‘Well, now you do.’
Selena stepped out of the tub.
‘What do you want me to wear?’
‘You’ll see soon enough.’
Jack began to strip out of his clothes and Selena winced at his scarred torso as he raised the top he was wearing up over his ribs and chest.
Jack was soon naked and he walked by Selena and stepped in to the tub of still hot water.
‘I’ll meet you down in the kitchen when I’m ready,’ Jack said before he slipped beneath the water fully submersing himself.
Selena grabbed a towel and walked from the bathroom, as she headed to her bedroom she couldn’t get the image of Jack’s huge cock hanging between his legs out of her head.
*****
Selena was out on the balcony wearing what she been instructed to wear waiting for Jack when he finally joined her. He looked handsome and rugged in clean jeans and a light woollen pullover and a pair of black boots.
Selena watched him as he opened a fresh pack of Marlboro.
‘Want one?’
‘Yes please,’ Selena replied and she took the offered cigarette, their fingers touched for the briefest of moments and she felt that spark and she thanked Jack once he had lit the end of her cigarette with the flame from his zippo.
‘About earlier,’ Jack said as he leaned back against the railing. ‘If I want to see you going to the toilet then it’ll happen.’
Selena nodded her head.
‘It’s okay Jack, I understand, I won’t be a problem from here on out I promise.’
Jack laughed. Selena could hear the warmth in Jack’s chuckling and she smiled too.
‘You’ve always been a problem Selena, I doubt it’ll change any time soon.’
‘Yes, it will, tell me to do something and you’ll see.’
Jack blew smoke out through his nostrils and nodded his head.
‘Later.’
‘Okay, but you’ll see.’
‘That other thing you said.’
Selena knew what Jack was referring to, she had told him that she was in love with him. Selena nodded her head, ‘I do, I always have, but I hadn’t realised until I was laying there flat on my ass.’
‘So why did you cheat on me?’
Selena had no answer.
Why did I cheat on him? Why did I fuck that guy? Why did I fuck everything up?
Selena took a long drag on her Marlboro, she held the smoke in her lungs for several beats and then exhaled heavily.
‘I don’t know Jack, I’ve thought about it a lot over the last couple of years and I’ve never been able to come up with an answer, I’m sorry, I mean that, I’m really sorry.’
Jack nodded his head.
‘Me too Selena.’
‘Where do we go from here Jack?’
‘I don’t know, let’s just get through the next twenty nine days and see how you do.’
Selena chuckled.
‘I meant what I said, anything you ask, I will not be a problem from here on out.’
‘Uh-huh,’ Jack replied and he finished his cigarette, he stubbed it out in the ashtray and Selena did the same with her own.
‘Come on, let’s go.’
Jack held a hand out to Selena and she took it in hers and as Jack’s fingers entwined with hers Selena felt pulses of electricity shoot up her arm.
*****
Nicky knew that the boss was going to go crazy when he heard what Nicky had to tell him. In less than 24 hours four of the Fat Man’s business associates had been killed, three by bombs and one by a rigged up shotgun and when the Fat Man called him to enter his den Nicky rolled his shoulders and worked the kinks out of his neck before he pushed down on the solid gold handle and pushed the door open.
‘Take a seat Nicky,’ the Fat Man said and Nicky did as instructed. Nicky crossed his legs and tried to sit as calmly as possible.
‘So, fill me in Nicky and don’t spare me any details.’
Nicky cleared his throat and spent the next ten minutes explaining all that happened in the last twenty four hours, when he was finished he sat back in the expensive chair and waited for the Fat Man to explode in a rage.
The Fat Man surprised Nicky.
‘Fuck,’ the Fat Man said softly, ‘I shouldn’t have let Jack go on vacation.’
Nicky bristled at the comment and the Fat Man waved Nicky back in to his seat.
‘I’m not blaming you Nicky, Jack said you’re the best he works with, and he has faith in you so that means I have faith in you.’
‘Thanks boss.’
‘So, where we at?’ The Fat Man asked.
Nicky cleared his throat.
‘Hang on one minute Nicky,’ the Fat Man interjected and he picked up his desk phone and pressed a button.
‘Yeah, find Clara and have her sent to my den immediately.’ The Fat Man put the phone back in its cradle and turned his gaze on Nicky and motioned for Nicky to speak.
‘I’ve got three teams visiting all your other businesses, so far everything is as it should be with them, I’ve given orders for stronger security at the various whore houses and drug houses, I’ve also put in a request to the police department for assistance but so far they’re stone walling my efforts to find out what they know.’
‘I’ll put a call in to the Commissioner, carry on.’
‘I have been able to find out that a hummingbird has been found at all four crime scenes.’
The Fat Man raised a hand.
‘A what now?’
‘A hummingbird, an Origami hummingbird, one’s been found at each scene.’
‘What the fuck is Origano?’
‘Origami boss, you know, that Japanese folding paper shit.’
‘Right, right, yeah, so what, the killer’s leaving a calling card?’
Nicky shrugged his shoulders, ‘I’m not sure, maybe, or it’s meant to mean something to you.’
‘To me?’
‘It’s possible that the hummingbird is a message, does it mean anything to you?’
The Fat Man thought about it for several minutes and Nicky had to give it to the boss, he never rushed, the boss always considered what he’d been told before he answered and Nicky could actually see the look of concentration on the boss’ sweat covered face, after several more minutes of silence the boss focused back on the room and Nicky.
‘Doesn’t mean a fucking thing to me Nicky, I can’t even see a Japanese angle, I’ve never dealt with those slanty-eyed fucks and as for a fucking hummingbird, nothing, so where does that leave us?’
‘Well, first off, you’re perfectly safe here at the house, if you need to go anywhere then I’ll be right in front of you and we’ll have a four man team with us wherever we go. As for your many businesses I’ve beefed up security and I’ve put word out on the street that if anyone knows anything to speak up while they can, if any one knows anything we’ll know about it soon enough, but right now boss I could really do with access to the police investigations.’
‘Yeah, sounds good Nicky, I’ll call the commissioner presently.’
The door opened and a stunningly attractive young woman entered the room teetering on incredibly high stilettos, she made her way across the thick oriental carpet and Nicky figured this was Clara.
‘Ah Clara, daddy’s stressed and needs you,’ the Fat Man said and Clara smiled provocatively and as she passed by Nicky he looked up at her and he could clearly see the young woman’s hairless sex beneath the very short metallic gold dress that she was wearing, Nicky figured Clara wasn’t a day over fifteen.
Nicky stood up and prepared himself to leave but the Fat Man halted him.
‘Nicky, stick around, we can double-team her, you’d like that wouldn’t you babygirl?’
‘Whatever you wish daddy.’
Nicky knew for a fact that the Fat Man had no offspring and hearing the Fat Man and Clara talk like this to each other made him uncomfortable.
‘I’d love to boss but I really need to get at those investi
gations.’
The Fat Man stood up from his chair behind the desk and pushed his pyjama bottoms down exposing his miniscule cock to not only Clara but also Nicky and Nicky couldn’t help but glance between the boss’s fat thighs at the very short but incredibly thick cock bobbing up and down.
‘Jack said you were a pro Nicky,’ the Fat Man said and he chuckled as he walked to the side of the desk and behind Clara, he bent Clara over the desk and pulled her dress up over her petite rump. ‘I’ll call the commissioner in a minute Nicky, keep me posted.’
‘Will do boss,’ Nicky replied and he started for the door, Nicky heard the Fat Man cough up a mouthful of spit.
‘Is daddy going to stick it in my bottom?’ Clara said, her voice that of the child she really was beneath all the make-up and sexy clothes and Nicky fought the urge to not throw-up.
‘Uh-huh, daddy needs his little princess to work her magic…’
Nicky walked out of the room and closed the door without looking back, the last thing he heard was Clara’s squeal as the Fat Man’s thickness caused her pain.
Nicky leaned back against a wall and took a couple of deep calming breaths.
‘Just think of the money Nicky, another year of this shit and you can retire,’ Nicky said quietly. He took another calming breath and then walked along the hallway heading for the kitchen, he’d grab a cold beer from the fridge and sit out on the veranda to have a smoke, the beer and nicotine would de-stress him.
*****
“Hemingways” had no connection to the great author and certainly had no artistic leanings, as far as Selena could tell it was a “sawdust-on-the-floor-spilled-blood” kind of establishment full of rowdy working men and under dressed girlfriends and wives.
The place reminded Selena of the old Patrick Swayze film “Roadhouse” and this joint was a lot like the bar that Sam Elliot’s character cooled, Selena liked that film, and she made a mental note to catch it again soon, she had a bit of thing for Sam Elliot.
It had just turned nine in the evening and for the time of the week she was surprised to see just how busy it was; the bar was darkly lit with bare-bulbed lamps mounted on the walls casting small circles of sickly yellow light.
Three members of staff manned the long bar at the rear wall – two men and a woman, the woman past her prime but still showing enough flesh to win the occasional wolf whistle and if she was lucky a tip. Two waitresses in impossibly short shorts and tight low cut vests serviced the tables and a dirty mirror ran the length of the wall behind the bar and at the far end of the bar room was a raised area for dancing and off to the stage’s right were three pool tables.
“Guns N Roses” blasted from the jukebox but they were sat far enough away from the speakers that the cacophony was bearable.
Selena was thankful that Jack had led her to a circular table farthest from the pool tables and she was grateful that the bar’s owner didn’t enforce the county’s no-smoking policy and she sucked on the Marlboro’s filter and felt the nicotine hit her system.
Jack was sat across from her and he raised his bottle of beer in salute, Selena raised her glass of red wine and took a sip. She spat the contents of her mouth back in to the glass.
‘Fuck, that’s dreadful.’
‘Told you to get a beer, house wine means piss in this joint.’
Selena glanced around the darkened establishment once more, she saw a young couple groping at each other in a corner and Selena looked away when she caught a flashing glimpse of the young woman’s nipples.
‘Why did you choose this place Jack, it’s a shit-hole?’
Jack nodded his head.
‘It’s the only place in town that serves alcohol.’
Selena did a double-take.
‘For real?’
‘Uh-huh, the guy that owns it makes a fortune.’
‘Is his name Hemingway?’ Selena asked with sarcasm.
Jack laughed.
‘No, I don’t know where the name comes from.’
A waitress teetered by on impossibly high high-heels and Jack waved her down and asked for two beers.
‘Sure thing Suga’,’ the waitress replied and she glanced at Selena, the waitress’s eyes scanned Selena from top to bottom and back again and figuring that she was out-classed she sucked her teeth and scoffed at Selena before turning away and heading for the bar.
‘Jesus Christ, what a hussy,’ Selena said and she looked at Jack. ‘Could she have made it any more obvious?’
‘Probably not.’ Jack finished his beer in one long up-turning of his head and he put the empty bottle back down on to the table.
‘Show me your breasts.’
The command came so out of the flow of the conversation that at first Selena truthfully thought that she had imagined Jack speaking to her and Selena took a drag on her cigarette and flicked ash on to the wooden flooring; the establishment was that run down Selena didn’t expect for anyone to tell her off.
Selena looked at Jack and her brain kicked in.
‘I, sorry, did you tell me to get my tits out?’
Jack shook his head and Selena smiled with relief.
‘No, I told you to show me your breasts, you know I hate the word tits.’
Selena laughed and felt her face flush.
‘Here? Now?’
‘Yes.’
Selena put her half-finished cigarette out on the floor and glanced around the dimly lit room.
Shit, I have to do this, I told him I would do anything.
Selena crossed her arms and put her fingers beneath the thin straps of the tight black dress that Jack had picked for her to wear earlier that evening after they had returned from the shopping excursion to procure her several bathing suits.
Selena’s fingers ran along the delicate structure of her shoulders, her knuckles snagging the straps and she lowered the straps down over her shoulders until the straps came to a stop at the crease of her elbows.
Selena wasn’t wearing a bra and she took a deep steadying breath and pulled the front of her dress down over her breasts, she did it slowly and her eyes scanned the room, so far so good, no one was looking in their direction and she looked at Jack as her nipples appeared from beneath the dress and then she exhaled and tugged the dress down fully until her large round breasts were totally exposed.
My God I can’t believe I’m doing this in a packed bar, there must be a hundred people in here.
‘Cup them, push them together.’
Selena did as Jack wished.
‘Rub your thumbs over your nipples.’
Selena felt her heart rate increase and there was a breathlessness to the moment but she didn’t hesitate and she ran the pads of her thumbs across her nipples and she looked down at her exposed breasts and watched as her nipples grew hard.
‘Tease them,’ Jack told her and he looked over Selena’s shoulder.
‘Here come our beers.’
Selena’s eyes widened.
Shit, shit, shit! Selena felt her blood pumping through her veins and she so wanted to cover herself but she had made a promise to Jack out on the balcony and Selena intended to keep it, from here on out she intended to never break her word and her hope was that eventually she’d earn a measure of Jack’s trust again.
Selena’s mouth was dry and her tongue was lodged against the roof of her mouth and she began to twist her nipples and she looked to her left as the waitress reached their table.
The waitress saw Selena’s naked breasts and she put the two bottles down on the table and she shook her head in disgust.
‘This fucking place,’ the waitress spat and she turned away from the table and stalked off across the room.
‘Don’t worry about her Selena,’ Jack said.
‘I’m not,’ Selena replied. ‘I told you I’d do whatever you told me to.’
Jack placed one of the bottles in front of Selena and picked up his own.
‘Cheers,’ he said and he held his bottle up in the air halfway across the table.
Selena realised he was waiting for her and she released her breasts and picked up the bottle of beer. She clinked her bottle against his and then raised the bottle to her mouth, she parted her lips and licked her lower lip before taking a long swallow of the ice cold beer.
Selena shivered as the icy liquid coursed down her throat and she took two more swallows before putting the bottle back down. Selena picked up her cigarette but saw that it had burnt down to the filter.
‘Here,’ Jack said as he offered her the pack of Marlboro. ‘You’ve earned it.’
Selena tapped a cigarette out and put the filtered end between her lips and leaned forwards so that Jack could light the end with the flame from his zippo. Selena sat back.
‘And now?’
‘Now?’
‘Can I put them away?’
‘No.’
‘What if someone looks?’
‘In this place? Shit, no one cares.’
Selena looked around at her surroundings and she realised that Jack was right, no one gave her a second’s thought and she also spotted that the couple that had been heavily making out were now taking things to the next stage; the woman was sat on her date’s lap and although the woman wasn’t moving too much it was obvious to anyone who cared to look that she was riding her man’s cock.
And right there, in front of everyone, Jesus what is this place?
Selena turned back to Jack.
‘Is it always like this in here?’
Jack chuckled, ‘I’ve no idea, I’ve only been in here twice before.’
‘That couple in the corner are fucking.’
‘I know, she was giving him head a few minutes ago.’
Selena couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, here she was in a packed bar with her tits out and she didn’t know what was bothering her more; the fact that she didn’t care what anyone else saw or the fact that no one seemed to care.
Selena blew smoke up towards the ceiling and she saw for the first time just how thick the room was with cigarette smoke, her blown smoke mixed with the layer of curling grey-blue smoke already above her head.
‘This is madness Jack, what’s next, you want me to suck your dick in here?’
Jack shook his head.
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