I was running. This was no comfortable after work jog. This was a full-out sprint and I had no idea where I was or where I was going. A sense of impending doom was in the air. From what was another mystery. I only knew that if I didn't run fast enough and far enough that I would die.
I was on a street that I had never seen before. It was dark and there were no other people around. My lungs were aching and I had a pain in my side but I dared not stop. I longed to shout out for help but who would hear me?
Whatever I was running from was getting closer. I told my mind to stay focused but panic began to set in. Panic was good, it actually made me run a little faster. For a while, anyway.
I became aware of the fact that I was clenching a key in my hand. Maybe this would unlock a door to escape through. That is, if whatever was chasing me could be stopped by a door. Oh shit.
My body was sweating from the exertion and suddenly the key fell from my slippery fingers. I heard it hit the pavement with a clinking sound. I came to a halt and turned around and was quickly frozen in place by indecision. Should I go back and get it or just leave it behind?
One part of my brain said to just keep running and fuck the key. Yet another part told me that I needed the key to live. I couldn't make my feet move at all.
Something was getting closer now. The very air itself became more charged and electric. It was hard to breathe. Where was everybody? Why didn't anyone help me? Please somebody, anybody. I closed my eyes and tried to scream at the top of my lungs and then I...
Sat straight up in my bed. I was soaked in sweat and gasping for air. My heart was pounding and the sense of panic was still overwhelming. I moved my head rapidly from side to side to ascertain where the hell I was.
I began to recognize my surroundings. I was in my bedroom sitting in my own bed. Slowly it dawned on me that I had just had another of my nightmares. Oh Christ it had seemed so real. Again. What was that, five nights in a row? Shit!
Each night the sense of impending doom, the feeling that something was closing in on me. Different places, different props but always that key.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that the key was in some way connected to the gift that strange old man had given me. The key was the word bagobagoo but in my dreams the key was a normal metal key that you would use in a lock of some sort. Shit, how were the two connected?
Well, it was too much to think about at four in the morning. I climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. My sweat was real and once again I knew there was no getting back to sleep.
As I showered I began to think about the past two weeks. The so-called-gift the old man had given me worked exactly as he said it would. I was able to have sex with any woman I desired at any time I wanted. And with some practice I had learned that I could manipulate my sex partners in interesting ways.
Whatever this gift was, it seemed to know how to give me exactly what I wanted. For instance I had always liked women who talked dirty during sex and this seemed to be a given during all my parties as I called them. Also if I was in the mood for anal sex the gift seemed to provide that. Or whatever I wanted. It was amazingly perceptive that way.
That first day at work after receiving the gift had been a perfect example. The sex with that girl on the elevator had been great and afterwards I realized that I had been staring at her ass and thinking about fucking it just before I used the key. Was that why she had been so eager for anal sex I wondered? Well, there was one sure way to find out.
Jenny was the boss's daughter and a freshman in college. She also worked part-time at the computer company during the summer. Since she was the boss's daughter every guy who worked there knew there was a strict hands-off policy in effect. That was a real shame since she was blond, cute as hell and had a great body which she kind of showed-off in a sort of nonchalant way. Probably her best feature was her full lips, which made her look sexy as hell. She often wore her hair in pigtails, which, combined with her sexy, pouting looks drove me crazy.
I knew that she often ate lunch alone in our small break room about two o'clock. About five minutes after she went in to eat I walked in and sat down at the opposite end of the table from her. She nodded politely and began to unwrap a tin foil covered container that I noticed had a few chicken wings inside of it.
I stared at her and soon thoughts of those full, lovely lips of hers sliding up and down my cock began to fill my mind. I pictured her tongue darting out and licking my balls and perhaps even sliding down to seek out my ass. My cock was getting hard and I thought to myself that it was time to see if my theory had any merit.
"Say Jenny?" She looked over at me with a puzzled look on her face.
"Bagobagoo."
She got a look on her face that seemed to say "whatever'' and continued to open her lunch. For a moment I thought nothing was going to happen. A wave of disappointment swept over me.
"Oh shit! Goddamn it all, my mother forgot the blue cheese dressing again. How the fuck does she think I'm going to eat these wings without dressing?"
Her sudden burst of cursing caught me off guard and I looked at her with what I suppose was an astonished look on my face.
She laughed and said, " well don't just sit there and stare Donnie, go see if there's any dressing in the fucking refrigerator, will you? Jesus."
