Cody felt a ringing in his ears as he limped into the dingy McDonald’s near Penn Station. He’d heard through the grapevine about this. It was a good spot to buy and sell some dope. He was definitely looking to get his hand on a bit of heroin; then he would find some hookers and party. He was done with square girls for the evening. He would stick to the kind of women who would understand his frontier a wild man on the loose on a bike, living a gun-slinging, dope-dealing life of a white trash cowboy from the southwest of these here United States.
A bottle of Jack Daniels and some Heinekens would be perfect to wash it down. His cock was getting hard just thinking about the fun that he was going to have.
Cody surveyed the scene. This was definitely the shadiest, most drugs infested McDonald’s he’d seen in his life. And he’d seen more than a couple during the road trips on his bike. People, wearing clothes that looked and smelled like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, occupied most of the restaurant’s tables. They were nodding out, arguing with each other, or talking to themselves. most drugs infested McDonald’s he’d seen in his life. And he’d seen more than a couple during the road trips on his bike. People, wearing clothes that looked and smelled like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, occupied most of the restaurant’s tables. They were nodding out, arguing with each other, or talking to themselves.
Cody saw one dude go into a bathroom. A few seconds later a woman came out of the same door. Cody smiled and shook his head. It was going to be easier than he’d hoped to find some dope in this place. Maybe when they get a little more comfortable they’ll start slinging it closer to the front.
I need to get the hell out of here as soon as I get my shit. The cops can’t be too far away. They’ll nab somebody on something small if they want a big favor. There was no doubt that they kept some type of surveillance on this place.
Cody stepped into the bathroom. A Puerto Rican dude with red eyes and gaunt face looked Cody up and down.
Cody thought for a moment that there might be a problem. He was getting a bad vibe from this dude. He wasn’t really used to dealing with Puerto Ricans and didn’t really know what angle to take.
A big smile opened the dude’s mouth disgustingly wide. He looked like his fucking jaw was going to come unstuck. Only half of his mouth held any teeth. They were distinctly of a brown and yellowish hue. It wouldn’t be long before his mouth, as well as the rest of him, shriveled up into a death and rotted as pitifully as he had lived.
But there was another dragon to slay, a horse to ride, and, so the story goes, an addict whirls around and around repeating the same act over and over and over again, one day, two days, three days, every day.
“Two bags of H,” he said.
“Forty.”
Bags in hand, he hurried out of that shit before its death grip descended upon him. He would never get that low, he promised himself. He would never allow himself to fall so far that he could never live with dignity again. That was a life for suckers and punks and losers. And his Daddy, a son of a bitch who liked to smack around his Momma and fuck whores right under her nose. On more than one occasion he did the dirty deed with a hooker, while his own wife lay in the bed sobbing herself to sleep, wondering when this hell would ever end.
Cody hoped that a few snorts of heroin would help take away the ringing in his ears. He’d never heard of that particular remedy. But it seemed like it would be worth a try.
Now all he needed was the whores. He hopped on his hog and revved the engine. He felt like letting out a giant roar and making the sky tremble. His mojo was definitely coming back. He’d been sucker-punched, cold-cocked, chin-checked. But that didn’t mean shit now. His cock was stiff in his pants. And he could feel the blood coursing through his muscular arms.
He roared off into the night, and headed for the bright lights and crowded streets of Times Square. He hadn’t even been looking for a whore earlier, when he caught a few out of the corner of his eye, plying their wares and watching out for cops. Coppers. Especially those under-covers, vice-squad coppers looking to bring an end to the scourge of prostitution.
Cody knew that he couldn’t afford to get into any trouble during his visit to New York. He’d been told in no uncertain terms that any brushes with the law, no matter how minor, would be punished with the utmost severity.
And the application of the punishment would not be delayed until he made it back from the journey. No, that would make things too easy. A special team of highly-trained gang operatives would be flown across the country to personally escort him back to gangland. But it would be a long, slow trip in a RV that had been customized into a torture chamber. The week-long, cross-country trip would involve the special operatives taking all manner of drugs, drinking as much cheap, piss-yellow beers as their bellies could stand, performing a long, Sade-like litany of perverse acts on the offender.
It might have been the most civilized way to punish a fellow member. But it was certainly the kind of diabolically brilliant torture that would keep any half sane male or female member on their toes and watching their sweet asses.
“Are you really in a gang, or do you just wear that jacket to look tough?”
“Are you really a whore? Or do you just dress like one?”
“Hey, man. Fuck you. I’m just asking a question.”
“It’s cool. I’m just a little tense,” Cody said, leaning back on the bed and flipping through the channels. The two bags of heroin were on the bedside table. There was also an ashtray with several butts and a half-filled bottle of Heineken
“So what do you guys who are really in gangs like to do with girls like me?”
“Why don’t you bring your pretty ass over here and find out.”
The pale blond hooker with one ring coming out her nose and another one coming out her bottom lip wriggled her hips and stared at Cody hungrily. He knew that she was probably much more interested in the drugs than him. It didn’t bother him one bit as long as she was down to play. She could stay.
Chapter 5
Michelle
The next morning, Jeffrey had to leave early for work so Michelle stayed in the bed longer than she should have. She had her IPad on her lap and her headphones on her ears. She didn’t know how she ended up watching it, but her eyes were locked on episode after episode of a show that centered on a violent motorcycle gang. She’d never been into those guys and she certainly didn’t approve of that lifestyle. She had no idea why the show had done such a good job pulling her in. But it might have been something about the men. No, that’s not the way to put it at all. It was, without any shadow of a doubt, about the men. They were so damn sexy! Nothing at all like the man she had just agreed to marry just hours ago.
They were tough and macho and cruel and sexual and muscular. They were so many things, so many mouth-watering, pussy-moistening, lip-licking good things. They represented danger, adventure, and life on the open road, free from restraints. But there was she, going off being silly again. Imagining that somehow she could have a different life. She was being foolish. She knew that. It was just a stupid TV show. In real life, bikers were fat and middle-age. Riding around on bikes and wearing silly jackets is how they tried to fight against the reality of getting older. It was their way of staying in touch with some part of their childhood.
Michelle wasn’t sure how’d she strayed off into that line of pseudo psycho-analysis, but she quickly got a hold of herself. She didn’t give a damn about what the average biker in America looked like. She didn’t give a damn about the overweight, weekend warrior, desperately to prove their masculinity, while doing everything in their power to prove that they hadn’t progressed beyond the level of boys—boys with big bellies and big-load toys.
No, she didn’t give a damn about any of that. What she cared about was her wet pussy that yearned for a cock other than Jeffery’s. It was a strange feeling that she was trying to work through. He had been magnificent the night before –full of passion and vigor and just the right amount of dirty
talk. But it wasn’t enough. She knew that she would never really be satisfied with him.
She couldn’t go on living life like this. She had to get out of that apartment, maybe out of that city. She wasn’t the kind of woman who had built a reputation for doing rash things, throwing the die into the middle of the table. But maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to make that change, to become that brave, fearless woman. This engagement and the subsequent marriage would end up killing her. She could never be one hundred percent faithful to him. She would never be able to entirely submit. He wasn’t the kind of man who would ever be capable of earning that from her.
There was no more time to waste. Now that she had made up her mind, Michelle didn’t want to wait before she took this monumental step in her life. The rest of her day was completely wasted. She spent several hours on the phone begging and pleading for a moving company to help her move out immediately. She kept getting turned down. They needed more time. Didn’t have enough time. Mover had too many other appointments. One excuse after another. It got so bad that she even told a few of the companies that she was a victim of domestic violence and desperately needed to get away while he was at work. But even that wasn’t enough to persuade any of them to come help her at the last minute. If she was going to figure her way out of this situation then she was going to have to do it alone.
She decided that she would only take a couple bags with her. It wasn’t an easy decision for her to arrive at. There was no telling what Jeffrey would do when he found out that she had broken off the engagement and the entire relationship all together. He would certainly be a boiling kettle of rage. He didn’t seem like a very mean or aggressive man. But he could be both of those things in heavy amounts if he felt jealous or insulted.
This would be the worst, the most painful insult that he could possibly take. The woman whom he loved more than he’d ever loved before had walked out on him while he was at work trying to earn enough to help pay off the ring and put a little money down for the really big ring and then more for the wedding. He had planned on working his ass off, showing up earlier and leaving later than ever before. But that opportunity had been snatched from him. Sure, she’d said yes to his proposal. At least some part of her must have been willing to take the matrimonial plunge with him.
Was it a case of cold feet, coquetry or butterflies in the belly? Was it simply a woman deciding that it was time to take charge of her life? To do what it is that she needed to do.
With her two large suitcases in hand and a fully-stuffed backpack strapped to her, Michelle walked out of her building and on to the busy street. For some reason this New York landscape looked different to her. Everything around her seemed bright and vibrant, so full of possibility and adventure, but also risk and danger. She couldn’t wait to take the leap into the life that the turbulent New York waters held for her.
She rode a cab to the Ritz-Carlton on 34th. The place wasn’t cheap. Not one bit. And that’s why Michelle wanted to stay there. If she was going to branch out into a new life, then she might as well do it in style. She smiled as she got out of the cab and prepared to walk into the luxurious hotel. But the sound of a loud engine caught her attention. She turned to see where the loud obnoxious sound was coming from. “Those stupid bikers”, she said to herself. “They’re always trying to get some attention. What a bunch of little boys”.
But when she turned around, her mouth dropped open as she saw the biker who was kicking up all that noise. That face and build looked so familiar. She could have sworn that she’d seen him somewhere before.
He swung one of his meaty legs off the bike and then the other. He looked around him with an air of dominance and then began walking towards the entrance. Michelle hadn’t moved for the last several moments as she’d watched the biker stud park his ride.
As he came towards her, she blushed and lowered her eyes. But her attraction and curiosity were too strong. She raised her eyes right as the hunk was about to pass her.
“Oh my God”, she said out loud, nearly fainting. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
When she opened them, the biker was gone. She looked around frantically and then rushed into the hotel lobby. She absolutely had to find him. But where the hell was he?
“Ma’am can I help you?” A pasty-faced man, wearing the hotel’s drab, brown uniform, smiled at her.
She backed away from him. She had a strong desire to slap him in the face. Michelle had never been a violent person, yet there was something about his face that seemed to warrant a good slap or two.
The sound of the elevator bell snapped Michelle out of her slightly sadistic reverie. That’s where he had gone! She hurried off in the direction of the elevators. The doors to one of them were about to close.
She yelled out, “Hold those doors. Hold them!”
The doors continued to close.
And suddenly they stopped closing and began opening. Michelle was panting and completely out of breath. She was going to see him. He was behind those doors.
But unfortunately he was not. But there was elderly couple staring at her with alarm. She must have looked crazy at that moment. What the hell had she done with her life? She dropped to the floor and held her face in her hands.
--THE END--
Military Men
When journalist Jay is sent out to do a story on a special military unit he never imagined he’d be surrounded by rowdy, rough, muscular men who have nothing to do but give each other a hard time. One night, after plenty of booze if downed by these off-duty hunks Jay is paid a visit by Karl, the tallest, strongest and most charming of the men. With nothing but sand for miles Karl is looking for something to pass the time and Jay seems to be the perfect fit.
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“Jay!” The gruff, hung-over cry of Gordon echoed out of his office and travelled down the boxes of the paper’s floor until it hit Jay’s ears in his cubicle on the other side of the room.
Whenever Gordon called out everyone popped their heads up from their desks, peering over the thin walls that turned the large floor into individual work spaces. Jay sat slumped in his uncomfortable chair, sighing as he tried to find the will to bring himself to his feet.
“What now?” He hissed as he yawned and stretched out across the entirety of his tiny working environment.
Jay Jay’s desk was littered with pictures of his late-parents, his dog and his Yale friends who he’d kept in touch with since graduating four years ago. He was the cream of his crop in journalism; he ran the Yale paper in his senior year and was scooped up by the Eagle Times almost immediately after graduating. Now, at twenty-five years old he was a big-time reporter with more by-lines than anyone else in his department.
“Jay, get your ass in here, stat!” Gordon’s roar was even louder this time around.
The three interns hovering around Gordon’s office all looked terrified, little did they know what they were in for if they were to get accepted full-time at the paper.
“Why don’t you three go to the break room, I got this,” Jay said as he walked past them with a calming smile on his face.
Jay walked into the office and shut the door behind him; he fell casually into the chair opposite Gordon and stared across the desk.
“What is it, boss?” He asked as a shred of arrogance took over.
Jay had spent two long years trying to get Gordon to like him and then one day he’d stopped caring. After all, what could Gordon ever do?
“I’m sending you to the desert,” Gordon said without looking up from a paper on his desk.
“The desert?” Jay repeated, unsure what to make of the sentence.
“Yes, well done, you can hear,” Gordon looked up and folded his arms as he leaned back into his black, leather chair.
“I’m sending you out to a desert; we don’t know which one as that’s confidential.”
“You’re sending me to an undisclosed location?”
“Do you always have to repeat everything Jay?”
> “Sorry boss, just trying to make some sense of this.”
“You are to report on the daily activities of a military unit who are training at one of several hidden basses in the desert, they have allowed for one person to go down, live in the base and report on the goings on. You’re to tell the story of how hard they work and what they do to relax under the pressure of serving their country. You must get interviews with each of the seven unit members, plus medical staff and anyone else on site,” Gordon continued as Jay began to jot notes down on a pad he kept in his pocket.
“Now as I understand it there is only a single unit in the base, a special unit comprised of the best in several fields. Each of these men has medals for their service to the country. I want to make myself very clear on this Jay; you are to paint a pretty picture and tell the heroic efforts of these men, are we clear?”
It wasn’t the first time Jay had been asked to write in a biased tone but everyone knew he hated doing it. However, this was the first time he’d been chosen for something so secretive and if he had to agree to a biased opinion to get to where the story was then he would do it.
“What time do I leave?”
“Next week, you’ll be taking a military helicopter from the airport. As I understand it you’re going to be blindfolded for most of the trip.”
“You sure this isn’t your way of finally getting rid of me?” Jay asked with a smirk.
“We can’t all get what we want Jay.”
Jay finished his notes, got up and headed towards the door but then someone dawned on him, a question he needed to ask before he committed to this.
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