Four - L.A.

Nighttime in the city of Angels. Except the angels have all left town, and whatever wanders the streets here are not angels.

Had a free night, decided to take a walk, clear my head, get in touch with my thoughts. What a crock of shit, who am I kidding? Somehow I end up in a seedy side of town, I always do. Checking out the residents, something catches my eye, young girl in a blue sweat jacket, she looks out of place, lost. Her long curly brown hair blowing in the wind she’s in a rush, and her eyes are looking for someplace to hide. She runs right into the hunter, he’s a big bastard, grabs her by the neck and pulls her into an alley. I take a peak around the corner, he’s got her up on her tippy toes, gasping for air, yelling at her, “You stayed in my house, ate my food, you gonna pay for it one way or another!” He starts to squeeze her breasts and kiss her, she’s not into it. I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking, next thing I know I’m kicking the back of his knees, bringing him to the ground. He turns and looks pissed; I think I may have ruined his evening. He’s yelling something, that’s his mistake, focusing his energy in the wrong area. I punch him the face and nearly break my hand. He pushes me into the cans on the side. I pick up a top, and whack him across the face; he pulls out a knife, looks like he’s not giving up. He swipes at me, misses; I grab his arm and bring it down on my knee, goodbye knife, hello balls. He keels over, should think about wearing some protection down there. I pick up his knife and drag it across his neck. He falls to the ground gurgling. I look in the corner, her eyes are wide open, when she sees me watching her she looks down. I take a step towards her and she rushes into my arms, so very soft, young probably 20.

In my car she opens up, tells me her whole life story, right out of the runaway handbook, her names Allison. She’s lost and I’m her protector, and I still have a delivery to make tonight. She takes my hand, looking at the cut across my knuckles and starts to kiss it, she has thick juicy lips, and she uses that and her soft wet pink tongue to clean me off. She leans in and kisses me hard, forcing her tongue in my mouth, tastes like heaven.

Next thing I know lights are flashing in my mirror, signaling me to pull over. I come to a stop near an abandoned warehouse, female cop gets out, she’s got this knockout body poured into the uniform, short blonde hair, and a wicked attitude. She wants to know why I was swerving, and what the young girl is doing in my car, and she wants my license. I make believe I’m going through the glove box, and then remember it’s in my suitcase in the trunk. She opens the door for me and follows me to the back; I rummage through my bag of tricks, stand up and pretend to hit my head on the trunk. The cop steps in to help me, I turn her around and I have her gun. She and my little runaway are standing there in shock. I tell Allison to take the ball gag out of my black bag, she’s hesitant, but she does it. She’s a quick learner; I have her bind the little piggy and strip her. She stands there shivering in the cold, I watch the goose bumps form on her flesh, the look of defiance in her eyes, and the enormous possibilities in those well defined muscles.

We take her back to the house I’m renting. Allison is incredibly into this; I drag Blondie onto the kitchen floor, and plop her down. I call my contact, an Arab named Harry. As I tell him about tonight’s special, Allison comes up behind me and starts to rub my chest, and then down to my crotch. I’m having problems getting the details, when I hang up I pull her in close, she’s ripping off her clothes, before you know we’re down on the floor next to the cop going full force. As I hump her, she screams and caresses the cops’ tit, Blondie’s moaning, I start fondling her clit, Allison’s eyes are on fire, we explode together.

I tell Allison everything, what I do, why I do it, she stares at me like she’s discovered a new religion. I go to get dressed and grab a bag for the piggy; Allison stays behind to caress her. She’s pleading her case behind the ball, while Allison sings nursery rhymes.

When I come back Allison wants to go with me, she wants to help me, help attract fresh meat. Could be a new angle, I’ve heard of others doing something like that. I tell her I’ll think about it, she kisses me long and hard. I push the little piggy into the bag, and we go.

We get to their house high in the hills, I tell Allison, no matter what you stay in the car. She’s beaming now, her smile is warm. I get in, Harry is waiting for me at the door, he’s going on and on about this is the “party of the lifetime” or some other broken English. He has me lug the girl into the middle of the party room, they’ve got a fire roaring, it’s a giant open barbeque. I pour out the blonde and the room erupts. Her eyes are bugging out and she’s frothing behind the gag. Harry yells out, “First we tenderize”, he turns her over, pulls out a tube of cream and sticks it in her ass, her face is red and she’s screaming, although no one hears it behind the gag and with the music blaring. Harry enters her, and starts pumping her hard, another guy steps up, rips the ball gag out, she starts snapping at him. He smacks her across the face a few times, and grabs her face in his hands, “be good now” he tells her, and he starts fucking her mouth. Harry pulls out and another guy takes over, the chef comes in screaming that it’s his turn, and then I see her. I told her not to get out of the car, but she just had to see what was happening. Some giant Arab comes up behind her and picks her up above his head, “We got more!” he’s shouting and some more crap in god knows what tongue. Hands are grabbing at her and ripping her clothes off, she’s screaming for me, but there’s nothing I can do. Harry’s shaking my hands thanking me for the surprise, I watch as they press her down on all fours, hold her head up and start violating her beautiful mouth, two other guys are laughing playing with her twat; the smaller one pushes the other away and enters her. She bucks and cries, I just watch. They’re running their fingers through her thick curls, massaging her legs and back, groping everywhere they can. I turn back and see the chef marinating Blondie, they tie her tight to a steel pole, the chef takes a huge knife and in three swift swipes, takes her hair off, men grab the droppings as souvenirs, they hang her up above the fire onto some supports and start turning, she is screaming now, men are making bets, probably on how long she’ll last. I hesitantly turn back, they’re marinating Allison, she’s crying for me, her mouth is turned down, she goes to call my name and they ram an apple in so deep she almost chokes, almost bites through it. They attach her to the pole and she begins roasting right next to the piggy.

I’m driving home; I’ve had enough of this town, false dreams and ridiculous expectations. As I bite down on the piece they gave me I remember her, and what might have been.