by Gabi Moore
I had wanted to fuck him since I first laid eyes on him. I wanted him to help me forget all the violence for a moment, forget all the scheming and backstabbing and drama and just have fun.
All at once he lurched forward and grabbed me, pulling me into him with a force that made me squeal in surprise. He kissed me hard, a little angrily, then tore his lips away and began to run hurried hands all up and down my body. His hands certainly knew what they were doing.
“What the fuck are you wearing,” he said with amusement.
“Like it?” I smiled.
He mumbled something and threw himself into kissing my neck as his hands worked on furiously to unbutton his jeans.
“Wait!” I said and pulled back for a second, my heart pounding in my ears. I reached down and slit the plastic bag open with the sharp edge of my pinky fingernail, then gently pressed the pad of my finger into the exposed, tightly packed powder and then put it to my nostril and snorted. It was like coke but softer somehow. Like only the memory of something burning, a sensation over before it even started. I went back to pick up more and held it out to him, offering up some of the strange brown powder. He hesitated, one hand still hovering over his crotch. I liked him like this. He didn’t know all the things he was going to do yet, but I did.
“Go on, I won’t tell,” I giggled.
“But what will it do to us?”
“Only one way to find out,” I said, and cocked my hips to the side. He snatched at my hand, grabbed my finger and snorted the powder on the end of it, then continued on to a messy, greedy kiss of my other fingers, my hand, my wrist. Damn, this guy was thirsty. But then again, so was I.
I lunged at him and pinned him hard against a wall of TV boxes, and heard his belt buckle clink to the floor. I pressed up firm against him and sunk into another wild kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser. His hands were hard, his chest was hard, that thick pole in his boxers was really hard …but his lips were almost supernaturally soft. My own lips worked over his in the darkness, our breath coming in jagged gasps, and I could taste a stinging, metallic edge on his tongue. Pink Kisses, indeed.
His hands fanned out over my ass cheeks and then expertly peeled my tights down, going immediately back to slip inside my panties. I helped him pull those down, too. My clothing fell in a crumpled heap down at my ankles, along with his. With a little flutter of triumph I realized he was pretty well hung. I restrained myself from taking that stiff cock in my hands and instead ground my hips against him, wanting the first feel I got of that monster to be on the inside…
I came up for breath and looked at the vague angles and lines of his face up close in the dark. And then, something strange began to happen. Out of the inky darkness, his already dark eyes seemed to light up from within. The black dot of his eyes …went white. I froze and pulled back. His face suddenly came crawling alive before my very eyes. He was lit up, but not with light. I gulped and tried to understand what I was seeing. Man, this stuff worked quickly.
“You feel that?” I breathed. My arms were trembling on his chest. His hand absentmindedly went to my brow and stroked away a strand of my hair, but lingered there.
“Wow. You look really …beautiful,” he muttered, eyes glued to mine.
A strange, pulsing wave passed over me all at once, starting as a deep lurch in the pit of my stomach and radiating out through my limbs, where it evaporated, leaving me feeling light and buzzing.
I wanted to dance.
I wanted to fuck.
Had he always looked so wonderful?
I laughed and leaned in for another kiss, this time forgetting about his cock for a second. I knew that he felt the same. I can’t explain how, but I just knew that we were linked at that moment, and that what I was feeling, he was feeling too. I don’t know if a second passed or several minutes, but we soon pulled back again and looked at each other in shock.
“Are you…?”
I nodded.
Words were now unnecessary. The boundaries between us seemed to be wavering, puckering in the places where our bodies touched and threatening to collapse in on themselves entirely. And pumping right the way through this strange new sensation was something else. The wild, uncontrollable hunger to be fucked.
As though reading my mind, he leaned into me and lifted my hips up off the floor, effortlessly bringing me back down onto his cock, which went jamming up into me to the hilt. I gasped and shuddered. He held me down through that shudder, and we paused for a moment, us two alone in that container, secretly fucking, curled around this hot, delicious place where all of him felt like it entered all of me.
He drew back his hips and began to pump powerfully, each thrust reaching far up into the core of me, the edges of an easy orgasm already brewing and swelling there. The blackness around us became like a projection screen, one that came crawling alive with strange swirling images, colors, light…
He bent his knees, crouched down into me and held me in his lap, supporting the weight of us both, his head collapsing down onto my chest …and he fucked. With steady, almost machine like thrusts he slid into me, strong, his entire body one solid, determined muscle that had me captured and locked to him. In the dim light, his form continued to blur and swirl at the edges, too serious to be psychedelic, too beautiful to be real.
I melted onto him.
I don’t know how long we were in there like that, in that …state. Our bodies moved together hungrily but with ease, as though we’d know one another forever. The moment was a little loop out of time, a secret tunnel we two had found. But almost as quickly as it began, I felt spat out of our little world. The real world came thudding into awareness all around us and I became aware of the cold metal surrounding our warm bodies. The air got heavier. I caught his eye.
“What the fuck was that?” he said. Or maybe he just thought it, and I thought it too, and so there was no need to say anything.
It was enough to push us both over the edge. He came easily and urgently, shooting a heavy load of his beautiful cum deep up into me.
“Fuck,” he moaned against the skin of my neck.
I gripped handfuls of his hair and twisted in a silent scream as I came, too, jerking a little as easy, full waves of pleasure lapped over me, right from the skin on my scalp through to the my toenails. I realized his face was a little wet.
Then things went even stranger. Like we had just temporarily tuned into a weird, alien TV show but had come back again, and now reality didn’t fit quite the same way as it did when last we were in it.
With a few awkward movements, we disentangled and pulled our clothing back on, thankfully shielded a little by the darkness.
“I didn’t …I didn’t expect that stuff to be that strong,” he said, almost in a tone of apology.
I said nothing.
I had wanted a quick fuck, a bit of casual fun. I certainly hadn’t expected …whatever just happened. I glanced over quickly at him. His face was normal again. No bright light in his eyes. No swirling and sparks. He was just a person again, not a bizarre reflection of my own face, not a long lost friend, like he had felt just a moment ago. I felt a little sad. But I also felt relieved. I hadn’t come out here to trip my head off.
“Yeah, uh, let’s not try that again, huh?” I said and laughed. He seemed a little hurt by my callousness. I pretended that nothing had happened, and he had the good grace to pretend with me. Things rapidly congealed around us again and I remembered what we were here to do.
I picked up the bag and threw it at him. I pulled my clothes straight all around me and watched as he did the same, both of us still trying to process what had just happened.
“Here, you take this,” I said.
He easily hoisted it on his shoulders and we walked out. I locked the container behind us, briefly wondering what the hell it was we were even selling these days. I could understand that the best products were those that numbed. In a way, all drug barons are anesthetists, freelancers in the pain management industry. Crack I could
understand. Alcohol even more so. But this stuff… this was something else entirely. I made a note to think about this more intelligently when my head eventually cleared.
For now, I could still feel his breath on me. I could still feel his cum inside me, wet and secret.
“Still, I didn’t think you’d go for it. You do seem kind of straight laced,” I said, trying to lighten the mood as we walked out.
He shrugged again.
“I have no moral objections, Evie, just aesthetic ones.”
“Deep,” I said, but instantly regretted how much of a bitch I must have sounded.
He laughed.
We felt like two college kids, sneaking around trying naughty substances and fucking in the shadows, feeling like such badasses.
“So, what’s a covert philosopher like you doing in a dump like this?” I asked. I suddenly felt very eloquent, like I was stumbling upon whole sentences already formed, and didn’t have to think of anything before I spoke out loud.
“Good question,” he said.
He still seemed a little shaken. It felt like almost a universe away, the fact that only a few moments prior I had been riding him in the dark, coming hard all over his cock while on that strange illegal powder that, for all I knew, only a handful of people in this country had even tried.
We left quickly, silently, the only difference now being the literal bag of strangeness between us on the car seat. We didn’t speak all the way back to my apartment, coming down slowly, forgetting the weird little rip in time we had found in that container and shared together.
I was long past the age where an experience like that would have me falling hard for a guy I barely knew. In any case, getting too attached to him would make what I was about to do even harder. So I tried to just focus on the road. Tried to forget about the bizarre encounter we had just shared.
We pulled up to my place and he turned off the ignition and sat motionless in the seat, looking lost in thought.
“Want to come inside?” I said. “I know it’s late, but…”
He pulled the keys out of the ignition.
I could fuck him again. Of course I could. When he lifted his dark eyes to mine and looked me over, I knew he was thinking the same thing. We walked inside; I flicked on the lights and unzipped my boots, flinging them to the side.
“Where do you even see any of this going, huh, Mr. Jack Holmes?” I said as I scratched around in the cupboard for something to drink.
“Um… hey, not to be rude but what happened back there was just, just--”
“Relax,” I said, and plonked down a glass of whiskey in front of him. “I meant in the organization. Do you plan on being a hired killer all your life? Is there an end game?”
He exhaled and flopped onto the sofa. He looked a little different somehow. Like something in his expression had been loosened. Or maybe it was all in my head.
“We’ll see,” he said and took a too-big sip, scrunched up his nose, peered into his glass and took another one.
“We’ll see? We’ll see? Not the kind of work you just drift into, though, right?”
He swirled the golden liquid in his glass. It seemed surreal that just a moment ago I had really seen into him, right into the nuts and bolts of his soul, and now he was just solid again. Just a man, made of regular flesh and blood. Good looking flesh and blood, sure, but damn did he ever say anything interesting?
“I’m good at it, and it pays well. The less I think about it, the better.”
“So you just do whatever you’re told and you’re satisfied with that? Do you see yourself, I don’t know, moving up one day?”
He flashed me a confused expression.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was a job interview,” he said, and downed the rest of his whiskey.
“It’s not.”
Then, easy as you please, I peeled off my tights, took off my top, and wriggled out of my panties. With a dazed, faraway look on his face, he watched me, but said nothing. I came over to him, took the glass from his hands and set it aside. Then I spread my legs, lowered myself down on top of him, our eyes still locked together, and carefully unzipped him. His cock sprung out easily. He still smelt of sex. Slowly, I spread the silky folds of my body apart and glided my way down onto him again. I was still warm, still slick from the time before. His body immediately sprang to attention again. I lowered down onto the heft of his cock, one inch at a time, and slowly breathed out, watching his jaw tighten and his hands clutch at the sofa beneath him. Surprisingly, I realized I was sore. He must have been quite rough with me.
Little splinters of the chemical memory of that drug reawakened in me and soon I felt some echo of it in my body. Fucking him felt so easy, so delicious. I bounced quickly on his lap, swirling my hips around the base of him and propping myself up on his broad shoulders. He lay back and enjoyed me, and I watched as little ripples of pleasure flitted on his face.
It was a quick, intense, juicy fuck. The kind of thing animals do in the forest. Secret sex. Quiet sex. We came together hard, in silence, my body tightening around him as we both spasmed. He groaned. I collapsed down onto him, his dick still all the way in me. He was hot. He fucked like a champ. But it was a pity he wasn’t more interesting.
Mother nature, being a shrewd woman like myself, made it so that men fall asleep after sex, and a good thing she did. I peeled myself off of him when I noticed he had passed out and was snoring gently. I smiled down at him. Nice sized cock. Sexy little tats all over his bicep. Pity that was all there was to him.
I went to my room, put on a robe and then got to work framing him. I noiselessly took the bags into the kitchen, slit them open, and emptied everything out into a giant pink melamine salad bowl. Hands working quickly, I pulled out a container of crushed white powder and dumped this inside, then found a big serving spoon to mix it all together. Satisfied everything was thoroughly combined, I went to the pantry and pulled out a box of thin plastic wrappers. Using a funnel, I poured the powder into these bags, discarded the old torn bags and sealed everything back up again, replacing the whole lot back into the main bag and returning it to the place at the entrance hall he had left it.
I looked at him. Still sleeping. The sight made me smile a little. His soft cock rested on his leg and his trousers lay in a bunch, still on the floor. His head tilted to the side as he slept.
“Wakey wakey. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here,” I said laughing and went to shake him awake. The eyes he opened and lifted to me were unguarded for a second, confused, soft. But he soon gathered himself.
“Shit, yeah. Sorry, did I fall asleep? I’ll just be going,” he said and hastily stood and started dressing himself.
It had been a strange night, I’d give him that.
I put out my hand to stop him before he raced out.
“Hey, don’t sweat it. You’ve done well. Your hard work won’t go unnoticed, trust me. In this organization, that kind of thing is always rewarded.” I didn’t want to promise him any kind of promotion outright. But it seemed prudent to at least throw down a few crumbs to that effect.
I watched as he swooped up the bag, tucked it under his shoulder and left. His headlights projected triangle shards of yellow on the wall and ceilings as he drove off, and just like that he was gone and I was alone again. I felt exhausted. But I stood motionless in my sitting room for a second, taking it all in. The hardest step had been done. From here on out, it was Jack who would take the tainted “Pink Kisses” right to where it needed to go.
It was unlike anything the organization had pushed before. All the reports of its superpowers – turns out they were true. It really did give you this otherworldly sense that you could be smack bang in the mind of someone else. It really did help you soar into realms above and beyond simple euphoria. It flew you straight up into some other, new state of mind that it was difficult to even think about now that we had come off our mini-trip.
But, alas, it was also a potent neurotoxin when mixed wit
h any SSRI. The mix I had handed over to Jack tonight would severely fuck up anyone who took it, but more importantly, I knew for a fact that it would deliver a death-blow to just the person I was ready to have removed from my life once and for all. And Jack would take the fall for it.
Now, all I had to do… was to wait.
Chapter 4 - Joseph
I don’t like the way things are going with that crowd,” he said. “I want you to get JJ to step in and take care of the Albanians. We need someone over there who can keep his mouth shut.”
“You trust JJ?”
“I trust him to do that.”
I nodded.
In the wild, everybody knows that the weak overpower the strong, the son overpowers the father and the spoils go to whoever has the balls to fight for it. I don’t know, maybe humans are squeamish or something, but they all like to pretend that this doesn’t apply to us for some reason. That we’re more civilized than that. More progressive. Fuck that noise. My time had come and if I had to forcefully shake off the old to bring in the new, so be it.
I always hated this place. Dingy as fuck. Dirty. Just …a mess. My father had enough money to put everyone up in real hotels, real conference rooms, proper establishments. He could have taken proper care of my mother, too, and he could have shown his cronies some real love and, I don’t know, bought a new fucking pair of pants once in a while. But no. My dad was a miser. Always had been good at the old Scrooge McDuck spiel. Whatever.
In the wild, the real alphas know that it’s not enough to have power – you have to show it, too. Since High School and the first days I started learning about this business, he had tried to drill it into me: Lay low. Think carefully. Plan your moves. But he was too old to admit that the times were a-changin’ and that if he were so intent on staying in the shadows, one day he’d get stuck there and people would overlook him for a leader who actually acted like one.