To suffer through some explanatory monologuing... and an inflatable dildo up the ass.

"I think Mandy needs a bit of punishment."

"Really?" Dmitri's eyes lit up, and his hand dropped automatically to his crotch.

"Yes," Darren smirked. "Fetch me the inflatable dildo."

"The..." Dmitri's face struggled for a bland expression to cover the other emotions that surged briefly across it. A cold smile spread across his lips as he turned away. "Of course, sir. I believe it's in the nightstand for easy access when you want to play with it."

Darren glared after the larger man, the familiar desire to hit him surfacing. Don't grind your teeth, he reminded himself, and looked down at the **** girl.

"So young and good looking, aren't you Amy? I can't decide, should it be Amy or Mandy? Which is more bimbo-like, which makes you sound dumber?"

"I vote Amy," Dmitri said.

"Mandy it is. So Mandy, have you ever wondered why I picked you?" Daren asked, running his hands down her sides. Mandy twitched as his touch tickled her sensitive skin.

"So many good looking women pass through our clubs. They just flock to Dmitri," he said bitterly, resentful gaze locked on the back of his partner's rigid shoulders as Dmitri reached into a drawer.

"Me, I'm short," he laughed without mirth. "in height and in dick size. If a girl even looks at me it's with pity. I still get my share. When you have money the girls don't care, but they still think I'm a freak."

Dmitri stopped, taking long hard breaths while Darren pretended to keep looking. Finally he resumed, though it was clear Amanda's eyes were seeing only her own fantasies.

"I looked into penile surgery, but that field isn't nearly as advanced as all those spam e-mails would make you think, and with my size it wouldn't make much difference. Then fate came calling. While Darren was out partying and getting the girls and taking business courses I was taking biochemistry. You know how much biochemistry pays for a scientist?"

Amanda stared blankly at him while Darren tossed a few things on the bed beside her and walked away to the drink cabinet.

"About as poorly as any office job. Just another drone in spite of us making the big discoveries," Dmitri said with a bitter laugh. "But me and Darren... he's my brother, did you know that? Funny, isn't it? He's big and handsome and then there's me."

Darren slowly took out some glasses and bottles while Dmitri glared at him. "Well, he was talking about his exploits, rubbing it in as always.

"I wasn't..." Darren began.

"You were!" Dmitri yelled thunderously loud, making even the near-comatose girl jump. "Talking about the scene. Always the scene. The music, the dancing, the girls, the drinks..."

Darren nodded, as if resigned. "The ****..."

Dmitri nodded as well, eyes still locked on Darren's tense back.

"I'd been doing research on a different kind of ****, not the recreational ones, but hearing about how... lucrative it was in the clubs I did a bit of dabbling, looking to improve on the available party ****. I had a few successes, a few failures."

"I'll say," Darren muttered, but Dmitri's eyes had glazed over in remembrance.

"When I was finishing school I was focussing on performance ****... for athletes, that is," he smirked. "The eternal quest for bigger, stronger, faster acting muscles. In my research I stumbled across the research of a 70's scientist. He'd been operating on the idea that muscles grow stronger when they become shorter, and the idea that shorter muscles twitch quicker. In some sports it's all about the twitch. Make them twitch faster and you have quicker reaction. Make a muscle shorter and it twitches more powerfully as well as faster."

His eyes drifted over to Amanda, eyeing her lovely young form but not really seeing her, only her attributes. It was enough to make his gaze sharpen and bring him back to the here-and-now.

"Anyway, to cut a long story short, his research had one problem to it. Maybe not a big problem to his mind when he was researching it, but when it came to implementation...." he spread his hands. "A huge problem. Athletes don't think much about stretching. Do a few lunges and they think they're done. That's why they get injured so much. The smart ones do proper stretching. Well, Dr. Gundersson's research neglected to think about that. His process shortened the muscles all right. Shortened them permanently."

Darren wandered back over, handing a glass of dark liquid to his brother before sitting beside Amanda's head.

"That's the **** I've been injecting into your pussy the last six times your friends brought you," Dmitri said, taking a long gulp of his drink. "They really do hate you, you know that? I tried out the leader of your pack. Denise? Debbie?"

"Jessica, I think," Darren said. "Maybe Jessie."

Dmitri waved his hand. "Whatever. Anyway, she was one of the girls I tried. I was looking for a good looking girl with a tight pussy that I could make tighter. The fact that this airhead's friends were willing to help me for the price of admission was an added bonus. All I had to do was put you onstage at one of my clubs with a hypnotist, to test your suggestibility, and I knew I had my girl."

Dmitri took another gulp of his drink, Darren following suit in a companionable way. Dmitri's hand stroked her inner thigh, making her moan a little while Darren ran his dark slim fingers through her bright blonde curls. The two paused for another sip before Dmitri sighed, put the drink down, turned to the girl and his brother.

"Well, let's get down to the fucking, shall we?"