“It isn’t named and is in trouble with the city. Enjoy the food and the Spanish and the ambiance. It won’t be open for long. My mother ate here when she was a child. When I can I come for the tamales. That, my friend is today.”
“I’m sorry about this beast I’m driving.”
“It’s larger than the house I live in. It may come in handy after the apocalypse or if ISIS hits the circle with a bomb. You and I and twenty others can stake a tarp to its side and make it our home on the prairie.”
“I think it comes with that arrangement. I believe the tarp is included. I’ll have to take a gander at the manual.”
“Aeric Copeland just said the word gander.”
“I’m pleased to be becoming a Texan. Fixin’ and yonder and till, I’m adding to my vocabulary.”
“They fit you well.”
Naomi looked stunning in the heat. She had on a sleeveless, black, short sundress with a pair of cowboy boots. When I picked her up to go visit her mother she said she’d threatened to wear a hat, but wanted to gather her hair. It was long and luxurious and there were purple streaks in it, ever slight, but they were there. They accented her genuine perfection.
“After you,” I said to her.
By the time we were parked she’d leapt from the vehicle and was waiting by the door for me.
“I would’ve gotten your door Naomi.”
“My arms work.”
Inside there were fly strips and ten card tables with cheap plastic covers red checkered. A beer sign tried to blink. On the wall was the menu completely in Spanish and Naomi was already chatting. She was bilingual, known and respected. The four old men who sat around drinking beer said “Naomi” and began with their questions. She answered them each in turn. I surmised their inquiries had to do with her mother when they crossed and blessed themselves. She was gentle, patient and kind. As I watched her speak the owner of the place, an old lady with her helper daughter, stood behind me and commented on my height. I knew ten of the words and I counted them in my head, realizing that if I were to remain in Texas their first language was English and Spanish. My father was an ass on the subject of language and always said to his political friends: “if those motherfuckers are going to live in this country, then goddamn them they should learn English.” As for myself, I used to be like that, but why not learn another language? If you do are you really regressing? Tumbling into a dungeon of ignorance? The world should be a place where we help another up. And once even, continue to climb. Not everybody wants a free ride. The majority, absolutely, does not. I stopped thinking as she came to me.
“Your choices are tamales, tequila and beer. Or tamales and beer and tequila. She’s nearly sold out of each.”
“She only has that? Sorry, that’s a stupid fucking thing to ask?”
“They’re day to day with the health department. Enjoy this while you can.”
We sat at a table and had a couple of shots and I bought two more for the room. I had Naomi ask the owner and the patrons not to speak a word of English. They were pleased to oblige a northwesterner. We had cold beer and a plate of tamales with an exceptional lime flavored soup. Sliced avocado came with it. I dipped handmade tortillas into the broth and they melted like sugar in my mouth. The slanting sunlight lit Naomi’s eyes as she spoke about working at The Comfort. She talked for an hour and her handle on their tongue was as adept as mine with English. When we stood to leave I asked for the bill and the matronly owner replied that the food was “on the house. Just pay for the drinks and you’re good.”
“Naomi, do this for me.”
“Do what? What can I do?”
From my pocket I extended the roll of hundred dollar bills the dentist’s wife had used to bribe me.
“Aeric, that’s a lot of money.”
“It might give them a couple more months. Maybe get an attorney or something. Could be a start to come up to code. This place is important to you and them. I want to help. Make her take it.”
“I’ll have to go in the back and explain it.”
“Go ahead. I’ll wait outside.”
“This is shockingly and lovingly generous.”
“And it’s also another way to tell my father to go fuck himself. He would crush the building and pave it.”
She smiled and kissed my cheek.
Naomi
Esmina, while hyperventilating, received the money with awe. Then she cried until she couldn’t. It took me an hour to get away from the restaurant with her thanks and those of her family. When I went outside he was waiting, the big engine of the truck smoothly holding its pace with the compressor for the air barely tinkling. When I climbed inside he said “where to now” and I replied “back towards the circle, but go left instead of right. There’s a cemetery close to the university with some interesting Civil War gravesites. Let’s go have a look.”
“I am a fan of history. Especially that. Our young country is fascinating.”
“Then you, Mr. Copeland, will like what I’ll show you and probably come back for more.”
We pulled into the lot as the sun was descending and I had him park and wait. There were a couple of students looking at the graves and especially the one he should see. We never made it out of the truck. It was me, yes me, that mauled him. I came to my knees in the passenger’s seat and draped my body over his, hard kissing, mouth kissing with my fingers in his hair and though surprised he accepted my passion.
“Aeric, I want you inside me.” Part of this was because I needed to see him with me. Know what he felt like. Get the images of him with other women out of my mind. I hated thinking of him with others. Again with my ridiculousness. I’d never known a man like Aeric. It was hard to accept.
“In the graveyard? Here in public?”
“If you don’t want a woman to attack your beautiful body, then you shouldn’t offer tips of three thousand dollars to my mother’s first employers. That will get you assaulted. Let’s get in the back. Okay?”
“Ah, okay…I thought…”
“This is no time to think. I’d like you to climb in the back.”
We wrestled through the seats to the rear of the tank and it was the same as making love in a bed. He’s tall, I’m tall, and we required ample space and we had it in abundance on the seat.
“You sit up,” I said. “Okay?”
“I’ll sit up,” he responded.
I yanked off my panties and then they disappeared as I bit on his lips and mouth. I was incandescing, burning to pieces and his generosity had lit the smolder. I’d never done this before. Never leaned in the direction of harassment. When I straddled his lap I reached down for his penis and the organ was tremendous and erect. He said “it might not fit” and I replied “we’ll wedge it. Be gentle with me. I’m tight.”
“You lead. I’ll be still. I weigh two hundred and thirty pounds.”
Why did Aeric telling me his weight make me rip the buttons from his shirt? Drag claw marks down his chest? No time to think about that. I grabbed his stiffness in my palm and rubbed down the shaft and could feel he was already leaking. We are protected, there will be no babies. I am religious about my personal check up’s.
“I’m putting you inside me now.”
“God, don’t tell me Naomi. I’ll unload like a geyser from your voice.”
The head went in and I was so wet it was half inside my body when the plunge was arrested by my hips. Waiting, I let it adjust. I thought my vagina might have a stroke with the length and width of his penis. I think it did, but kept it a secret.
“Naomi, go slow, I’ve never been this aroused…”
“It’s huge. I’m afraid it might shoot from my ear or take my head off whenever it erupts.”
We laughed as I inched to the head. I had a tiny orgasm and then three more and after that I took it completely. I wanted to pound down on it, but the strength in my legs was gone. It fit me perfect and I fit him. It was mutual, symbiotic, the muscles of his shoulders like pillars I could press to work i
t. I sunk it deep and then jostled a little. It built and as it built it became a tidal wave that threatened to take me over, the shudder coming from inside and tingling through my frame as I pleaded with Aeric to fill me. To soak my insides with every ounce he could give. To blow me through the roof if needed.
“Naomi, don’t do that! Don’t wiggle that way! I can’t hold it!”
I wiggled that way, then did it again, and he gasped and pulled me closer. This was “it,” that “it” I’d always wanted to experience, and when it came I nearly passed out, the orgasm culminating with Aeric’s own and we screamed and said “please don’t stop!” speaking in unison like rehearsing for a play with his seed exploding inside me. I buckled over his body and then he turned me over and lifted the bottom of my dress. Ever hardening again he thrust in behind me and said “tell me if I hurt you, please tell me! Naomi, say that you’ll tell!”
“I will! Come inside me again! Go hard! I’ll hold onto the seat!”
Aeric pounded my guts, pulled gently on my hair, and the sound of my ass against his crotch was enough to make me come twice more.
“Now you! Now you!” I screamed.
He drew his hardness from my womb, held it on my anus, and covered my ass with his sperm.
The students had left the grave.
Aeric
Into the fall and towards Christmas and The Comfort stays booked. I almost had to close my office. I kept it vacant because I had to. There were plenty of apartments and houses in the area but it was best to stay around the business. Vishy’s complex had several available, but I didn’t need to live near Vishy. She knew that Naomi and I were together but being Vishy, she didn’t care. She was voracious when it came to sex. Vishy wouldn’t take no for an answer. I admitted to Naomi what the two of us had done and the freakishness of the acts alarmed her. She asked questions about how either one knew to do that and I responded that “when two people sought pleasure and they also sought to punish, the lewder the act, the better.”
“But doesn’t it hurt?” she asked.
We were in the office after her shift discussing what Vishy had done with me and how far we’d gone together. I was in Vishy’s seat and Naomi was standing and the questions were rapid and alarming. She wasn’t jealous. Naomi was intrigued. Or at least I hoped that was it.
“So you can put the length of that thing in your pants in her butt and she doesn’t flinch?”
“She does not. And often prefers it.”
“And every single time you’ve been with that woman you had to put it in…”
“…her mouth and pussy and ass. She likes it that way. Demands it. Are you sure you want to discuss this?”
“I do. I’m not jealous. I’m curious. So she can…”
“…bounce on it squatting and standing. Bend over and take it direct. This is really making me uncomfortable.”
“You can sit and make your penis erect and she can put it entirely in her ass?”
“Yes, yes, Jesus. Good Lord…is there any more interest in Vishy?”
“So when it’s in her butt does she grunt and moan? There’s no clitoris inside of a butthole. How the hell does she entertain herself?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Of course, That’s why I’m asking. This is great! I’m learning so much!”
“Why Naomi, I finger fuck myself! That or I shove in a dildo!”
When Vishy stepped from the back I didn’t know she was here and that the entire time she’d been listening. She was filing some taxes, moving money around and doing what I paid her to do. What my father paid her to do. She was the best at the task, anyone she attempted, and there’d already been inquiries. A private school ask her to teach Latin. They found her degrees on her webpage and researched if they were legitimate. They wanted her from ten in the morning to just after lunch weekdays. I told her she could take it and then realized that the underage class of girls and boys might become a thing to corrupt. I asked her about it and she curtly responded that she “didn’t fuck underage children. Like you, Aeric, with HER. Anyway, I checked with your daddy. I can do what the fuck I like. But I won’t, rote learning isn’t popular with millennials, and I fear no one would pass. These little shits receive participation trophy’s. What the fuck could you expect in the classroom? Not a goddamned thing is the answer. Latin takes discipline and time.”
Now she was in the room with Naomi and I, delighted that Naomi was asking.
“Ask me directly Naomi. I’ve fucked Aeric in every position. We’ve had piles of sex, double and triple teams, and I think there was even a goat. Aeric, did you fuck a goat? Is that in your Book of Fuck?”
“Enough Vishy. She was only curious. There’s no need to make it something else.”
“It is fucking something else!”
Vishy threw a folder on the ground, crushing and popping her knuckles. When she raised her arms she had a gun on her side and I demanded she tell me why.
“Vishy, what the fuck is that?”
“Aeric, it’s a goddamned pistol. A revolver. It has six shots.”
“Why do you have a gun?”
“We’re in Texas. Everyone has a gun.”
“How the hell did you purchase a weapon?”
“Not through the regular channels. Actually, if you must know, I went to this biker assembly and they were really fucking horny. I put on a show and it was their gift. I think I scared them a little.”
“Vishy, give me the gun. If a customer sees that…”
She had it out and in my face and then the face of Naomi, back and forth and back and forth. Three clicks for me and three for Naomi. I knew we were both in trouble. I reacted and tried to defuse her.
“Vishy, please, calm down.”
She placed it in her holster and smiled at me and then said what I needed to hear. I knew it was the truth and I knew that she was doing it. Vaguely, but Vishy confirmed it.
“Aeric, I’m here to work for your father and to make sure you don’t fuck it up.”
Naomi looked at me as I stared at Vishy and I had to be humble and honest: “Vishy, that’s not me anymore. I’m different. I have changed.”
“There’s only one fucking Aeric Copeland! You can’t parcel yourself into sections!”
Naomi
Vishy really scares me. Following the episode in the office Aeric said to avoid confronting Vishy. Her wrath was specific and nasty. As efficient as a surgeon with a scalpel. I kept myself and my staff away from her and let the office remain her domain. I moved our supplies, with Aeric’s permission, into room thirteen in the corner. When it got crowded he stayed with me. I asked him to leave his car at The Comfort if he wanted to spend the night. He could walk to my house after dark. Though in the west, Waco is the south, and my neighbors are religiously nosey. I’d rather avoid all that.
When it happened I wasn’t prepared. And then it did and I’ll never recover.
It was a Wednesday and it was storming. I was cleaning twenty-three. The door was open and the rain was pouring, though the walkway blocked its entry. I was wrapping the commode with the paper seal when the door slammed shut behind me.
“Naomi, dear, are you here?”
Vishy turned and locked it in one swift motion and then gave me her dire attention. There was something wrong with her eyes. She had on tights and a tank top, minus a bra, and she wasn’t wearing shoes. Vishy was soaking wet. Her lip was cut and bleeding.
“Vishy, who did this to you?”
“You fucking did this to me. And now it’s time for you.”
“I don’t understand. Vishy?”
“You little fucking cunt ass bitch! The Copleand men are mine! My exclusive fucking estate! Goddamn you, they’re my property!”
“I…can’t…don’t understand. Vishy, explain this to me? I never meant to be any trouble.”
“Well you are! Yes, you are!”
Vishy then peeled her clothes from her body. Stood naked and muscular before me. Her pupils were dilated
to the size of large marbles and she was heaving to be unleashed, nothing there holding her back. She was deciding how to proceed. What to do in that moment between us.
“Vishy, I’ll go, I’ll leave.”
“You’re staying right where you are. I’m going to tear you limb from limb.”
I came from the bathroom to plan some defense though anything I did was futile. She was long, lean, flesh welded to muscle, smart and strong and angry. And Vishy wanted to hurt me.
“Come here! Get down on your knees! Put your fucking face in my crotch!”
I wouldn’t do what she said and then she was on me, standing rigid before catapulting. Her first punch hit my jaw, the left hook landing, and the wall caught my stumble. I knew I couldn’t go down. There was nowhere to proceed but forward. And so I did, leading with a chair. I didn’t have it, then I did, and what followed was its breaking, over Vishy’s shoulder and side. It split to pieces, fragmenting, and the woman didn’t budge and I thought now, I’m finished. That was all she needed to kill me.
“Nice shot. Good idea. You want to use the other?”
Vishy let me pick it up. Turned her back and said “your choice.”
When it broke across the muscle of her lower back it pieced like a chair in a movie.
“You should’ve gone for my brain.”
I replied “Vishy, please stop.”
“Fuck you. You’re a lick ahead.”
She grabbed me by the hair, grappled me to the floor and made me kiss her bloody mouth. This was horror from a different dimension. I was drug onto the bed, Vishy mounting my stomach, before the pistol appeared from where? She rammed it in my mouth then removed it. I could see the shell in the chamber. I knew how I was leaving this earth.
“You’re going to do what I say.”
She scooted onto my breasts with her vagina in my face and her sweat was running in rivulets. Streaking down her frame like melting ice and I had no idea what to do. Her rippling flesh seemed to grow in size as she positioned her body to hold me.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make you eat it. I want you to see what a woman’s looks like. That pussy you’re viewing is experienced. The Copeland men want that, not you. He’ll bang you for a while, fuck the other maids, and then he’ll be gone in the mist. His daddy moves him around. I frequently trail young Aeric. Whether he knows I’m there or not.”
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