Monsters - Chapter 11 – If the Suit Fits, Wear It

Monsters

By Karen Singer

Chapter 11 – If the Suit Fits, Wear It

“Please Miss Brandy,” Ralphie begged.  “Please can I not do this dressed like this.”

“Ralphie, you’ve done this many times in the past.”

“I know, but not dressed like this.”

“What’s the difference?  You wore dresses every other time too.”

“But not the little girl dress with a diaper.  Please Miss Brandy?  I’ve been good.”

Brandy considered it.  “Yes, you have been good.  And you do have a point.  You’ve never had to do it while wearing a diaper.”

“So please, Miss Brandy.  “I can change fast.  I can hurry up to the room and change and be back here in minutes!”

“No!  Not tonight.  But I’ll consider it for tomorrow night.”

What struck Carol, was not the fact that Ralphie was arguing so pitifully about what he was going to have to do, but he was arguing about how he was going to have to be dressed while he did it.

“Now you’ve got your money and I told you that afterwards you could enjoy yourself in the casino until midnight.  So get to it!” Brandy ordered.

“Yes, Miss Brandy,” Ralphie replied reluctantly as he turned around and headed into the men’s room inside the hotel casino.

Carol watched the ridiculous man walking into the men’s room and out of sight.  Brandy had just handed him ten ten-dollar bills.  Ralphie had seemed distressed when she did it.  And then he started begging to not have to wear the outfit he had on.  “What’s going on?” she asked Brandy.

“It’s something I make him do all the time.  I just gave him a hundred dollars in ten-dollar bills.  He can’t come out of that men’s room until he’s paid ten different men, ten dollars for the privilege of giving each of them a blowjob.”

“I thought the money was for the casino.”

“No, he’s got a credit card.  He can get all the cash he needs with that.”

Carol chuckled.  “He has to pay them to give them a blowjob?  No wonder he was so upset.”

“Don’t kid yourself.  He doesn’t mind it that much.  In fact, he probably loves it.  His problem tonight had nothing at all to do with that.”

“It didn’t?”

“No.  When I send him into places to do it, and I do this pretty often with him, he can either give them a blowjob or they can rape his ass.  With that diaper on, he’s stuck with just the blowjobs.”

“I would think that would be easier on him.”

“You would think, but the real thing for him is that it’s been over four years now since his cock has been useful for anything except peeing out of.  All that sperm builds up in him.  He’s figured out that the anal pounding by some of them can give him an orgasm of sorts.  With some men, the way they go at him stimulates his prostrate and pushes the sperm out of him, giving him the closest thing to a thrill that he can ever get.  Just not the kind he wants.  But it’s better than nothing, and it keeps me from worrying about his prostate health.”

Carol laughed.  “So he’s gotten to love getting raped in the ass, but he doesn’t feel he can do that with the diaper on.”

“Exactly.  He knows that once the diaper is in place, he can’t remove it for anything at all unless I say he can.  Not even to change it.  And sometimes, he can get pretty raunchy before I give in.  Usually, because I can’t stand the smell anymore.”

Carol laughed again.  “So where to?”

“How about the craps table to start.”

“Sounds good.”

“And let me know if you spot any Mexican guys who are here by themselves.”

“Don’t worry, I stuck a package of rope in my purse already.”

“Perfect!  Shall we?”

The two women headed for the craps table in the casino.  They were enjoying themselves half an hour later when Carol noticed Ralphie heading toward the slot machines.  “Ralphie is out of the men’s room already,” she mentioned to Brandy.

“Yeah.  It doesn’t take him long.  He’s gotten pretty good at it over the years.  His bigger problem now though is that now that the word is out about him, he’s going to get men coming at him all night to take him back into the men’s room.  And this time, they’ll be trying to pay him.”

“And you let him?”

“All he wants.  I think it’s only fitting for someone who thought he could pimp me out.”

Carol laughed.  She watched Ralphie as he sat down in front of a slot machine, then got up and adjusted his skirt and petticoats before sitting back down again.  The poor guy really did look ridiculous!

“Excuse me,” the soft voice said.

Carol turned to find the messenger from the Chinese restaurant approaching behind her.  “Yes?”

“The items you requested have arrived.”

“Very good!” Carol replied happily.  “Can we get them tonight?”

The man nodded.  “I will tell them to expect you.”

“Good.”

“What’s up?” Brandy asked.

“Your bike is here.  Ready to go get it?”

“No time like the present,” Brandy replied.  “We can come back afterwards.”

“Will Ralphie over there be okay without us?”

Brandy laughed.  “He’s fine.  He’s used to me letting him out on his own.  He knows what he’s allowed to do and what he’s not.  And he knows what I’ll do to him if he screws up at all.”

“Then let’s go.  You can ride on the back of my bike.”

Carol led the way up to her room where she got out of the street clothes she had worn all day and started dressing in the riding suit instead.

“You said that the bike suit you were sending for was just like yours?” Brandy asked.

“They’re all pretty much alike,” Carol replied.  “I think the bike I asked for from L.A. is black with some yellow designs on it though, so the riding suit matches.”

Brandy chuckled.  Your suits always match your bike?”

“Sure.  Why not?”

As Brandy watched Carol finish getting dressed, she said nothing while Carol checked the gun in one pocket, a knife in each boot.  Clips of extra ammunition at the back of her waist.  And finally, she stuck her wallet and cellphone in two other pockets.  “Do you always travel with all the weapons?” Brandy asked.

“Don’t you?”

“Most of the time.”

“Same.  Ready to go?” 

Carol grabbed her helmet and the two of them went downstairs and out to the road where Carol had already requested her bike be brought around to the front for them.  They climbed onto Carol’s bike and she took off for the restaurant.  When they got there, she pulled the bike slowly around to the back of the restaurant instead of leaving it out front.  There was a second bike already parked there.

Brandy walked slowly around the second bike.  Like Carol had said, it was all black but there were a few small accents in yellow.  It was bigger than any motorcycle that Brandy had ever ridden, especially the engine.  There were two saddle bags attached to the back.  She opened each one and found them empty.  “It looks heavy,” she told Carol.

“It is.  But it’s powerful.”

“What do you do if it falls?”

“Prey it doesn’t.  I’ve had it happen before.  They can be a bear to get back up again.”

Carol knocked on the back door and it was soon opened to them by an elderly woman.  “Hi Mama Suz,” Carol said respectfully.  “Can we come in?”

The woman moved aside, and Carol and Brandy entered into the kitchen of the restaurant.  The elderly woman gestured toward the side where Carol saw a Chinese man she didn’t recognize waiting for her.  The man led her and Brandy into another room where there was a motorcycle helmet and a riding suit laid out on a table.

“Thank you for bringing this up for me,” Carol told him.  “I…we…appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” the man replied.  “I enjoyed riding the thing here.  I stopped and filled it with gas for you before bringing it here.”

“Thanks,” Carol replied.  “Perfect!  Wait outside so she can change.  I’ll let you know if we need anything else.”

The man left the room and Carol closed the door behind him.  She turned to Brandy.  “Aren’t you going to get changed?”

Brandy stripped out of the clothes she had worn all day.  She picked up the one-piece suit.  It was almost all black with just a few hints of yellow in strategic places to add interest.  It was also a lot heavier and thicker than she though it would be.  “Don’t you get hot wearing these things?”

“Sometimes.  It’s worth it though.”

Brandy wasn’t sure about that.  She started to stick her leg through the pants and realized there was something long and hard in the bottom of the leg.  She stopped to examine it.  She finally rapped her knuckles against something that felt flat, hard, and metallic.  She discovered another one in the other leg.  “What’s this?” she asked.

“Huh?” Carol replied as she went over closer for another look.

Brandy rapped her knuckles against the metal object in the suit again.

“Is that still in there?  I must have left it after my last mission where I went in and out through L.A.  I remember now, I was in a real hurry to make the boat.”

“But what is it?”

“Here,” Carol replied.  “The pockets all open a bit strange since they tried to hide them.  But once you get used to it, you can grab things pretty fast.”

She showed Brandy how to open the pocket.  Brandy reached in and pulled out a machete.  She found a matching one in the other side.  “What were you doing that you need these for?”

“I’m not sure.  I think that was a mission where someone was trying to take over one of Maria Alverez’s drug routes and I had to go down into the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico.  Lots of jungle down there.”

“Maria Alverez?”

“Yeah.  She hires me a lot.  Mostly, she hires my mother.  But if those things are there, then you may find a lot of other things in that suit.  Since I was in a hurry, I probably left it fully loaded.  Put it on and we’ll see what’s still there.”

Other things?  Brandy pulled the one-piece suit on and zipped it up the front.  She found the knives in each boot as she put them on.

When she was dressed, Carol came around behind her.  “Okay, let’s see.”  She patted Brandy’s hip at her right side.  “Open the pocket, the gun’s still in there.”

Brandy figured out how to open the pocket.  The gun was easier to extract than she thought it would be.  “Nice,” she noted as she looked it over.

“There’s probably another one in the other side,” Carol told her.

“Brandy found that one easily.”

Carol patted another small pocket on Brandy’s right hip near the gun.  “Yeah, it’s there,” she said.  “Silencer.”

Brandy reached into the slim pocket there and pulled the silencer for the gun out.  “Nice,” she said before putting it back.

“If you feel along the waist behind you, there are four extra ammunition clips for the guns.  I don’t think any of them have any bullets left in them though.  I’m not sure about the guns either. That was a pretty busy trip.”

Brandy checked them all.  One clip did still have bullets in it.

“Okay,” Carol said, “there’s probably a knife going up from each of your elbows.  You can pull them down and out like this.”  She showed Brandy how to extract the knives. 

“Anything else?” Brandy asked, almost amused by all the weapons hidden within the suit.

“Just the lockpicks in the cuffs.  Oh, and the left side holds a handcuff key.”

“Handy,” Brandy noted.

“Yeah.  Very!  Is that it?”

“I think so.  I don’t usually load the suits up too much.”

“What do you do with your lipstick?”

Carol laughed.  “I rarely ever wear it, but when I do, left breast pocket, along with my cellphone.  I usually put my wallet in the other side.”

Brandy finally laughed.  “I feel like a walking tank!  No wonder it’s so heavy.”

“Yeah, well, the suit is pretty much bulletproof too.  It’s lined with Kevlar.  It’ll help if you get in an accident.  It’ll help even more if you get shot.  It won’t stop the heavy or armor piercing stuff, but it should help against the normal ammunition.”

Brandy shook her head.  “No wonder you like riding the bikes.  Just because the suit holds so many weapons.”

Carol nodded seriously.  “That’s a lot of it.  But really, I just like riding.  I always have.  Ready to go for a quick ride around the city?  You can just throw your other clothes in the saddlebags on the bike.”

Brandy picked up the helmet with the dark visor like Carol’s.  “Is there anything I should know about this?”

“Yeah.  The U.S. government requires that you wear one whenever you ride.”

“Even if I don’t have a license?”

“We’ll get that fixed for you tomorrow.”

“Let’s go, but take it slow.  That’s a bigger bike than I’m used to.”

“You’ll love it!”

As they walked out, the man who had delivered the bike was waiting for them.  “Is everything satisfactory?” he asked.

“Perfect!” Carol told him.  “Thank you so much for your delivery.  Will you pass on a message for us?”

“Of course,” the man replied.

“Please tell Susan that Brandy needs a motorcycle license, and let the Duchess know that the two of us will be there for lunch tomorrow.”

The man smiled.  “I’m sure she’ll be pleased.”