Viuda Negra
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It had been proven over the last couple of hours that whiskey was not Frank’s drink of choice. Or rather, it was, but it got him very drunk very fast and so should not be drank in mass amounts as it led to situations like this... sitting in the main chamber of a millionaire’s yacht talking about pink frog earrings that he had seen a girl wearing once and how he wished he had asked her where she got them from.
“They were so cute! They had the little eyes on and everything and I so could have pulled them off better than she could. She was somewhat hot, though, so it was okay.”
Frank sat on the chair with the side of his body rested against the back, his head lolling about occasionally and a silly little smile on his face.
Ray was still sitting straight in his high-back chair, though now he was smiling widely, deeply amused by the behaviour and thoughts of this little man. Over the past four hours, Ray had said very little, choosing to remain mostly silent and get to know Franky this way, by letting him talk...and talk... and talk a little more.
Frank let out a sigh and moved to sit up. “You’re not normal!” He accused, pointing a finger at Ray that swayed around to point at the rest of the room.
“Why would that be?”
“Normally when guys get me drunk they... well, they... they TRY and get into my pants! Why isn’t your tongue in my mouth?” Frank asked, trying to sound more sober than he actually was at this point.
Ray laughed slightly and sipped the last bit of his whiskey before putting the bottle away. “Is that what you want?”
“Not really. Though that doesn’t usually stop people.” Frank rolled his eyes and collapsed back into the chair, pouting with his arms crossed and chin resting on his chest, a posture that made him seem like a sullen seven-year-old; the size of his body only adding to the effect.
“You don’t normally get what you want?”
Frank shook his head quickly. “People take what they want regardless of what I want.” Frank sighed. “People suck cock, man.”
“...Only the best ones,” Ray added with a laugh, trying to change the tone, sensing that Frank was possibly revealing more information than he would like to if he were sober. It hadn’t been his intention to get Frank drunk. It had just happened that way, with Frank’s size, and the amount of whiskey he drank, and the percentage of alcohol within.
The man had been tipsy after two glasses. And, given his new-found liking for the dark liquor, he hadn’t stopped drinking there. Not being one to control other people, Ray had let him, though he had slowly inched the bottle away from the smaller man’s hands and more towards his own when he saw just how drunk Frank was getting.
“Wow! I’m a best person.” Frank blinked as he went over what he just said. “Best...I’m the best!” he exclaimed, and raised his arms up in the victory pose, a wide grin on his face.
Nodding, Ray smiled and put the whiskey in the cabinet, locking it after himself. “I’m sure you are, Franky. We’ll be returning to the marina soon. We had better find Lua and Anya.”
“Okay then.” Standing slowly, with his arms outstretched to keep his balance, Frank wobbled his way upstairs, Ray standing close behind him just in case he fell; they continued like that all the way, until they reunited with the women.
“I believe this belongs to you,” Ray said with a smile as he handed the drunk and disorderly Frank over to them. Anya’s eyes widened in horror at his state, while Lua just covered her mouth to hide a laugh.
“Thank you.” Anya smiled as Ray walked off, before sighing deeply as she shot a glare at Frank. “You are an idiot!”
“Hey, I don’t call you names so don’t you be mean!” Frank pouted and curled into Lua. “You’re the nice one, she’s mean... she yells.”
Lua patted Frank’s back and slipped an arm around him. “No use telling him off now Anya... he wont respond to it. Wait ‘til the morning.” Lua began to lead him off the yacht and straight into their private car, Anya silently fuming all the way home. As soon as the car stopped she climbed out and stalked off without so much as a goodbye.
“She’s really mad at me isn’t she?” Frank said sadly, resting his head on Lua’s shoulder.
“Yes she is. With good cause too! You blew it tonight Frank... he referred to you as ‘this’, like an object... he’s not interested at all.” Lua sighed and started to shift him out of the car, trying to support him with her waif-like figure and mostly succeeding apart from a few stumbling steps that nearly led him into the gutter.
“I... but I’m hot... why wouldn’t he want me? He’s ugly... they’re usually begging for it…”
Sighing, she led him into his hotel room, got him down to his boxers, and pushed him into bed. “Anya is going to be mighty upset tomorrow morning; try not to make her worse.” Tucking him in nicely, she sat on the edge of the bed and rested a hand on his forearm. “You... you’re still a kid Frank... I don’t think you’re ready for this...”
“I’m as ready as they come! I was born ready!” Frank cried, trying to sit up in bed; but Lua just pushed him straight back down. “Lua...” he whined, and caressed her arm gently. “Don’t take this away from me... I need it... I need you two...”
“I don’t think you do,” she replied softly. “You’re young and bright and... you could have so much more...” Turning to look at him, she put one leg up on the bed as she rested her hand on his chest. “This is a horrible profession, Frank... I’m worth nearly forty two million pounds and... do I look happy?”
Frank slowly eyed her beautiful body and tried to search deeper, but in his state couldn’t manage to form a thought that would seem coherent when verbalised, so just went with the first and easiest one: “How can you be unhappy when you have so much money?”
“Because Franky... money isn’t everything.” She laughed barely and pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. “When people used to say that to me I didn’t believe it but... it’s true. To get where I am I have hurt a lot of people and have lost a lot of friends along the way... Of course I love the financial freedom to do what I like but... sometimes I wish I had just a little bit more.”
“More what?”
“More than this. A bank account full of money doesn’t keep you warm at night, doesn’t take care of you when you’re sick or laugh at your jokes... It sounds like little things I know, but it’s the little things that make us human Frank... Remember that.”
Frank blinked and went to speak but she silenced him with a finger on his lips as she kissed his cheek. “Sleep well little one, and think about what I said.” Eyeing him one last time, she stood and walked away, her heels clicking softly on the tile of the floor.
Frank heard the door close as she left and got out of bed and went to his kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Evian and drinking two to prevent the hangover that would occur otherwise in the morning. Sinking down just inside the fridge, he sat awake most of the night thinking about what Lua had said, before eventually sliding into bed and falling into a deep sleep.
The sun had risen slowly in the Spanish hills, waking the locals later than they normally would have risen. Men and women both ventured out of their cool villas and dressed down as they began their regular toil with the organic fruit trees that surrounded the complex in which Lua was currently residing. Having not been in her usual calm state the
previous night, she had forgotten to close the blinds and found the orange rays persistent in their supposed goal of waking her before her scheduled alarm time. Eventually succumbing, she slid out of bed, and dressed casually in a bikini vest top and a black deck skirt before making her way over to Anya's room. Not bothering to knock, but
simply walking in and sliding into the older woman's bed, she wrapped her thin arms around Anya's voluptuous body. "Anya," she whispered softly, pressing a gently kiss to the woman's bronzed cheek. Finding that she was not getting a response, she leant in closer and spoke a little louder. "Annabelle wake up."
Stirring slowly, Anya rubbed her eyes tiredly and slowly fluttered them open, locking them immediately on the alarm clock that was situated on her bedside table. "What time is- six in the morning? Are you loco?"
"I see the Spanish lessons are coming along nicely." Lua gave her a gentle poke in the side before nuzzling her own face into Anya's neck, her tall body spooning the other woman's bare skin.
"This is an ungodly hour, Louisa, are you in mortal danger? Offering me diamonds? Seen a very eligible target for me, or physically dying at this precise moment of time?" Shaking her head and yawning slowly without covering her mouth, Anya snuggled back into Lua's embrace and smiled softly, her eyes closing once more.
"Oh yeah, that's attractive." Lua paused and sighed softly. "I want Frank out of this... I've been tossing and turning all night and... I just don't think he's right." Lua shook her head slowly, biting her lip gently.
Anya elbowed Lua gently, still not having opened her eyes. "Don't bite your lip, it damages the veins and arteries meaning your lips don't get as plump and pouty. We don't want that, now do we?"
Lua released her lip and held Anya tighter, her eyes closing softly, becoming tired once more under the warmth of the blankets surrounding the pair and the comfort of the body pressed against hers. "Please don't ignore the question, this is a serious matter."
"Why are you so angry I picked Ray? He's a perfect candidate. Gay, ugly, stupidly rich, easily duped, and away a lot of the time so Frank won’t have to take it like a man very often." Anya shrugged a little, not seeing a problem here and wanting to dismiss any of Lua's fears as quickly as possible so that she could return to the pleasant dream she was having about the rogue fireman she'd once encountered in Las Vegas.
"Take it like a man?"
"Would you prefer the term take it up the ass? Partaking in anal sex?"
"You never know, Frank might be a top." Both started to laugh gently at the idea of Frank and Ray having sex with Frank on top before both shuddering simultaneously.
"Ray is a dangerous one Anna,” Lua pressed on, “and you know it!"
"I know no such thing. Anyway, after Mr. Iero's little performance last night it would seem that we have lost Ray as a target. I was thinking about introducing him to Nolan." Anya took Lua's hand that was resting gently on her hip and laced their fingers together as she rolled towards the woman and slid her leg comfortably between Lua's.
"John or Michelle?" Brushing some hair out of Anya's, face Lua smiled and kissed her lips gently, both their hands still interlinked as Anya's bare breasts pressed against Lua's clothed body.
"John... Michelle is a whiney bitch... I wouldn't wish that upon Frank. Plus, I can see in the boy’s eyes that he doesn't have a tolerance for people without any substance, and John is a good man..." Smiling, Anya kissed Lua's cheek, and then rested back, studying the younger girl’s features, a complete contrast to her own curvaceous finger
against them. Lua looked much like a faerie out of a picture book, which made she and Anya a brilliant team. If the gentleman liked a traditional Marilyn Monroe type, Anya was his woman, right down to her blue eyes and her blonde hair; however if the gentleman liked the new, waif-like figure, bewitching and precious Lua went after him. That way, their targets never were one and their friendship had flourished over the past eight years.
"No way... not John. He’s a fantastic guy, and I wouldn't want to do that to him, but also, he wouldn't fall for it. You’ve met John. He’s so observant; he would know. Plus he isn't an ug-o. He would be so much harder to pull."
Anya quirked her eyebrow at Lua's colloquialism, but decided to let it go before releasing one of Lua's hands to rub her eyes tiredly. "This is getting hard... " she sighed. She paused for a moment and mentally went over every eligible man she had ever met who had seemed to harbour any measure homosexual interest, before snapping her gaze back to Lua’s. "Conor Oberst! He's perfect! He's gone through so many people..."
Lua's eyes widened in horror and stared at her friend. "No. Conor is evil. You know what he does... what he's like... plus he's gorgeous, it won’t work..."
"It will work because Frank is hot too... plus Frank has spirit, that gets Conor off more than anything and you know it..."
Lua shook her head emphatically and squeezed Anya's hands in her own. "No! I... I wont be a part of this if Conor is involved."
Anya responded by taking hold of Lua’s shoulders, sliding on top her to straddle the girl. "Conor is estimated to be worth in the hundred millions section... This would be great for Frank... I'm making the call..."
Raising her legs up and locking them around Anya's midsection she threw the older woman off and jumped out of the bed, moving to the foot of it and staring down at her friend. "I like Frank and I wont be part of hurting him! We can train him till the fucking cows come home and he still won’t be ready for Conor! He trusts people, Annabelle, and I will not be a part of removing that innocence from him. You're on your own." Stalking out of the room, she slammed the door hard and took off down the street, leaving Anya naked and alone on her bed.
It had been proven over the last couple of hours that whiskey was not Frank’s drink of choice. Or rather, it was, but it got him very drunk very fast and so should not be drank in mass amounts as it led to situations like this... sitting in the main chamber of a millionaire’s yacht talking about pink frog earrings that he had seen a girl wearing once and how he wished he had asked her where she got them from.
“They were so cute! They had the little eyes on and everything and I so could have pulled them off better than she could. She was somewhat hot, though, so it was okay.”
Frank sat on the chair with the side of his body rested against the back, his head lolling about occasionally and a silly little smile on his face.
Ray was still sitting straight in his high-back chair, though now he was smiling widely, deeply amused by the behaviour and thoughts of this little man. Over the past four hours, Ray had said very little, choosing to remain mostly silent and get to know Franky this way, by letting him talk...and talk... and talk a little more.
Frank let out a sigh and moved to sit up. “You’re not normal!” He accused, pointing a finger at Ray that swayed around to point at the rest of the room.
“Why would that be?”
“Normally when guys get me drunk they... well, they... they TRY and get into my pants! Why isn’t your tongue in my mouth?” Frank asked, trying to sound more sober than he actually was at this point.
Ray laughed slightly and sipped the last bit of his whiskey before putting the bottle away. “Is that what you want?”
“Not really. Though that doesn’t usually stop people.” Frank rolled his eyes and collapsed back into the chair, pouting with his arms crossed and chin resting on his chest, a posture that made him seem like a sullen seven-year-old; the size of his body only adding to the effect.
“You don’t normally get what you want?”
Frank shook his head quickly. “People take what they want regardless of what I want.” Frank sighed. “People suck cock, man.”
“...Only the best ones,” Ray added with a laugh, trying to change the tone, sensing that Frank was possibly revealing more information than he would like to if he were sober. It hadn’t been his intention to get Frank drunk. It had just happened that way, with Frank’s size, and the amount of whiskey he drank, and the percentage of alcohol within.
The man had been tipsy after two glasses. And, given his new-found liking for the dark liquor, he hadn’t stopped drinking there. Not being one to control other people, Ray had let him, though he had slowly inched the bottle away from the smaller man’s hands and more towards his own when he saw just how drunk Frank was getting.
“Wow! I’m a best person.” Frank blinked as he went over what he just said. “Best...I’m the best!” he exclaimed, and raised his arms up in the victory pose, a wide grin on his face.
Nodding, Ray smiled and put the whiskey in the cabinet, locking it after himself. “I’m sure you are, Franky. We’ll be returning to the marina soon. We had better find Lua and Anya.”
“Okay then.” Standing slowly, with his arms outstretched to keep his balance, Frank wobbled his way upstairs, Ray standing close behind him just in case he fell; they continued like that all the way, until they reunited with the women.
“I believe this belongs to you,” Ray said with a smile as he handed the drunk and disorderly Frank over to them. Anya’s eyes widened in horror at his state, while Lua just covered her mouth to hide a laugh.
“Thank you.” Anya smiled as Ray walked off, before sighing deeply as she shot a glare at Frank. “You are an idiot!”
“Hey, I don’t call you names so don’t you be mean!” Frank pouted and curled into Lua. “You’re the nice one, she’s mean... she yells.”
Lua patted Frank’s back and slipped an arm around him. “No use telling him off now Anya... he wont respond to it. Wait ‘til the morning.” Lua began to lead him off the yacht and straight into their private car, Anya silently fuming all the way home. As soon as the car stopped she climbed out and stalked off without so much as a goodbye.
“She’s really mad at me isn’t she?” Frank said sadly, resting his head on Lua’s shoulder.
“Yes she is. With good cause too! You blew it tonight Frank... he referred to you as ‘this’, like an object... he’s not interested at all.” Lua sighed and started to shift him out of the car, trying to support him with her waif-like figure and mostly succeeding apart from a few stumbling steps that nearly led him into the gutter.
“I... but I’m hot... why wouldn’t he want me? He’s ugly... they’re usually begging for it…”
Sighing, she led him into his hotel room, got him down to his boxers, and pushed him into bed. “Anya is going to be mighty upset tomorrow morning; try not to make her worse.” Tucking him in nicely, she sat on the edge of the bed and rested a hand on his forearm. “You... you’re still a kid Frank... I don’t think you’re ready for this...”
“I’m as ready as they come! I was born ready!” Frank cried, trying to sit up in bed; but Lua just pushed him straight back down. “Lua...” he whined, and caressed her arm gently. “Don’t take this away from me... I need it... I need you two...”
“I don’t think you do,” she replied softly. “You’re young and bright and... you could have so much more...” Turning to look at him, she put one leg up on the bed as she rested her hand on his chest. “This is a horrible profession, Frank... I’m worth nearly forty two million pounds and... do I look happy?”
Frank slowly eyed her beautiful body and tried to search deeper, but in his state couldn’t manage to form a thought that would seem coherent when verbalised, so just went with the first and easiest one: “How can you be unhappy when you have so much money?”
“Because Franky... money isn’t everything.” She laughed barely and pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. “When people used to say that to me I didn’t believe it but... it’s true. To get where I am I have hurt a lot of people and have lost a lot of friends along the way... Of course I love the financial freedom to do what I like but... sometimes I wish I had just a little bit more.”
“More what?”
“More than this. A bank account full of money doesn’t keep you warm at night, doesn’t take care of you when you’re sick or laugh at your jokes... It sounds like little things I know, but it’s the little things that make us human Frank... Remember that.”
Frank blinked and went to speak but she silenced him with a finger on his lips as she kissed his cheek. “Sleep well little one, and think about what I said.” Eyeing him one last time, she stood and walked away, her heels clicking softly on the tile of the floor.
Frank heard the door close as she left and got out of bed and went to his kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Evian and drinking two to prevent the hangover that would occur otherwise in the morning. Sinking down just inside the fridge, he sat awake most of the night thinking about what Lua had said, before eventually sliding into bed and falling into a deep sleep.
The sun had risen slowly in the Spanish hills, waking the locals later than they normally would have risen. Men and women both ventured out of their cool villas and dressed down as they began their regular toil with the organic fruit trees that surrounded the complex in which Lua was currently residing. Having not been in her usual calm state the
previous night, she had forgotten to close the blinds and found the orange rays persistent in their supposed goal of waking her before her scheduled alarm time. Eventually succumbing, she slid out of bed, and dressed casually in a bikini vest top and a black deck skirt before making her way over to Anya's room. Not bothering to knock, but
simply walking in and sliding into the older woman's bed, she wrapped her thin arms around Anya's voluptuous body. "Anya," she whispered softly, pressing a gently kiss to the woman's bronzed cheek. Finding that she was not getting a response, she leant in closer and spoke a little louder. "Annabelle wake up."
Stirring slowly, Anya rubbed her eyes tiredly and slowly fluttered them open, locking them immediately on the alarm clock that was situated on her bedside table. "What time is- six in the morning? Are you loco?"
"I see the Spanish lessons are coming along nicely." Lua gave her a gentle poke in the side before nuzzling her own face into Anya's neck, her tall body spooning the other woman's bare skin.
"This is an ungodly hour, Louisa, are you in mortal danger? Offering me diamonds? Seen a very eligible target for me, or physically dying at this precise moment of time?" Shaking her head and yawning slowly without covering her mouth, Anya snuggled back into Lua's embrace and smiled softly, her eyes closing once more.
"Oh yeah, that's attractive." Lua paused and sighed softly. "I want Frank out of this... I've been tossing and turning all night and... I just don't think he's right." Lua shook her head slowly, biting her lip gently.
Anya elbowed Lua gently, still not having opened her eyes. "Don't bite your lip, it damages the veins and arteries meaning your lips don't get as plump and pouty. We don't want that, now do we?"
Lua released her lip and held Anya tighter, her eyes closing softly, becoming tired once more under the warmth of the blankets surrounding the pair and the comfort of the body pressed against hers. "Please don't ignore the question, this is a serious matter."
"Why are you so angry I picked Ray? He's a perfect candidate. Gay, ugly, stupidly rich, easily duped, and away a lot of the time so Frank won’t have to take it like a man very often." Anya shrugged a little, not seeing a problem here and wanting to dismiss any of Lua's fears as quickly as possible so that she could return to the pleasant dream she was having about the rogue fireman she'd once encountered in Las Vegas.
"Take it like a man?"
"Would you prefer the term take it up the ass? Partaking in anal sex?"
"You never know, Frank might be a top." Both started to laugh gently at the idea of Frank and Ray having sex with Frank on top before both shuddering simultaneously.
"Ray is a dangerous one Anna,” Lua pressed on, “and you know it!"
"I know no such thing. Anyway, after Mr. Iero's little performance last night it would seem that we have lost Ray as a target. I was thinking about introducing him to Nolan." Anya took Lua's hand that was resting gently on her hip and laced their fingers together as she rolled towards the woman and slid her leg comfortably between Lua's.
"John or Michelle?" Brushing some hair out of Anya's, face Lua smiled and kissed her lips gently, both their hands still interlinked as Anya's bare breasts pressed against Lua's clothed body.
"John... Michelle is a whiney bitch... I wouldn't wish that upon Frank. Plus, I can see in the boy’s eyes that he doesn't have a tolerance for people without any substance, and John is a good man..." Smiling, Anya kissed Lua's cheek, and then rested back, studying the younger girl’s features, a complete contrast to her own curvaceous finger
against them. Lua looked much like a faerie out of a picture book, which made she and Anya a brilliant team. If the gentleman liked a traditional Marilyn Monroe type, Anya was his woman, right down to her blue eyes and her blonde hair; however if the gentleman liked the new, waif-like figure, bewitching and precious Lua went after him. That way, their targets never were one and their friendship had flourished over the past eight years.
"No way... not John. He’s a fantastic guy, and I wouldn't want to do that to him, but also, he wouldn't fall for it. You’ve met John. He’s so observant; he would know. Plus he isn't an ug-o. He would be so much harder to pull."
Anya quirked her eyebrow at Lua's colloquialism, but decided to let it go before releasing one of Lua's hands to rub her eyes tiredly. "This is getting hard... " she sighed. She paused for a moment and mentally went over every eligible man she had ever met who had seemed to harbour any measure homosexual interest, before snapping her gaze back to Lua’s. "Conor Oberst! He's perfect! He's gone through so many people..."
Lua's eyes widened in horror and stared at her friend. "No. Conor is evil. You know what he does... what he's like... plus he's gorgeous, it won’t work..."
"It will work because Frank is hot too... plus Frank has spirit, that gets Conor off more than anything and you know it..."
Lua shook her head emphatically and squeezed Anya's hands in her own. "No! I... I wont be a part of this if Conor is involved."
Anya responded by taking hold of Lua’s shoulders, sliding on top her to straddle the girl. "Conor is estimated to be worth in the hundred millions section... This would be great for Frank... I'm making the call..."
Raising her legs up and locking them around Anya's midsection she threw the older woman off and jumped out of the bed, moving to the foot of it and staring down at her friend. "I like Frank and I wont be part of hurting him! We can train him till the fucking cows come home and he still won’t be ready for Conor! He trusts people, Annabelle, and I will not be a part of removing that innocence from him. You're on your own." Stalking out of the room, she slammed the door hard and took off down the street, leaving Anya naked and alone on her bed.