Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  The next morning I walked into the visitation room with a huge grin on my face. “What's that about?” Landon asked. Carter elbowed him then glared at the guard.

  “Out,” I pointed at the door. He left without arguing.

  “What'd you do?” Carter asked.

  “You'll be out of here in less than five hours.”

  “Wha-a-at?” Landon was shocked. Carter was just nodding with satisfaction.

  “Told you,” he said to Landon.

  “How did you do it?” Landon asked.

  “Don't worry about it. You're not home free yet though. The judge won't let you out without ankle bracelets. You'll be on full house arrest. You won't be able to leave for anything.”

  “Do you deliver?” Carter sucked in air sharply through his teeth and leaned back with his arms behind his head. Landon laughed and shook his head.

  I leaned in. “You two know why I accepted this case, right?”

  “That old lady made sure we knew.” Landon said.

  “How are you going to get me the cash? You're not doing another job, are you?”

  “Don't worry about it.” Carter said.

  “I am worried about it. My record is on the line here. Taking a losing case could destroy my standing. If I'm gonna work for you guys, I need to know that I'm going to get the money.” I couldn't believe what I was saying. These men could probably crush my skull with their bare hands, and I was chewing them out.

  They were completely undaunted. “How do we know you're gonna help us? You really don't care what we did?” Carter asked.

  “Come on. I'm a defense lawyer.”

  He shrugged. “That don't mean nothing.”

  “Last year I got this woman off for murder. She did it. She was some freaky ex-girlfriend that got jealous of her ex. She shot the man right in the face and ran off and buried her gun a foot off her property. The cops found it, but the warrant only applied to her property so they couldn't admit the evidence. They had a picture too, but it was grainy, and you couldn't see the face clearly so I told the jury it could be anybody and they bought it. That's just one of many.”

  Carter looked to Landon. “It's cool, bro.”

  “Alright,” Carter leaned in, “come up to house around midnight.”

  “What?”

  “You wanna see how we make money, don't you?” He asked.

  I felt like I was caged with two lions. Carter was circling in, eyeing me like I was a piece of meat while Landon stared me down practically licking my lips.

  “You coming?” Landon asked.

  I was overwhelmed, drowning in the intensity, just begging for air and there was no way out. They'd already pulled me in and there was no fighting it.

  “Yeah, he's coming.” Carter said.

  Chapter 4

  I had no idea what the Ramos brothers wanted from me. I had gone through every scenario possible, each one worse than the last. By the time I got home I was convinced that I'd be chopped into little pieces and sold at some meat market in the third world. I was not going, so I plopped down on the couch with my favorite house lo mein and turned on a movie. That was at half past seven.

  By the time eight o'clock rolled around, I was already pulling my clothes out of the closet, ready to jump out of my skin. It was decided. I was going to meet a pair of felons at midnight, and I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

  I couldn't help myself. I laid down, closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down, but I just kept coming back to Carter with his arms so thick they looked like they could crush my skull, and his chest pressed up against his shirt. I was lost in it, drinking in every second of our time together, desperate to pull myself away. They had me.

  At half past eleven, I was ready with my baby blue button up and black slacks, and my blond hair finely tuned to a point. This was a business meeting, I told myself. There was nothing social about it.

  When I pulled up to their street it was covered in cars. I had to park more than half a block away just to find a space. It was a nice neighborhood, better than mine with tailored lawns and manicured hedges. It was the kind of place you'd expect to find college graduates and retired seniors, not a pair of thugged out Chicanos covered in tattoos.

  I could hear the music all the way from my car. It was a club beat, something you could really move to with bass so strong that I could feel it underneath my feet, blasting the sidewalk like some infectious disease spreading through the air.

  The house was huge, a two story that looked like something out of an English village with a cobblestone facade and 19th century style lanterns out front. It felt unnatural walking up, listening to the sounds of the partiers laughing inside.

  I knocked on the door and tried to steady my trembling hands. Nobody answered, and the music was so loud that they couldn't possibly hear anything, so I just walked right in. A pair of thugs were sitting on the couch, drenched in weed smoke, their eyes drooping while their girlfriends danced next to the stereo.

  There were people everywhere, thugs, frat boys, all of them in different stages of inebriation. It seemed like the longer they were there the higher they were. I walked through the crowd, completely out of place in my business suit, and into the kitchen where a trio of topless girls were standing around the counter. One came up, her eyes glazed over. “Mmm, you're hot. What's your name?”

  “Uh, excuse me.” I walked past her while her girlfriends took lines of blow off the counter. The dining room was a makeshift club with plush white chairs lining the walls and a stripper pole where the table should've been. When I walked in, a tall brunette ran up to the pole, hopped on and slid down it wearing nothing but a thin, bright green g-string.

  Landon and carter weren't in there, so I squeezed through to the back of the hall where a sliver of light was hanging on the wall behind. This was the men's room, decked out with red velvet curtains and a white sectional where Landon was sitting bobbing head to the music with his arm around a naked Latina.

  “Hey, come sit down.” He patted the seat beside him.

  “Did you forget I was coming?” I stood standing where I was with my arms folded. This was supposed to be a business meeting.

  “Come on now. Don't be like that. Have a drink.” He pointed towards the bar in the corner.

  “I'm OK.”

  “Hey, que paso,” Carter's arm around my shoulder was like a block of ice, cold fire traveling down my chest, sending rippling shivers that spread throughout my, my arms, my neck, even my feet.

  “He won't drink.” Landon announced.

  “Oh, no. You gonna be here you're gonna have to drink.” He pulled me in a little tighter, and his cologne, like gold and diamonds wafted off him. Then he walked up to the bar. “You want a tequila? Got some Padron.” He lifted up the bottle, bobbing his head up and down with his eyes drooping in a euphoric trance.

  “One shot,” I conceded.

  “Oh-ho-ho,” Landon laughed, “he said one.”

  “One it is.” Carter filled up a glass halfway full. “Be a man,” his eyes kept falling in all the wrong places, and Landon, he was just as eager.

  I took the glass, and held my nose. The stuff smelled like vomit. I wasn't sure I could do it. “Really?”

  “Hey, you want that money, don't you?” Carter was smooth as light chocolate right by my side. He dipped his head in and said, “You know you want it.”

  I had the glass pressed against my lips before I knew what I was doing. I took the whole thing in one gulp, and nearly brought it right back up, but when it did finally settle, I was fine. There was a warm cloud hovering over me, falling softly until I was completely covered in it, and my head was spinning.

  “Sit down.” Landon said. When I did, Carter sat down next to me, so close I could feel the heat coming off him. I was stuck between two flames, each licking away at me with their cold eyes.

  “Mira,” Carter leaned in to whisper, “you party with us tonight, we'll pay you upfront. Double.” That last word struck me hard. />
  “What?”

  “We got it.” Landon was close now too.

  “Prove it,” I said.

  “You wanna see?” Carter asked. I nodded my head. “Oh, bro, he wants to see.”

  “Come on.” Landon got up and Carter offered me his hand, so they could lead me upstairs.

  Chapter 5

  There was nobody upstairs. That was their place, where they kept their secrets. That was clear when I saw the steel door at the end of the hall with a security console. Carter walked up to it, typed in an intricate code while Landon crept in closer, blocking the view of anyone ballsy enough to walk up and explore.

  There was the sound of hydraulics, then a click and the door snapped open and we walked in. It was a long rectangular room, part armory with full gun cases, stocked with everything from grenades to fully automatic weapons, things no civilian could buy.

  In the back of the room was a safe taller than I was with a keypad on the front. Carter opened it, and I stood, shocked at the sight of what must've been at least half a million dollars.

  “You don't tell nobody,” Landon came up behind me, a danger and a thrill. “Got that.”

  “Got it.”

  “Good. You want your cash, take it.” He swaggered up and started taking out bills, placing them in one of many black duffel bags on a shelf on the wall.

  “But if you want it,” Carter stepped closer, smiling, even closer now, just about in my face. His hand darted up, clamped my nipple and I let out a sharp exhale, frightened and aroused by the sharp jolt. “You gotta take what we want.”

  “No,” I said.

  “Fine with me.” Landon started putting the bills back into the safe.

  “You don't really want that, though, do you?” Carter's face was so close his lips like ripe fruit, so juicy and soft. It sent my mind flying and my heart thumping.

  “You can't say no. That's the only rule.” Landon stood up to face me, and I knew he wanted one thing.

  “You're gonna do it.” Carter was kneading my shoulders now, pressing deep into the soft spots, easing the tense ones, as he artfully carried out his cunning ploy. “You think he'll do it, bro?”

  “Oh,” Landon was on me now, a firm grip around my waist, “he'll do it.”

  “You want it.” Carter's voice like a scorching wind slammed into my ears, back through to my eardrum where it lingered.

  “Come on,” Landon and Carter both had me in their grip, leading me down the stairs and into room at the end of the hall.

  “Clear out,” Landon said.

  The Latina gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out with her hips swaying to a seductive beat. Then Carter bent under the bar and pulled out a cigar box and what looked like a tiny cylinder. He took a nug of weed that'd been drying on a hook on the wall and placed it inside the cylinder. Then he twisted it back and forth and emptied it into a blunt.

  “You ever smoked, bro?” Landon asked.

  “Of course,” I sat down on the couch, as far away as I could get.

  “Don't be afraid. We don't bite hard.” Carter handed me the blunt and a lighter while Landon began rifling through the cupboard. I was a college boy that took nothing but quick sips of champagne and wine at dinner parties. The idea of sitting down and smoking that thing wasn't just repulsive, it felt wrong. But there I was, holding a lighter and sparking it up with a thick blast of smoke that, as soon as it entered my lips erupted out in a violent explosion.

  “Hahaha,” Carter slapped his knee. “You never smoked before,” his voice started to fade and I began to lose myself in it.

  “No,” my voice sounded like it was far away.

  “Do it again,” Landon pulled out a tiny pill box.

  I shook my head trying to regain my composure, but the world moved with it, and the soft thump of the beat was pulling me down, further into the trance.

  Thump, thump, thump, thump.

  I lifted the blunt, pressed it to my lips, and took a deep hard pull.

  “Hold it in,” Carter said.

  That was impossible. The stuff scratched the back of my throat and flew out of my mouth. I melted into my seat and smiled softly with my head moving up and down, sinking into the music.

  “Here,” Carter pulled out a bag of white powder and used his key ring to dig out a small bump.

  “Is that coke?” I asked, suddenly terrified.

  “Try it. It'll bring you back.” He lifted it up to my nose and I took it hard. Something snapped, like cartilage grinding, and suddenly I was back to reality, experiencing it more full than I ever had. “Jesus,” it flowed down into my mouth numbing my tongue.

  “Ooh, I think he likes it.” Carter sat down, and rested his hand on my leg where the warm pressure stayed even when he pulled away.

  “Yup,” Landon held out the pill box, opened it and said, “You have to take it.”

  “What is it?”

  “Bliss,” Carter's lips grazed my cheek, and the whisper became a soft howl, drawing me deeper into the trance.

  I lifted the blunt and took a quick pull, this time coughing less than before. “I don't know.”

  Carter pulled my chin up, his eyes sparkling in the orange glow of the light above, dancing over his face. “You'll never regret it.”

  Landon handed him the pill and he placed it in my mouth. It was so bitter it burned. “Put it under your tongue, and let it sit there. It'll hit you faster.”

  “And it'll really hit.”

  I waited with my head back, taking pulls off the blunt, while my body sunk deeper into the furniture, fully entranced. I drank in the music, the thump, thump, thump of the bass and the soft melodic harmony of the vocals. Everything was in sync, meant solely to dazzle the mind and awe the senses, pulling me out of my chair. I wanted to dance. There was nothing else to do. My body needed to flow, my hands above my head, my torso rolling as my eyes drooped. I was sweating now, so I unbuttoned my shirt and walked into the crowd with Landon leading the way, and Carter behind me.

  They took me into the dining room, where a strobe was pumping, pounding through me. Each flash another catalyst for movement, a pull drawing me closer as the beat grew stronger. Another bump of coke, a sip of beer.

  “Go up,” Carter pulled on my arm, dragging me closer to the pole. “Dance for us.” Landon and Carter took seats on the couch while I climbed up, my pants already hanging down around my hips. I met their eyes, an act of pure courage and let my hand drift down my body, over my chest and my stomach as my shirt seemed to fall off of its own accord.

  They wanted me. I could see their eye penetrating places their hands should never go. They'd rip my clothes off and tear into me, their cocks pounding through every hole. Suddenly I felt the pressure of my cock getting harder, and my head drifted back.

  I wanted them. I'd wanted them from the moment I met them. I just never realized how much until this moment. It seemed an impossible fantasy, a product of my lunatic state. Then Carter was up there with me, pulling my chin closer. His wet lips, an undeniable blessing, pressing slowly against mine. The fabric of the universe shifted subtly and I was trapped in the spell of the moment, having lost all consciousness and corporeality, drifting through the new dimension, a tapestry woven from enchantment and trance work.

  It was testing the limit's of my bodies ability to create euphoria, with angelic wings drifting softly down my skin, as Carter, the majestic beast, now a penitent in the temple of pleasure, let his hands move down my arm with a bubbling laughter that seemed to drift through the air above me.

  The lights were a glorious spectrum, sainted with halos of deep scarlet, fiery orange and golden yellow, all of the colors that could possibly exist whispering to me, speaking of their mysteries, each a new frontier waiting to be explored if I could only reach out and touch them.

  Landon was standing below, ready to lead me through up the stairs with one hand on his already bulging crotch the other tracing down my back, an electric burst, then a rapturous flow that melded with my
already heightened senses.

  Landon threw me onto the bed, and I knew they were going to devour me, and I couldn't stop them even if I wanted to.

  I could feel everything so succinctly, Carter standing above me, his hand moving over his cock as he teased me with his eyes. He used the other hand to lift my shirt, peeking my desire, revealing soft ridges, a trail of hair just begging to be touched and finally his chest a canvas dedicated to La Virgen de Guadalupe.

  Landon jumped up onto the bed as Carter dipped down, his eyes like stars reaching down to taste my lips, his tongue, a tingling beast roaring into my mouth, over my palette. His hands roamed down my thigh, over my shaft and lightning hit. Every touch was another enchantment. I was no longer myself, or at least the sum of my parts. I was the room, the air and the light. Their bodies were my body.

  Then Landon, with blood lust in his eyes, roared, and I felt it deep, as his teeth like electric wires dug into my throat, the space behind my ears. I accepted it fully, powerless to stop them.

  They were sensuality embodied, with Carter's chest pressing down against mine, moving slowly against it. Flesh melded with flesh, his cock pressed against mine, and I began to learn the true meaning of pleasure. We became one entity being pulled by the same tide. He reached down towards the seam of my pants, his fingers tracing over my chest, bringing to light new pleasure I never thought possible. Then his hand dug deep into my shorts, my first taste of true desire. He grabbed my shaft with his palm slipping up it. An exhilarating rush moved over me, and I cried out, “Dear Jesus.” Streams of light were roaring through me. His hand was moving faster now, a roller coaster of sheer carnal desire as his thumb moved over the head of my dick.

  “You like that?” It wasn't just his voice, it was a thousand voices, and that grin, the embodiment of the satisfaction one lover gets from another.

  Landon was eager to take part in the sacrament. He pushed Carter aside gently, moved his hand up my thigh and took hold of the shaft. Thump, thump, thump. His hand was that bass, digging deep in my center, teasing out the core source of my pleasure as he slid over my cock slowly.