by Carver Pike
This morning, I sat alone at a table flipping through all of the shit my phone had to offer. In an effort to stave off depression, I’d been forcing myself to scroll past any comment or video or link that seemed negative. I needed to see funny stuff. I wanted to see kids fall down (and get back up again of course) and I wanted to see animals run into shit and I wanted to see odd people doing whimsical things. I wanted to laugh so I searched my phone for anything hysterical.
As often happens with me, I was oblivious to everyone else in the restaurant, so I suppose it was rather rude of me when I laughed out loud to a video compilation of clumsy dogs. As a Frisbee nailed a dog right in the snout and it flipped over in slow motion, I completely lost it. I howled with laughter. It took me a second to realize how quiet it was around me. When I turned to look behind me, I saw a group of people staring at me. Two of them looked like cops. The others looked like they could have been undercover cops, maybe junkies? The one with the blue hair could have been a rocker? Yes, they could have been undercover cops who’d just wrapped up a night of hunting drug dealers at one of the wild bars downtown.
Cops or no cops, they needed to turn around and go back to their conversation. I wasn’t fucking bothering anyone. Cops aren’t my favorite people in the world. First, they came into our house and whisked me away from Mrs. Rebecca when I was a kid. Then they hauled my brother off to prison. No, I didn’t like cops at all.
What the fuck are y’all looking at? It’s dogs. Dogs falling down and shit.
I wanted to yell at them to leave me alone, to mind their own business, but it dawned on me that I was overreacting. I’d cackled out loud like a hyena or something. Of course people would stop and stare. At times like these, my fedora came in handy. I pulled it down lower over my eyes to hide my face. With it low enough, I sometimes felt invincible. Like some sort of super hero in a mask. Yes, my hat was my mask. It shielded my eyes from the rest of the cold, harsh world.
I went back to my video clips and started watching another one of some chubby toddler dancing his ass off. If it weren’t for his diaper he would have looked like a miniature adult. The kid had some swing to his hips. That’s when I saw the blue haired chick pass by my table. Talk about swing in the hips.
God really is an artist. What a beautiful woman. And stylish too.
If she could hear my thoughts, she’d know how gorgeous I thought she was. Of course, she couldn’t, and like every other woman in the world, my words would never reach her ears. At least not without breaking up into a million tiny pieces along the way, making me sound like a fucked up trail of ridiculous breadcrumbs. No woman wanted to work so hard to understand her man. These were my thoughts as I watched her disappear into the bathroom. She’d walked out of my life before ever entering it.
I didn’t need to look over my shoulder to know the others were watching me. The men were surely sour that I’d had the balls to stare at one of their women. Here we were in the bright early morning, at a diner I loved, and the testosterone was thick in the air. I expected this from a biker bar, but not from Del Mar’s. I was uncomfortable and was about to get up and leave when the blue haired beauty walked out of the bathroom and straight toward my table. She wasn’t looking at me though. Her eyes were glued on the screen of her phone. So much so that she nearly tripped and she dropped her phone in the process, sending it sliding across the floor at my feet.
My hand shot out and reached for the phone before I even considered what I was doing. Again, I didn’t need to look back to know all eyes were on me.
What will the fucking weirdo do now? Will he eat the phone? Will he bite her neck? Will he pull his cock out and jack off all over the place? No, you ignorant pieces of shit. I’ll be a gentleman and give the lady her phone back.
“Excuse me for a second,” the woman said. “I dropped my phone.”
She beat me to the phone but the least I could do was move the chair in front of her out of the way so she wouldn’t hit her head.
“H…h…here let m…m…me,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said, and the way she looked at me was as if she were studying me.
What are you trying to find in my face? Why the confusion? I’m only moving the chair.
She turned to walk away and I couldn’t let her leave without at least trying to let her know that I thought she was pretty.
“M…m…miss,” I said.
She paused in place and beyond her I could see her friends watching. One of the guys looked like he might be trying to stifle his laughter. This was one of the cops and I wished for a second I could storm past her and punch him in the face for laughing at me.
In my head, I saw the blue haired beauty turning around and me shocking everyone by grabbing her and kissing her hard until she became lightheaded and collapsed into my arms. I’d whisk her off to my apartment and we’d make love. We wouldn’t fuck like all these assholes watching us might do. No, I’d make love to her like a real man.
But that’s not what happened. Instead I opened my mouth and said the dumbest thing I could imagine. As soon as the words left my mouth I wished I could cast out a line, hook them, and yank them back into my mouth.
“N…n…nice h…h…hair,” I said.
You’re a regular Don Juan, Kevin. James motherfucking Bond would be proud of the badass gentleman you are.
If so many people hadn’t been looking, I might have actually slapped my forehead right there in the diner. Instead, I sat back down and went back to my videos. By this time, I wasn’t really watching them. I couldn’t help feeling like the rest of the diner was watching me. I drained the rest of my coffee, pulled my fedora down over my eyes, and left the diner. I wasn’t sure I’d go there again for a while. It wasn’t the place I thought it was.
Chapter 13 – Simple Simon
You’re not getting away. Claw and slap and fight all you want to, bitch, but you’re mine.
She wasn’t trying to go anywhere. In fact, the blonde I’d found at the bar this afternoon was backing into my cock like she needed to be skewered on it and left there for a while. She begged for it.
I’d entered the bar with no intention of bringing a girl home. I only needed a few drinks to calm my nerves. The demons had punished me that morning. I wasn’t killing quickly enough. The lightning hit me while in bed. The way some people cramp up while sleeping, I got hit with bolts of electricity and hammered through the hands and feet with invisible railroad spikes. I suffered. So I promised to kill someone soon. I begged and cried out to the crowd of demons surrounding my bed. I swore allegiance to devils and creatures and pure evil.
When released from my constraints, I lay there for a good while, weeping into my pillow, my body a crumpled up mess. It took all the power I had left in me to drag myself to the shower. I needed to get out of my apartment and feel the sun. Only that would remind me that I wasn’t in a nightmare world but still on earth, surrounded by phony people with fake troubles and bogus stress.
Dear Americans, live a day in my shoes. Play a game as a kid and suffer for it through all your days to come. Call on the Midnight Man. Call on him once. I dare you.
The sun didn’t do the trick so I went to a bar, early in the afternoon, to drown my fears and suffering soul in amber liquid. Whiskey burned as it went down and I felt that I deserved to burn. Burning would be better than the constant punishment. When she sat next to me, I knew she was a prostitute. Nobody else would be at a bar hitting on a guy that early in the day. Paying her wouldn’t be a problem. Or I could kill her. That might be easier. At least the demons would be off my back for a little while.
Drinking and driving was the least of my concerns. So we went to my car. She was blowing me before we left the parking lot. She didn’t ask if she could or even work up to it. She reached for my zipper, pulled out my cock, and held the limp thing in her fist as she gave it sweet kisses at first. I got hard quickly. As I sat at a red light with a guy in a business suit driving with his top down in the lane next to me, this
hooker was shamelessly bobbing up and down on my cock, slurping loud enough for the guy to hear. He looked over at me and laughed. When the light turned green, I didn’t even take off at first. It felt too fucking good to be driving.
“I like this one,” Hag said from the backseat of the car. “Yes, swallow his cock, you slut.”
I wondered if I should tell her I was about to come. I didn’t. That’s what she was getting paid for. As I blew my load at the back of her throat, she coughed and tried to pull away but I took her hair in a firm grip and forced her mouth to stay on me. She swallowed like a good girl. Afterward, she followed me upstairs to my apartment. We didn’t walk hand in hand or anything like that. No, I only wanted her pussy and I didn’t need to be sweet for that. Again, that’s what she was getting paid for.
As soon as the door closed behind us, I clicked the lock in place and pulled her shirt over her head.
“You’re a wild boy aren’t you?” she asked.
“You have no idea,” I said.
“YES!” Samuel yelled. “FUCKING KILL HER!”
The volume of his voice made my head pound. As I stood massaging my temples with two fingers, the prostitute tried to kiss me. I laughed in her face.
“Nah,” I said. “Just get naked.”
She pulled off her skirt and her panties. Then she dropped her bra. Standing completely naked in front of me, I tried to put Nikki’s face in place of hers. It didn’t work. This girl was attractive in a rough, been there and done that kind of way. She was no Nikki. So I switched to Ava and that didn’t work either. I needed to take her from behind. I dropped my pants, kicked off my underwear, and led the bitch to the bedroom where I tossed a pillow down for her face and then helped her prop herself up the way I wanted her. I doubted she was wet and I didn’t care if she was.
“Bite her neck,” Putrid said.
“Leave me alone,” I said. “I just wanna fuck. This is my time.”
“This is your time,” the hooker said. “Give it to me, baby.”
“I’m going to finger my pussy while I watch you,” Hag said.
“Finger your pussy all you want to,” I said.
“You want me to finger my pussy?” the hooker asked.
“No,” I said. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
She looked back at me over her shoulder. She was concerned at first, but then she suddenly burst with laughter. She must have thought I was joking. None of that mattered. I wanted to fuck. No condom was needed. I didn’t fucking care anymore. My desire to fuck was the only thing important. I spit in my hand and rubbed it over the head of my cock.
“You want it?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” she said. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“Show her,” Hag said.
I lined my head up with her hole and shoved in so fucking hard she screamed in pain. It hurt, no doubt about that. I didn’t even enter her good the first or second or third time. She was too dry. Then she wasn’t anymore and my cock slid in the way I’d wanted it to the first time.
“Ohhh now. Now,” she said.
I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. What did now mean? What was she expecting to happen, that fireworks would shoot out of my cock on demand?
“Now!” she said again. “Yes, now!”
So I hit her. I slapped her ass so fucking hard it was sure to leave a welt.
“Yes!”
So that must’ve been what she was talking about. So I hit her again. I slapped that ass like it was on fire and I needed to put it out.
“Yes!” she yelled again. “More!”
So I punched her ass. I hit her hard on the right ass cheek.
“What the fuck?” she said.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Umm…yeah,” she said. “Okay, I can deal with that. Again!”
I punched her ass again and she whined. She collapsed on that side and I realized I’d given her a charlie horse. I’d dead-legged her. She cried and laughed at the same time. It was a painful chuckle and the sound of it made me want her even more.
“That hurt,” she said.
My cock didn’t care. I fucked the chuckle out of her until it went from laughter to whimper. With both hands on her hips, I drove in even harder than before. I fucked that pussy like my life depended on it. Soon she was howling out, loving it, and backing into me like she wanted her pussy to have a permanent place on my cock. I didn’t give a shit if she was going to come. This wasn’t about her. This was what she was getting paid for. For my pleasure. I needed to come and I was going to soon.
“Yes!” she yelled. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me like that.”
My cock exploded inside her, shooting my hot seed inside her pussy. I pulled out too late, not that it mattered, and shot the rest of it on the small of her back. Then, when I was sure I’d emptied myself out as much as I could, I stuck my cock back inside her and fucked her until I started to go limp.
“Mmm,” she said as I pulled out and walked away. “We should do that more often.”
I went to my wallet on the nightstand and fished out some bills. I threw them in her face.
“Get your whore ass out of my apartment,” I said.
She looked dumbfounded.
“Excuse me?” she said.
“Get out,” I ordered.
I wasn’t proud of myself for fucking a hooker. It wasn’t the first time I’d done it and like every other time, I swore this would be the last. I hated whores so why was I so willing to pay them for sex?
“Can I at least wipe myself off?” she asked. “Geez.”
“Hurry the hell up,” I said.
She went to the bathroom to wash up and I considered killing her. I could go in there and slit her throat in the bathroom. The cleanup would be minimal. But then I remembered that my semen was inside her. Not all of it, but plenty enough for the cops to track me down if they found her body. No, this one was fucking lucky. When she walked out of my apartment, I lay back on my bed and stroked my balls with my fingertips until I got hard again. Then I jacked off with thoughts of Nikki and finally came the way I’d really wanted to in the first place.
Later that evening, I waited for Nikki outside of Swift Fleet. Her job as a phone operator for a private rapid response ambulance company meant she’d answer the phone until the early morning hours. I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else picking up the line. The service wasn’t popular enough to require more than one operator at a time. Backup calls went to an on-call, work from home, third party operator. It was hardly ever needed. I’d called the service every night since discovering Nikki worked there. Only once had the on-call person answered.
My phone was a throwaway, one I’d bought from a street vendor. The kind you add minutes to as needed, so I was able to pick a spot right outside Swift Fleet, in a dark corner of the two-story, cold grey concrete building, and wait for the right time to make the call. She’d need at least a half hour to get settled in. She needed to feel safe and cozy in her little hole. That’s what I imagined it as anyway, some small cubicle in a dimly lit room. The top half of the building was rented out by an accounting firm so Nikki’s area was on the first floor. I’d never been inside so I had no idea what her surroundings actually looked like.
Finally, it was time to make the call. I wasn’t looking forward to it. To be honest, I was nervous. Using my voice to strike fear wasn’t something I was accustomed to. Up close and personal was my thing. My blade did my talking. This time, I had to speak. The phone rang twice before she picked up.
“Swift Fleet response, what’s the nature of your emergency?”
Her voice was tender and sweet. She could have easily been a phone sex operator instead of an emergency response dispatcher. I wished I could reach through the phone and stroke her cheek. I couldn’t tell her everything would be okay, because it wouldn’t be. Soon, nothing would be okay. She’d suffer in a way that words couldn’t explain. It was her destiny. The demons required it. She was the ultimate
sacrifice. But it had to be at the right time. For now, she only needed to be worked up, prepared like a calf who’d one day become veal parmesan.
“Swift Fleet response. Hello?”
Should I answer? Or should I let the silence linger? What’s scarier?
“Hello? If you can hear me, I am unable to hear you. I’m going to hang up now.”
No! You can’t hang up.
I cleared my throat, making sure she heard me enough to stay on the line. She had to stay on the line. I could be someone in pain reaching out to her for help. Surely, her guidebooks explained that a caller should never be hung up on until the nature of the emergency was stated. With the next clearing of my throat, I let the grumble linger there, rattling around until it turned into a slight cough, followed by my best creepy chuckle. Then I hung up.
Fuck! What is wrong with you?
It wasn’t how I’d planned to manage the call. I was going to tell her things. This was my chance to let her know that something sinister was in the works. Someone was interested in her. Someone she should be gravely concerned about. Admittedly, I left the parking lot like a disgruntled child, waving my hands in the air and arguing with myself and the demons about how the call should have gone down. There would never again be a first call. That was it. Had I ruined my chance at striking fear in Nikki’s heart? Had I done anything at all? Or had she simply thought some kid was playing a prank or that an injured caller simply hadn’t been able to get his message out?
No! Instead of being afraid, maybe she’s only concerned for the wellbeing of the caller. Maybe she thinks some old man was choking and couldn’t get his words out. She might be sad instead of trembling in fear. Fuck! No!
Nearby was a burger joint, some kind of up and coming local place doing its best to become a fast food chain. A few of their restaurants had popped up around the city but they were far from becoming a San Fran favorite. The only thing saving them was their 24-hour sign that kept late night club hoppers from puking their guts out after too many drinks or bad acid trips. So there I sat munching on a cheeseburger, dipping curly fries in honey barbecue sauce, and sipping on a diet Coke while mentally kicking my own ass for fucking up the call. After an apple pie and a chocolate milkshake and an aching gut, I stumbled back out to the parking lot and walked the few blocks to Swift Fleet’s darkened corner.