Welcome to E. Mayberry

by Chris Genovese

  Bree turned around and sixty-nined Pasha, loudly sucking his cock with a vigor that bordered on looking fake. She was overacting, putting on a show for nonexistent cameras. Or were there cameras? As I braced myself for what, to this day, is my best clitoral orgasm ever, I had to wonder if people were in their homes watching channel 369 or whatever channel we might be on, getting off on the group play class unfolding in front of them.

  Then I didn’t care.

  Let them fucking watch.

  “Ohh!” I yelled as my back arched to the point I thought I might pull a muscle. “Fuck you!”

  I don’t think a single person in the room understood I was yelling it for the possible viewers, but suddenly laughter filled the air. Even Lilly pulled her mouth away to giggle until I pulled her face back into me so she could finish.

  After my orgasm, I collapsed and only watched. My lack of energy was the perfect excuse for no longer participating. Instead, I played with my clit while watching Pasha fuck Lilly’s mouth as Bree went down on her and Marco fucked Bree from behind. It was a lot less confusing in person.

  No graduation followed. I wasn’t handed a certificate or anything. Class was simply over. Yet, finishing gave me a great sense of joy. I hadn’t been perfect but I was proud of myself. I’d been as faithful to Bastian as I possibly could.

  I was eager to get home and see Bastian. I knew he’d be home already as it was his early day. Wednesdays he only worked half a day. I’d almost made it home when my next door neighbor, the girl I’d seen fucking her pet in the backyard on day one, called to me from her front door.

  “Hey, Sunshine, right?” she yelled.

  “Hi,” I said.

  I couldn’t remember her fucking name. The day she’d introduced herself, I’d had so much going on that I’m not even sure I ever heard it correctly. If anything might jar my memory it would have to be the bright orange fucking dress she was wearing. The thing was ridiculous, practically neon.

  “Tina!” she reminded me.

  “Of course,” I said. “I know that. How have you been? How’s Dave?”

  I did remember the man fucking the shit out of her.

  “He’s great,” she said. “Why don’t you come in for a second? I want to show you something.”

  I only wanted to go home, shower, and see Bastian.

  “It won’t take long,” she promised. “Besides, I really want to get to know you. I wanna introduce you to the girls. We’re a friendly bunch.”

  The girls. Who are the girls?

  It must’ve been clear that I wasn’t interested because Tina ran barefoot from her front porch to the sidewalk to take my hand and yank me toward her house.

  “If you don’t like this,” she said, “then you are not quite human.”

  Knowing this neighborhood, I was sure she’d take me to her bedroom and I’d find eight naked men ready to fan me off and feed me grapes. That’s not what she had in store. Instead, I found eight women, two of which I recognized, sitting in a circle on her living room floor.

  Nancy, the older woman I’d seen with my other neighbor, Emery, was completely naked with her black and silver highlighted hair hanging down over her tits. Jackie, the woman who’d sat next to me during my first dinner party and had kissed me as we both had our pussies devoured, had her top off and wore a skirt. Her knees were bent and she wore no panties beneath her skirt. In one hand she held a vibrator at her clit.

  “Hey you!” she called out as she handled a wave of pleasure, only visible by the way her eyes rolled back.

  The other six women were new to me but all greeted me and quickly went back to playing with one of the random party toys.

  Dave, Tina’s pet, stood outside the circle, a few feet away from Nancy. A bright purple cock ring vibrated at the base of his dick. Nancy pushed a button and he twitched.

  “You see,” Nancy said. “This isn’t a normal cock ring. With the push of this button, a tiny jolt of electricity zaps him. This can have one of two reactions. Either it’ll stop him from coming and prolong your sexual experience, or it’ll send him into immediate orgasm. It depends on the man and his reaction to the device.”

  She zapped Dave again and his knees nearly buckled. Cum shot out of the head of his cock and landed on a woman’s shoulder. She flinched and threw her hands up to stop the next spurt from hitting her in the face.

  “My God!” the woman yelled.

  “Ha!” Nancy yelled with a clap of her hands.

  “Guess that tells us which kind of man he is,” Tina said about her pet.

  Dave laughed and jerked himself hard, sending another shot of cum at the woman next to her. The women shrieked.

  “Sunshine is Dr. Bastian’s pet!” Tina said.

  Everyone suddenly seemed much more interested in me. It was clear some of the women were infatuated with the good doctor.

  “I invited her to our little traveling sex toy party so she could make some new friends. Sunshine, why don’t you have a seat here in the circle with us?”

  “I really should get going,” I said.

  “Aww I was really hoping you’d help model one of the toys for us so the girls can see how well this one works. That way you could hang out and wouldn’t even have to pay the party fee,” she said.

  Party fee? Bitch, you pulled me in here.

  “That’s okay,” I said. “I need to get home and see Bastian.”

  Tina looked over her shoulder at the other girls and laughed.

  “Dear, Bastian’s not home,” Tina said. “We were just watching him a few minutes ago.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “On the TV,” she said.

  “He’s so good,” one of the women said.

  “That man gives an orgasm like you wouldn’t believe,” Nancy added.

  She said it like she’d experienced it herself. My blood began to boil. I wasn’t sure why I’d been invited to this party but I suddenly felt as if I’d been set up, as if pushing me over the edge had been the sole reason for Tina pulling me into the party in the first place.

  Tina had already reached for the remote and turned on the TV. It was already on the right screen. There, on a 55-inch HD screen, my man sat on his knees on a bed. One of his hands was at the small of her back while the other gripped her hair as he lifted up, driving his cock into her as she rode him in the seated position. By her I mean Suzanne, his old pet, the woman who’d warned me Bastian would fuck other women. She was right. He was fucking HER. Her, the exotic goddess I’d seen the day before. She had Pasha already and now she had Bastian. My Bastian.

  “Now that should turn anyone on,” Tina said.

  She handed me something, it looked like a strap on.

  “I’d like you to put that on,” she said, “And fuck Dave. Don’t worry. He’s done it before and he likes it. I want the girls to see how this can liven up the bedroom. When you’re done, I’ll let Dave fuck you as I’m sure you’re going to be horny as all hell.”

  Everyone laughed.

  Like I was caught in some fucked up 80s music video, everyone looked distorted. I’d seen the effect in movies but never thought I’d experience anything like it. Each woman’s face seemed to shoot out at me, with gigantic eyes and ears and chins and lips, and then shrivel up and shrink. The sound of their laughter was like a thousand bees buzzing at my ears.

  On screen, Bastian yanked Suzanne’s hair, snapping her head back. Her lips curled over her clenched teeth as she enjoyed the pain and rode him harder.

  I wanted to vomit. I nearly did.

  “So put that on,” Tina said.

  “Fuck you all,” I said.

  The women seemed to all inhale at the same time in one giant collective gasp.

  “What did you say?” Tina asked.

  “I said fuck you all,” I said.

  I don’t remember leaving Tina’s house and I don’t remember the walk to Suzanne’s house, but I do remember not making it past her living room when Pasha grabbed me and cupped a h
and over my mouth. He held me close to his body.

  “Don’t go in there,” he whispered. “No good can come from it.”

  “He’s fucking her,” I replied.

  “He always does.”

  “Always?”

  I wanted to be angry. I wanted to be evil. I wanted to be Lizzie fucking Borden and wield a motherfucking axe. But I felt deflated, like all my hopes and dreams had seeped from my bellybutton in a wisp of black smoke. My energy had been sucked from my body. Then I was on my knees on the carpet. Pasha joined me and clutched my face closely to his chest. He was there for me, cradling me in his arms.

  “I know,” he said as he stroked my hair. “I know.”

  “He lied to me.”

  “Don’t cry for him.”

  “But he lied to me.”

  “I know. I cried for her too once upon a time.”

  “It hurts,” I said.

  Then I sobbed into his chest. For the first time since entering Erotic Mayberry, I remembered why I’d tried to kill myself not long before. I felt worthless, hopeless, and loveless.

  I told Pasha I was going home but I wasn’t. I was leaving Erotic Mayberry. I didn’t pack bags and I didn’t take anything with me. All the shit I owned belonged to Bastian and most of it had probably once belonged to Suzanne. My life was a sham. I’d read most of the rules and regulations so I knew what I was getting myself into, but I’d hoped Bastian wouldn’t go off and fuck someone else, especially without me involved or even knowing about it. Especially when it was his ex.

  What hurt most was the passion I’d seen on the screen. It was all real. He loved her whether he’d admit it or not. I could see it in his face. He was one hundred percent devoted to the woman. Where did that leave me? It left me walking toward the security gate.

  Bruno was the security guard on duty. I’d met him a few times. He seemed surprised when I walked up to the gate and attempted to breeze right through without saying hello or goodbye.

  “Wait!” he yelled. “Ma’am, I need you to stop. Wait!”

  I wasn’t waiting for anyone. I’d already made it past the dropdown barricade arm when Bruno grabbed my arm in his tight, strong grip and whirled me around to face him.

  “Leave me alone,” I warned him.

  “This is against the rules,” he said. “Please. Don’t break the rules. It’s not good for you.”

  “Fuck this place,” I said, “And fuck the rules.”

  “If I call this in on the radio, you’ll be marked down for bad behavior.”

  “They can mark me down all they want but I’m getting out of here. Now let…me…go…”

  I yanked my arm away and turned to leave again when suddenly I felt a zap and my body went tense before the world went black.”

  Chapter 10

  “Could you have chosen a closer bar?” Tension asked. “My buzz is wearing off.”

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “You’ll be buzzing again in no time at all.”

  As if on cue, The Dive Bar lights came into view. It was one of my favorite places to go even though I rarely went out.

  The parking lot was filled with motorcycles and hot rods.

  “This is your kind of place?” Tension asked.

  “It’s gritty,” I said. “It’s real.”

  “It’s real alright.”

  We parked and didn’t even make it to the door before a burly bald biker walked by, eyed my ass, and commented, “That’s one helluva ride you got there.”

  He was talking to Tension of course and when I looked back to give Tension a warning glance, he fell right into line and replied, “Just tuned her up an hour ago.”

  “Ahahahaha,” the man laughed louder than necessary and slapped Tension on the back.

  “You see what I mean?” I said.

  “Gritty,” Tension agreed.

  The heavy oak door had gnarly gashes and black circles where cigarette butts had been stubbed out on it. On the other side, a hard rock version of The Turtles’ Happy Together blared. I pulled Tension through the door and under the cloud of smoke to a side booth where we could watch all the action but far enough from the center that we wouldn’t immediately become a part of it.

  The music was headed off in a different direction and our angle to the small stage allowed us a low enough volume to be able to talk. After all, I had a story to tell.

  It didn’t take long for one of the trashy waitresses, this one with blonde hair extensions that clashed with the rest of her brown hair. Her pockets hung much lower than the rest of her cut off jean shorts. Instead of a camel toe, the tightness of the shorts gave her more of a soft camel pillow at the center.

  “Handsome,” she called Tension and then turned her attention toward me and said, “Doll. What ya be havin?”

  “You guys do bottles here?” Tension asked.

  “Baby, if you’re paying, we do it,” she replied with a wink.

  Instead of being jealous, I found it amusing. Now she would have done well in Erotic Mayberry. She had the stuff town legends were made of. That thought made me laugh. Like a statue would be erected outside the shopping plaza with this waitress’s mean mug on it.

  “A bottle of Jack then,” he said.

  “And two shots of tequila,” I added.

  She smiled and walked away. Tension grabbed my hand and held it on top of the table. We looked like a young couple in love.

  “You really wanna get fucked up,” Tension said.

  “You have no idea,” I replied. “This story does something to me. It goes so much better with alcohol. Lots of it.”

  “Then bring on the alcohol,” he said.

  This was a great example of why I liked Tension. He’d grown on me since entering my house earlier that day. He was cut and dry, black and white, he liked you or he didn’t, he believed you or he didn’t, he cared about you or he didn’t. He knew you either needed a drink…or you didn’t. No games with him. As a detective, I think he believed he had a strong poker face, a mask capable of hiding his true feelings, but he didn’t. His feelings were easy to interpret. And at that moment he wanted a bottle of Jack and me seated next to him. So I got up and sat next to him, sliding my ass over to nudge him in the traditional “scoot the fuck over so I can sit here too” gesture.

  “This is better,” he said, dropping one hand down to clutch my waist.

  The waitress set a bottle of Jack Daniels down on the table with two glasses. Then she set a shot of tequila down in front of each of us along with a plate packed with salt and two lime slices.

  “Throw a hand in the air if you need anything else,” she said.

  “Will do,” Tension said.

  She passed him another smile and this time I did feel a tad jealous.

  I handed Tension his shot glass and his lime. I licked the spot below my thumb and tossed a pinch of salt on the wet spot.

  “To getting to know someone new,” I said.

  “And finding something new in the process,” he added.

  “Yes, I like that,” I agreed.

  We clinked glasses, I licked my salt, downed my shot, and sucked my lime. Tension watched me with the fascinated look of a young boy getting a new toy. I must have looked like a shiny new plaything he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. He threw his shot down his throat and licked his bottom lip.

  “No salt and lime for you?” I asked.

  “That’s pansy stuff,” he said.

  “How about this?” I said as I sucked on his lime slice, making sure my lips were nice and coated with the juice.

  I pointed at my lips and he knew what I wanted. He slid closer, tilted his mouth slightly, and kissed me softly, letting his tongue cross over my lips to lick the lime away. I squeezed my legs closed again, giving my pussy that pinch I so craved.

  “I don’t think I want to tell you any more of my story,” I said. “Let’s forget E. Mayberry and concentrate on us.”

  His hand rested on my thigh but tightened its grip as it slid upward, his fingers on t
he inside of my leg, until he found my pussy. One finger circled my clit, only my cotton panties there to prevent it from going all the way.

  “Is it strange that knowing you were taken advantage of when you were there makes me want to burn the place to the ground?” he asked.

  He hadn’t heard the rest of the story so he didn’t know the outcome. I realized I really did need to finish it.