Watching porn was something I seldom did but
I watched the DVD with rapt attention. I didn’t attempt to analyze the emotions
the disk produced in me.
The woman, a petite little thing, was being
fucked by black men. One at a time, two at a time, and once a full blown
gang-bang. From what I could tell she loved the experiences and she seemed
willing to take everything they could dish out.
It was a raw production. There was no, or at
least little, attempt to have a plot and the theme, if there was one, was to
see how many black cocks the tiny woman could take.
The camera operator zoomed in close on the
meeting of cock and pussy, cock and ass, and cock and mouth many times during
the sixty minutes the disk used. I didn’t make it through the entire disk.
It’s true that timing
is everything. I offer these examples as proof.
My name is Sam Crawford. My law practice was just
beginning to make money. My wife left me, and my grandmother called me to her
bedside to inform me she was leaving everything to some charity I never heard
My wife leaving had nothing to do with granny changing
her will and Granny losing her feeble mind had nothing to do with Suzi leaving
me. The fact that finally my practice started doing well had nothing to do with
I came home from the office one afternoon about a year
ago to find a note from Suzi that said she was leaving me. It went on to say it
had nothing to do with me but she felt suffocated by marriage and wanted out.
The divorce was conducted by mail and that has both an upside and a downside.
The downside is the lack of face-to-face closure.
Suzi and I met while we were in college and we married
right after I finished law school. We celebrated our third anniversary the
month she departed my home and hearth. I had no idea where she went or where
she might be.
Suzi worked for a while then her company went belly-up
and she was unemployed. She had applications in everywhere within a fifty mile
radius to no avail. I knew she was depressed and discouraged but I thought she
would snap out of it.
Granny called for me about the same time my divorce
became final to tell me she had gone crazy. She didn’t put it that way but
that’s what it amounted to. She told me she was going to leave all her money
and estate to some ‘save the cat’ foundation. I told her that was fine, patted
her old wrinkled hand, and left. It was fine because at the time I had no idea
just how rich the old bag actually was.
I found out a few days later when I was notified she had
died and I had inherited her estate. Granny may have wanted homeless cats and
dogs in upstate New York to get her money but she didn’t get the will changed
in time. See, timing is everything.
When her attorney told me what I inherited, I nearly
passed-out. The old bag was loaded. She owned property all over the country as
well as several businesses. Her bank accounts were staggering. Fifty million
and change in just one of ten or twelve accounts. Thank you Granny, you old bag
of bones…make that, you old RICH bag of bones.
I paid the bill for a nice but inexpensive funeral. Not
many people showed up because she outlived most of the people she knew. I
aspire to that, myself.
Because I was suddenly too rich to work, I closed my law
practice and spent my days taking care of the business of being in business.
When my ex-wife crossed my mind, which was fairly often, I missed her. Suzi
would love being rich. Me, not so much.
I suppose my problem is I am common. I like ordinary
things. I could not care less if my suit cost fifty dollars off the rack at
J.C. Penny’s or fifty thousand hand-tailored. A car to me is just
transportation and not a status symbol. My twelve-dollar wristwatch works fine
and does exactly what a ten thousand dollar timepiece does…tell time. I like
plain food. A nice hamburger is preferable over rich fancy French fare. Well,
except French fries. My point is I didn’t enjoy being rich as much as Suzi
One afternoon I was on my way to one of the companies I
owned across town when my old Toyota broke down. While I waited on Triple A to
send someone, I looked around. I spotted an adult bookstore a few doors down
and went in it.
I suppose I’m like a lot of men and some women. I like
porn but only in moderation. My attention span for porn is only about fifteen or
twenty minutes, tops. Anyway, I looked over the thousands of DVD’s, magazines,
and the like. I had been in the store
for about fifteen minutes when something on the cover of a DVD caught my eye.
It was the picture of a woman who looked remarkably like my ex-wife. This Suzi
look-alike was standing between two large black men and she was holding both of
The title of the disk was “Suzi in Wonderland”. Someone
who looked like Suzi that was named Suzi? A coincidence? I found it hard to
believe so I bought the disk.
“That flick is one of our top sellers,” the old man
behind the counter told me. “Almost as good as her first one.”
“She has another movie?” I asked and he directed me back
down the row of shelves and I eventually found the disk. It was titled, “Suzi
and the Boys”. The photo on the front showed the look-a-like with three black
men all of them were naked and she was sandwiched between two of the men. The
third appeared to be waiting his turn.
I paid for the two disks and got back to my car in time
to meet the mechanic AAA sent. He was shaking his head sorrowfully while
looking at my car.
“I guess you want me to haul it on to the junkyard,” the
man said. “Ain’t worth fixin’ up.”
I told him to do that but I hated to see the old car go.
It had been my source of transportation since I started college. It had well
over two hundred thousand miles on it but it had been a good one. “So long old
paint,” I said as the wrecker hauled it away.
I called Ruben to come get me.
This is a good time to tell about Ruben Jones. I met
Ruben Jones by accident just after I started law school. Suzi and I were bar-hopping
one night and happened to go to a seedy bar in a seedy part of town. Our
meeting was not auspicious by any means.
Frankly I was more than a little drunk and I accidently
backed into Jones and spilled his beer all over him. I should have apologized profusely but drunks
don’t use good judgment. His vast size should have been a warning but I ignored
the warning my brain was trying to send.
“What’s the matter?” I said looking up at his face. Yes,
I said looking up. He was six feet and eight inches tall and damned near that
wide. “Can’t you see where you are going, fool?” Suzi was pulling on my arm
trying to get me to shut the fuck up and leave. I stood my ground.
“Who the fuck you callin’ fool, fool?” he growled and
advanced closer. If we had been outside in the daylight he would have blocked
out the sun. He doubled his hands into fists that were as big as whole hams. I
doubled my hands into puny fists and swung one of them at his massive head.
By rights, he should have killed me. One blow would have
done it but he never landed one. The only blow I threw hit him high up on the
left side of his head right where the jaw hinged. I put my full one hundred seventy-five
pounds into the blow.
When the huge man fell to the floor, out cold, everyone
in the bar was shocked and none as much as I was. I discovered that Ruben Jones
had a glass jaw. He called it a sweet spot.
By dumb luck I hit that exact spot and knocked him cold.
I sobered quickly and let Suzi pull me away to the bar.
When I backed up to the bar the bartender sat a draft beer down by me.
“What did you say your name was?’ the beer tender asked
“They call me Killer,” I said. To this day, I don’t know
where that came from. No one had ever called me Killer.
“Right,” the man said. “That there man, beginning to come
to is Ruben Jones and he’s likely to kill you when he gets up. Drink this free
beer and haul ass, Killer.”
I should have drank that beer faster or left it on the
bar and high-tailed it out of there but I was too slow. The big man slowly got
to his feet. He stood swaying and shaking his massive head for a few seconds
then came to the bar. He stopped in front of me.
“Why didn’t you finish it?” he asked me. “I was down and
you could have stomped me so why didn’t you?”
“Truthfully I didn’t really mean to take a swing at you,”
I told him fully expecting him to tear my head off. “I had no reason to even hit you let along
stomp on you. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” he said after looking at me closely for a moment.
“You are the second man to ever put me on the floor. The first man was my daddy
and I was twelve. Are you some kind of Jap fighting man?”
“No, I’m a lucky man,” I admitted. “Let me buy you a
beer.” He grunted and nodded.
I ran across Ruben a few times after that. When I started
my practice, he was one of my first clients. When Suzi divorced me, Ruben spent
two days and nights with me while I drank myself into a stupor. When I became a
wealthy man, I looked up Ruben and offered him a job.
“Doin’ what?” he asked.
“This and that,” I told him being vague because I didn’t
know. “Making a lot more than tossing drunks out of a strip joint,” I said.
Little did I know how valuable Ruben would become. I made
him an executive assistant. Ruben got things done and I never inquired how he
did it. Something you don’t want to know. Applying the principal that no
problem is too great if you throw enough money at it, I got him a concealed-weapon
carrying permit in spite of his arrest record.
I liked the idea of having someone close to me that was
armed. Often I carry large amounts of money and if Ruben’s size didn’t scare
them off his big-ass gun would.
I used Ruben as a fixer. If there was a problem I’d send
Ruben to fix the problem. He had not failed yet. Ruben was also a getter. If I
wanted theater tickets that were impossible to get, Ruben got them for me. If I
wanted a hooker, Ruben would get one for me. You name it and Ruben could
“That old wreck finally died, huh?’ Ruben said when I got
into the new Lincoln the company owned and he drove. “Bout damned time.”
“Do not speak ill of the dead, Ruben,” I said. I laid the
two DVD’s on the seat and he glanced down and then took a longer look.
“Is that who I think it is, boss?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Sure looks a lot like her, but I
don’t know if it’s Suzi or not.”
“Can’t be,” he said. “She’s too much of a prude to ever
pose like that, ain’t she?”
“She was a bit of a prude,” I admitted, “but it’s been over
a year since I saw her. Things can sure change in a year. Look at you and me
“Yes sir,” he said, “me and you is shitting in tall
cotton for sure. Especially me,” he said cutting his eyes at me. “I wear nice
high dollar suits, drive a luxury car, live in an expensive condo, and drink
imported wine and beer. You still dress
like a bum, you drove a fifteen year old piece of shit for a car, and live in a
low rent apartment.”
“What’s your point?” I snapped. I knew what his point
was. We had had the discussion before.
“Sammy, you just don’t know how to enjoy what you got.
You forgot how to have fun, if you ever knew how. Spend some of that damned money, boy. Have
yourself some fun.”
“I have fun,” I said knowing it was a lie.
“Okay, you are a riot,” Ruben said. “Give me your credit
“Why would I want to do that? You have a company card,
“I do, but I’m going to buy you a new car and I damn sure
don’t want that old bitch in accounting giving me the stink-eye.”
“You can buy a new car with a credit card?”
“One like you have you can. Might want to pay off the
balance when it comes due. Interest on a car would be murder. How long you
goina be in your meeting?”
“I don’t know, an hour…maybe an hour and a half. Why
don’t you just wait for me and I’ll go get the car.”
“Bullshit, boss,” Ruben said. “You’d go looking for a
used Le Car or something you could buy for a hundred bucks. Wait for me outside
but if I don’t show up soon, call me. I best keep them disks for you. They
might distract the other big shots you are meeting with.”
I should have told him I was the boss and we would do it
my way but the simple truth was I just didn’t give a shit.
I’ll have to say, Ruben picked a nice vehicle for me. It
was a black Lincoln Navigator with more bells and whistles than I could figure
out. I had never owned or driven a new
car before and I have to say the smell is wonderful. I didn’t ask what it cost. I didn’t much care.
The “old bitch”, as Ruben called her, would pay the bill when it came in and
then come to my office and demand an explanation. I should have fired her but
the truth is she knew what she was doing and I didn’t.
Lois Hollingsworth was the old bitch’s name. Actually, Lois
was not old but she was a bitch. I guessed her age at somewhere in her middle
forties. She ruled the accounting department with an iron hand. Grown men cried
when she raked them over the coals for careless spending or for not having
After Ruben took me to pick up the new car I drove to my
apartment taking my time to get used to the fancy SUV. I would never admit it
to Ruben, but it was one hell of a car and I loved it.
Once in my apartment I took a long appraising look
around. There had been little or no changes since Suzi left. Her nick-knacks
were still scattered about and the used furniture she and I selected was still
in place. It was a perfect starter home
for a young attorney and his wife with a college degree and no job. I finally
admitted to myself that I could live better.
I got myself a can of domestic beer and settled in to
watch the disks I bought. It took almost ten seconds to ascertain the woman was
indeed Suzi. Not the conservative Suzi I knew, loved, and married but it was
Suzi. No doubt about it.
I watched alternating between high arousal and feeling
sick to my stomach. My Suzi would give me head but she took no pleasure in it.
Anal sex was absolutely out of the question. The porn star Suzi took large
black cocks in her ass, pussy, and her mouth and appeared to get a lot of
pleasure from it. I turned the player off, sat in the semi-darkness, and
What on earth had changed in the brief time we had been
apart? What possible set of
circumstances could have developed to change Suzi into a wanton slut? A lot of
questions rattled around in my brain but no answers were forthcoming.
I left the apartment and walked down the street to a
pizza place. I got a couple of slices and ate them there, my mind still in a
whirl. Later after walking around a bit I went home and watched the disks
The next morning Ruben came into my office. He took a seat and waited for me to say
something. I told him good morning.
“Yeah,” he said. “Was it her, Sammy?” I nodded. “I
figured it probably was. Sure looked like her. You watch both of them?” I nodded
again. “You want to talk about it?” I shook my head no and started talking.
“She did stuff I couldn’t believe, Ruben. Stuff I begged
her to do but she wouldn’t. She acted like a slut that enjoyed what she was
doing. I need to find her.”
“Why you need to do that?” he asked. “That thing about
letting sleeping dogs lie comes to mind, Boss.”
“Can’t let this lie, Ruben. Can you locate her for me?”
“I guess I can if she’s still around town.”
“The company that made the disk is local,” I told him.
“Sunny Mac Productions on East Sixth Street.”
“Okay, I’ll dig around and see what I can find out. How
high is the priority?” I looked at him. “Oh, that high. I’m on it, boss.”