Shark Beast
Page 9
Upstairs, in the attic, Luna was insatiable.
After a short break, enough to catch their breaths, enough to recharge their lungs (but not, Hoagie thought sheepishly, much else), she'd climbed on top of Hoagie, and had started at it again.
Hoagie, on his back now, exhausted but, hey--willing naked chick on board-- couldn't believe his luck. He'd always imagined Luna probably looked good in the raw and all--those tight tops of hers sure put thoughts into a guy's head, even if he didn't want them there--but, now, getting a good look in the candlelight--wow.
Sure, that tattoo on her right breast was a little creepy, but, other than that--
Wow.
Luna kept undulating, and muttering, and her breasts just kept swaying, and her hips--
Muttering?
What is she saying--? he wondered, but just for a moment. Almost as if she wanted to change the subject of his unspoken thought, she started grinding her hips in a slightly different, somehow even more seductive manner. Boy, did that send his thoughts spinning.
It just felt... so ... good...
He arched his back, as much as he could, but then--fine--let her do all the work. After all, she was doing pretty good so far. Amazingly good-- heck, let's be honest--shockingly, the best he'd ever had, and he'd had, well, he'd had his share. But nothing like her, like this-- the way she was, well... the whole... how she... just...
Wow.
It was hard to believe-- yes, yes, he knew she had a rockin' body, but man, she usually seemed so utterly, unabashedly (and somewhat proudly)... dumb. And naggy. And a total slob. And the whole "Witches of Downtown Eastwick" thing. And a turbo drama queen. And about a hundred other things she apparently assumed men overlooked because of what she had under her clothes. And most of the time, she was right. But all that--and something else--struck Hoagie unappealing. Not now, of course, obviously, but... uhmmm...
(but?)
(but what?)
(sooo... gooood)
His mind went in and out of focus, occasionally stopping on the odd rebel thought...
How come the candles are all back on...?
Why does the pointer on the stupid magic board underneath me seem to be moving...?
And Luna's eyes.
Why and by what reason how did they all of a sudden seem so--
So--
(so what?)
Luna twisted. And grinded. And rubbed. And--
... so ... good...
And all thoughts, rebel or otherwise, slipped away under a sweet tide of pleasure.
Luna smiled.
He smiled back, loopily. His gaze, foggy but cheerful, travelled over her body... her rockin' bod... down to those big...
Just as the tattoo on her right breast began to--
No.
It couldn't be.
Leaning his head up, squinting, he stared. Wait, it does seem to be--
Nah, mused Hoagie finally, with a sleaze-intoxicated grin. It just looks like that in the light. Still, it did look like it--
Luna swiveled, and that was it for any coherent thoughts in Hoagie's brain. His hands rose, and grabbed those big breasts, and began to squeeze. And twist. And this and that and...
Wow.
~~~
In the shadows of the ever-brightening candles... for a million different secret reasons...
...some good... some bad...
...and one really, really bad...
Luna just smiled.
~ ~ FOURTEEN ~ ~
Out In The Cold, Cold Waters:
ROCKS
D. J. took a quick look over his shoulder, hoping against hope that they'd lucked out, that maybe this was the spot where--
Yes.
There it was.
Roxy saw what he was looking at. She shook her head--no--you'll never make it--we'll never make it--but there was no energy in her opposition.
She knew they had no choice.
So D. J. tightened his hold on Roxy--and she rewarded this effort with a kiss--and that was more than enough to give him the burst he needed... to slowly... step back ... into the cold waves of the ocean.
D. J. was up to his knees, splashing backwards when the shark beast suddenly looked up from its Hooters meal straight at him.
"He sees what you're doing," whispered Roxy. Not in a nagging way, just in a that's-the-way-it-is way.
"I know, I know," D. J. whispered, not taking his eyes of the strange hungry creature that wasn't taking its eyes of them. "Tell me something new, like how far are we from the...thing?"
Roxy turned her head, dully. The "thing" was a little island of three rocks or so, sticking out of the waters about 50 feet away from them.
It was the little island of rocks that had inspired the t-shirt Hoagie had worn, and his band name, as well.
"Kinda close, kinda far," was all Roxy said, with a weary sigh.
D. J. kept slowly edging backwards. Up to his waist in water at this point.
"Kinda helpful, kinda not," he said, giving her a quick look. It lasted about a second, that look, but a lot of things swirled through D. J.'s mind in that instant. It was like his life suddenly flashed before his eyes--but not the one he'd had, instead the one he could have had--with Roxy--if only he'd have acted earlier, not wasted so much time, if only--
(what were you waiting for--?)
But then, now-- SNAP -- his full attention back to the shark beast, which was perking up on its hind legs, glaring at them from the beach.
"Well," D. J. mused quietly, thoughts of another life slipping off with the waves, as he kept wading backwards. "It's obvious that thing can crawl underground. And with that fin it's obvious it can probably swim ... the question is..."
Kept easing back.
The shark beast kept perking; glaring.
"... how fast can it swim?"
Roxy sighed, and nuzzled close, wrapping her arms around his neck, and then, with absolutely no touch of panic or fear in her voice, said, vaguely, "Think we're about to find out."
And with that, the shark beast emitted a loud angry hiss, spewing mist and blood into the night, clamped its jaws together tightly (after first spitting out some unchewed Hooters remains), and then, preening back, started gnashing its fangs together violently--
--clickCLICKclickCLICKclick--
And like some mad dog after a lame rabbit, burst forward in a cloud of virulent beach sand, and came barreling toward the water.
--clickclickCLICKclickCLICK--
"Time to ru-unn," Roxy said in a tiny sing-song voice, burying her face in D. J.'s chest, as she prepared to let whatever was going to happen, happen.
And what happened was--
D. J. choked and wobbled, then spun around and made his own mad dash for the kinda close kinda far little island of rock out in the sloshing waves.
He was up to his chest in cold swirling water, when he heard the angry splash behind him.
~ ~ ~
Roxy was humming.
It was a nice song, a very pleasant easy tune.
D. J. focused on it, focused on it very hard, holding her tight, leaning his ear to her, so he could hear...
Roxy was humming.
She held him close, her head soft against his cheek. It was right there and then--it just popped out of nowhere, this incongruous thought, but there it was:
I'm going to marry this girl.
Followed almost immediately by another:
If we survive.
Roxy kept humming.
~ ~ ~
He didn't want to acknowledge it--after all, the concept of time in moments of panic and stress--who could keep track? But he couldn't shake the feeling, irrational or otherwise: that thing... it's been in the water forever--it has to be behind us--it has to be right there--
(she's the one, you know)
(Many attempt, but few reach...)
He kept pushing through the freezing late night waves.
Roxy kept humming.
~ ~ FIFTEEN ~ ~
In The Water, Up The In
cline:
THE BALLAD OF
D. J. & Roxy
He felt the water rolling.
Heart bursting, breath staggering, D. J. pushed onward, up to his shoulders in salt and foam and waves, then, suddenly, pushing his way up an incline, approaching the tiny rock island.
That thing has to be right behind us.
It's been hours since it splashed in the water after us! Days! Years--! DECADES--!
Then, D. J. noticed something odd:
Roxy had stopped humming.
"I love y--"
They were three feet away from the island of rock.
~ ~ EPILOGUE ~ ~
A Week Later
A sign, at the far edge of the dune.
PARROT'S COVE
BEACH
Will Be Closed Until Further Notice
We Apologize for the inconvenience.
Someone had scratched out the word "inconvenience" and replaced it with a crooked red scrawl that read "SHARK BEEEST."
Other than that, it was a beautiful day.
-- THE END --
And now...FREE "SHARK BEAST 2" SNEAK PEEK
Enjoy a bonus "taste" of the raging "Shark Beast" sequel ...
"Shark Beast 2: Paranormal Sharkitivity"
-- this time, a young and sexy band of film-makers make a quickie Sci-Fi style "Shark Beast" exploitation movie, on the very beach the attacks happened one year earlier.
Distracted by the sexy behind-the-scenes movie hijinx, they don't notice the REAL shark beast is about to make a guest appearance...
SHARK BEAST 2:
PARANORMAL SHARKITIVITY
by RUSS COOPER
~ ~ ~( Bonus Sneak Peek ) ~ ~ ~
Tentacle ONE
Two Brave, Horny Teens
They kissed.
A lot.
"I don't think we should do this."
"Oh, c'mon. It'll be fun."
~ ~ ~
Kali pulled her bikini top back in place.
She thought about stalking off; not seriously, of course -- just pretending to. Making him, she didn't know, jealous or something. That would show him. Theoretically. She didn't, of course. After all, he was sooo good-looking...
So: they kissed.
Then a little bit more.
Then a whole lot more.
Under Steve's bikini-grabbing, lip-kissing guidance, they stepped over the NO TRESPASSING wire, and stumbled over onto the restricted part of the beach.
~ ~ ~
"I don't think we should do this," she said, even as he removed her bikini top.
"Oh, c'mon. It'll be fun."
~ ~ ~
"I don't know ... I feel frightened," Kali whispered, "I mean, if we're going to do it" -- and obviously, they were -- "let's go back, get a room, or the back of your car, even..."
"You're scared?" he laughed, guiding her clumsily but persistently toward the sparkling water. "Being out here late at night all alone?" His expression, abruptly demented now, eyes poisoned, perverse and sly. "Then I guess you know ... 'The Story,' huh?"
(Working on her bikini bottoms now.)
"The Story...?" she said, shivering. Shivering. Not because of the cool night waters ebbing around her ankles, her legs, her thighs -- no. Shivering for a whole new set of reasons she wasn't sure she wanted to find out about.
He paused, just for a moment, wicked fun in his grin.
"It was a year ago, this com-iiing Halloween," he suddenly moaned in a movie announcer voice, "eleven months and one day ago this very night, when a strange, unbelievable creature in these very waters went wild, and took a half-dozen good citizens to the bloody depths--"
"Oh, come on, be nice," she whimpered, the waters rushing around her back. Shivering now, shivering. A lot.
"-- in this very town, this promenade, this boardwalk villa, Halloween came bearing teeth and jaws and tentacles. Bearing hard. It was a wild, terri-frrying night, that started and ended as quickly as it began, not to be seen hide nor... tentacle ... again."
He leaned in, close enough to withhold a kiss.
"Not seen since that horr-rrible evening, by this very sea, beneath these very waters. But ... one year later ... on the anniversary of those crazed events ... would it, could it, come back? Two brave horny teens ... were about ... to find out...!"
She didn't like this. Didn't like it at all. Nothing but shivers now -- felt like she should just get up and go, get away-- for real, no pretending --
~ ~ ~
"I don't think we should do this," she whispered, one more time, but it was, of course, well past that point.
~ ~ ~
So, they kissed.
And kissed some more.
~ ~ ~
"Oh, c'mon. It'll be fun," he said, almost in a mocking voice.
This time, though:
She didn't say anything.
~ ~ ~
Like she was barely breathing, even, or something. It took him a long time to notice that, but eventually, even a good-looking guy like Steve comes around. Obviously -- this is him deducing -- obviously, she'd decided to just lay there and let him have his fun but act all like she was doing him some favor -- or, you know, something -- whatever --
Man, who could figure out these girls?
Who really bothered to figure them out?
Though he did finally feel a bit of a shiver himself -- a small one -- when the ocean splattered kind of sticky on his chest, and then -- she pinched him?
(Finally! Naughty girl!)
He looked down to see -- (red) -- in the middle of her chest --
(red?)
(red)
-- in the middle of her chest -- poking out of it, actually -- boring out of her chest, was what looked like --
(giant worm? snake?)
(red! lots of it!)
Nope.
Yep.
-- a tentacle.
~ ~ ~
Took a minute --
--but good-looking Steve, he came around.
He gasped.
He choked.
Then started bawling.
~ ~ ~
-- her arms (what) were at her sides (how odd) bobbing in the ebb and flow of the frothy, bloody-crimson splashing waters. So what was (confused now) wrapped around him (panic rising) holding him in a clinch--?
(no sense no sense at--)
He never found out.
The tentacles tightened on him so hard and fast his ribs cracked and his brain went fuzzy and (jolt) the tentacle boring out of his girlfriend's chest went (hello! goodbye!) boring straight through the side of his head.
He didn't scream.
He didn't anything.
Bye, Stevie.
~ ~ ~
The two bodies left long, sluggish drag marks in the beach, as they slipped away into the waters, leaving only a bikini and dimming, swirling trails of blood.
~ ~ ~
Eleven months and one day ago this very night...
Shark Beast was back.
Tentacle TWO
Meet The Girls
14 days later.
~ ~ ~
The first of the girls to arrive were, as promised, spectacular.
College girls -- junior college girls, actually -- from the local drama department, three hotties strutting (or trying to) awkwardly out of the back of the dune buggy. Mike recognized their types right away -- sigh -- mentally ticking down the college drama chick list of stereotypes sighted and confirmed...
First, ahhh, yes... the Blonde Ingenue. The 'usta be'. As in -- used to be prom queen, used to be head cheerleader, used to be homecoming princess ... usta be on and on until whoops-boomshakalaka -- high school graduation, the 12-year princess party over, done! Time to find something in junior college to replace all that lost LOOK AT ME attention suddenly gone bye-bye ... so, voila, hello drama department.
(Vital Stats: Very breasty. Lots of suspicious highlights. Usually had a name spelled with more vowels than you'd normally expect.)
Meet Brit
nee.
Next out of the dune bug, Cute But Oooh Sooo Angry Punk Chick. Something in her childhood happened you don't want to know about. Which she would never tell you anyway. Which, in a way, works out for everyone because, man -- you don't want to know. Very sexy-looking -- or would be, if not for that punky haircut, those -- of course -- obligatory, oh-so-predictably-"radical" tattoos, and the whole I might be a lesbian so what's it to you dude! vibe she's got going. If she had any talent she'd be in the art department, if she could sing she'd be in some contentious indie band, but, lucky you, she's right splat in the middle of the drama department. When she's not working both sides of the counter at Hot Topic, of course.
(Vital Stats: Surprisingly well-built and fashionable for somebody who supposedly doesn't give a crap. Beautiful eyes. Usually totin' a name that sounds like one of those bands from the Seventies with the album covers filled with bearded mushrooms and elves playing bass to an audience of unicorns.)
Meet Alysia.
And thirdly -- oooh, there she is. The rarest of them all -- the really real "drama student" drama student. The one who's actually heard of David Mamet. The one who takes the whole theatre experience seriously. A little too seriously. Oh, who's kidding who -- she takes it so seriously she makes you want to pull a little David Mamet on her. And you probably would, except -- she's so hot. Of course she is, all drama chicks are, they're crazy, damaged, mixed up, overly suspicious, freakishly vengeful and madder than the Joker on a box of Froot Loops -- but they're all so ... freakin' ... hot. "Normal" and "smokin'" never seem to go together, unfortunately.
(Vital Stats: Very mysterious. Odd but surprisingly sexy glasses. Transfixingly raven-haired. The creamiest (if somewhat pale) skin you'll ever see. Usually has a name from any other period of history aside from whatever's the current one.)
Meet Katherina.
"I don't think we should do this," Mike muttered, as the three smokin' hot drama chicks stretched and yawned next to the dune buggy, then -- after another take a niiice long look, boys pose -- headed toward the front porch of the large beach house.