Vinnie shook his head and shoved the new Speedo into a paper bag and headed downstairs to the hotel lobby.
Ryan and Vinnie's classmate Tank's father owned the hotel, and Vinnie had wrangled a holiday job in the gift shop. He put tags on the striped Speedo put it on the window mannequin.
By the end of the day, Ryan and Vinnie were insane with hunger and anger. There no longer was any division between the two young men's minds or bodies. It didn't take long for them to realize if they couldn't figure out whose memory was whose or where one began and the other ended, there would be no hope of them ever separating again. Jason wondered if this was what madness was like, two minds in one brain shouting at each other, or maybe it was Ryan that wondered it. The two minds struggled for dominance while hungering for cum.
Vinnie was about to end his shift with Rico Vasquez came into the shop. He had a towel around his waist.
"How can I help you, sir?" Vinnie asked. He got a base salary plus commission.
"I tore my Speedo, and need a replacement," Rico explained. Then he nodded toward the mannequin in the window, and asked, "Got any striped ones like the one in the window?"
"That's the only one like that we have left," Vinnie answered, "I can get it, if you like."
"Get it for me. I'll try it on and see how it fits."
"Yes, sir. If you want to go in the dressing room, I will bring it to you. You need to wear underwear when you try it on, state law."
"I'll wear my torn Speedo, if that's okay."
"Mm, uh, sure, I guess," Vinnie said as he struggled to get the suit of the mannequin. He thought at Ryan and Jason, "Okay, boys, behave yourselves, and you might go home with this guy. Keep shouting and you will scare him off, and maybe end up on next years sale table." He waved them toward a table in the back corner marked "LAST SEASON STOCK HALF OFF".
SHUT UP. BE QUIET. SHH! the two minds yelled in unison. Whether it was their mutual desire to escape the mannequin or their shock that their minds seemed to be thinking as one, the became totally silent, and remained so while Rico tried them on.
"Perfecto, I'll take them," said Rico emerging from the dressing room wearing only the striped Speedo. His old torn red one and the towel were in his other hand. He signed the charge slip Vinnie prepared. He billed it to the hotel's Honeymoon Suite.
"Oh, here on your honeymoon?" Vinnie asked.
Rico laughed, and said, "Honeymoon? Oh, the suite. No, no, not on my honeymoon." And he left wearing the Speedo.
Vinnie really hadn't planned on selling Ryan and Snake. He had put a $250 price tag on the Speedo. He was shocked when Rico paid that price. So shocked that he just went through with the sale. He had planned to let Rico try it on, and then explain that it was a display model and not for sale. He had just earned a $50 commission. He would worry about Ryan and Jason later. The old lady who had the evening shift had arrived to take his place. He quickly put a new multicolored Speedo on the naked mannequin, before leaving.
"Oh, good sale, Vincent," she said checking the logs, "I didn't even know we had a $250 swimsuit."
"Oh, I found it in the back, and it didn't have a price, so I just tagged it $250 and put it on the mannequin. I figured people would think the other suits were a bargain. Didn't expect to sell it."
"Well, change the price on the suit you just put on the mannequin to $250, we'll see if we sell it too," she suggested.
Rico's mind drifted as he strolled along the walkway stealing glances at his reflection in the mirrored walls. He looked hot in the striped Speedo. His dark brown skin was really set off by the contrasting stripes, and the way the suit hugged his crotch, it was making him hard. He smiled as he watched his bulge swelling.
Oh, yeah, you are hot, Rico, so hot, you need to shoot your load, thought Snake, as Rico adjusted his bulge.
"Que?" Rico had been thinking in Spanish, and suddenly, he was thinking in English. He never thought in English.
Swa-vay, thought Ryan trying some of his High School Spanish.
Rico shook his head must be that last batch of drugs. Rico was the local drug kingpin. He always sampled the product to make sure it was pure. Not much, just enough to be sure. He didn't want to get hooked on the stuff. The new stuff must be pretty potent to make him hear voices. He shook his head, and went up to his suite. The suit noticed that two men had been waiting outside the hotel gift shop, and had silently followed Rico up to his room. One opened the door, and went in and checked. He came back and said, "Claro."
Rico and the other man entered.