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Sex with Six

19 Feb

kama-sutra-rioIt all began like everything else with a story.

The car was cloaked in darkness. Three boys, three girls who were lured with the sweet promise of adventure in India. We were on a road trip that was doomed to last for fours hours that would take us to our tiger safari in Rathambore. Our supply of rum and chips was running out.

And we were bored.

“The car got a flat tire so Joel went out for a piss.” Aaron’s voice from the backseat sliced through the deadweight silence that settled on us, shifting it aside like an old musty blanket.

Joel sat up from the middle of the car and continued the story. “But before he could do so, he felt Michelle’s hand on his ass because she wanted some action.” He licked his lips.

“All Michelle wanted to do actually was shove Joel out of the car because it was getting stuffy.” Michelle shot him a triumphant look.

“At that point, the midget appeared,” Seamus at the front continued.

“Whoa, what’s up with the midget?” Joel said.

“It’s not your turn, Joel,” said Aaron. He stared across from Shirley at the back and rolled his eyes.

I took a deep breath, excited at how these things were turning about. For some reason, the car was getting warmer. “The midget led these six –

“—Seven. What about the driver?” said Joel.

“Ssh. Let her continue,” said Seamus.

“Seven lost souls to a house in the middle of nowhere. There they found –“

“You’re only allowed a sentence,” Aaron interrupted.

“Fine. –Middle of nowhere and there they found an orgy of men and women, their brown flesh dripping with intoxicating sweat.”

“Hello!” Joel exclaimed.

“At that point, the group decided to take off their clothes and join in,” said Seamus. His eyes met mine and held them for some time. My tongue peeked out and I licked my lower lip nervously, leaving a shiny trail.

“But the girls hesitated, unsure of themselves and let the guys have a stab at it first,” Shirley said. Aaron’s foot nudged hers as the vehicle rocked from passing a pothole.

“Surely the guys wouldn’t protest as they’ve been eyeing each other for a long time and this was the perfect opportunity for them to unleash their carnal desire,” Michelle said.

“But, but,” Aaron said. “The midget announced that customs dictate the women always go first so regretfully, the guys backed down to let the girls take the limelight.”

“Now you’re talking.” Joel grinned. “To help these girls overcome their sudden shyness, a few of the naked women with their breasts dripping of coconut oil decided to come and help them out.”

“At that point –” Seamus began.

“At that point,” the group bellowed in unison, now aware of his trademark.

Unabashed Seamus continued, “At that point, they decided to give each other an oil massage.”

I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. “But it was hard to take off the girls’ wet saris that were clinging to their supple flesh from the rain so frustrated our dark skinned friends decided to tear them off.”

“And proceeded to also strip down the men,” Michelle said.

“I’m not complaining,” said Joel. His arms snaked around behind my shoulder. “Supple flesh, where did that come from?” he whispered into my ear. Then the car rocked again. I was pressed further into Michelle’s warm body and she grasped my waist so I was caught in this awkward embrace between the two of them.

“The men dived in to dance and cavort and taste the throbbing buttocks of delightful female flesh,” Aaron said. Not breaking his eye contact with us, his hand rested softly upon Shirley’s thigh.

“As if under a heady trance, the six—” I said.

“-Seven,” corrected Joel. His fingertips grazed my ear.

“The seven did not know whose flesh they’ve tasted for all they wanted was to be in the moment, to exist right here and now, with their animal juices running down their thighs and it was hard to breathe underneath those pulsating bodies with their fingers clawing onto each others’ backs drawing droplets of blood.”

“That’s one paragraph,” Joel said. He fanned himself with his other hand. “Is it getting hot here or is it just me?”

“At that point – ”

The car skidded to a stop. For a moment, there was a pregnant silence as everyone noted with disappointment that we’ve arrived. Perhaps we’d hoped that the tale will soon venture with a tentative foot to the real world. But that hope was now gone. There was no more story.

“At that point, everything came to an end.”

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The Devil Wants You Dead-7

26 Jan

Sorry for the delay. Work is finally over. YES! Am now in India for holiday and detoxifying all that stress. I’ve sneaked in a bit of blogging while staying with a host family. Will be back in full gear China by February 2.

If you want to read this series from the beginning, click here. See all parts below.

 

We were on the outskirts of town, where no one dared to venture and the roads lay deserted. Skeletons of oak trees lined the streets and the air was perfumed with dry sweet despair. As David walked towards us in his worn out clothes, he swayed from side to side like a broken pendulum.

 

“How are the love marks I’ve given you, bro?” David looked at Charlie. His voice slurred. “Do you want me to do it to you again?”

 

Charlie quickly covered his wrists instinctively as if to protect them from the monster before us.

 

So the bastard lied.

 

I brought out my gun.

 

David’s eyes took notice. “You were always a lousy shooter.”

 

“But good enough to blow your brains from over here.” I brought the gun up and aimed it at him.

 

“Is that any way to greet an old buddy?”

 

“Reunion’s over.”

 

David grinned and then collapsed before my very eyes. I quickly got out of the car.

 

“John! Get back here!” Charlie called after me, too scared to get near his brother.

 

I bent over David’s prone form. His dilated pupils stared ahead as if he was looking straight through me. Gashes lined his forehead. Clasped tightly in his right hand was Susie’s gold watch.

 

To be continued

 

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If you want to read thgun-and-cigarette-noir1is series from the beginning, click here. See all parts below.

That one moment of surprise was all it took. He quickly grabbed Susie and fled.

I rushed outside but it was too late. There was no trace of them.

“Suuuusie!!!” I screamed her name into the empty abyss but nobody answered me.

*

Charlie was inside his little kingdom –his kindergarten room. It was filled with bright alphabet letters, smurfs, Donald Ducks and other sickening paraphernalia.

He was teaching those six year olds the BINGO song when I snuck up from behind. I jabbed my gun hidden inside my jacket against his back and whispered, “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now for fucking my wife.”

“Okay kiddos, time to get your play doh out.” His cheerful voice didn’t waver a bit. You had to admire Charlie for his calmness. He was not the type to piss his pants in a life threatening situation.

His students shot curious glances at me while taking out their little jars of clay. I grinned back.

He turned to me. I was unshaven. I had cuts everywhere and my wrinkled shirt was untucked from my pants. “You stink.”

“I think my odor should be the least of your concerns.” He was holding me by the elbow, leading me into the teacher’s room. No one was there. He locked the door.

“How long have you known?” he asked, looking at the shiny chrome knob.

“Some time.”

Charlie didn’t try to deny it. He raised his eyes to look at me. They held but one emotion. “I love her,” he said. Just like that. So fucking simple. I wanted to smash his boyish face into the window over and over again for just saying that, see it scarred for life and piss all over it. I would like to see his blood in my hands.

But I needed him.

“Susie’s been kidnapped.”

His knees buckled.

“You didn’t know? That means that son of a bitch hasn’t killed her yet.”

“Who did it?”

“Johnson.”

“Fuck! This is no time to be joking, John!”

“Shit, Charlie. You know I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“You said so yourself you saw him.”

I waved the gun around. “I think it looked like him. It was just a fraction of a second. The lightning could’ve been playing tricks with me. I was under a lot of stress.” I looked at him pointedly. “A whole lot of stress.”

He didn’t flinch. “You knew this day would come. Retribution. You can’t escape God’s judgment.”

I laughed. “So God brought back the dead to torment us?” I stepped closer to him. “So you think Ben deserved to die? How about Susie? Would you like to see her tongue pulled out too?”

I saw his fist tighten. He wanted to punch me. Good. I wanted him to so I could forget the pain for a moment. Knock me out, you lying scumbag.

I took a deep breath and tried to put my thoughts in order. No, this won’t help my two faced cheating wife at all. God, I still love her. How pathetic.

I lit up a stick and inhaled deeply.

“This is a no smoking zone.”

“Fuck you. But then you already did that to my wife.” I exhaled. “Call the nuthouse.”

“Why don’t you do it?”

“I don’t exactly keep phone numbers of mental cases now, don’t I? Especially those who were once your former accomplices in murder. I know you keep tabs on him,” I said. “Since you were the one who put him there in the first place.”

He reached for the phone and dialed the number of the mental asylum. He spoke to someone for a few minutes and then his whole body went rigid. He replaced the receiver and turned to me. I had never seen him look so pale and frightened.

“David’s escaped.”

To be continued

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