All characters are 18 years of age or older. Here's another one shot. I've been working alongside with this one with a few other stories. Feel free to comment and vote all you like. If you have any critique please tell me so I can get better.
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Proxima Erotica:
It was late Friday night, early Saturday morning when I got the text from an unknown number. I had just dropped Julia off at home. The date had been nice. It was our third time going out and ended in some heavy petting but no further. Julia liked to think of herself as a good girl. She didn't fuck on the first date. There was a three-date minimum or, so she said. I respected that. I looked at it as one hell of a tease. I stopped along the long drive way and read the text.
'My car will pick you up tomorrow at noon. Dress casually and don't be late. I abhor tardiness.'
It wasn't signed but I suspected by the timeliness and where I was when I got it that Julia's mom had sent the text. I drove home and watched the mansion's lights fade into the distance. Julia came from a shit ton of money. Her mother was a professional wife. She married often and divorced just as often. She had just cut loose her ninth or was it tenth husband. She had gotten one hell of a settlement and was celebrating. Julia had kept me in the loop as the end of her mother's latest marriage went from critical to terminal. Proxima, Julia's mother, got bored of men quite easily. She was barely in her thirties and already a multimillionaire. I hadn't met her yet, but I had looked up pictures of her on the net. She was the kind of beautiful that poets and warriors languished over. She had started out life as a runway model and did quite well from her teens on.
'Marry well, but divorce better,' her mother had told her.
She had shared that in one of her television interviews. It looked like she had taken that advice to heart. Did she want to meet me since I was dating her daughter? Julia had always been hesitant when it came to her mom. I only brought it up since she seemed to be the old-fashioned type. She was only the second girl I had ever dated. I hung out with my friends and some of them were girls, but they were always dating someone else.
'I'll be there by noon,' I texted her back. 'I like to drive.'
My car left the gated community of Rose Garden Heights. The main drag wasn't as well lit as the private space behind me. The road dipped into the valley and a light fog crept up and surrounded me. The further down I went the heavier the fog. The night took on a surreal quality and a strange silence engulfed the car. I slowed and turned on the radio. My MP3 player was hooked up to it and a moment later Blue Oyster Cult's Veteran of the Psychic Wars was blaring from the speakers.
I half expected to see a buxom Tarakian to come swooping out of the fog on her winged war beast. Getting in the mood I grabbed the player and set Sammy Hagar's Heavy Metal Noise next. You could always tell when an 80's song came on. The opening had a power and uniqueness to it that screamed this is real music mother fucker. Soon I was singing along with my music as the unceasing fog continued to obfuscate the world around me. There was the occasional set of headlights from the opposite direction but nothing in front or behind me. My side of the road was empty except for me of course. I turned down my street and god damn if it didn't look like something out of a slasher film. There were few houses with any lights on and the fog obscured the light posts to the point where they were diffused globes of pale radiance. I pulled onto our driveway and parked. Mom opened the front door the minute I closed the driver's side door. The fog robbed the sound muffling it to a dull thud.
"Brooklyn, get inside."
"I am coming." I replied as I crossed from the ethereal back into the real world.
"Thank god you are home." Mom said hugging me tight reeking of alcohol. "I was so worried when this fog sprang up out of nowhere. Did Julia get home okay?"
"I dropped her off."
"Come on in, I made some coffee to warm up unless you are off to bed."
"Nah, you look like you could use some company. What's wrong?"
"It's your dad..." She began slurring her words badly.
I waved her off. The sperm donor had left when I was still in the womb. I had little use for him. Mom looked shocked at my callous reaction but what the hell did she expect. He had abandoned us and never looked back or called once. If he was dying, then good fucking riddance! Poor mom was drunk as a skunk and that surprised me. She hadn't mentioned him in years. Now, out of the blue she seems busted up over him dying.
"Why now?" I asked as she stared at me.
"Now, well now it is too late to make up for what happened." She said her eyes half focused. "I used to make movies you know."
"Movies? What are you going on about?" I asked as she sipped her coffee.
"I was the finest cocksucker at the studio. I made a ton of money sucking dick." She said looking past me. "That is how I met your dad. He was hung like a minotaur. I used to say bull, but he used to joke it was bigger than that. Are you hung like a minotaur kiddo? Do you take after your dad?"
"MOM," I fired back in surprise. "Jeez... yeah, I take after dad." I said, and she smiled. "You did pornos when you were younger huh. With a body like that I shouldn't be surprised."
"Ooh, did you just compliment my tits? Naughty boy, sons shouldn't lust after their mothers but in my case, I will let it slide, right between them." She said cupping her breasts. "Where was I?"
"You and dad and why he never called or wrote." I reminded her.
"He is in jail of course. After the robbery he and the others were caught. They never recovered the money and they never will now."
"Money, did dad rob someone?"
"He and his friends robbed a bank," she smiled. "It is one of the biggest unsolved robberies. Sure, they caught those involved but never recovered all that money."
"How much exactly, and how do you know so much?"
"Six million and I hid it for them." She admitted. "I was the one that converted it all to gold coins. Six million back then but now... something like twenty-four million give or take."
