What Lies Beneath The Flowerbed

by D. M. Thornton

Honest to God, I don’t know what is wrong with me. I don’t taking killing people lightly, and it’s not something I want to do...killing this poor girl who I risked being followed by a cop for. Hell, I came to save her life, not take it. And I strictly kill only people who deserve it, and Sasha doesn’t deserve it. But dammit, she has seen and heard too much.

  Sasha quickly shakes her head to the point it might just roll off her shoulders. She’s panicked and I don’t blame her. She just better not be so panicked she runs straight to the cops. I scowl at Andi who just shrugs me off. No, I’m not going to take her life. I know I probably should...to save my own ass, but I’m willing to take the risk. Lord, please don’t make me regret letting her walk out of here, but when it’s all said and done...I don’t kill the innocent.

  “Help me wrap this asshole up,” I say to Andi, kneeling down beside his body. I begin to fold the plastic when she squats on the other side of Nick, taking a corner of the plastic and crinkling it up. I swat at her hand. “For Chrissakes, you have to fold it like a burrito, that way the blood doesn’t seep out the corners and make a mess.”

  “Well hell, do it yourself, Raymond.”

  I snarl at her. I hate when she refers to me as Rain Man. “Fuck off.”

  But then again, no one else can do what I do and do it, well...do it my way. I finish wrapping Nick’s body between two sheets of plastic, folding him up like a pretty little package that will soon be neatly placed in my flower garden. I find a new use for the chains that were holding Sasha captive. I lock them around Nick’s chest and his feet, and used the duct tape that I found under the cot to tape off the seams to prevent any leakage. I stand when I’m done, stepping back and looking down at the body, proud of how neat and tidy the finished product is. I release a gleeful sigh. The feeling of accomplishment never gets old, whether it be a kill or my obsessive compulsive stars lining up in a perfect little row.

  “I’m all done here. Time to go,” I announce. “Jaz, grab his feet, will ya?”

  Jaz grabs the chains around Nick’s feet while Andi takes hold of the chains around his chest. “I’ll help Jaz. Don’t want anyone skittish about me de-tonguing toothless wonder over here.”

  “Stop being such a twat.” Jaz laughs. “Pick up your end and keep your trap shut.”

  “What fun would that be?” Andi asks with a chuckle. “You love me.”

  “I love you like flies love elephant shit.” Jaz lifts Nick with a grunt and leads Andi out of the abandoned building.

  One thing I’m good at is watching other’s behaviors and mimicking them. It’s how I maintain what appears to be a typical lifestyle. Watching Jaz be empathetic toward Sasha is a good way for me to learn how to act like a normal person...someone who is socially acceptable in society. Someone who actually cares for others and treats them with kindness...and mean it. See, I’m a teacher who can’t only teach, but can learn as well. And so, with my newfound compassion card slipped into the anterior insular cortex part of my brain, I walk up to Sasha and hold out my hand to her. “Ready? Let’s get you home.”

  She swipes her cheeks with her fingers, then places her hand into mine. Of course, the thought of her dirty hand touching mine makes me want to lose my cookies, but I push it out of my head and try to hide the grimace on my face. It’s all just another brick laid strategically in its place in order to display a beautifully finished and well-manicured home. And in this analogy, I am the home with the curb appeal that’s inviting and welcoming. Because I am a chameleon...changing the colors of my soul in order to fit into this world’s massive puzzle.

  Chapter 13

  Jaz

  Spending the day in Peter Johnson’s office was not how I wanted to spend my Saturday, but I promised Gray I’d bring Sasha in to get her teeth fixed, and I never go back on my word. Besides, Peter owes me a big fat one. Let’s just say I walked in on him and one of his assistants, and they weren’t just rinsing and spitting, if you get my drift. I promised to zip my lip, and now I get free dental care for the rest of my life, amongst other things like bringing in rape victims who are missing their teeth on a Saturday.

  To kill time, I bury my face into my slutty book, and wish that it was the male character’s nuts I was burying my face into instead. Fuck, these books get me so horny, and I have no way to relieve the pent-up sexual frustration other than using my battery operated device. It’s pretty fucking sad that my life has come to this...a gay husband and the libido of a guy with no means of releasing my stifled orgasm. I swear, at this point, all I need to do is look at a guy’s cock, and I’d come so hard I’d be squirtin’. And I was so close...okay, so maybe that’s stretching the truth a little. I’ve had plenty of chances, but I’m not one to go back on my vows like someone else I know. Had I known Martin was taking it up the ass and in the mouth by two damn fairies, I would have been banging every guy from here to California. Well, there’s nothing holding me back now...except for Sasha, but hopefully after this appointment, she’ll be out of our lives forever.

  Sasha comes around the corner, with Peter in tow, flashing her new temporary teeth. “Thank you so much,” she says, shaking Peter’s hand.

  “You’re welcome. Now remember what I said, no hard foods, meats that are chewy, chocolate, anything that will leave stains, or gum. I’ll call you when the permanents come in.”

  Her voice is timid but grateful. “Great.” Her mouth spreads wide, showing me her teeth. “They’re pretty.”

  My eyes widen as I try to force a smile. “Nice. Ready?” She nods and follows me to the door. I give Peter a quick hug. “Appreciate the help, Peter. See ya around.”

  I pull up in front of Sasha’s apartment, but before she gets out of the car, I clear my throat. She looks back over at me, her hand resting on the door handle. “Are we going to have a problem, Sasha?” I ask. My tone has shifted from friendly to stern. I don’t say it, what the problem could potentially be, but I can tell by the way her face just fell that she knows I’m implying her ratting us out.

  “Not at all. I swear.”

  “Good,” I say.

  Before Sasha closes the door, she leans her head back in. “Thank you, Jaz. I really appreciate everything you’ve done. And please, tell Gray I say thank you for saving my life.”

  “No problem, kid.”

  I speed away like my crotch is on fire...because it is. I swear to fucking God if I don’t get laid, Gray will have to commit me to the looney bin. I seriously need to stop reading my porno books before I blister my clit with forceful masturbation. It’s all I do—read, which then results in clubbin’ the clam. I vicariously live through the characters of my books, and sex is all I can think about, day in and day out—cock...a long, thick cock that’s spurtin’ seed in my face. I’m salivating just thinking about it, and as far as I’m concerned, I don’t need to wait until tonight to go to the bar. I need to go now. Who gives a fuck if it’s only two in the afternoon? I dial Gray’s number and stuff my phone in the strap of my bra. Hey, I follow the laws—hands-free device, improvised.

  The phone only rings twice before Gray answers. “Hey, brat. Sasha taken care of?”

  “Yep,” I say, pronouncing the P. “I need to get laid, like eleven months ago. Call Andi, meet me at the bar.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Jaz, get a grip. It’s only two o’clock, all the swanky fuckables don’t come out until ten.”

  “Please,” I beg. “I’ll sit there all day and night just to finally get a—”

  “For God’s sake, don’t finish that sentence. I’ll call Andi.”

  I almost squeal into the phone, but I manage to keep my composure. “Great. See you in a little bit.”

  * * *

  We finally make it to the bar, of course Andi and Gray held me off until after dinner, which just about drove me mad, but I get it. They wanted me to have the best pickin’s. Let’s face it, the only boners at the bar mid-day are the ones that belong to seventy-year-old perverts who need a Viagra to keep it up. Who are so lonely they spen
d their days in bars getting shitfaced so they can be numb enough to go home and tolerate the silence, and be in by five to eat dinner and pass out in bed by seven. Yep, they did me solid by making me wait.

  I’m skimming the bar already, eyeing the tall, dark, and drop-dead-fucking-gorgeous blond that has legs the size of Mt. Rushmore. He could seriously crack me open with those thighs, and if his thighs are that large, just imagine how massive his cock is. I’m giddy just thinking about it.

  “That one,” I say with a little more chipperness to my tone than necessary. I’m so damn excited I’m dry humping the chair I’m sitting in.

  “Oh for the love of Pete, stop molesting the chair. Go to him already,” Gray huffs.

  Andi whistles as I walk away, encouraging my bouncy step with a catcall that resonates across the bar. I probably have the goofiest grin across my face right about now, but I don’t give a fuck. This is my night...it’s all for me. There won’t be any killing tonight since Gray insists on only one per weekend. Nope, this night is all mine and mine alone. Andi won’t be able to take a turn, and Gray won’t take his last breath. I’m finally going to let myself be selfish and let my inhibitions loose like the sex-crazed beast that I am.

  “Hello,” I say in a deep and sultry voice. “Is this seat taken?”

  I stifle a moan when his handsome face turns to me, his smile radiating and casting a brilliant glow. “No, ma’am. Please, have a seat.” He has a slight twang to his voice, which makes my clit flutter.

  “Tell me, cowboy, what’s your name?” I spin the barstool so I’m facing him, as he does the same, which settles my knees between his. The heat from his body is evident as he leans into me, his elbow resting on the edge of the bar.

  “Jesse. And you are?”

  “Jaz.”

  He takes my hand and brings my knuckles to his warm lips, kissing them ever so gently. I suck in a sharp gasp as my crotch hums against the touch. I’d give my right tit to climb up onto his lap and ride him like a bucking bronco, right here, right now, in the middle of this crowded bar. And by the way he’s grazing his moist lips back and forth along my skin, I’d bet my left tit that he’d like to toss me on top of the bar, lift my skirt over my hips, and drink from the tap of my pussy.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” he finally says, releasing my hand from his lips and boldly moving it to his thigh.

  I have to admit, I like where this is going. I could easily move my hand a couple inches and cop a feel. You know, test out the goods. Make sure he’s well-endowed and not some beefhead with a micro weenie...which would be such a disappointment.

  “You’re not from around here, are you, Jesse?” I ask, inching my hand just a smidge.

  If he noticed, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he nods his head. “No, I’m not. I’m from South Dakota.”

  The bartender stops in front of me and asks if I want a beer, but I politely decline and shoo him on his way. There won’t be any time for a drink. “Farm boy, eh? You drive tractor and ride horses?”

  “You betchya.”

  I giggle, wildly turned on by the idea of my new friend, the cowboy, with his shirt off, sweat glistening across his skin as he rides bareback through a field of corn. Or better yet, riding on his tractor, his cowboy hat low over his dark brown eyes while he gnaws on a stick of wheat. I can almost smell the sweat beading on his skin.

  Fuck me, I need a fan, a block of ice...hell, maybe a hose to cool me off. I’m on goddamn fire. And when I didn’t think it could get any better, a man comes up from behind me, reaches around me, and smacks Jesse on the back of the shoulder.

  “How’d you manage to score this pretty li’l thing?”

  Jesse grins. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch. Dirk, this is Jaz. Jaz, Dirk.”

  I swivel my stool around so I’m facing Dirk. “Very nice to meet you.” Holy shit, I’m a beefcake sandwich...my wildest fantasy coming true. Boy, is this my night or what? Now all I have to do is convince these two to leave with me, though I don’t think I’ll need to twist their arms too much.

  “You two know each other?” I ask, not sure which one to look at, so I sway my head from one to the other.

  “Yeah, this dipshit is my brother,” Dirk spoke first.

  Then, in unison, they both chimed, “Twins. Fraternal twins.”

  I bite my tongue and stifle my moan, clamping my knees together so I don’t leak cum down my leg. “Brothers. Twins,” I repeat, as if repeating it will make it any less real that this is truly what I have dreamed of for like...ever. I don’t beat around the bush. I can’t. I mean, it’s not in my nature to not just blurt out the first thing that pops into my head. I swear I have more balls than the average man, and I’m not afraid to speak my mind.

  “Listen, I’d love nothing more than to get to know you two, but let’s be real...let’s blow this joint. I could be blowing something else right about now. That is if you’re into a threesome. Are you?”

  I’m invisible for a moment as Dirk and Jesse look passed me to glance at each other with quizzical expressions. In true twin fashion, their heads nod simultaneously and they both say, “Hell the fuck yeah. Let’s go.”

  Even though both Dirk and Jesse have their hands held out to me, I don’t wait for assistance to get off the stool. I spin around and hop off, throwing a thumb’s up in front of my chest to Andi and Gray, who have been watching from the comfort of their table. Andi holds up a fist to the side of her face, pushes her tongue against the inside of her cheek, and pumps her hand a few times in a blow job motion while Gray lifts both fists up to her chest and pumps them ferociously as she opens her mouth wide and pretends she’s being squirted with jizz. I can’t help but laugh, but that doesn’t stop me from giving them a double middle finger salute.

  I lock my elbows through Dirk’s and Jesse’s arms and let them escort me outside to their pickup. “I’m right there,” I say, pointing to my rundown Volvo. “You boys’ follow me, all right?”

  “You betchya,” their voices mesh together.

  The compound is dark when we pull up, and when Dirk and Jesse get out of the pickup, I yell out to them, “Wait right here. I’ll go turn on some lights.” I push my way through the front door and switch on some lights, then run to my room to make sure things are in order before I invite the twins in. After setting my Pandora to sex music, I glance in the mirror that’s hanging on the wall to make sure I’m presentable and puff out a long breath, stretching my arms like I’m starting a marathon. I suppose I am really. A sexathon with two hotties that I’d pretty much let do whatever they want with me. And with that, I push my nerves aside and invite my visitors inside.

  Chapter 14

  Jaz

  The way the brothers move makes me believe this isn’t the first time they’ve dabbled in a Ménage á trois. That’s okay, I like my men experienced. I’m over the days of trying to teach and explain how the woman’s body works, and what feels good and what hurts. It makes sense now—teaching a gay man the way the female form operates was like trying to teach a blind man to see. It’s impossible. I want a seasoned man who won’t touch me like I’m porcelain, but who will throw me up against the wall, pull my hair by the fistfuls, and jackhammer into me from behind. No, I’m not one that needs to be handled with kid gloves. I know what I want, how I want it, and when I want it. And I want it fuckin’ now.

  After shutting my bedroom door behind me, I walk straight over to Jesse, who is standing with his legs shoulder-width apart and his hands limply at his sides. I can feel the burn on my skin from his blazing eyes that are boring into me, and when I touch his arms with my fingertips, the veins that run along his forearms are pulsing. I walk into him, pushing him backward until he falls on to the bed where I straddle his lap. Taking his face in my hands, I mold my lips to his, deepening the kiss when his lips open, inviting me in. My body moves with the beat of SoMo’s “We Can Make Love,” slow and methodical. Rolling and grinding. As I kiss Jesse, Dirk comes up from behind me and begins massaging my should
ers with his lips. He glides his fingertips along the creases of my neck, down the sides of my arms, and continues a trail down my sides. His hands slip around my waist and creep up under my shirt until his palms are firmly groping my breasts. Even through my bra, he’s pinching and rolling my nipples to tight buds. I moan into Jesse’s mouth when Dirk pushes the material of my bra over my breasts so he can have full access to my nipples.

  A wanting groan escapes my throat when Dirk’s hands leave my body, but they’re not gone long. He pulls my shirt and bra over my head, breaking Jesse’s and my kiss for a brief second, before one hand begins caressing my breast again. He pays equal attention to each mound, grabbing a handful while gently but firmly pinching his thumb and index finger around my erect nipple. Dirk’s other hand skims down past the waistline of my skirt, slipping his fingers between the wet folds of my pussy. My head falls back on a gasp, but Jesse’s hand grips the back of my neck and pulls my lips back down to his. As I continue to kiss Jesse, I slip my hand between our bodies and begin stroking his cock through his jeans, then reach behind me with my other hand and grab Dirk’s crotch, massaging them both at the same time.

  My hips rock back and forth onto Dirk’s fingers as he buries them deep within me, but he grips my hip with the hand that was fondling my breasts and holds me still so I can fully feel his fingers stroking my inner walls. But when I think I’m about to cry out from the lack of friction, Dirk begins to guide my hip, pushing and pulling on my side so I can ride his fingers in slow, drawn out rolls of my hips.

  With Dirk’s fingers still inside me, I scoot off of Jesse’s lap and push his shoulders back so he’s lying on the bed. I free his cock from his jeans, yanking his boxers and pants to his ankles. My eyes grow wide, matching my grin, when I see how large he really is. I lick my lips, saliva already forming in the back of my throat. His cock twitches and a small bead of cum seeps from the tip, and without hesitation, I lean in and lick the creamy liquid from the head of his penis. Jesse folds his arms beneath his head, accentuating his taut abdominal muscles as his torso stretches and flexes. I start to wrap my mouth around his cock when I hear the sound of Dirk’s zipper. I glance back over my shoulder, Jesse’s shaft in my hand, and see the beautiful glory of Dirk’s massive cock.