The Devil's Paradise

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by Aiden James


  Everyone else at the table agreed with him, including Deshawn, determined to be less preoccupied. He signaled to their waitress that he would like a beer.

  “Now, that’s more like it,” said Jason. “There’s the Deshawn Wheatley I know!”

  He lifted his half-full beer bottle in salute, and Tracy and Mike joined in, clinking their empty bottles together.

  While Jason and Deshawn enjoyed their burgers, the other two kept them company, though they’d finished eating. Jason ordered another round of beers for everyone else, the likely reason the younger guys were still there. Jason, Tracy, and Mike returned to their boorishly crude conversation. Even so, Deshawn was careful to laugh along with them.

  Once comfortable he’d spent enough time in the pub to remain inconspicuous, he paid for his meal and stood up from the table. Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped, almost causing another waitress to spill her tray. Martisha Jones stood in the doorway to Lucky’s Bar & Grill. Dressed in a tight, strapless red dress, she stared in his direction.

  Based on his previous experiences, he assumed she was looking at someone else nearby. But when he casually glanced around, no one else looked in her direction. When he turned back toward her, she motioned with her index finger for him to come to her.

  “Are you asking me to do this?” he mouthed silently, tapping his hand against his chest.

  “Yes.”

  By this time his companions noticed what was going on, howling in amusement and telling him ‘go get her, boy!’ He turned and hissed for them to quiet down, which only worsened their taunts. Completely unprepared, he straightened his t-shirt and sweats, and then approached the beautiful girl waiting for him by the pub’s entrance.

  “You were talking to me just now, right?” he said, once he reached the entrance.

  “Yes, Deshawn, I was,” she replied softly.

  Although still a fairly popular man on campus, it surprised him that she knew his name. For a moment he didn’t know what else to say, despite envisioning this encounter for much of the past year.

  “I’ve known for a long time that you like me,” she said, making him feel more uncertain. “And, I’ve been attracted to you since I first laid eyes on you last September. I just couldn’t let you know…. I was in a serious relationship with a man back home in New Orleans. That relationship finally ended a few days ago, when I told this man I’d rather spend the summer here. Maybe if you’d known that you are the reason I did this, perhaps you could forgive me for acting so cold and indifferent.”

  Deshawn felt confused by her words. His great Grandma Nanine told him long ago to always trust his gut feelings, which were rarely inaccurate. Until now, he honestly felt Martisha could’ve cared less whether he existed in the same world as she. To hear her tell him this wasn’t the case, and merely a ruse to cover up her secret fascination with him, seemed insincere. If not for his intense desire to know her, to be physically close, he would’ve dissed her like she’d treated him and gone on his way.

  On the verge of tears, Martisha awaited his response.

  “I suppose it’s too late,” she said. “I only wish I had the courage to approach you earlier and tell you how I really felt toward you. If I’d done just that, I’d be the happiest girl alive just to know you cared for me as much as I’ve assumed you did.”

  “I still do,” said Deshawn. “It’s just sort of weird to think that all this time you’ve been thinking of me like I’ve thought of you.”

  Jason, Tracy, and Mike walked up as they conversed near the doorway. Martisha glanced at them when all three patted Deshawn on the shoulder on their way out of Lucky’s Bar & Grill.

  “’See you later, hot-stuff!” Jason called over his shoulder, and the other two behemoths snickered loudly.

  Deshawn could’ve killed them all right then. As unsure as he was in regard to her turnabout behavior, he didn’t want his gym buddy’s comments to affect the outcome of their conversation in any way.

  “Why don’t we take a walk,” she suggested

  “All right.”

  He worried that Jason and the other two might be lingering outside. She offered her hand to him, and he took it, fretting that his nervousness might make his palm sweat.

  They stepped out of Lucky’s and moved down the steps to the sidewalk. They walked along Hyacinth Street toward the main campus. Deshawn suggested they sit and talk awhile in a small park area at the end of the street, but Martisha insisted they continue to walk instead.

  “So, you’re studying to be an archaeologist, I take it.”

  “How’d you know that?”

  “I have my sources,” she told him, giggling a little. “I told you I’ve had my eye on you.”

  “I guess you have,” said Deshawn, finding it harder to keep his eyes off her ample chest so seductively revealed through her dress. “You’re pre-med, right? I imagine you’re done with all the prerequisites, or will you be taking any classes this summer?”

  “So, you have had your eye on me, player!” Her gorgeous smile flashed in obvious delight. “I’m all done until next fall, when I begin my senior course work. That means I’ve got plenty of time to see the sights around here. I’ve also got plenty of time for…love.”

  Taken aback, the way she looked at him just now…. He couldn’t recall a time where he felt this much lust radiating off a female. Trouble was, the same fire threatened to consume him as well. Here they were talking for the first time ever after eyeing each other from afar, and the prospect of sex had already moved from a remote possibility to what likely would follow their stroll through the neighborhood.

  “Don’t you live around here?” she asked, as if reading his mind.

  “Yeah…actually I do.”

  “Where? Hopefully you don’t mind me asking.”

  She continued to surprise him with her forthrightness. Maybe that’s the quality the University wanted from their pre-med students.

  “I live in Sherwood Apartments over on Stillwell Street.”

  “That’s just a few blocks away, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, it is. I guess you’ve been there before, huh?”

  “Not really,” she said, and for the moment looked down at her feet, shying away from his probing gaze.

  “Ah, I get it,” said Deshawn. “You’ve been checking up on me, huh?”

  “No!” she insisted.

  “Yes, you have. And then you’ve got the audacity to call me ‘player’!” he taunted playfully.

  “No, I wasn’t checking up on you!”

  “Ah, come on!”

  “Well...maybe once or twice,” she finally conceded. “But, that’s only because I couldn’t keep from thinking of you, trying to figure out what it is about you that I can’t resist.”

  She looked again up into his face, her gorgeous green eyes imploring him to take her in his arms and ravish her right then.

  Deshawn found it harder to hide his arousal, and glad for the loose-fitting sweats he wore, since easier to hide the physical affects of that awakening. He wouldn’t survive her straightforward seduction much longer, and the urge to make love was driving him nuts. But before he allowed himself to get caught up in the dangerous wiles of physical passion, he needed time to acclimate himself to her new attitude towards him. Besides, the police possibly waited for his return to his apartment, after what he recently learned from Jason Thomas and the CNN news team. He wasn’t about to take her home just yet.

  “You’re worried the cops will snag your ass when you get home, aren’t you, hon’?” she asked, when he didn’t respond right away to the obvious offering of herself. “They’ve already moved on. I watched them go myself this morning before I came to look for you at the gym.”

  Deshawn stopped walking to stare at her in disbelief. What in the hell was she doing checking out his place like that? She might’ve been the center of every romantic and sexual fantasy he had during the past year, but she was starting to scare the holy shit out of him too.

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p; “I can tell by the look on your face that you’re thinking maybe I’m some kind of sicko, right?” she said, her tone pained. “Nothing’s further from the truth! …Everyone who knows you also knows you’re good friends with Jeremy and Jack Kenney. I guarantee the police have kept an eye on you ever since they got word those two boys were headed back here. So, I’ve been worried about you. That’s why I came here early this morning to make sure you were okay. You and I both know how the police can be when a brother’s involved with suspected felons—especially since those boys were supposed to have killed five cops near D.C.”

  “How’d you know where to look for me after that?”

  Almost ready to accept her answer, he needed to make sure she was completely straight with him.

  “Actually, I didn’t,” she said. “When I first came to Pepper’s Gym around seven this morning, you weren’t there. I thought maybe you were with some other girl again, which I wouldn’t blame you for, since you had no idea how I’ve felt about you. I hoped you’d show up sometime today, so I decided to wait at the gym—no matter how long it took. I worked out for a while and when I saw you in the weight room, I was so relieved you were all right! I’m sorry—really sorry I acted like such a bitch today. I don’t know why I do that sometimes...maybe because I’m scared of rejection. When I left the gym, I felt so bad for treating you that way. I knew I better find you quick, and this time tell you what’s in my heart before it’s too late. I’m glad you were there at Lucky’s.”

  He nodded silently, giving no indication whether he believed her or not. She slowly turned away, whimpering. When he moved up close behind her, after first taking an opportunity to scan both directions along the sidewalk, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. She turned to him and started bawling, burying her face in his chest.

  Despite the mixture of signals and emotions he felt emanating from her up until now, he believed this was real. He comforted her, while intense desire swept through him. When he slid his right hand down to her left one, she grasped it tightly, and then they headed toward his apartment.

  Within half a block of Sherwood Apartments, he carefully scanned both sides of Stillwell Street for anything or anyone out of place. Difficult to say for sure, but aside from his gut tightening up it looked clear. With Martisha’s hand clasped within his, he led her across the street to his apartment building, careful not to move too quickly so she wouldn’t trip on her dress sandals. As they climbed the stairway to his second floor apartment, they passed by his brother, Lavernies, who’d just stepped outside of the apartment he shared with two other students directly below Deshawn’s place.

  “Yo, Deshawn!” Lavernies called up to him just before he and Martisha disappeared from view. “Ya’ll better behave up there!”

  “Oh, we will!” said Martisha, giggling nervously.

  She winked playfully at the younger Wheatley, who could only stare in response, wide-eyed from surprise. Lavernies stepped back inside his apartment, nearly shouting to his roommates that Deshawn was about to score the hottest ‘pooh tang’ in town.

  “Well, I’d hate to make a liar out of him, wouldn’t you?” she said, slyly, after they entered Deshawn’s apartment.

  “We might want to keep it down a little,” Deshawn advised, his expression sheepish, once he closed the front door and set the deadbolt.

  Located in one of the seedier areas surrounding the University’s campus, he kept his tastefully decorated apartment almost spotless. The living room was furnished with a plush black sofa and matching loveseat. The room’s centerpiece a wall-mounted plasma television set, it came complete with an expensive theatre sound system. He moved over to the receiver and dialed in some soft R & B to help set the mood, and then invited Martisha to make herself at home.

  She sat her purse down on his dining room table, admiring it and the china cabinet that once belonged to his grandmother. He told her it was the only thing he ever wanted when she passed away, and his mom decided to give it to him right then, rather than wait to pass it on after she herself exited this world. Deshawn offered her a drink, and she asked for a Bloody Mary, his specialty. She moved back into the living room while he prepared her drink and another for himself.

  When he returned to the living room, he nearly dropped the cocktails on the floor. He’d sensed the drapes closing and the apartment grow darker while busy in the kitchen. But unprepared for the seven lighted candles spread throughout the living room, he wondered if he even owned that many. Martisha sat upon the corner of his sofa, her clothes removed except for a very revealing bra and panties. Perched seductively with her legs lightly crossed, her hair that had been tied back behind her head now hung freely just below her shoulders.

  “Are you ready for me?” she asked, her voice sultry and much huskier than before.

  Rather than say anything, he sat down next to her, both drinks in hand. She looked down at him, a curious look on her face while he gazed up into her eyes, studying them to try and get an idea as to what her next move might be. She took the Bloody Mary from him, pausing for a taste and then setting it down on the end table next to the sofa. Deshawn took a sip from his cocktail as well, but before he finished, she turned around to face him, draping her legs over his shoulder and positioning her pelvis up to his face. He now had a bird’s eye view of her pussy, clearly visible through her sheer underwear.

  “Would you like something else that’s wet…something even sweeter, Deshawn?”

  Before he could respond, she withdrew her legs and slid down the couch and onto the floor in front of him. She grabbed his sweats and underwear, and with strength that amazed him, pulled them down to his knees. His hefty manhood stood at attention. Surprised by the aggressive role she’d taken, he smiled shyly, allowing himself to enjoy the experience from an unfamiliar submissive perspective.

  Martisha grabbed his hard-on, caressing it with her hands and mouth. A mixture of feelings, both wonderful and frightening, overwhelmed him. Aside from her incredible touch, which rapidly brought him toward climax, he scarcely believed she possessed this strange combination of gentleness and power, so unlike the other females he’d known. Just before his orgasm, she withdrew, cruelly depriving the sweet release he longed for. But the wondrous assault was far from over. She moved up to his stomach and chest, covering him with tender kisses until she nearly ripped his shirt off, briefly entangling a gold medallion that scratched him.

  “Ow-w!”

  She reached over and gently kissed the scratch. Immediately, the pain disappeared. He laughed, nervous like a child who just met Santa Claus for the first time. With no choice but to let Martisha continue to have her way with him, he smiled at the random thought that when he died someday, he hoped it would be while something like this happened to him.

  She stood up and stepped back from the sofa, her eyes coy, gyrating her hips seductively. Then she approached him again, this time removing her skimpy bra to allow her ample breasts to fall forward as she pressed them into his face. He eagerly responded, caressing them with fervent kisses. She began to moan, but when it seemed she would give in to her passion she pulled away.

  With her back to him, she slowly removed her panties while bending down. With a sassy wink over her shoulder, she taunted him to come take her right then. But before he could get his ankles and feet untangled from his clothes, she’d sauntered to his bedroom, turning up the sound system’s volume a few notches on her way out of the living room.

  Finally free of his underwear, sweats, and shoes, Deshawn stumbled while trying to catch up with her. She peered into the living room from a short hallway that separated it from the bedroom, motioning for him to come get her. Once he reached the bedroom he started to make an excuse for why his bed was a mess, since unmade for a few days, but she pressed her index finger to his lips for him to be silent. He obeyed and allowed her to guide him to the bed, where she threw him down on top of it.

  Resigned as her love slave, he again arose to the occasion, ready for her to mou
nt him. Martisha climbed on and rode him furiously, throwing herself about as if he were a bucking bronco and not a six-foot-six basketball stud. Joined as one, they raced toward a mutual orgasm that would’ve surely shaken the bedroom’s walls had it been allowed to reach fruition. But just as they reached the last primal grunts, moans, and screams of ecstasy, she dismounted, just before his climax.

  She grabbed him near his balls and held on tight. His orgasm aborted again, his phallus burned from within. But to his horror, a terrifying transformation suddenly overtook this beautiful woman.

  Martisha’s gorgeous locks fell out by the roots and her head shriveled up into a sharp point. Her body drew into itself, taking on a segmented appearance, and her arms changed into insect-like appendages with hands transformed as a pair of jagged pincers. Another pair of larger, more menacing pincers sprang out from her hips and the pelvis took on the shape of a head with her sex an open maw. When the metamorphosis was complete, a giant black scorpion with the white-haired head of Genovene sat on top of Deshawn with his engorged prick held securely by a razor-sharp pincer.

  He whimpered, far too terrified for an effective scream.

  “Where is it?” Genovene demanded.

  “W-w-where is what??” he stammered, unable to hold back a deluge of tears.

  “Don’t fucking play with me, Deshawn!!” She hissed angrily. “If you want to walk away from here with your lovely black dick still attached to your balls, you’ll quit playing with me, right now! Ever since Savina and Nanine, you and your kind have been an enormous pain in the ass. Your thoughts are cloudier than most, but I will find what I’ve come for! If I’m forced to do that, so be it. Your buddies downstairs will be cleaning up what’s left of you for weeks to come, I assure you!!”

  It suddenly occurred to him what she wanted, and when he thought about it, he wondered why Genovene didn’t already know where it was. Her presence he’d felt throughout the day, much of that time was spent in the close proximity of the crystal sphere; the Cristal Del Sol. Still hidden safely in my locker? The stories his great Grandma Nanine told him about his bloodline’s ability to hide their thoughts from ‘dat witch Genovee’ were true after all.

 

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