of his throbbing organ.

“Which hole do you want to cum in?” Vanessa asked.

“Fuck me,” said Roger.

They watched as she got up, lifted her skirt, and lowered herself onto his cock and started to fuck it.

“Which one?” Simon asked.

Michael looked at Helen and could see nothing but lust in her expression.

“I’m not sure what to do?” Michael turned and left. 

“We’ll do lunch some other time,” Simon called out with a chuckle.

Out on the street Michael took in a deep breath. Incoming to the hotel were nine of the biggest black men he’d ever seen. One stopped.

“We’re going to break her mind, body and soul,” he said with an evil grin.

“That has to be the fucking weirdest interview I’ve ever done,” Micheal thought to himself.

He checked his watch and then went over to the curb and called a cab. In back of the cab, he phoned his mom and told her about all the weirdness. 

“You get yourself back home right quick,” she said.

“Yeah, mom,” he said as he then leaned forward to tell the cabbie to skip the hotel and make straight for the airport.

THE END