by I N Foggarty
“It’s Monday night,” the man replied. Matt watched him signal another one of the servers. “Most people have spent all their money over the past three nights. Now they have to work a week before they can come out to play again.”
Matt groaned inside when he saw that the girl on her way over was the one whose ass he had just ogled.
“Evening fellas,” she said in a high-pitched voice. She chewed a second then blew a pink bubble. She grinned at Matt as it burst and she sucked it back into her mouth seductively. “I’m Candy.” She smiled again and indicated the candy cane striped pattern of her lingerie. “What can I getcha?”
“Two shots of bourbon,” the man answered before Matt could close his mouth let alone say anything.
“Sure thing, Handsome.” She then turned to Matt and flashed him a grin again. “If you like what you see maybe I can get you something else?”
“No… No thanks,” Matt stammered when she bent down over him and gave him a perfect view of her cleavage.
“Well if you change your mind…” she began, leaning in until her lips were almost touching his ear. “I’ll be here all night. This one’s on the house,” she whispered. She nibbled his earlobe then kissed him on the cheek. Laughing to herself, she gently sauntered away to retrieve their drinks, her ass wiggling with each step.
He knew his face had turned the colour of Anna’s hair and he felt a bulge in his pants form. He could just imagine what she would do to him if she found out he had been here. His balls would probably join Dylan’s in her rucksack.
“Wish she would give me a freebie,” the man grunted while Matt caught his breath. “Candy’s a right tease. Although quite popular with the fellow we’re hoping to meet if memory serves.”
“Why do you think he’ll show up here tonight?” Matt said, desperately trying to divert the conversation and his gaze away from the stripper.
“Our man’s a tight-fisted bastard and Monday night is discount night,” the drunkard replied. “If you empty the pockets of most of your punters over the weekend, you have to do something to try and keep business going till the next one.”
It made sense Matt thought. He could only hope the man in question was in the mood tonight. As he mulled it over Candy came back and placed her tray down on the table. Bending over so that her assets were once more on show for him to see, she slowly lifted the glasses from the tray. Placing the drunkards down beside him, she then slid Matt’s slowly over the tabletop with her pinkie. Some of the liquid sloshed slightly and a drop somehow bounced up onto her delicate finger. She raised her head to look at him and then elaborately placed the tip of the pinkie into her mouth and sucked. After a second of moving her finger in and out of her lips, she winked at him. Part of her long blonde hair slid down over her left eye.
“I think she likes you, Matty boy,” the man grunted at him before picking up his drink to sniff.
Candy gave him a wicked smile and picked up the tray. “Later, Matty.” She skipped off.
In an attempt to occupy his fist he took hold of the glass. “Thanks for that. And I don’t like bourbon.” He looked at the drink. “Hang on a minute. Why did she even serve me? Or let me stay in the first place?”
“I already told you, Matty. If you empty the pockets of all your punters over the weekend you have to do something to keep the till full. Besides, she’s maybe trying to recruit you. Some men pay top dollar for boys your age… women too for that matter,” the man replied.
Matt shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from the glass, “URGH!”
For half an hour, the pair sat in silence. Every time Candy passed she would flutter her lashes at him or make some other sort of suggestive gesture. Each time it happened the hobo laughed to himself. Causing Matt to drink the bourbon out of spite. It had burned the back of his throat when it went down but he ensured he showed no sign of it. Lest he give the man beside him something else to laugh at. As time wore on different girls appeared at different poles and danced for the meagre tithe of the few patrons.
“Bingo,” the man then said suddenly as Matt caught himself watching candy twist her body around the pole nearest them.
He shook his head. “Huh.”
“That’s our fellow right there,” the man said and nodded towards the door. “And he’s brought some company.”
Matt turned to look at the door and saw three people walk away from it towards the back of the room. “Which one is he?”
“The fat one.”
“Good,” Matt replied motioning to stand. A second later a sharp pain shot up his leg from his foot. The man had stood on it, and hard.
“And just where do you think you’re going, Matty boy?” the man said firmly, not bothering to lift his foot.
He glowered at the hobo, his foot beginning to throb. “What do you think… get off.”
“First off, Kid, you don’t know the plate number.” Matt struggled to free his foot as the man chastised him. “Secondly, you don’t know this guy or how to talk to him. And thirdly… In fact, there’s no need for thirdly, or secondly for that matter. Now I’m going for a piss and when I come back I’ll go talk to him.”
The pressure on Matt’s foot vanished and he was left cursing as the man left the table. He wiggled his toes to try to restore the feeling in them. Looking out across the room he realised that the three men had disappeared from view. Though tempted to go and look for the man himself the hobo was right in that he did not know the plate number and so could do very little if he found him. A few moments later and the man returned. Matt’s temper bubbled when he saw Candy beside him.
“Right, Matty boy,” he said with a crooked smile. “Here’s how this is gonna work. I’m gonna go over there and have a word with Mr Yates. And you’re going to sit here and keep Candy company for me.”
Matt looked up at him in horror and Candy gave him a seductive smile. “Like hell, I’m staying here!” He motioned to stand up but before he could so much as get his ass out of the chair, the man stomped down on his foot again. “Son of a…”
Next second he felt a hand on his chest and then found himself pressed up against the back of the chair. He felt a loop of metal encircle his wrist and the hobo stepped away from him. “What the fuck,” he yelled but quickly found himself cut off by Candy, who straddled herself over him.
“Have you been a bad boy, Matty?” Candy whispered seductively in his ear. “I know just what to do with bad boys.”
“Leave me alone,” Matt exclaimed, pulling at what he now saw was a handcuff on his right wrist. Both it and the metal arm of the chair were solidly built.
“Do you not want to play with Candy?” The striper pouted, almost sounding offended. “I’ll soon change your mind.”
A shiver ran down his spine as Candy dragged her teeth softly down his earlobe. Pushing him to the back of the chair, she stood up and began slowly twisting her body around in front of him. His member throbbed in the front of his jeans when she slowly began squeezing her breasts. Like most guys he knew, he was not a complete stranger to this sort of show. He may only have dabbled in a few internet sites, dirty magazines and some of Dylan’s stash of videos but he would bet he was one of the few to have experienced it first-hand.
When Candy sensually removed her bra and began lightly circling her large brown nipples Matt ceased struggling. Neither handcuff nor chair would likely give way so he might as well enjoy the show. So long… He gasped. Candy had slid onto his lap and started rubbing her red and white panties up against his lumpy jeans.
“Aww isn’t that cute,” she giggled, placing her forearms against the wall and resting her palms on top of his head.
Slowly she began to rub her whole body up and down against him. Matt’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the arms of the chair and tried to regain control of himself. With one final upward thrust, Candy allowed her body to slither down all the way to the floor. Matt let out a sigh of relief. If she had not stopped when she did, it would not have been long before he had lo
st control entirely and popped. He breathed heavily, his heart thundering in a manner that he typically only felt after a morning run or a game. Yes, a Game… think of the ice…
“Having fun yet?” Candy asked, sliding her arms all the way down his legs. Matt did not answer. If ever there existed a case for pleading the fifth this was it. He closed his eyes, the Ice, the puck. Coach yelling at him to get focused.
“Let’s see how much fun you’re having shall we?” She rubbed him again and he let loose a whoosh of breath leaving him feeling like he had been winded. As her hands travelled lower, he felt a bubble of panic. He screwed up his eyes… Coach yelling at him to get focused…. she pinned his free hand to his side and slowly began to unbutton his jeans… Coach yelling while NAKED... the zip came down… Coach naked and pole dancing!
“Sorry, Candy, play times up,” the gruff voice of the old drunkard said loudly from out of nowhere. He had only met the man earlier that day but he would never have imagined that he would actually have been glad to see him.
“Aww,” Candy pouted as she stood up. “You said I had at least fifteen minutes to play with him.”
“Yeah and I thought it would take fourteen minutes for old Yatesie to recognise me,” the man replied. He un-cuffed Matt’s wrist from the chair. “Maybe next time, Candy.”
This time Matt managed to get to his feet unopposed. He quickly re-buttoned his trousers and stretched his limbs off. An ache from his groin made him hiss through his teeth but neither the drunkard nor the stripper seemed to notice.
“Now be a good girl and go and use the rest of the time I hired you for to take Mr Yates off to your room as an apology to him from me.” He then turned to Matt “We’re leaving, Matty boy.”
With no complaints, Matt hurriedly followed the man towards the door. Although not before receiving a hard spank on his left butt cheek from behind. “Maybe I’ll get to play with you next time you naughty boy.”
A shiver ran down his spine at the thought and Matt quickened his pace to catch up with the hobo and leave Heaven and Hell behind him. Outside, the cool night air helped relieve his senses. As blood slowly began to return to its normal places, he addressed the man.
“So who does the van belong to? Where is Anna?” For the umpteenth time that evening, the hobo said nothing and continued to walk away from him. Infuriated Matt raced to catch up. “Who does the van belong to?
“No idea,” the man replied offhandedly.
“Wait a minute, what!” Matt exclaimed, cutting in front of the man.
With ease, he found himself sidestepped again. “Like I said. I don’t have a Scooby who owns that van.”
“What!” Desperately he tried to block the man’s path once more. “Why not?”
“Mr Yates remembered me and wouldn’t talk.”
“Then I’ll go back in there and make him talk.” It was Matt’s turn to try and brush passed the other man. Only an arm shot out like an iron bar and blocked his path.
“Hold your horses there, Matty boy.”
“Why?” he demanded as the man blocked his second effort to head back inside by taking hold of his t-shirt.
“Look just calm down, Kid. We’ll be going back in to make Mr Yates talk but not through the front door.”
Matt gave him a confused look. Whatever sort of answer he had been expecting, that had not been it. “What do you mean by that?”
“Think of it this way, Matty boy. Candy and her co-workers aren’t exactly all looks and no action kind of strippers. If you catch my drift.”
“I kind of gathered that,” Matt replied bitterly. His erection might have settled down but he could still feel the itch for an orgasm.
“Well as you may have noticed, that place looks a lot smaller than it should.” Matt nodded. He’d made that observation when they had first stepped inside. “That’s because it has a lot of cosy little rooms in the back. These rooms to be exact.” The man pointed to a line of windows at the back of a building and Matt finally realised that they had walked round in a circle and ended up in a parking lot at the back of Heaven and Hell. “Now in a couple of minutes, our good friend Mr Yates is going to be taken into that room there…” He pointed to a window that had thick black curtains covering it. “…by a certain stripper that you were getting nice and cosy with.”
Matt looked at him dumbstruck. Everything that had happened since they had entered the club starting to make sense. “If you knew all this beforehand why didn’t you tell me? And why did I have to sit there and let Candy play with me?”
“She’s got a funny outlook on life that one,” the man conceded. “She likes to think that if she’s going to be a stripper come, lady of the night, then she might as well get some enjoyment out of it.” When the expression on his face did not change, the man added. “In other words, she took a fancy to you and it was the only way I could convince her to go along with this. Though I admit I thought my charming personality and good looks were going to be enough.” The man gave Matt an appraising sort of look. “Must be your naive childlike innocence that she picked up on.”
Though neither the time nor place, Matt could not help but laugh. He may have been completely crazy, but it was becoming apparent that the hobo was no fool. This might just work out after all. The man then beckoned him over to the window. On closer inspection, he could see that it had been left open just enough to allow a few fingers to slip in between it and the frame. From inside the room, he could hear the booming laughter that could only belong to a very fat man. A loud crunch followed and both Matt and the hobo winced.
“There goes the bed.” The sound of a loud moan then filtered through the crack and the hobo gave Matt one of his toothy grins. “She’s well worth the money this one.”
Matt watched the hobo expertly slide the window up. The sounds of Candy’s moans acting as the perfect mask for the unoiled creek.
“After you,” the man grinned, gesturing to the now open window with his hand.
With ease, Matt slipped into the room and out from behind the curtains. It was small and dimly lit by a table lamp with a red cloth over it giving the room a sort of red glow. Unlike the other part of Heaven and Hell he had visited, this room smelled solely like the sweetness that reminded him of Natalie. To his left, an old looking four-poster bed had the drapes drawn. Another piece of Candy’s handiwork he pondered. The hobo straightened up beside him. Eagerly he followed the man to the edge of the bed nearest the window.
“Allo, Yatesie,” the man grunted smugly as he threw the curtains open. Matt watched Candy deftly climb off the other side; still fully clad in her red and white lingerie.
Before the fat man had a chance to react, the hobo had grabbed hold of his shirt and hauled him off the bed. There was a loud thud and Mr Yates’ large form crashed into the wall. In the blink of an eye, the hobo had the man pinned at the throat with his left forearm. While his right hand held a switchblade up against Mr Yates’ pudgy left cheek.
“W…W…W …Walker…” Mr Yates stammered in a high-pitched squeal. “I…I….I”.
“Aw, can it, Yates.” Matt watched the flat of the knife press further into the fat man’s cheek. “Now this is my friend, Matt. And he’s very interested in learning who it is that bought that plate from you that we discussed. And if he doesn’t find out he’s probably gonna keep pestering me. So that makes me very interested in finding out who it was. You catch my drift on this one?”
“Y…Y…Yes.”
“Good. So who was it?”
“I… I… I don’t kn…kn…know off the top of my head. I’d have to check my records.”
“Is that so?”
Matt watched the man twist the knife ever so slightly. Yates let out a squeal and a single drop of blood trickled down his cheek.
“It’s true,” the fat man shouted. “Look. Come by my office tomorrow. Just don’t hurt me.”
“That’s a good idea...” Next second the hobo kneed Mr Yates straight in the gut. A loud and winded groan escaped the
fat man’s mouth as he bent over double. “…We’ll be sure to do that and have tea and biscuits…. the whole Shang bang right?”
“…yy…yes! Exactly!” the fat man readily agreed sweat pouring down his face, a look of relief crossing his features.
The man… Walker, Yates had called him, grinned at Matt. “Hear that, Matty boy, we have an invitation to tea at Mr Yate’s office. I might not make it tomorrow but you should know exactly where you are going after we visit it tonight.”
In a flash, Mr Yates’ hulking mass was being shoved out the window. Next to him, Candy had come to watch and stood hanging off his shoulder. Only when the hobo addressed her, did he notice.
“Candy, honey,” he said, plucking a battered brown leather wallet out the back pocket of Mr Yates’ pants. “He might be a tight ass but there should be more than enough to pay for your time.” He tossed the wallet at her and grinned. Then turned his attention back to the part of Mr Yates that remained inside the room. “And I hope for your sake your ass is as tight as they say.” With no hesitation, the hobo kicked the man straight in the rear and sent him tumbling out of the building. “Let’s be on our way, Matty boy.”
Unsure of whether he was in shock or awe, or a mix of both Matt followed both men out of the window. Though not before getting one final goodbye from Candy. “Take care and be a good boy now, Matty,” she said slyly. “Next time I’m asked to play with you when you’ve been naughty I might not be so nice.”
Back outside the hobo was frog marching Mr Yates over to a car by the time Matt caught up with them.
“Get in the front,” he then said to Matt as he took Mr Yates round to the driver’s side.
Matt did so and climbed in. A few moments later and their designated driver sat fumbling with the keys and the ignition. Without a word from anyone, he finally got the car started and they were off.
It was practically a silent car trip both in and outside the vehicle as the fat man drove them to his office. All the while, the hobo’s knife remained pointed at the back of the driver’s neck. Matt still had no idea where they were but he did not care.