Olivia stared in fascination at the body inside the trunk. She had never seen a dead person before. It was eerie, the stillness of him. And the way the body lay unnaturally crumpled in position in the trunk made it all the more unnerving. She swallowed timidly, but felt the pump of blood in her system pick up. She watched as Victor confidently picked up the man formerly known as Curtis and slung him over his shoulder. He propped the body up in the front driver’s seat of the Mustang.
“Get the gas cans please, Livia. Time to burn this Mother out.”
Olivia hefted out the gas cans they refilled at the gas station on the way back from the clubhouse. She absentmindedly wondered if the lotto tickets she bought in there had won anything. She was having the most absurd life right now. Winning a big jackpot right now would fit right in with that.
They worked together as they poured the gas inside the vehicle. Victor let her have the privilege again of lighting the fire. Mesmerized by the rising flames licking the sky, they both had a moment of silent reflection on the day’s serious events before heading home to Olivia’s for some homemade fried chicken.
Jesse Martinez
They watched and waited for a good 40 minutes before going up to the house and trying the doorbell. From in the van, they couldn’t quite figure out if anyone was home. It was just after 3:30 PM, when most people were still at work. They saw no motion coming from inside the house. No lights turning on and off, no sound emanating from inside the walls. An old blue Buick sedan was parked in the driveway. As the minutes passed by while they staked out the house, Olivia got out of the passenger side and straddled Victor in the driver’s seat.
She leaned the seat back for leverage room. Olivia hiked up her skirt, and then unzipped his jeans. Feeling for him. He was hard, all right, and she was ready for him. Adjusting the crotch of her panties to one side, she manoeuvered his cock to the warm wet heat of her anxious pussy. She moved her hands under his shirt and braced them on top of the smooth bare skin of his steely abs. They had it hot, fast and dirty.
Victor grabbed the sides of her thighs clamped over his on either side as she subtly began rocking her hips. Feeling the inertia of her growing uninhibited lust, his fingers bore into her flesh harder with each enticing tug, pull and caress of her tightening channel. He leaned back into the chair, closed his eyes and moved further into her, feeling the pressure mount in his rod. Right now, he didn’t give one sweet damn at that moment whether anyone could see them. All he craved was release. And currently, he predicted it could be a contender for the intensity record, the way things were building inside him. He couldn’t remember a time when a woman moved on him with such wild abandon, giving in completely to the sensation and shutting the world out completely around her. He had the feeling he was quickly becoming entangled with a severe adrenaline junkie. She was starting to impose her physical demands on him with greater frequency, mostly focused around the morbid events he was involving her in. Olivia gave a sudden jerk back as she pursed her lips together and then let out a choked cry as her body rippled through another climax. Victor felt the intimate squeeze and twist of her over his rod. Not being able to hold back any longer, he came hard and jettisoned several hot loads into the snug bliss of her clenched wet space.
Still no movement in the house. They both walked up and rang the doorbell. No sound. Figuring the doorbell was busted, they knocked. Nothing. They knocked again. Victor tried the door. Locked. He got out a couple of tools from his back pocket and clicked the lock open. Quietly opening the door, they listened inside. It was silent, except for a low drone of what sounded like a radio or television. It was coming from upstairs.
Victor noiselessly crept up the steps, with Olivia shadowing behind him, her hands lightly touching and pulling on the shirt she untucked from his pants for security when they were in the van. They tiptoed around the upstairs of the house. Cautiously looking around, they scanned the Master bedroom. Empty. The radio sounded like it was coming from the Master bathroom. They walked towards it in hushed nervous silence. Victor knelt down and pulled out a small handgun strapped to his ankle, and pushed open the door to the bathroom. Olivia’s voice sucked and stopped in her throat as she uttered a small shriek of horror. Lying naked and cold in the half-filled tub was their next intended victim. His head was lolled back at an unnatural angle, the face grey, still and frozen. His dead eyes faced them in the doorway, looking at nothing. His left arm was extended on the frame of the tub, with the tourniquet still in place. She observed an empty syringe that had dropped to the ceramic tile of the floor. Victor shut off the radio that was sitting on the bathroom counter.
“Looks like this guy went ahead and did the job for us. I always knew Jesse was into the shit. Never a good idea to use yourself as a regular tester for what you are trying to sell. Hard to keep it together once you start using what you deal.”
“How long do you think he’s been like this?” she asked.
Victor went up and touched his skin. He picked an arm up and let it fall again back on the lip of the tub. “At least several hours. He’s cold.”
He shrugged. “Hey, wanna do something?” He figured he could use the time he was planning to take care of the guy to do something else instead.
Olivia let a wicked smile escape through to the surface of the calm horror she displayed before. “What do you have in mind?” she asked. She already knew the answer.
“Round Two. Fuck!!” he replied, parodying his favorite video game. “But first, let’s make sure the place is empty before we start.”
They split up and quietly had a look around. The place was indeed empty. They met back upstairs in the Master Suite. Victor already was sliding the shirt off his body, waiting for Olivia to come back to him.
Olivia said, “Looks like we have the place to ourselves. But really Vicky, could you maybe close the door to the bathroom? I don’t want it open. It doesn’t matter if he’s dead. I can’t do it with those awful eyes looking out at us. It grosses me out.”
“Sure thing, hon. I can see how that could dampen a girl’s vibe. But only if you can agree on one thing. Never call me Vicky in front of the guys.”
“Ok, sorry. Will do.”
Olivia stripped down her skirt and shimmied her panties off her body. She pulled the blouse over her head and let it drop on top of the growing pile of her clothes on the ground. She walked towards him, unsnapping her bra in the front as she glided to him. Her hands rested on the hem of his jeans. He playfully pushed her back onto the bed.
Victor stood in front of her laying on the bed. “Want to do something different?”
She turned and lay on her side to face him, with her hand propping her head up by the ear. “Sure. What do you mean by different?”
“Rear entry.”
She snickered at him. “You mean Slot C?”
“Yeah.”
Laughing some more, and tilting her head back to gaze at him directly, she replied, “You got bored of receiving then, and want to see the other vantage point?”
He gave her a hard stare. He went serious for a minute. “The things you hear about prison, you know, they aren’t always true. It is a terrible place to be, but sometimes, stuff like that gets exaggerated.”
She stifled a chuckle. “Like dropping the soap? How often does that happen?”
Victor sighed. He knew she wasn’t trying to be mean. She was just curious. But her insensitive sense of humor was getting in the way. “I’d rather not talk about that. But know this: You have to be at the top of the food chain there. It’s survival of the fittest, baby. And the ways to get there are not easy. You have to prove yourself.”
“Like how?” she asked, giving him an analytical face in return.
“There are several methods to reaching the ghetto penthouse. Showing them who’s boss is a good way to start.”
She smiled seductively to him and leaned back, raising and tenting a leg in front of her. Letting him see her pussy in full view. Enticing him. “And I suppose that�
�s what you did? Showed them you’re boss?”
“On point, baby.”
Olivia gave him a teasing smile and snickered at him again. “Tell me how.”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you.”
Victor roughly shoved her, sliding her body smoothly into the center of the bed. “Turn around. Face away from me,” he ordered. She sat kneeling on the bed, staring at the wall.
“Support yourself on your hands,” he said.
She obediently got on all fours. Olivia heard the clink of metal as he unbelted his jeans. Victor slid them off his body and caressed the soft rounded cheek of her plump ass.
Victor muttered a low growl under his breath. “Curve appeal,” he rumbled.
His hands continued skimming over the skin that sizzled under his touch. His fingers bit into the tender flesh in her thighs and around the sloping of her hips, in the erotic anticipation of entering her. He bent down and licked the pink rosebud entrance he was about to breach. Olivia sighed at the unexpected blissful sensation it gave her. She shivered at the thought of Victor penetrating her again, and she was eager to experience more with him. But a small uncertain part of her held back a little.
“Wait,” she said.
Victor had stopped massaging her ass with his tongue, and was poised and ready to enter her. He paused, and took a long forced breath out, to stem the burning impatience and need that was commanding his body to pound out her virginity #2 into nothingness. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Is it messy?”
“No, not usually. I think everything will be fine. What does it matter? We’re not doing it on your sheets.”
“If you say so. But, for obvious reasons, I refuse to use the shower next door.” She cocked her head towards the bathroom the dead body was residing in.
“There are others in the house,” Victor observed. “If you aren’t comfortable with this, just let me know. I thought perhaps we could change it up, try something new. Some women really enjoy it.”
Olivia didn’t want to disappoint her man. Despite her initial apprehension, she consented to his request. “No it’s ok. If it makes you happy, I’ll do whatever you like. I just don’t know of anyone personally that has tried it before, that’s all.”
Victor smiled at her naïve concern, and smacked
her lightly on her right ass cheek. “Don’t worry Olive cake, I’ll make sure I’ll take good care of you.”
He started in on her easy, slowly inching his way into her ass. He gasped in pleasure. The extra compression he felt on his cock in this new unbreached area was exhilarating. He gritted his teeth and groaned in an uncontrollable outburst as the euphoria of the sensation hit him like a tidal wave rushing through his body. He heard Olivia cry out and felt a shudder ripple through her body as he sunk into this new untapped region of her body. With the knowledge that she was willing to give up to him anything he wanted, he was so close to coming already. He started pulling in and out of her, feeling her tight bud choke him off and rub smoothly, compacting against the base of his shaft. In a few long drawn-out deliciously indulging thrusts, Victor felt the pressure give in his body as he drained his powerful load into her body. Victor knew that if he were to push for more, he would have to find some way to lubricate her better there. He slowly pulled out of her, savoring the last few seconds of her constricting around him.
“That wasn’t bad,” she confessed, turning to face him. She could still see the heat of his climax on his face. “I kind of liked it. It was…..interesting. Different. Still pretty good.”
Victor wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “Give me a few minutes,” he said as he moved off the bed. “Don’t go anywhere yet. I’m coming back for you.”
He walked over to the washroom and opened the door. He shut it behind him as a courtesy so she wouldn’t have to see the grisly scene inside once more. Victor ignored the corpse like it was generic beige wallpaper. Olivia heard the sound of a tap flowing for five minutes before Victor walked outside again, closing the door behind him.
“Now, where did we leave off? On your back, Missy,” he ordered.
Olivia dutifully assented to his request. She lay on her back, with her legs folded to the side. Victor ran his hands down her thighs to her legs, and parted them. Tenting them up, he moved his head between her legs. Using two fingers to spread her open, he lightly flicked the nub of her clit with his tongue, teasing her to submission. She rolled her head back onto the mattress while Victor continued tapping her aroused nib using the blunt tip of his tongue with greater frequency. She sighed and groaned, tilting her hips into him, letting his thick fingers slide into her, testing her arousal. She moved her body into him, grinding his fingers into her pelvic bone as he reached in and curled his fingers into her g-spot. Olivia let out a senseless sound of urgency as she jerked her hips in sharp determined motions, feeling his rough fingers charge their way into the soft pliant areas that yielded so completely to him. Victor sensed the juiced running out of her and trailing down his wrist as he continued pressing down into her silky erogenous zone. Olivia jolted her hips as Victor covered her entire clit with his mouth and began sucking down hard onto her, still prodding her with his tongue. She squealed, clenched and jerked her body with one last hike of her pelvis before Victor felt the sharp jab of her close around his fingers and the involuntary tremors rippling through the smooth walls of her channel. Her hips hung in the air as the orgasm ran its course though her system. With a satisfied groan, she let her lower half fall down in a heap and relaxed. An electric hum of contented gratification ran through her for a few lingering blissful minutes.
“That was awesome,” she said simply.
“Good,” Victor replied. “I hope that keeps you smug as a bug for now. But we better leave before someone realizes this guy isn’t answering his calls and comes over to check on him. This guy uses big, therefore he probably deals big. Someone will be asking around for him sooner rather than later. Let’s pick up and pull out. I’ll buy lunch. How about Esmerelda’s?”
Olivia thought of the upscale Mexican place he mentioned. Sure, quesadillas by candlelight sounded romantic enough.
“Oooh, it’s a date,” she laughed.
Terry Hawkins
“That’s my brother there.”
She stared into the screen. In it were two men, sitting at what looked like an outdoor patio, with a pitcher and a couple of pints in front of them. They were in sunglasses, embracing each other and smiling in a semi-hug around the shoulders. “I can’t believe I haven’t seen what he looks like until now. You both look so happy. I see a lot of love in this pic.”
Victor and Olivia were in the van, waiting for their latest mark. They woke up early, before five in the morning, to drive to the next address. Hot coffee sat steaming between them as they watched for their next hit. Victor knew he needed to be alert and quick at the ready for this service call. So to distract his girlfriend from her seemingly endless epinephrine induced libido, he pulled out his phone to show her some highlights from his misspent youth.
“Yeah, Troy was the best of my family. We took care of each other growing up. Life can be real shitty at times.”
Olivia replied softly, empathically, “What happened to you? When you were kids?”
“Well, my dad liked the bottle. More than his family, anyway. And when he was really in it, you had to get out of the way. He got angry. And my mom, well….”
Victor paused, gathering momentum to continue. Olivia knew he was having a hard time recalling the painful memories of his past. She waited for him to go on.
His voice hardened with anger. “My mom one day had enough. She ran out one day with someone else, leaving the both of us with this fucker of a father. And I never saw her since.”
Olivia placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Rubbing it into him as a show of sympathy and support.
Victor’s attitude suddenly softened as he told her the rest. “They found my dad a few weeks later. Alcohol poisonin
g, obviously. He couldn’t hack raising two teenage boys that were just as angry as him by himself. Rick took over for a while. Took us in when we didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
Victor scrolled through several pictures of himself with his brother and Rick. On their bikes, at a football game, drinking together. One new happy family.
She smiled as she scanned through pictures of his past. As a teen, he looked so young, but mostly with a grave and serious tone to his appearance. He was just starting to develop the bulked muscle mass that lit her on fire every time she saw him unconsciously flex. She thought his brother Troy looked similar to him in some areas, especially around the eyes. The color was the same and the hue of their hair matched exactly. But the shape of the head was much different. The bone structure on his brother’s face was more streamlined and angular compared to Victor’s. She came to the last few photos in his phone album. It was the three of them, all older now. Now men. A woman sat in the middle of the three of them, her right hand firmly enclasped in Rick’s left one.
“This Rick’s girlfriend? Wife?” she asked.
“Carlie? You could call her that. They are common-law now. There in this picture they just started seriously dating each other.”
Olivia jealously looked over her face and figure with some envy. She was stunning. Long flowing blond hair framing a flawless California-babe type face. Large breasts that accentuated a slim athletic tanned body. Dramatically, she gushed, “She’s beautiful.”
Victor gave her a flippant apathetic reply. “Sure she is. But honestly, who gives a shit.”
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