Nine - Happy Holidays

• Note: I wrote this in conjunction with a wonderful writer named Leo. As far as I know his body of work can be found mainly at Dolcettgirls.com. So if you want to know what happens after this you’ll have to hunt him down.

The nighttime air aggravates my loose filling. It’s a raw nerve making me angry, making me impatient. I’m standing on line at a Rite Aid just trying to buy a bacterial controller for my humidifier; yes even cannibals don’t like to wake up with clogged nostrils.

Guy in front of me is trying to return his illuminated Santa sleigh, says it doesn’t work. Poor nebbish behind the register has to check it, plugs it in, viola it works. He questions the customer, this big Middle Eastern moron is now upset that the puny clerk has challenged him, all worked up he exclaims, “Well that is what my wife told me, are you calling her a liar?!”

The clerk is confused, “Well you said it didn’t work and I plugged it in and it does.”

Bug guy getting angrier, “Listen we can make this easy or we can make this hard!”

Now I’m openly giggling, he thinks I’m on his side, “Do you believe this?” I look up at him, “I can’t believe you you’re gonna make it hard for this poor guy over a sleigh moron.”

Uh oh, not making a friend here, “What did you say?” Trying to explain, “Let me make it easy for you, you’re an asshole.” Then she appears, an angel in a blue vest. She’s the manager, her name is Sarah. Stepping in between us trying to resolve the conflict, she attempts to calm him down but now he wants to beat up me and the poor clerk, what the hell I got nothing else to do.

Standing outside the Rite Aid watching this guy roll up his sleeves I realize, this is not a healthy lifestyle. As he takes his first swing it dawns on me, the holidays always bring out the worst in me. Avoiding his fist and driving my leg deep into his groin I start to think, maybe it’s me? Bringing my elbow down on his back leads me to the conclusion that I need a change. I drop the twenty dollars he so desperately wanted back on his heaving chest and walk to my car lost in a moral dilemma, but I’m also hungry. Sarah catches up with me, she starts thanking me and giving me my anti-bacterial agent on the house. I’m looking deep into her eyes, watching her thin pretty mouth as she talks, admiring the petite frame so beautifully proportioned, “When do you get off.” She smiles at me, “I could probably cut out now.” Now I’m smiling too, “I’ll pull my car up front.”

At my place I throw my keys up on the shelf and admire her from behind as she checks out my kitchen, “Are you a chef, this place is amazing.”

“I like to experiment.” That’s not a lie.

She bites her lower lip, “Are you some sort of mad scientist?”

Stepping in closer, “Why, are you into the mentally disturbed?”

I so want to taste that mouth as she reaches up towards me, “How disturbed are you?” Contact. So soft, so sweet, I could stay like this forever, but something inside me wants more. I lift her up on the wooden counter; she wraps her legs around me and pulls me in tight. My hands massage her back and then firmly gripping her rump I squeeze hard, “Want a tour of my depravity?” she squeals with delight, as I unwrap her like a gift. She’s perfect, thin but with substance, petite breast, but full and firm, responding to my touch with a hunger that is only paled by my own. I slide myself into her and she moans, pull her in as tight as possible, short but intense bursts, I push upwards delighting in her moans and screams, playing her like a fine instrument. When she cums I push harder, intensifying my effort, so that when she orgasms the second time I feel it overcome her like a wave and watch as she convulses. I can’t stop, she begs me in my ear, but I am consumed by her scent, enraged by my passion, icily focused on my objective. On the third one I hold her mouth on mine; I want to feel her scream inside of me. By the fourth she is like a doll, I pull out, unfulfilled. I ease her down to the floor with me; she lies on top breathing heavy, whispering in her ear with a smirk in my voice, “my turn.” I help her turn around and feel her soft wet mouth take me in, stroking her thighs I imagine how the night will end, as she sucks I run my hands over her rump; so round and firm my mouth is watering, I crave the taste of her. I reach up and lick her juices, as my tongue touches her she lets out a deep moan, I know its torture, but it’s a wonderful torture. I lick feverishly, unable to get enough of her, when she offers up more I feel her mouth go limp around me, she’s struggling to pleasure me. Wiping her juice across her rump and thighs as she desperately tries to satisfy me, I will keep her for a few days and prepare her right. When I explode she wants to collapse, I press my finger inside of her encouraging her to continue until I am sated

Holding her in my arms as she sleeps I have to fight the desire to take her now when the goddamn phone goes off. I crawl out from under her leaving her snoozing on the linoleum. Lifting the receiver I cringe at the voice coming through, it’s Dr Dee, a low life pimp who helped me out once and now thinks I owe him. “What do you want Debrinowski?” His nasal drip is so apparent in his pleas, “Dammit Reilly I’m Dr. Dee!”

“What exactly are you a Doctor of?”

“I’m a Doctor of love.” Oh Christ I’m gonna vomit.

“I’m busy Doc, so call me later.”

“No don’t hang up, please don’t hang up, I need a favor… (Silence) Did you hang up?”

“No, but I should have.”

“This is good money, and maybe something extra for you.”

“Ooh, my nipples are hard.” Sarcasm wasted on a moron, “I’ll see you later.” Hanging up I turn back to sweet Sarah, I hate turning her into fast food, but anything involving Debrinowski is going to be a mess. Now I’m back to being aggravated, I need some time away, not even thinking as I pull out the magnetic spit when the name on the box grabs my attention. Belinda!

I caress the hair covering her face, “Hey baby one more game. Wanna play cannibal? She moans something; I take it as a yes. Firing up my radiant cooker, I walk back and lift Sarah back on the wood prep table, gently tying her arms and legs together. As I massage in my special oils into her skin she coos and giggles. We had so much fun earlier that she barely notices the pole going in her, she even smiles and asks me, “You’re up for more?”, never opening her eyes. I come around and kiss her, one last time on that sexy mouth, “No time, but I am hungry, open wide.” She opens her mouth and her eyes just a bit; smiling at what she thinks is coming. I hate to admit it, but the poles a little wider than me and she gags for a second as it slides in. When the magnets make contact her eyes pop open wide, but it’s too late, actually it was too late when she got in my car.

Hoisting her on the poles, I click the motor and watch her start to turn and cook, bucking and screaming. Belinda taught me a long time ago, start low and work your way up, less damage that way and it makes the meat turn out just right. She’s crying, moaning, moving around, I try to settle her down but you never know how their going to act when they realize they’re meat now. Watching her mellow out and brown is a visual feast unto itself.

I can still taste her on my tongue as I drive to Dr. Dee’s, had to test a few different cuts before I left. I get to Dee’s club and a big guy is waiting for me in the parking lot. He opens my door for me, “Boss is pretty pissed. You took your own sweet time getting here.” I toss him the keys, “You’ll never know how sweet it was my steroid induced friend!”

I get past the dancing girls, and into Dee’s office. He’s a piece of crap, wearing endless gold chains that spill across his fat torso and highlight his pasty white complexion. He swaddles himself in the fur of some poor animal and tops it off with three greasy strands of hair combed across his acne ridden dome. The bastard is chowing down like it’s his last meal, I help myself to a chair, “I’d be careful Dee. You start chocking no one around here’s gonna Heimlich ya. “

“Shut up!”, pieces of girl meat flying everywhere. “This cow,” he motions to the girl trussed up and lying on the floor near his leg, “bunch of Germans picked her last week, but she never fattened up. Stupid cow!” as he yells down at her more things spew from his mouth and onto her. Dee runs a hooker mill, girls get used and abused by high paying clientele, then they get put up to dance, which is referred to as the moving menu; picture a sleazy lobster tank. When they’re picked they get fattened for a week and then served. “I got no use for her, I’ll pay ya to get rid of her.” He tosses me a bag, I peer inside, “what’s the extras?” He stops and after a pronounced swallow looks me right in the eye, “I’m giving you a girl, fuck her, beat her, have some fun!” There is nothing fun about this, no hunt, not enough money, and having to deal with this shithead. I pick up the girl, before I leave I tell him, “This is the last time Dee.” He laughs, chokes, and wipes his mouth, “Then I never tell ya where Nina is!” He laughs some more, starts choking, whacks his belly against the edge of the desk and sends the defiant piece of meat smacking against the wall barely missing me. I look right at it admiring the attempt, “nice try.”

I toss her into the trunk and pick up the cell phone, “Hey Belinda, miss me?… No? Ok… Mind if I come for a visit, I’ll even bring dinner… See you in a couple of days.” I hang up and try to con myself that the long drive will be good for me, in reality checking in a girl as luggage never works, and I can’t trust this one not to bolt. Can’t blame her though. I’ll stop by the house, pack a few things, get some more Sarah for the road, and visit my old friend Belinda. Things may be finally looking up.