“Hey, this bum still breathin’?”
“Uhn… yeah.”
“Fucker’s tougher than he looks. Heavier too.”
“You doin’ anythin’ tonight?”
“Nah. Once this is over, I’m goin’ home’n knock over a few brews.”
“The old lady’s makin’ a roast. Usually enough for a week. Come over.”
“Sure?”
“Shit yeah! With you there, there won’t be so many leftovers. I love my wife’s cookin’, but a week of that roast’s a bit much. Who is this guy anyway?”
“I don’t know. Shows up every once in a while. Boss has a love/hate relationship wit’ him. Loves him when he pays, hates him when he owes money.”
“Ha! See you around eight?”
“Yeah.”
****
I listened to their dinner plans as I enjoyed the soothing comfort of a face half buried in mud. The goop tasted the way it always did - like 5 day-old shit - so I knew I was resting quietly in the woodsy side of the municipal dump. I just hoped the rats weren’t going to nibble at my balls the way they did last time I was dumped here. Oh… there goes my consciousness again.
****
I finally got my act together a while later. Something was licking my face, and the tongue was way to smooth to be Jeannie's. So when I opened my eye, surprise: Rusty the raccoon was slobbering all over me. I reacted instantly by jumping to my feet and letting out a whoop that effectively scared the critter off.
But right after that, my body remembered being smacked senseless a few hours ago. Taking the direct route back to the ground, I ended up staring breathlessly at a star filled sky. Brain and body were out of service again. But this time, it took only a few minutes for me to gather the strength to get back to my feet. Counting the number of creaks and rattles I made as I stood up, I felt around my chest while taking a deep breath to locate any broken ribs. The inhalation was rough, with some tenderness and pain in my left side: probably a couple of internal bruises. I began to march slowly back to the road, contemplating the thought of hitchhiking back to the city while I softly touched my face. The jaw still worked; the eyes were okay; cheeks were sensitive; all my teeth were there; no cut lips; breathing was still a bit hard. Looked like the boys mostly worked my upper body. They took it easy on me. But I wonder why they spared my face? Oh, well – thugs have their reasons.
I ended up walking back to town; the way my face was caked in dried mud curtailed any chances I might have had of getting picked up. The walk would also help clear my head of the mixed haze of body shots and shots to the body. Stopping for a moment to take another deep breath, wincing as my chest expanded, I padded down my pockets to make sure my wallet was there. It was... as well as a ring topped by a beautiful, and fake, diamond.
Walking more quickly now, I remembered a bit more about the preceding night: a stripper named Candy; a 60 ounce bottle of tequila; borrowing 500 dollars to buy an engagement ring at a pawn shop; Candy laughing in my face when I asked her to marry me; explaining to Franky Molloy that the cash he lent me helped buy a cheap knock-off of a diamond ring; Franky collecting his cash out of my hide. But I also told him where I got the ring, too. Some poor fence was going to get a visit ... poor bastard.
When I got to within 2 miles of the city, I tossed the ring over my shoulder and remembered what I missed the most about last night: tequila, my old friend and nemesis.
****
I looked up at the moon and the 3 story building that housed my office and my apartment; I actually owned the place. The top story was mine: a loft where I had all my stuff. To get in, I had to use a service elevator behind the building. The second story had a few renters; they didn’t always pay on time, but they always paid. They came with the place when I bought it. The street level housed my office and Madame Malena’s school of dance and transcendental art, whatever the hell that means.
My office door said “Sam Archer Investigations Inc.”
There was a bowl of fruit in front of my office door. I picked it up and went around back to the service elevator. Apparently, an old kind of temple was located where my office is now; some of the faithful still brought offerings. I was happy to see someone was looking out for their god’s need in vitamins and minerals.
When I finally got the old elevator working and shuddering, I pulled up the mesh gate that opened onto my apartment – I’ve got the get an inner staircase connecting my loft to the rest of the building.
“Honey,” I shouted. “I’m home.”
“Meow,” Jeannie responded. She walked up to me and then plopped down on her hind legs and curled her front paws beneath her. She looked up at me disapprovingly and twitched her whiskers. She yawned.
“Yeah, I know I look like something you dragged in,” I muttered while I walked over her and went to the bathroom. An I-don’t-know-how old Siamese cat, Jeannie had the run of the loft when I bought the building. I tried to scoot her away for the first few weeks, but in the end, I let her stay. She had this habit of always coming back anyway, so I just gave up.
I undressed on the way to the bathroom, letting my clothing fall wherever it may, determined to let my body shrivel under a boiling stream of water. Jeannie was by my side, sometimes sliding between my legs. Each time I almost fell, she purred. Punishment for having come in late, I guessed.
When I finally got the water to a near scolding temperature, I hoisted myself into the lion-pawed tub and let my head fall forward as the water struck and soothed the aching muscles of my neck. All the aches in my body became apparent as the water relaxed me and drained any adrenaline that may have lingered in my limbs. When I caught a flicker of a silhouette, adrenaline kicked in again; the shadow was to large to be the cat’s.
“Malena!” I hollered after I pulled the shower curtain aside and her figure emerged through the steam.
“Hello Samuel,” she said in her damn sexy accent.
We faced each other for a second, both taking in the fact that the other was naked. If you’re wondering … I may have forgotten to mention Malena and I sleep together sometimes.
It was good to see her. Malena wasn’t my typical woman: she was taller than me by two inches at six-feet tall. Her brown hair was long, past her shoulders, and made frizzy by the humidity. Her limbs were long and finely muscled -- almost masculine in their development because of her dancing, but the swell of her small breasts capped by inch long nipples were irrefutable evidence of her femininity.
I stepped back to give her some room as she gracefully tossed one long leg, then the other, over the side of the tub to join me under the water. I was mesmerized by how the water glistened off her statuesque features – especially her engrossing brown eyes. I followed droplets of water as they slid down her slightly broad nose to pool temporarily atop her upper lip. I fought the urge to lick the water away, unsure as to why she was here… as if I didn’t know.
“How’d you get in?” I asked uselessly as she started to pinch my nipples and press her bush against my cock. Her apartment was right under mine and they were linked by a trapdoor that opened from her side. But a look of concern overcame Malena -- I winced as she let her hands slide down my sides to rest on my hips.
“You in a fight?”
“I got beat up actually,” I corrected as her fingernails grazed my ribs.
“Oh,” she whispered as I felt her teeth gently nibble my nipples. “I kiss. Make better. Yes?”
I could only moan as she kissed her way from my right nipple, down my stomach, and back up to my left nipple. My cock throbbed against her tits when I felt her tongue and lips cover the welts the beating had left. Malena seemed to get a special pleasure from licking the area that hurt the most, like an animal licking a wound. I leaned against the wall and ran my fingers through her hair, unsure if I enjoyed the treatment she gave my side or not. But the tightness in my balls made absolutely clear how I really felt.
Malena stopped licking my chest to look up at me. Her eyes squinted as the water struck her face and then she giggled; my knees had buckled a bit when she rubbed the tip of my dick on her nipples. Maybe is was a distortion from the steam, but they seemed to grow even longer! And I did slide down the wall when the moist warmth of the shower was replaced by the moist warmth of Malena’s mouth. My breathing became ragged while the slurping noises she made as she sucked my dick wildly filled my senses. Every time I blinked, Malena’s head was at a different angle and her hair was flailing wildly while she worked my cock over. I suddenly tightened my grip on the sides of the tub when I felt what seemed like her tongue literally closing in on my cock from every side.
Just as my balls were about to explode, she let go and grabbed the base of the shaft, pinching it tightly. It pulsed a few times, then softened a bit.
“You better?” she asked.
I stared at her incredulously. I shook my head. She just smiled and reached around me to close the faucets a bit. “Save water, yes?” she said sweetly.
I wiped some of the sweat from my forehead, expecting her to rise from the tub and leave me there, half-cocked. Instead, she turned her back to me and braced her arms on the opposite side of the tub. I rose to my knees when she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her slim waist and heart-shaped ass. Hypnotized, I massaged her muscled bottom until I reached her engorged pussy.
“Ahhh…” she moaned when I traced the crease of her cunt with my forefinger; starting from her clit, I gently parted her lips and made small circular motions with the tip of my finger until I reached her asshole.
