The Wrong Side of Town

by Alden Odessa

  My body clinched as I came. I pressed in her and she gasped. It was a combination of me putting my dick into her too far and the loads of come shooting into her. I was worried it hurt her and then she started gasping again, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  Her sudden desire turned me on even more, mid-orgasm and I reached down and clutched her tight ass as I continued to come in her. With every shot of sperm she said YES again, over and over until I had no more to give her.

  My body trembled as the last remnants of ejaculate seeped out of me and into her. My body let out a few trembles and Betty now put her hand on my arm.

  “Let it all out, let her take it,” said Betty.

  “I want it,” April said feebly.

  The last drops finished leaving my body, and I collapsed on top of April. I could feel April's arms encircle me and then I could feel Betty’s hand also gently stroking my back.

  I leaned up and looked at April. I kissed her on the mouth, gently. I pulled back and looked at her, using my hand to stroke her face while her lovely green eyes looked at me. “Are you okay?” I asked her.

  She smiled at me. “I’ve never felt better.”

  And that’s how you turn out a new member of your harem.

  I rolled over onto my back to the side of her, between her and Betty. They both rolled into me and put their hands on my chest, rubbing gently.

  As I drifted off to sleep, I was reminded of a thought I had had earlier: As far as existential crisis’ go; this wasn’t a bad one.

  23

  Doug's Dream of Me

  I wake up and I’m having sex.

  There is a woman in front of me, who is she? I can’t see her face. I have her bent over. We are on a bed and I am behind her. I am drilling her and she is screaming; she is screaming my name.

  “Doug! Doug! Oh yes, DOUG!!!”

  I feel like there is a cloud, there is a cloud in front of me, I can see everything I need to know about what is happening right now, if I could just get past the cloud, this fog in front of me.

  All I know is that there is a woman in front of me, she is thrusting herself back into me as I have sex with her.

  She screamed at me to fuck her harder and harder, so I do. I pound the back of her ass as hard as I can, ramming my dick in her.

  This is my wife. This is Karen.

  She’s never acted this way, she’s never been this loud, since when was Karen a screamer? This was my wife, my wife of ten years, and even when we first dated she wasn’t like this. What had gotten into her?

  Suddenly there is a man in our room. He is in front of us. He is handsome; he is tall and thin, with a nice physique so far as I can tell. He had dark hair and tan skin. He is wearing black slacks and a black shirt, unbuttoned, two from the top. He looks cool. He is everything I am not.

  Where did he come from? It’s hard to focus with Karen’s ass slamming into me. I didn’t hear the door open, much less see it, the bedroom door is right in front of me since we are flipped around on the bed. The headboard behind me.

  He crosses his arms; he stares at us. What is he doing? Why is he watching me fuck my wife? He is smiling at me; he walks up to us; he gets right beside Karen. What is he going to do? Why is he here?

  He takes his hand, and he puts it on Karen’s head, he gently pets her hair. She lifts her arm and uses his body for leverage. She leans against him. Then she takes her hand and puts it on the front of his pants. She puts her hand on his dick and squeezes; she starts rubbing it. I am in shock but I can’t stop fucking her. It feels too good and even if it didn’t; I don’t feel in control. I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to.

  “Oh Buster,” she says. How does she know his name? Who is Buster? Wait—I know him. His name is Buster Rockknocker. How do I know this?

  Karen feels so good as I ram into her. I close my eyes; I don’t want to see this man; I don’t want him to be watching us; I don’t want my wife to be squeezing his cock.

  I don’t want to know what is happening, all I want to do is come, why can’t I? I feel like I’ve been doing this to her for days, why can I not finish. I know the answer is there, I just can’t see it. There is this fog, this fog all around me.

  “Give me your cock, Buster Rockknocker.” I hear her say it but I don’t want to believe it. Why does she want this man? How does she even know him? How do I know him? I’m getting faint, I think I’m going to pass out, but I want to finish.

  I hear her groaning and suddenly her groans are muffled, as if she has something in her mouth. I don’t want to look because I know what it is, my wife is sucking this man’s dick. I don’t want to see this.

  I don’t want this; I don’t want what is happening right now. I don’t want this man here. I don’t want this man’s dick in my wife’s mouth. Why does she want it?

  I open my eyes, just for a second, just enough to see what is happening. It makes me sick, but I’m too close. I’m too close to climax. She is screaming into this man’s dick as I get ready to come in her. I am getting more lightheaded; I am finding it hard to breathe and my chest is tightening up.

  My body is leaving me, I cannot control it and then I start to explode, outward from my dick, I erupt inside of her and my mind goes with it, I cannot think, I cannot see, I am losing consciousness; I am loosing sight...

  I am losing everything...

  All is darkness.

  24

  These Good Times Won't Last Forever

  My eyes bolt open and I don’t know where I am.

  I don’t know who I am.

  It’s dark, but there is light, in the distance, just outside of reach.

  The lights are off. My eyes are closed.

  I’m in a bed. Am I dreaming? Why can I not open my eyes? I struggle, I use all my might, my eyes open. It is dark still, light in the distance, in front of me, coming from somewhere. Where am I?

  I’m in a bed.

  There are people beside me. Why can I not move my body? I struggle. I find the strength, my body is coming back to me. Where was it?

  My body, it floated, it was floating away. Where was it going? I’m here, in a bed. I can move. I turn my head, there is a woman by my side, and then another, on the other side. We are all naked. We are covered by a thin sheet.

  Can I sit up? I can. I do so. I am in a bed; the room is small, there are two women in this bed. Wasn’t there another one? No, a man. There was a man here. Why?

  I’m confused, my head hurts. The room is spinning; I have to stop moving, just for a second. The room stops spinning. Who am I?

  I sit there for a moment, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, maybe a year, I don’t know. The room is not spinning any more. I work my way out of bed. There is a window. Darkness out the window. I see a bridge, seemingly made out of earth. Beneath it, darkness. But in the distance, light. Where am I?

  I stumble, I am naked. Who are these women? Is this my wife? I had a wife? Which one of these women are my wife? Who is the other?

  I have a craving. I don’t know for what. It’s on the other side of this wall. This is not a wall, this is a half-wall, it leads somewhere. Where? I go around it, it’s a small room, there is a couch and a chair. I don’t want to sit on the couch. I told myself that. When? Why? I go to the chair, cigarettes, there are cigarettes on the table beside the chair. That’s what I am craving.

  I take it and put it to my mouth. I light it; it tastes terrible, but the craving goes away. I sit. I think.

  Who am I?

  My name is Doug. I am an accountant. No, something else, something similar.

  No. That’s not my name.

  Karen. Who is Karen? I know that name. Karen is my wife, one of the girls in the bed, my wife is in the bed, her name is Karen.

  Why are we in this room? Who is Karen?

  Who is Doug?

  I know who I am.

  My name is Buster.

  How long have I been sitting here?

  I look to the table. I had a cigarette, it’s burned all the way to the
butt. Wasted a smoke. No big deal, I have money now.

  I had another dream I can’t remember. Why does that keep happening to me and who am I dreaming of? Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something? Rather starting to forget something.

  I should quit drinking, or at least quit drinking the alcohol in this part of town. It’s affecting my head. Is this the game’s version of a hangover, is that what’s happening to me? I’ll stop drinking and maybe that will fix it.

  I go to the bathroom, I’m still a little confused but I think that must be the whiskey talking. I’m not sick, and I’m not drunk. I don’t think. Did I have more whiskey than I remembered? It was terrible, why did I keep drinking it? They had to serve something better!

  I look like hell, I’m tired. I look tired.

  April, I should check on April. We had sex that’s what happened. It was nice. She was good, she will be good, but I think it’s still a little while before I can send her out on the street, she still needs training. The other girls will do that. Teach her how to work the streets, teach her how to give a blow job. I have three women now, three prostitutes, not including Betty. Today we will earn more, and then the next day more, and all the while we can recruit more girls. That’s what I will have Betty do, recruit girls. She had done a good job so far, no sense in keeping her away from it. Soon we will have more women.

  Build a harem.

  Run the city.

  Win the game.

  I check my stats, my health is up. How long was I asleep? Why the fuck does this game not employ clocks? It’s like Vegas, the whole point is to keep you in the game. I want out.

  Not that it’s been all bad.

  I need to get home, get back to my life.

  My money is down, I gave Betty that money for the girls, who I still have to pay and then there were the drinks we had after. My trust is up. I have a feeling that has to do with the April situation and how I handled that. She trusts me, that’s good, she’ll need to.

  I want to shower; I feel like shit. I go to close my stat screen and I see a flash appear, by the messages tab. Finally, some guidance.

  Before I can tap it there's a knock on the door. The message was ahead of the knock this time. The game is slipping. The timing is off. Fine, I’ll answer the door, the message is just going to tell me to do that, anyway. Maybe it’ll be the redhead again. I go to the door and instantly regret not opening the message.

  It’s not the redhead.

  He towered above me. Not like Bogo, but I had failed to realize just how tall he really was, and ugly. Bruce was ugly.

  Why was he here, what did he want? Why hadn’t I put on clothes?

  He smiles at me in a menacing way. I am too surprised to even move. He grabs me by the throat and pulls me out of the room, slamming my body onto the other side of the hallway. He lifts me up.

  “Quite the operation you’ve got going on here,” he said in a low growl. Bogo, I need Bogo. Bogo could probably make short work of this guy, but his hearing is not what I thought maybe it was. That, or he was a deep sleeper. Either way, I can’t breathe. I express as much, as best I could, to Bruce.

  “That’s the point you shit. If you could breathe, it would be called something other than choking,” he said and then dropped my naked body to the ground. I collected myself best I could and looked up at him.

  “Hi, Bruce.”

  He snorted at me. “What the fuck are you doing trying to recruit my women?”

  “What?” I asked with a cough. Thankfully, no blood came up with it.

  “Britney.”

  “Who the fuck is Britney?”

  “Tonight in the bar, you tried to get her to work for you. Blonde bitch.”

  The girl from earlier, I remember her now, that seems so long ago. She made a reference to her boss not being happy with her, saying she needed to earn or he would hurt her. “I didn’t know she was yours!”

  “I had to cut that bitch for not earning and even thinking of joining a two bit scam like you’ve got going!”

  “You did what?”

  “You heard me, I cut her to remind her she’s mine. Shame too, she was a good one, but I guess to make any money down here she was too good. So I made her cheaper, and uglier!”

  I pulled myself up to my feet, enraged. He hurt that beautiful creature just for not making any money. What kind of man was he. “You motherfucker!” I said as I got to my feet and started to throw a punch at him.

  Before I even had my arm cocked, I felt my ribs get hit by a semi! He punched me in the gut so hard that I almost passed out. I didn’t even know you could get knocked out by a gut punch!

  I crumbled to the ground and gasped for air.

  “Now, where’s my money?”

  Oh fuck. With all that was going on I completely forgot that I had to pay him back ten grand. That was how much I had bought Betty for. He was going to kill her (for not earning) and I bought her life for ten grand, which I didn’t have, so he gave it to me as a loan. A loan I forgot about. I didn’t know where I would get it, just that I think he was serious about getting it back.

  “I’ll get it to you,” I said, through the pain.

  “You’d better, but till then—” he reached down to me. I don’t know how he got it, or where he got it from, but I suddenly, out of the corner of my eye see all of my credits disappear. He just took everything I had. All of tonight, gone.

  “No! That’s all I have.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” he said and then, with his massive foot, slammed into my ribs once again. I think I heard an actual sound of them breaking.

  “Consider this interest,” he said and started to walk away. “You ever approach one of my girls again and I break your skull, you got it?”

  I couldn’t say anything. The pain was too great, and I was passing out from it.

  “You got anything to say or are you just gonna lay there and piss yourself.”

  I think pissing myself was the preferred option since I felt like he might kick me again if I said anything. With what strength I could muster, I reached out my hand out and into the air, with my thumb extended, giving him the affirmative that I would repay him.

  It’s not the finger I wanted to give him.

  “Alright,” he said “you better do it soon. Next time I see you and you don’t have it I’m gonna kill all your girls in front of you and then slit your gut and watch you bleed out.”

  Charming.

  “See ya around, Buster,” he said as he turned and walked down the hall. He pressed the elevator button and when it didn’t open immediately, he took the stairs.

  He was not the kind of man that waited around for things.

  Once he was gone I almost started crying. I didn’t know what to do. Not only did I owe him, but I owed the girls. We would have to check out in the morning and we had no place to go. I’m sure that they’re going to leave. Probably Bogo too, just because he will choose them over me.

  Who wouldn’t?

  I was worthless. I was of less value than a couple of hookers from The Lower Bottoms. I had to think of something, but I couldn’t, the pain was too real and I was loosing consciousness right there in the middle of the hallway in a cheap hotel on the wrong side of town.

  I was fucked.

  Bruce has zeroed out my money. I had nothing. I didn’t check my health, but I didn’t need to. I could tell it was falling by the way that darkness surrounded my mind until there was nothing to see and I drifted off into the sea of darkness.

  TO BE CONTINUED.

  The Story Continues…

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