by Jane Price
“Scuffed my shoe. Can you believe it?” He laughed and pulled the gun back out from his pants. With his right hand he reached inside his coat and pulled out a long, cylindrical object and awkwardly screwed it onto the barrel of the gun.
Without looking he aimed the gun back at Marty and emptied the magazine into him. Rachel recoiled in fear, expecting a loud noise but was greeted by the airy “thwip” of a suppressed gun. After the gun clicked a few times, Jimmy turned around to look at Marty’s lifeless corpse. He chuckled softly to himself and began to unscrew the silencer from the gun.
“A gun without a suppressor is much more intimidating, but unrealistic in today’s ‘see something, say something’ mentality.” He releases the empty magazine and replaces it with another he was carrying in his jacket. “Now, you’re not going to say anything are you?” Rachel began to shake her head and stammered out a response.
“Why would I? I didn’t see anything.” Jimmy laughed and closed the short distance between them. His right hand came out of his pocket and Rachel noticed that his thumb was missing. The four fingered hand caressed the small of her back and steadied her shaking. He began to lead her back into the bar, but she just stammered while looking at the body. Jimmy looked back over his shoulder at it and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got people for that. Let’s get you a drink.” Rachel looked back over her shoulder as Jimmy led her back inside and she saw two portly men step out of the shadows, dressed in similar suits to Jimmy, but much cheaper. They each grabbed Marty’s arms and legs and began to carry him down the alley to a parked car that had the trunk open and waiting. She could feel her legs shake as she stepped through the door that Jimmy held open for her. If she hadn’t been so scared she might have been more cautious of the symbolism.
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As Rachel reached the bar stool she collapsed onto it. Her boss, a short Italian man who had a slight drinking problem, started to speak asking her what had taken so long, “it was only garbage after all,” but upon seeing Jimmy he stopped speaking. Jimmy stared the man down and Rachel watched as her boss, a man who had always intimidated her, put his hands up in a sign of defeat.
“Mr. Scaletti, why not get myself and the lady a drink.” Jimmy reached across the bar and lifted two clean glasses out from behind it and placed them in front of himself and Rachel. “On the house of course.” Jimmy smiled and placed his hand on Rachel’s shoulder who was still shaking slightly. Jimmy felt her shaking and called for Mr. Scaletti, who was reaching for a bottle of vodka. “Hey, I said on the house. Top shelf whiskey, please. What do I look like, some kind of Russian whore?”
“Of course not, One Thum-I mean, Jimmy.” Mr. Scaletti walked back to the whiskeys and reached up to the top of the bar and pulled down a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. He opened it gingerly and poured about two fingers worth of it into each glass. He turned and went to put the bottle away, but Jimmy’s hand snatched out and caught his wrist. Mr. Scaletti’s eyes pleaded to let him go, but Jimmy didn’t seem to care much for what he wanted. They stood locked like this for a few awkward moments until Rachel’s boss’ hand loosened and he placed the bottle back onto the bar.
“Ah, that’s a good man. I’ll be sure that this will be remembered.” Jimmy raised his glass and looked at Rachel so that she would do the same. She felt awkward about it, still uncomfortable by how this stranger so confidently walked all over the man who had tormented her life for the better part of a year. His frustrations with the state of the finances fueled by his unwillingness to not drink from his own till. Not to mention he just killed a man right in front of her.
However, Jimmy had given her this, so she should take the victory. They clinked their glasses together and each sipped on the whiskey. “So, tell me Mr. Scaletti, what could my,” Jimmy searched for the word, “employer do for you to repay this kindness?” Mr. Scaletti, who had been absently cleaning a glass trying not to think about how expensive the bottle was, stumbled over his words. Rachel didn’t know what came over her, she wasn’t a light weight, but something about Jimmy and the whiskey made her feel confident.
“Don’t stutter, Mr. S it’s unbecoming. Jimmy asked a question.” Jimmy laughed out loud and Mr. Scaletti stared at her with his mouth open. Jimmy reached over and kissed Rachel on the cheek playfully and continued to laugh as two men, the same two men that Rachel recognized from outside, walked in the front door. They went to go take a seat in the corner, away from everyone else, but Jimmy called out to them.
“Boys, Rachel over here is taking a shit on Mr. Scaletti.” The two men laugh wildly and decide to sit at the bar with Jimmy and Rachel. “It’s like she’s already part of the gang, eh?” Jimmy kissed her on the cheek again and Rachel lifted her glass to her lips. She shot back the remaining whiskey without breaking eye contact with her boss, now former boss she had to assume, and poured herself another glass.
She had made a lot of mistakes when it came to men, but this was the first bad decision that seemed to have any real perks.
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Rachel bowed out at some point after the fourth or fifth glass of whiskey. She wasn’t quite sure what she had said to Mr. Scaletti, but she knew that it had gotten a big laugh from the bar. Apparently either Jimmy or his two men had called and told other people that they needed to come and hang out at his bar and everyone seemed to love making jokes at Mr. Scaletti’s expense. Rachel had a lot of material to work from and a lot of the jokes were pretty deep, personal cuts. She would have to call and make sure that he was okay.
Until then though, she found herself being driven home by Jimmy. Rachel was shocked to find that for a man that she had just witnessed kill another man, he was oddly charming. He was kind as well and gentle when it mattered. He helped her to the car and he even had one of his sober friends drive. She had told him it was only a few blocks but he had insisted and she was in no state to say otherwise. So, when they arrived home she had sobered up enough to make the next decision. The decision to invite him up.
The way she saw it, she was jobless at this point. There is no way Mr. Scaletti would let her live that down and honestly she wouldn’t want to go back to that hell hole even if he was okay with it. Rachel was a fighter and knew that she needed something, or someone, to keep her on her feet till she could find a new job. Who better than the man that everyone in your neighborhood fears? So, Rachel invited him up and made an evening of it.
Rachel led him up the stairs and Jimmy held on to her as they walked. Not to guide her, but rather it seemed like he couldn’t take his hands off of her. Every time they reached a new landing he would rush up the last steps so that they were even and he would press into her, his pants already bulging a bit. Rachel was tipsy and more playful than usual, but she had a feeling that this was going to be easy.
They reached the door and as Rachel fumbled with the lock and keys, Jimmy began to muzzle into her neck, kissing and biting at her ear. When he did it the first time a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her body and seemingly knocked the keys out of her hand. They both laughed as she bent down to pick them up, doing so slowly so that her ass pressed against his crotch firmly. Jimmy moaned and moved his hands to her hips where he forced her into him a bit more and he squeezed her hips.
Rachel stood back up and placed her keys inside the lock as Jimmy’s hands slid from her waist up to her stomach and tits. As his hands cupped around them she felt a difference in the hands, but opened the door and stepped through into her apartment. Jimmy followed in after her but let go so that he could look at her humble abode. He tisked under his breath as he walked around her modest studio apartment.
“This won’t do. Not for my girl.” Jimmy quickly walked around and noticed the different things Rachel was using as furniture. Rachel had never minded cutting corners so that she could take in the finer things, like booze and the occasional meal out. This had meant that instead of a coffee table she had a plank of wood that was held up by a few cinder blocks. Her couch wa
s the fold out futon that she had used when she was in college. Her bed was even her bed that she had grown up in through the better part of her life.
“I know it’s not much, Jimmy, but it’s mine, you know?” Jimmy turned to face Rachel and smiled. He walked across the room, kicking a few dirty clothes out of the way as he did so and embraced her. His hands wavered on her waist and he leaned in to kiss her. After a moment of passionately kissing, he pulled away and walked towards the bed.
“I understand darling, but now you’re mine. So you will have better.” Rachel didn’t like the way he had phrased it, but thought that arguing right before they had sex for the first time wouldn’t be the best way to keep him around.
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Jimmy reached the bed first and pulled Rachel in close, tossing her onto the bed. He stood above her and slowly removed his suit jacket. Rachel moved to start unbuttoning her own shirt but Jimmy held up a finger for her to stop. She followed his order and let her hands fall back onto the bed, each at her side. Jimmy paused and then continued to unfasten his own belt.
He slid the belt out from the loops and held it between his hands. Rachel had always wanted to be the submissive one in a relationship. She had always gotten involved with rough men who loved to be frisky, but once she got them in bed they seemed to forget how spank. The way Jimmy held that belt said that he had a pretty good idea of how to use it.
Jimmy walked around to the side of the bed and motioned for Rachel to come towards him. Playing along, she flipped over so that she was on her hands and knees and began to crawl towards him. The smile that creeped across his face told her everything she needed to know. She was pushing all the right buttons. She pouted her lips as she slithered across his lap so that her ass was prominently sitting just over his thighs. Jimmy reached around under her and unfastened her belt, gently pulling her pants along down with it.
So, Rachel sat with her ass hanging out over Jimmy’s knee. He curled the belt in his hand to that he had a good angle at it and rained down the first few blows. It caught Rachel by surprise, his belt landing across the meat of her ass, causing it to jiggle wildly. The next caught her right in between the butt and thigh and made her yelp out slightly. Jimmy stopped and leaned down so that his lips were next to her ear.
“Quiet darling, you don’t want me to have to add more spanks do you?” He finished this by nibbling her ear slightly causing Rachel to moan quietly. With his free hand, Jimmy reached out and placed his thumb in her mouth. Rachel bit down on it firmly and began to suck. She began to feel a bit of movement under her stomach and had a good feeling she was in for a long night. Without warning he started again, this time making contact only with her ass.
She moaned as the blows landed and bit his thumb a bit harder when each one made contact. She could feel her ass getting warmer, welts obviously forming across her porcelain skin. She felt Jimmy’s cock growing with each one and allowed her moaning to become a bit louder. After about ten spanks he stopped and snapped his fingers, pointing towards the floor. Rachel worked in a bar and was used to the obnoxious drunk snapping his fingers at her, but this was something different. She needed it more.
Rolling off his lap she knelt in front of him like an eager pet, waiting for her next command. She looked up into his eyes and saw that he was enjoying himself and liked to be in control. He motioned down at his crotch and upon looking down she saw that his dick was tenting up his pants so thoroughly it seemed like they might just tear. She reached forward with both hands, deftly unbuckling his belt and pants and waited as he raised up slightly allowing her to pull them off to the floor.
When she came back up from pulling them down she came face to face with his dick, which was completely erect. Without needing a command she began to lick his cock, first beginning with his balls. She placed each ball in her mouth and suckled on them, her tongue rolling them around, drenching them in her saliva. Jimmy kept his head still as he watched her, the smile still pasted on his face.
She moved from his balls to his shaft and began to lick the base of his dick. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue and listened as Jimmy started to moan slightly. He had kept pretty still up to that point, but her skill with her tongue was undeniable and there wasn’t much that he could do to help himself. She licked up his dick until she reached the head and, while making eye contact with Jimmy, slid down on top of it.
She began to deep throat his dick and listened as his moans grew louder and more passionate. Saliva dripped from his dick and Rachel moaned along with him as she sucked him off. She raised her hands up off the floor and began to stroke his shaft with one hand, cupping his balls in the other. Jimmy’s head began to tilt back, his eyes closing, but in a flash of motion he grabbed the back of her head and forced it down onto his cock harder.
Rachel let out a small gag, which only made Jimmy hold with more force. Spit escaped her mouth and cascaded down his dick. Her eyes watered and Jimmy looked down at her with a smile on his face, his mouth opening with a long moan. There’s eyes locked he noticed the look in her eyes and gently released her, allowing her to catch her breath. With a gasp she took a moment to center herself.
“Was that okay,” Jimmy whispered quietly. Rachel nodded without saying anything, still trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell, a mix of cum, spit, and tears slowly dripping down onto her shirt. Jimmy kicked off his shoes and let his pants fall completely off so that he was standing in only his shirt and socks. Rachel leaned back allowing him to stand up. Surprisingly graceful he lifted her to her feet and sat her down on the edge of the bed where he had just been sitting.
As she caught her breath Jimmy began to unbutton her shirt and pulled her pants off completely, the entire time kissing her neck. Rachel was completely naked by the time Jimmy held out his hands and laid her back on the bed. Her tits fell slightly to the sides as he kissed down along her body. Pausing at each nipple to lick and suck gently. He spent a few moments on her stomach, kissing and licking, causing goosebumps to shoot across her body.
As Jimmy reached her pussy he stood up, lifting her legs with him. He held them so that they were together, her pussy lips were pushed together, and he slowly lowered himself towards her, his erect cock leading the way. It reached her moist snatch and the tip began to spread her lips. Rachel moaned out in pleasure as he gently continued, his dick parting her and sliding inside. She screamed out his name as he moved fully inside her, the shaft of his cock had disappeared in her tight pussy.
So, with her feet held up together, her hands clinging to the bed sheets, he began to thrust. He started out slowly but as Rachel got wetter and wetter his dick began to slide much more easily. Jimmy fell into a rhythm and placed her toes in his mouth. Rachel had never had that done and had no idea how great that it had felt. She has always avoided foot play but there was something so intriguing about the way it made her body contort and tingle.
Jimmy sucked on her toes for a few moments, his dick thrusting further and further inside her until she was screaming his name. Unlike before when he was spanking her, he didn’t tell her to quiet down. He got more aggressive and continued to fuck her harder. With his free hand he reached down, her legs still up, and he started to spank her again. With each thrust and spank Rachel would let out a loud yelp, causing Jimmy to hit her harder.
After a few minutes her ass was bright red and a number of handprints overlapped creating an interesting mural. Jimmy then let her legs fall and shifted Rachel so that she was face down. He grabbed her hands and held them behind her back, her face falling into the sheets because she couldn’t hold herself up. He propped one leg up beside her and with his free hand slid his dick back inside her.
Immediately, Rachel felt herself cum, her cum mixing with everything else only making the penetration that much easier and pleasurable. Jimmy rubbed her clit until her body spasmed for a few seconds, his fingers drenched. Rachel could feel her eyes watering, but couldn’t rub them because Jimmy was using her hands behind her own back
as leverage and a handhold. Jimmy then deftly took his thumb, currently slippery covered in cum and saliva, and began to tease her asshole.
The tip of his finger slid in at first and Rachel moaned loudly. She had experimented with anal before but only with people she had been together with for many years. Rachel didn’t stop him though as he pressed his finger further inside. Her mouth opened and she tried to let out a scream, but there was nothing left to give as Jimmy fucked her from behind, his thumb teasing and probing her asshole.
Within a few minutes of doing this Rachel had cum more than four times, her body unsure how to handle this influx of pleasure. Jimmy slowed for a moment and paused, but quickly pulled out. With his dick in one hand he snapped with the other and Rachel, without thinking, crawled to the floor and waited, mouth open and eyes staring up at him. He stroked himself a few times and a geyser of cum erupted from his cock. Rachel kneeled and moaned loudly with him as the warm jizz flowed down the back of her throat.