Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2007 23:09:28 -0400
From: Christian Gartrip <christianxgartrip@gmail.com>
Subject: The Gentleman, Ben - Part 2

The Return of the Gentleman, Ben

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

In the week following my encounter with "Big Ben," I spent a considerable
amount of time obsessing over what he'd done to me.  Never had anyone
managed to abuse me the way he had; never had anyone caused me so much
suffering; never had anyone made me feel so humiliated; never had anyone
paid me for using my body to satisfy his own sexual kinks; but never had
anyone made me rethink my entire sexual persona the way Ben had. The welts
had healed, and the pain had subsided, but nothing satisfied me anymore.  I
had a few dates in the days following my night with Ben, but they were
unrewarding.  My usual fuck-buddies no longer excited me.  In fact, the
only erections I managed to achieve resulted from the now regular
nightmares I was experiencing, the most vivid of which had Ben, dressed
head-to-toe in black leather, parading me (butt naked) through the local
hospital on my hands and knees, then offering me to all of his doctor
friends for post-surgical sexual release.  I would wake, sometimes
screaming, with a raging hard-on and my ass aimed high in air, always just
on the verge of orgasm.

Fortunately for me, Ben lives in Atlanta, so the knowledge that we'd
probably never see each other again helped to heal both the physical wounds
and the psychic ones.  After a couple of weeks, I was back to my normal
self and had even made a few new friends who liked to have me put my nice
stiff cock exactly where I'd always preferred to put it.  I hadn't
completely forgotten about Ben of course... how could I?  After all, there
was the 500 dollars he had so generously slipped into my back pocket. The
cash didn't exactly justify what he'd done, but it did make me feel a
little better about the spending spree the following weekend.

Then, about 3 weeks later, on a rainy lazy Saturday morning, the phone
rings.  It was Ben.  He'd been in town for a few days, "on business," and
since he was leaving for Atlanta the next day, he thought I might like to
get together for "a little fun."

"Fun for who?" I thought.

"I'd really like to see you again, and I was hoping you'd be free."

"Uhm... well, I don't really have any plans, so I guess that would be
okay."

I couldn't believe I was agreeing to this, but really, how bad could it be?
He had laid out the ground rules pretty solidly the last time: I get to
suck that gorgeous black cock hanging between his legs, and in exchange, he
gets to stick it up my ass.  The problem had been my resistance.  I was
open to it now, so I had nothing to fear.  Right?  Right.  And besides,
Labor Day was just around the corner, and... well, the money (if indeed
there was any) would be nice, too.  This town is about as white bread as it
gets, so if I were going to indulge my newfound taste for black meat, then
Ben would certainly qualify.

We agreed to meet at the same bookstore, and I spent the rest of the
afternoon canceling my plans (I did have them) and cleaning up in all the
right places.

We both arrived at 8pm and never actually entered the store.  He was
dressed just how I suspected he would be: seersucker trousers, a pick
oxford cloth shirt stretched tightly across his broad chest, and penny
loafers.  His dark skin and perfectly shaped head (shaved, just as I
remembered it) gave me a slight chill on an otherwise balmy June evening.
He smiled broadly and held out his hand as he approached.

"Wow, you look great!  It's good to see you again."

"Same here," I said, feeling a little underdressed in an old pair of jeans
and white polo.

"I'm staying in a hotel out near the interstate, how about I drive.  I'll
bring you back... promise," he winked.

"Sure... not a problem."  Why this scenario failed to set off an entire
choir loft of warning bells is anyone's guess, but it didn't.  I climbed
into Ben's silver Volvo, sank into the comfy taupe leather seat, and tried
desperately to hide the boner that seemed to have suddenly appeared out of
nowhere.

A bit nervous, I sat quietly as Ben rattled on about his job (hospital
consultant) and how much he hated the hopeless traffic in the big city of
Atlanta.  As we approached the outer limits of the city (ok, town) he
shifted the conversation a bit to the physical.

"I've thought a lot about that blow job you gave me last month... one of
the best ever.  I'm really looking forward to it if you don't mind me
saying so."

"That's very flattering.  Thank you."  That blowjob came with a hard
ass-pounding and a brutal whipping as well, but I guess he'd forgotten
about that part of our date.

"And may I say as well, you really do have the hottest little ass I've ever
seen."

Believe it or not, I actually blushed with this one.  "Thanks."

"I'd really like to get a look at it.  How about you slip those jeans down
a little and me see it?  Just a little."

I giggled like a school girl, but got a thrill at the thought of publicly
exposing myself for this stud while in the safety of the Volvo.  So I
lifted my hips and slid my jeans down to my knees (yep, I was commando) and
let my cock spring straight up and point at the roof of the car.  Ben
reached over and slid his hand under my bare bottom and ran one of his
fingers gently across my asshole.

"Nice.  So nice."

Ben continued his delicate maneuvers as we pulled onto the interstate, and
then took the first exit on the right.  At the top of the ramp stood a
faded single-story motel known for being frequented by truck drivers and
seasonal workers (illegals).  This was certainly not the kind of place that
someone like Ben would find appealing.  Was it?  "You're staying here?"

"Uh-huh.  Didn't have much of choice.  The other hotels were all booked.
Actually I didn't move in here until this morning.  My usual room was
already booked for the weekend, and I had originally planned on leaving
this morning.  Anyway, I had to move here for the night since I suddenly
had a reason to stay the weekend."  Ben squeezed my ass cheek and grinned
as he pulled into the parking lot.  "It's not as bad as it looks.  You'll
see."

We drove past an old, heavy-set black man cleaning out the fast food bags
from the front of his truck cab, and an aging Mexican women sitting on a
folding chair outside of one of the rooms.  There were a few cars sitting
around, but other than that, the place seemed pretty much deserted.  We
parked, and Ben removed his hand from underneath me.

"You'll need to take off your clothes now."

"Huh?"

"You heard me.  Take off your clothes.  You won't need them for a while.
Do it."

I looked at him and felt a knot growing in my stomach.

"Now, bitch.  Get naked!"

Knowing that I had no choice at this point (and no car), I quickly looked
around for onlookers and then removed my shoes and jeans.

"Shirt too."

I took off my shirt, slowly, and handed it to him.  He reached down and
picked up my jeans and moccasins and climbed out of the car.  He popped the
trunk and dropped my belongings inside, then slammed it shut.  A few
seconds later he opened the car door, grabbed my elbow, and jerked me out
into the dusky night sky.

"Room 12.  Walk."

I made a quick dash for the door marked "12" and waited for Ben to let me
slip inside.  He walked slowly to the porch and fumbled with his keys
before finally opening it.  I started to step inside, but he grabbed me by
the back of my neck and pulled me away from the threshold then stepped
inside first.  He turned and looked at me for a second then pulled me
inside with him.

"You'd be wise to keep your mouth shut.  I'm not really up for a lot of
your bitchy bullshit.  You got that?"

I nodded while trying to take in my surroundings.  The room was warm and
muggy and smelled like a dirty ashtray soaked in cheap air freshener.
Clearly, the window unit wasn't working very well.  The bed (a king) was
covered in a tattered cream-colored bedspread.  An old loveseat sat under
the broken air conditioner, and the rest of the room was filled with a
variety of bedside tables, faded wall hangings, mirrors, and a couple of
tacky lamps.  I felt sick and desperately wanted to leave.

"Hands and knees.  Now."

I lowered my naked body down onto the matted green shag rug and positioned
myself doggy-style.

"That's good.  You've learned what I like."

"Yes, sir.  Can I suck your cock, sir?"

"No."  Ben placed his loafer on the small of my back, "I said to keep you
mouth shut, didn't I?"

I nodded, but he seemed unimpressed as he pushed me flat onto the carpet
with his foot and dropped down on top of my thighs and placed his left hand
on my ass.

"You're gonna get a good pussy pounding... you know that, right?"

I didn't move.

"But we need to lay out a few rules: First, this ain't about you, but I
suspect you already know that.  Second, you do what I say... no matter
what.  Third, you leave when I'm ready for you to leave.  And finally, if
my dick ain't satisfied, I won't think twice about droppin' your naked
faggot ass in the parking lot of the local rest stop five miles down the
road... and don't think I won't."

A few seconds later I heard the light clanking sounds of metal.  Ben
grabbed my wrists, and quickly secured them behind me with what I assumed
was a set of leather-coated handcuffs.  At this point, all I could manage
was an "oh shit" sigh of resignation.  He wants to fuck me, but he wants to
humiliate me and scare me a little in the process.  Great.  Tie me up, fuck
me all you want, just let me suck that black cock!

"That's better.  Can't have you getting any dumb ideas," he laughed,
revealing a menacing tone that caused my whole body to go slightly numb.

Ben took a moment to admire his "work" then slowly stood up and walked to
other side of the room.  I watched him from my position on the floor as he
removed his shirt while admiring his broad muscled frame in the cracked
mirror that hung on the wall near the bed.  He slowly unfastened his belt
and then quickly ripped it from his trousers with a swooshing sound that
sent a sharp chill through my entire body.  He made a point to turn around
and toss the leather strap onto the bed before returning to the mirror.
After stepping out of his loafers, he unbuttoned his seersucker pants and
carefully lowered them his knees.  After he stepped out of his pants, he
folded his clothes neatly into a stack then walked them to the closet door
and placed everything inside, including the tortoiseshell glasses and tank
watch.

When he turned to face me, he was wearing nothing but a pair of skin-tight,
low cut, black leather trunks with an exaggerated zipper that ran
vertically across his large crotch.  My cock sprang suddenly to life, and
my mouth began to salivate from the hunger for a taste of his black beef
stick.

"Time for the bitch to clean up Big Ben's hole.  Role over, cocksucker, so
I can sit down on your face."

I rocked back and forth until I had rolled over onto my back, pinning my
hands down underneath me.  My boner stood straight up like a flag pole
swaying under a light breeze.

"Ah damn't faggot, I don't wanna see that."

Ben turned away and opened a drawer in the dresser.  He returned with a
pair of vinyl hot pink crotchless panties that were piped with delicate
black lace trim.  Big Ben sighed and dropped down on my chest.  He pulled
the panties onto my legs, backward, so that my cock was covered and my ass
was fully exposed for his pleasure.

"Better."  I'd never had on anything like before.  Knowing that I was being
forced to wear a pair of whore's panties backward made me feel even more
self-conscious that the naked perp walk he had me do a few minutes earlier.

Ben unzipped his leather trunks, leaned forward and slipped them down to
his thighs.  He then placed his coffee-colored ass over my face and sat
back down.

"Get that mouth working, bitch... Big Ben ain't had his ass cleaned in
weeks."

I took a deep breath and inhaled the foul stench that came from the mix of
funk and sweat that lay buried in his crack.  Ben moaned and then twisted
his ass on my face as I cleaned away the grime as quickly as I could.  Ben
reached down between his legs and cupped the fleshy sac that held those
huge tasty walnuts and pulled it away from his inner thigh.  He stretched
it between his fingers then dropped the whole package down onto my chin.
As the odor from his ass filled my nostrils, my head began to "float" as if
I'd huffed a huge hit from a bottle of poppers.

"Don't kiss it, bitch.  Clean it!  Stick your tongue up that shitter and do
what you do best.  I don't wanna have to tell you again."

I stuck out my tongue and forced it deep into his dark rank hole, carefully
darting it back and forth in hopes of avoiding the strap that lay just out
of my reach, but very much within his.

I felt that I was doing exactly as he'd ordered, and that I was pleasing
him as his moans grew deeper and louder.  Of course, I was fully aware of
the fact that if anyone were to walk in, it would appear as if my master
was squatting on my face for the purpose of taking a dump.  Fortunately for
me, this was not the case, but these thoughts filled me with shame, which I
assume is what he wanted.

"Damn, bitch... I'll say one thing, you sure do know how to clean a man's
shit chute.  Damn, you gotta be one nasty little slut to know how to do
that!  Ah yeah, clean it up, bitch, clean it up!"

Ben raised his hips slightly and dangled his big ball sac over my hungry
mouth.  "Now suck on Ben's balls, while I check out that cunt."  He packed
my mouth full of his sweaty groin and let that handsome cock rest on my
chin, where it taunted me, just out of my reach.  I wanted to choke on that
pole, and he knew it.

Ben lifted my legs into the air, spread them wide apart, and pulled my
pink-pantied hips towards him.  "Mmmm, nice piece o' pussy.  Look at that,
man.  Look at that."

"Let's get this thing wet." Ben hocked up a huge wad and spit it loudly,
landing it dead center on my exposed rectum.  He pushed his index finger
into my hole and drove it deep.  I tried not to react, but it hurt, and my
hips started to buck, and I instinctively pushed back.

"We ain't havin' none of that!"  Ben slapped my ass cheek with his open
hand twice, and demanded, "keep still, bitch!  You don't wanna go there
with me 'cause you know what that's about."  I took his warning seriously
and tried hard to remain still while he worked me over.  Instead, I tried
to concentrate on those glorious nuts still wedged between my lips.

Ben then shoved a second finger into my gooey ass and began his assault for
a second time.  "That's a nice cunt.  Nasty...but nice.  Yeah.  I'm gonna
rip this thing up!"

Oh God.  Please, just get me through this.

Ben suddenly ripped his fingers from my raw asshole and then lifted himself
up from his squatting position.  I guessed that the foreplay was now
complete.  I imagined Ben's mental checklist as we moved toward the finale.
Stripped and bound: check.  Ass licking: check.  Pussy prep: check.
Intimidating orders barked in ghetto slang: check.  Humiliation, with
whipping attached: check.  Yep, that about did it.  Time to bend me over
the bed and fuck me silly.  Just PLEASE, let me have a go at that cock!
Please.

Silly Me.

"Sit up."  Ben lifted me up and propped me against the end of the bed.  He
walked over to the dresser and lit a cigarette.  (He smokes?)  He inhaled
deeply and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling.  He stared at me
from across the room, then down at his cigarette, and then moved back in my
direction.  He grabbed the base of his massive piece of meat and waved it
me as he stepped forward.

"You wanna suck on this don'tcha bitch?"  I nodded in approval.  "Good, so
open up that mouth 'cause Ben's gotta take a big piss."

Huh?

"I said open your mouth, bitch! I gotta piss!"

No way was I going to let him piss in my mouth.  Belt or no belt, I do not
drink piss.

Ben took another drag and off of his cigarette expelled it into the air
over my head, then let loose his a bright gold stream of urine onto my
chest and stomach.  I closed my eyes and tensed up as it trickled down onto
the front of my panties.  Ben laughed then deliberately cut off the hot
stream and placed the dark purple head of his cock just inches from my
sealed lips.

"Open up, bitch."  Ben looked down into my eyes and held my gaze then
flicked the ash off of the edge of his cigarette.  It drifted down and
landed on my piss-soaked thigh.  I took this as a threat.  Shit.

Panicked, I glanced around the room in a vain attempt to seek out an escape
route.  As I did, I caught a glimpse of a stack of green bills on a small
desk.  Money?  Yep, it looked as if Ben was going to reward me for my pain
and suffering, again.  Every man has his price, and apparently mine was a
few hundred bucks, maybe more.  So this was it?  Trapped in an old motel
room, eyes locked on a stack of hundreds, and just seconds away from
swallowing another man's piss stream.

Ben seemed not to notice (or care) about my sudden sense of panic.  He
gripped my chin and squeezed until my mouth opened for him.  He then pushed
his long flaccid cock into my mouth, past my tongue, and down my throat.
Oh God Oh God Oh God.  Ben then separated his legs slightly and positioned
himself as if he had just stepped up to a public urinal.  His dick now in
place, he wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and jerked my head
forward.  I fought back a gag reflex, and then he let fly a heavy load that
sped out of his cock like water flowing from a garden hose.

"Ah yeah, drink it up baby, drink it up."

I swallowed as fast as I could, opening up my throat to catch as much of
him as possible.  His piss stream seemed endless as he strained, bent his
knees, and forced it in as fast as he could squeeze it from his cock.  But
there was just too much, and after a valiant effort, the golden fluid
started to back-up in my throat and drip from the edges of my mouth.  I
gagged and sent some of it sprewing onto the front of his leather trunks.
He kept pissing until he was empty and seemed unconcerned with the
overflow.  I swallowed the last of it and tried to adjust to the tangy
bitterness that coated the inside of my mouth.
 
The last of the warm flow dripped off of my chin and puddled around my pink
crotch.  My chest felt oddly warmed by the sensation of the piss bath.  I
hated myself for letting this man use me as his own personal toilet, but I
couldn't help but notice that my own cock was raging hard and the head of
it was peeking out over the top of my pink panty.  Ben, however, wasn't
quite so pleased.

"These shorts cost me 300 dollars, bitch, now they're ruined.  LOOK AT
THAT!"  Ben pointed to dampness that glistened on the front of the leather.
Shit.  Now what?

"You done fucked these things up!"

Ben snatched me up and bent me over from the waist.  He dropped to the edge
of the bed and pulled me down across his lap like a father does to an 8
year old after catching him playing with matches.  He lifted his large
black hand into the air and slapped it hard against my bare rump.  He
spanked me furiously, again and again, and without mercy.  My flesh burned,
and my entire body tensed-up from the assault.

"You stupid CUNT... can't even swallow my piss without fuckin' it up.  I
oughta just turn you out right now!"

"Please, sir...I..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!"  Ben pushed my face down onto the bedspread to
muffle my pleas, and then continued blistering my ass with his open palm.

After he was satisfied that I had been properly punished, he pushed me from
his lap onto the floor and stood up from the bed.  Saying nothing, he
walked to the dresser and pulled a black collar from the drawer that was
attached to a long silver leash.  He fastened it firmly around my neck,
letting the cold steel chain hang freely down the center of my back.  He
stepped out of stained leather trunks and dropped to the floor in front of
my knees.

"I was gonna let you suck my cock.  I know how you got a thing for nigga
dick, but ain't no way Big Ben's gonna be stickin' this big thing in that
mouth.  Now you just sit there and think about what you done to my shorts.
You fucked up my night bitch, you really done FUCKED IT UP GOOD!"

I sat quietly on me knees and thought about how I must of looked.  Naked
but for a pair of pink panties, handcuffed, drenched in piss, and staring
down at a pair of Big Ben's stained leather shorts, I felt as low as I'd
ever felt.  I wanted to disappear.  I wanted to go home.  I wanted to suck
my master's black cock.

Ben walked to the sink counter outside of the bathroom and took a beer from
a small cooler.  He walked past me and sat down on the loveseat behind me.
He cracked open the beer and lit another cigarette.

"You really fucked up my night, you know that, bitch?  I was gonna let you
suck on my pole, but we ain't gonna be doin' that now.  And you gonna pay
for this room, bitch."

Ben put out his cigarette and chugged his beer, then sat it on the table
next to the bed.  He paced back and forth around the room, never looking
directly at me, but clearly angry at having had his leather trucks ruined
from my inability to swallow his load of piss sufficiently.  After a third
pass in my direction, he snatched the chain from my collar and jerked me up
onto my feet, then pushed me down onto the bed.

"You ain't gonna get yours, but I ain't leaving 'til I get mine.  Now
spread those legs and show Big Ben that cunt."

Ben positioned me to his liking and, forgoing the proper lube, hocked out
another load onto my ass.  He pushed it in with his thumb.  "I hope this
hurts like hell, bitch... I'm gonna make sure it does."

Ben slapped my ass a few times and then pressed the head of his fat cock
against my "cunt."  He then wrapped the chain around his hand and jerked my
head straight up.  On the wall on the opposite side of the bed I could see
our refection in the other large mirror that hung there.  Big Ben looked
pensive and angry as he thrust his hips forward and forced his cock past my
sphincter and then deep into my chute.

"AAArrgghh.  Please, no..."

Ben laughed, and jerked on my chain, "If you know what's good for you,
you'll shut the fuck up.  Now be still, bitch, and let me bust my nut."

Ben plowed into my dry hole with a vicious rhythm that sent shock waves
through my entire body.  By then I knew that this hot stud wasn't going to
slow down or hold back once he had his cock where he wanted it.  He pounded
my dry ass with rage, occasionally reaching back and slapping my butt cheek
to remind me of how totally he owned me now.  I could do nothing but take
it.  I shut my eyes and tried to lose myself but the pain was immeasurable,
and my cock was heavy and dripping pre-cum.

Ben then suddenly ripped his cock completely out of me.

"Get those knees up on that bed, bitch, and spread those legs."

He stepped back and took a long swig of his beer, and then swirled it in
his mouth as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.  He spewed the brew at
my ass and watched it splatter across my backside.  Then he stepped forward
and hocked up another load and spit it on his cock.

"Time for round 2."  He forced his cock back inside my aching hole and
quickly returned to his previous pace.  I closed my eyes and prayed for an
early release.

"Tighten up that cunt, bitch.... You know how I like a tight cunt.  Aah
come on, bitch, tighten up that cunt... yeah, that's it... yeah that's
it... uh huh,.... Yeah, oh yeah... I'm gonna blow a big one, baby... oh
yeah!  UUUGGGHHH!!!"

Ben had pulled out and shot his first big load of spunk all over the
outside of my hole.  He then pressed his cock back inside, pump my cunt a
few more times, and then blew out a second round of jizz, which flushed my
rectum like a hot enema.

"Damn, bitch... you are LOVIN' THIS, huh?  Yeah, man, you're loving this
shit with your nasty cunt suckin' up Big Ben's stuff.  Ain't ya bitch?"

Ben pushed me forward onto my stomach and walked away with the last of his
beer in his hand.  His cum was bubbling from my ass, and my thighs were
coated in a sticky mix of sweat, beer, and jizz.  My hands were still
cuffed behind me, and my master showed no interest in releasing me from my
bonds.  From where I was positioned, I could see him standing in front of
the sink, smoking, washing his face, and then bathing his beautiful black
cock with a soapy washcloth.  I'd hoped that I would be allowed to do that,
but apparently, we were done.

Ben wrapped a white towel around his thin waist and walked back into the
room.  He bent down to pick up the stained leather trunks and then tossed
them on the bed.

"Lick 'em, bitch.  Clean off my piss.  I can't pack a pair of rank smellin'
shorts with my good clothes, so you'd better get that tongue to working."
So apparently we weren't done.  Maybe there was still hope for that blowjob
after all.  And besides, this hard-on of mine just wouldn't go down.

I moved my tongue around and tried vainly to clean up Ben's dried piss, but
it didn't seem to be working very well.  Then suddenly, the room was rocked
by a knock at the door.  Who the hell was that?

"Do you want me to go into the bathroom?"

"Shut up, bitch... we got company."  Ben grabbed the chain attached to my
collar and pulled me off the bed.  He unfastened the chain and looped it
around the leg of the bed frame and reattached it to my neck.  I was
chained to the foot of the bed, a slave, trapped in a rundown hotel and God
only knew who, or what, was on the other side of that door!

Ben walked to the door in his towel, clearly expecting someone.  He opened
the door and ushered in two men.

The two men appeared to be in their early 40's and straight from central
casting.  The one who spoke first ("Leon") was a dark-skinned black man who
was taller than Ben, thin, and wearing a red wife-beater with baggy jeans.
His side-kick (Anthony) was a beefy linebacker type with a thick neck and a
bear-like gut that pulled at his black t-shirt.  Both men were oddly
handsome and seemed intrigued by the sight of me as they walked in.
   
"Damn, Ben.  What the hell you got here.  Looks like we got us a somethin'
new to play with," Leon said as he stood over me, salivating.

"Lookin' good," said Anthony.  "He got a name?"

"HER name is BITCH, and I'm sick and tired of fuckin' with her."

Ah shit.  I did not sign on for a BDSM gang-bang with these two.  I wanted
out, and for the first time, I was really scared for my life.

Ben offered up a beer to each of them, and the 2 guests made themselves
comfortable while Ben dressed himself on the other side of the room.

"How much you won't for her?"

"Hell, I'll pay you 1000 dollars to take the bitch.  She ain't worth shit,
and I ain't wastin' no more time trying to break her in."

"What she like to do?"

"Well, she LIKES to suck black cock; can't seem to get enough of it.  She
ain't much for getting' her pussy popped, but she got a tight cunt... I'll
say that for her.  She ain't much for piss either, and I've had to beat her
ass a few times, just to show her what's what.  Waste of time all the way
around as far I'm concerned.  If you two boys are lookin' to party, be my
guest."

"Hot damn!" grinned Leon.  "Sounds like a plan.  Whatcha say Anthony, wanna
get your dick wet?"

Anthony just smiled and nodded his approval.

Ben, now dressed again, walked over to the door of the room.  "I gotta get
outta here.  So you boys have fun.  I'll call you the next time I'm in
town.  Oh, one more thing, she LOVES to eat out a black man's ass.
Bitch'll clean you up good."

WHAT...THE...FUCK.

"I'm at the Hilton.  You've got my cell, so call me if you need anything.
The money's over there.  Have fun."  Ben left and closed the door behind
him.

"Damn... Let's party, bitch.  I'm gonna get my assed licked!"

(The End of Part II.  Stay tuned for the Conclusion of "The Gentleman,
Ben.")