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Hey all, sorry if this may be wrong for me to post here. Some may say the AH is more correct, but let's be real. Enough said.
I've written a "pulp fiction" novel that fits in many cats. Getting ready to submit three chapters, the good Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
I'll share a bit with you in hopes ya'll can figure this shit out.
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT CH. 01
It stunk. The air was heavy with the stench of crime and corruption. A smile formed on my lips as I dropped the cigarette I was smoking onto the sidewalk and ground out the glowing tip under the toe of one foot. This was my kind of town.
I liked to think of myself as an opportunist, but people had other names for me, none of them kind. Fuck it -- fuck them. I had a right to live, I figured, and to survive I had to do things others didn’t necessarily like. Most people didn’t like to look at the dark side of life, but when they did they’d see me. Welcome to reality, welcome to hell, at least to my version of it.
I’d just arrived in this small Midwestern town after stepping off a bus, watching as the diesel engine roared and the silver monster disappeared into the night. My fucking savior. Had it not been for its timely arrival I would very likely have been killed. I had a real bad habit of leaving places on a bad note. Fuck it.
I adjusted my black brimmed hat and pulled my black coat more tightly against my body to ward off the brisk, chill wind. It was nearly midnight, the air was moist and droplets of freezing rain began pelting me. Still retaining much of the warmth provided by my silver chariot, I glanced around before deciding on a direction to walk.
The glow of soft light emanating from small, shuttered windows, accompanied by muffled music, drew me across the street. Trouble lurked, I was sure. Oh yes, this was my kind of town.
I opened the door to find myself in a dimly lit bar. A large black man stood behind the counter across the room and glanced at me suspiciously with the whitest eyes I’d ever seen.
Hands were gently removing my hat and coat from behind. I was briefly startled; I was usually more careful to watch my own back. A guy never knew from which direction trouble would come, and needed to see its approach.
“Daisy,” a sweet voice announced.
“I didn’t-” I started to say, but was quickly cut off.
“You were about to,” I was abruptly told.
I wasn’t in the habit of dropping my name but when she asked, I told her. “Gerry.”
“Do you have a last name?”
This dame was full of questions. “Let’s just keep to first names. It’s better for everyone in the long run.”
I didn’t think of the handgun in my shoulder holster, but it didn’t seem to shock anyone once the coat was removed. I looked at the dame as she peered at the piece, but then her eyes shifted to mine and smiled warmly, invitingly even, if I was reading her right.
“Welcome,” the black man behind the bar boisterously greeted, his lips parting to reveal teeth as white as his eyes. “What’cha drinkin’?”
“Bourbon,” I responded as I walked towards a stool, entrusting my hat and coat to Daisy’s care. “Skip the ice, I’m chilled enough.”
The large man grinned widely. “Daisy’ll take care of that.”
Of course she would, I thought to myself. I was even flush with cash this time, which wasn’t normally the case. I’d won it in a big poker game with men of questionable character, which nearly cost me my life. Fucking poor losers, they were. Fuck them. I gulped the drink down, wincing as it seared a path down my throat, burning my stomach for a few seconds.
I slapped the empty glass on the bar and looked up at the dark man expectantly. He smiled while refilling it.
“Always this busy?” I questioned sarcastically as I was the only customer in the bar.
“Been busier,” Daisy answered as she sat down on the stool beside me. “Until Charlie’s opened, that is.”
“Charlie’s,” I muttered under my breath. “Another bar?”
My innocent question seemed to take on humor as the bartender began to loudly laugh. It was a mocking expression, though. Clearly there was animosity surrounding the subject.
“It’s a fair question,” Daisy quickly interjected as she turned very friendly, leaning against my right side as a hand caressed my upper chest. “Got a lot of soldiers in here… young, good-looking, armed with cash. We earned ourselves a decent living.”
I sipped the bourbon this time. “Until?”
“Had a couple of troublemakers show up, start fights, rough up the customers,” she patiently explained. “Army put our place off-limits. Then Charlie’s opened up, two blocks closer to the post.”
“And not off-limits,” I added as I saw where this conversation was headed. “Welcome to the land of opportunity.”
“I don’t mind competition,” the black man finally spoke up, his voice seething with hatred, “but what they did to us was wrong!”
And somehow I’d stumbled into the midst of this feud with the preordained task to make it right. Everybody seemed to know all about this party except for me. Why did things always turn out this way for me?
“You’ll fix it for us, Gerry,” Daisy stated with complete confidence. “And I’ll make sure you’re well compensated for your efforts.”
It seemed I had a place to stay, and someone to share it with. This was when I paid more attention to the dame, gave her a good look. Her skin was a light brown, silky smooth, with a nice sheen to it. Her short black hair was wavy, and it framed a pretty face with warm brown eyes and alluring full lips. There was little doubt she’d shared the company of many lonely soldiers.
After taking another drink my eyes lowered, noting the orange flower-print dress she was wearing. It was simple, sleeveless, nothing fancy, with inch-wide shoulder straps that held the fabric up. I could plainly see the outline of her large breasts and dark nipples through the thin material, and this caused my dormant cock to awaken with a twitch. This dame was a looker alright.
“Who told you I was coming?” I had to ask out of curiosity, since it appeared that my arrival had been anticipated.
“Rochelle,” was her answer. “We didn’t know when, exactly. But we kept waiting, and here you are.”
I smirked and reached for my drink, polishing it off. Yeah, here I am. The black man behind the bar poured me another without being asked.
The dame got even cozier. I could smell her perfume now, which was nice. Her left arm was around my shoulders, her right hand rubbing against my stomach. The dark hair lightly brushed along the right side of my face -- I breathed in the fruity scent of shampoo.
“How long will it take?” she asked in a whisper as her delectable lips nibbled at the bottom of my earlobe.
How long would it take? Was this dame for real? This party had been going on for awhile now and I was just showing up. I didn’t even know who all the players were yet. How long? But I wouldn’t show her the crappy hand I’d been dealt.
“It’ll take as long as it takes,” I answered noncommittally, another sip of murky liquid fire washing the words down and returning a sense of warmth to my body.
Her hand on my abdomen lowered just enough to capture the attention of the best part of me. “I’m not sure how much longer we can go on like this is why I ask.”
I figured this was coming… maybe this was why I knew fate had dealt me a winning hand in a game that could’ve been my last, but hadn’t been. My right hand fished into a hidden pocket inside my coat and withdrew a wad of bills, half of which I kept, the rest I placed on the bar.
“This’ll keep the joint afloat for a few weeks, maybe more.”
Her soft lips kissed the right side of my face. “You won’t regret this, I promise.”
The only problem was I already did, and in a big way. But I was here, she was here, and, like it or not, I was already in it up to my neck.
“Tell me about this Charlie.”
Her body stiffened as the dame made her dislike for the guy known. The smile on her otherwise attractive face turned into a sneer. “He owns the town… well, except for this place.”
“And he’d like nothing more than to see you two skedaddle,” I quickly surmised. “You used to be the only bar around?”
“Used to be,” she sighed wistfully as her mind reflected back on better times. “Never had very much business… a few regulars, just enough to get by.”
My curiosity piqued. “So what happened?”
Silence followed before she placed her chin on my right shoulder and gazed deeply into my eyes. “The Japanese went crazy and the war in the Pacific started. The post has never been so busy, and the money was flowing as fast as the booze.”
I nodded my understanding.
“Charlie saw what was happening and wanted a piece of the action,” the bartender broke in. “That sorry son-of-a-bitch tried to buy us out, but I wouldn’t go for it. We paid our dues when times were tough, and once things turned around for us, all of a sudden he wants his cut.”
Daisy silenced the black man with a look before returning her full attention to me.
“Charlie’s thugs showed up and caused problems, started fights, robbed the soldiers in the parking lot, stirred the pot enough to get us put off-limits to military personnel,” Daisy continued. “Just in time for Charlie’s to open its doors.”
I sensed there was more to it than they were seeing. I smelled corruption.
“Did you appeal the decision to the post commander?” I questioned.
The large black man half-smiled and rolled his eyes with obvious disgust. “Did us a whole lot of good, as you can see. Quoted the regulations, one year on the list before we could be reconsidered for removal.”
It didn’t take long for me to begin questioning the integrity of the post leadership. I could easily envision Charlie sleeping in the same bed as the commander, sharing in the hefty profits of the only bar approved for use by military personnel. How fucking convenient.
I winced as I emptied the glass for a third time, waving the bartender off as he attempted to pour me a fourth. “I’m starting to get the picture. I’m also starting to get tired. You got a bed waiting for me?”
“At the top of the stairs,” Daisy quickly answered. “I’ll take you there.”
My head was buzzing nicely as I slid off the stool. Her left arm reached around my waist and she snuggled along my right side as we slowly mounted the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under our combined weight.
Note to self, the stairs creak, I thought. This might prove to be helpful in the future, especially if Charlie was as dangerous as I sensed he might be. Any advantage I could find I would gladly take. One guy against a small army didn’t bode well for me.
“You don’t know how glad we are that you’re here,” Daisy shared. “You’re our last hope to make things right.”
“Are you and… are you two an item?” I wondered aloud.
“Stan,” she filled in the blank as her sweet voice briefly laughed. “And we’re most definitely not an item. He’s my half-brother.”
Things suddenly made more sense to me. I had difficulty imagining a boyfriend allowing his girlfriend to bed the locals. But a sister, or half-sister… well, I could much more easily envision this being allowed to happen.
“Is my room your room?” I couldn’t help but ask.
As we stepped onto the second floor her right hand reached out, turned the knob, and pushed the closed door open. “It is. You’re welcome to it, and to me, for as long as you need to make things right for us again.”
A dame worth her salt knew how to treat a man, and this one was no different, or so it appeared thus far. And I wasn’t above enjoying a dame’s attention, either. Hey, if it was offered, bite off a big piece, this was my philosophy. And after the mess I’d just escaped, I was powerful hungry for what was on her shapely menu.
It was a simple room, nothing fancy. Not even the recent jump in business was evident based on the plain metal-framed bed, worn dresser, naked overhead bulb, and a small lamp that had clearly seen better days.
“Nice room,” I politely spoke without conviction.
“Don’t lie,” she replied. “It’s not much, but it’s mine. Not even Charlie can take this away from me.”
That’s because he doesn’t want it, I thought but didn’t say. Who the hell did this dame think she was kidding, anyway? If Charlie wanted her ass on a platter, he’d have it. But it was the money that was the important thing. Charlie knew it was only a matter of time before this joint dried up and blew away, with this dame and her half-brother along with it. Only he hadn’t counted on me.
I stood just a few feet inside of the room as she shut and locked the door behind us. I glanced at the bed to my right, which was positioned flush against the front and side walls.
It was made, which impressed me. Crisp white sheets, a pillow, and an army green wool blanket tightly in place on top. The sight reminded me of the four years I’d spent in the country’s service before this war broke out.
“How do you like it?” she asked, easily stepping into the role of the prostitute she was.
My response was instantaneous. “Blow me to start with, and then I’ll think of something clever.”
Daisy turned on me like a toxic snake. “You’re a pig!”
I grinned as I sat on the side of the bed, testing its firmness before looking up at her. “Yeah, and you’re a whore. We’re a match made in heaven. Deal with it.”
She turned her back to me as she removed her earrings, placing them on top of the dresser. “Rochelle warned me about you.”
I was curious. “Who is this Rochelle? And how did I get mixed up in this mess, anyway?”
I figured this dame had a store not far away, with a fucking crystal ball painted on the glass, lining the soldiers up, telling them their fate, either real or imagined. I wasn’t buying any of it. But how did this dame even know I existed, and that I would end up here of all places?
And why, I wondered, did I end up here? Sheer circumstance, or did fate have a plan for me after all?
“She’s not who you think she is,” Daisy began. “She’s not some dime-store mind reader. Rochelle is the real thing -- she’s a seer.”
“A seer,” I repeated, not buying any of it. “Ain’t she fucking special.”
Daisy’s dark eyes narrowed. “She is special… very special. So much more than you could ever understand.”
Lifting my right leg across my lap I untied the shoe and placed it on the wood floor just under the bed where I was sitting. “This Rochelle, is she your grandmother or something?”
“She’s my eight year-old niece.”
Daisy must have known this would catch me by surprise, and she wasn’t wrong. A slight smile curled her lips as I immediately fell silent and froze, jaw dropping open.
“I told you it’s not what you think,” Daisy went on. “She had no idea the kind of problems we were having. But she walked up to me a week ago, held my hand, smiled up at me, and told me in a sweet, reassuring voice that she’d had a vision and that help would be coming very soon.”
“Kids her age say all kinds of things,” I commented, not as if I had any experience with them.
“Don’t you see? She summoned you,” the woman pointed out in an effort to convince me what I didn’t want to believe.
“Yeah, whatever.” I blew her off and removed my other shoe, then stood to undress. “I’m not buying it.”
Daisy fell silent and looked at me with a mixture of frustration and disbelief written across her face. “If you don’t believe what I’m saying, then tell me why you’re here. How did you know to come to this town, and to this place?”
The truth was, I couldn’t explain it, and we both knew it. But the thought of being summoned by a kid to rescue her aunt and uncle, half-uncle, whatever, I wasn’t buying any of it. As she stood there with her arms crossed, staring me down, I finally relented.
“Okay, fine, this Rochelle summoned me here to help you,” I finally played along. “It makes about as much sense as anything else anyway. Now are you going to get undressed?”
She shook her head with frustration. “I wish she could’ve summoned someone a little more romantic.” Turning to face away from me she asked, “Can you at least get the zipper for me?”
As I tugged the zipper down its long track I told her, “You don’t need romance, you need a heartless fuck like me to light a fire under Charlie’s ass. Okay, I’m here. Show me what you can do with that fine brown body of yours and we’ll see how long I stay.”
I played the tough guy, but I wasn’t as heartless as I claimed. There was a soft side to me… I just tried not showing it. Soft meant weak, and weak was no way to be when starting what could turn out to be a big fight. I just had to play it smarter than the other guy.
I could’ve, and probably should’ve lowered the zipper as she’d asked and laid down on the bed just like any other paying customer -- but I didn’t. With her dress now loose I gently kissed one side of her sweet-smelling neck, taking my time as my soft lips dragged over the silky warm skin. She sighed and leaned back into my chest, apparently having missed the loving attention of a man.
This dame was a class act, skilled, and was probably very good at doing what she did. The anticipation had my cock swelling and the bulge pressed against the center of her lower back, just above her firm, rounded ass.
“I’ve missed this,” she purred, her squirming body rubbing up against my growing erection, teasing me.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, slowly coaxing the dress straps closer to the edge of her arms. They slipped down her arms at the same time, gravity pulling the garment down to the floor around her ankles. My hands reached under her arms and cupped her upright breasts, thumbs prodding the stiffening nipples. The dame sure had a nice rack, I had to give her that.
Daisy turned her head to the right and looked at me over her shoulder. I saw the heat in those enticing brown eyes and she sucked me right in. Oh, this dame was good alright. She could’ve had me eating out of her hand if she’d wanted.
Our lips met, parted, and suddenly she was devouring e my mouth with her wet, wild tongue. She tasted glorious. This was one ride I was planning on enjoying for as long as I could hang on. My cock was as hard as could be as it throbbed against her back, eager to be throbbing someplace else -- someplace tight and juicy. Daisy really knew how to work her charms on the opposite sex.
She turned around within my arms to compress her rack against my chest. I felt the hard nipples as they pulsed, further fueling my arousal. I could hardly wait to give this dame all I had where it really counted. I’d have her calling out my name in due time. I had a way with dames, knew how to get them all worked up. This one would be no different.
“You’re a cocky son-of-a-bitch, ain’t ya?” she suddenly spat out after pulling her mouth away from mine.
It was like she could hear my thoughts. Or maybe she just liked it rough; some dames could be like that. Either way I pushed her down onto the bed. She shrieked at first but laughed afterwards, smiling seductively as she made a point of letting me know she was staring at my bulge. Then she licked her lips, all hungry-like. Yeah, I’d give this dame a good, long taste of what she was hungry for.
She laid there watching as I removed the shoulder holster. I hung one side of the holster over the top edge of the frame within arm’s reach of where I’d be… well, satisfying myself.
“You ever kill anyone before, Justyn?” she questioned, her eyes searching mine for an answer. Maybe she wanted reassurance, to know that I could if needed.
My eyes narrowed as I loosened my belt. “A wise man never tips his hand.”
The dame rolled her eyes and briefly laughed. “Are you really as tough as you claim to be?”
“Ask Rochelle, she seems to have all the answers.”
I stepped out of my pants, now wearing only my undershorts. I took a moment to admire her slender, shapely brown body. She was naked except for nylon stockings that ended just below her crotch and black heeled shoes.
This dame wasn’t tipping her hand either, lying with her legs closed to deny me a view of what rested between those long, fine brown legs. I instead had to settle on admiring her large tits tipped with chocolate-brown nipples.
“Have you ever loved a woman of color?” she asked.
I grinned. “All dames are one color or another.”
“You’re impossible.”
And then I showed her my hard side. Naked, I stepped forward to the edge of the bed. She sat up with those dark eyes riveted to my cock and leaned forward to begin sucking on it. I sighed as those lips tightened around its width, that amazing tongue swirling over the smooth tip and sending tingling sensations surging through my balls. Oh, this dame very was well acquainted with the pleasure business.
I moved my hands around the back of her head and fucked that hot, wet mouth as her succulent lips moved up and down the length of my cock. I could feel the tip bumping at the back of her throat, even rounding the bend and venturing deeper. My entire being shuddered with sensations of intense delight as she moved me closer to the edge.
She had to have sensed my rising excitement because then she changed things up, mouth backing off the saliva-moistened shaft. Gripping the tip in her left palm she pressed my erection flat against my abdomen to expose the underside and, starting at the base, worked her way up the length. Her tongue licked hard, teeth dragging over the exposed flesh.
I was impressed. She was the complete package. The dame knew how to treat a guy and she had my cock as stiff as it ever had been. I could feel my balls starting to draw closer to the base of the shaft as my arousal intensified. When her tongue reached the rounded head she took it back inside, and once again my cock was fucking her mouth and throat as my hands pulled her face to my crotch.
As she edged me closer to climax, had me right on the verge, I groaned my pleasure as the tingling sensations of delight grew more pronounced. Then suddenly her mouth withdrew. As my eyes opened I watched as she backed away from me further up the bed, lying down with an inviting smile on her lips.
Daisy was a magnificent creature, this dame was. Such beautiful light ebony skin, so silky smooth as it shimmered in the yellowish light of the lamp. I stupidly stood there staring, my wet cock rigid and throbbing as I drank in the lush sight of her.
After gazing into her alluring eyes my attention shifted to the full breasts I’d earlier fondled, then my focus traveled down over her flat tummy. She was laying there with her right thigh crossed over the left to hide from my view her most private of places. The dame was clearly teasing me, knowing full well I was eager to see all of her.
“Get the light first,” she requested.
I did, and stumbled back to the bed in unfamiliar territory. It was a small bed as I slipped under the sheet and blanket she held up for me. Then she snuggled up against me as I settled on my right side facing her, our lips blindly meeting in the darkness as the winter storm continued to rage outside.
The sweet taste of her mouth was now tinged with salt from my leaking semen. Our tongues extended to anxiously entwine, and soon the kiss grew passionate. My right arm moved under her neck to hug her shoulders, left hand cupping a breast to caress. I felt her hand stroking my erection, keeping me hard as her body moistened from the sexual foreplay.
Anxious to feel what she’d denied from my sight, my left hand next rubbed along her stomach before reaching the top of her crotch. Her right thigh finally moved away, legs widening to allow me access.
The tips of my fingers felt the tight cluster of curls at the rise of her mound and paused there to sift the digits through the silky strands, taking my time with this tigress of a dame. Daisy appeared to like this -- her body pressed more tightly against mine, hips shamelessly grinding herself upon my fingers, her muffled moans sounding as the energy of her kisses intensified
This dame was really heating up now. My fingers ventured further south to touch the top of her pussy, traveling lightly along the silky folds. I could feel the moist heat of her emanating from within. As my index finger gently separated the lips, my middle finger moved into her hot, wet slit.
The hand around my cock squeezed hard as her body briefly stiffened with arousal. Our passionate kissing suddenly turned frantic, tongues hungrily thrusting as our lips devoured one another. And then, breathless, her mouth backed away.
My finger found the tiny bud of her enlarged clit and rubbed on and around this sensitive spot. Her moans filled the night as she shuddered and writhed in pleasure from the intimate stimulation. My finger dipped down to penetrate her opening, collecting the leaking wetness and spreading it along the slit and moistening her clit.
“I’m ready,” she whispered softly before pushing me onto my back and climbing on to ride me.
So was I -- more than ready. The dame had seen to this, keeping me aroused but not letting me reach the verge of orgasm a second time. I laid back and relaxed, letting her do the work, feeling as one hand gripped my cock before guiding the tip to her juice-soaked pussy, aligning our bodies for the sex act we both were yearning for.
When she settled down on top of me I could feel my cock spearing fully into her sex, savoring the wet heat that surrounded me. Oh man, this dame felt wonderful! Daisy shifted her hips and pelvis, lowering even more. I could feel the lips of her pussy pressing against my crotch as she took in every last bit.
My hands reached down to grasp her slender waist just as she began rising back up, the walls of her canal gripping my cock during its retreat. A moment later and her body was lowering down on me again, soaking my hardness with her warm nectar. We were both moaning and groaning as she demonstrated just how good she was at fucking.
This dame knew all the right moves; hips and pelvis moving, grinding, and all the while sliding up and down my full length. This was paradise. I started to thrust my hips, driving upwards into her descending pussy. Pounding into her as my breathless groans announced my mounting delight.
The heat of her warmed me to the core. I felt her ample wetness not only soaking my cock but dripping onto my twitching balls as I rammed my cock into her center. When the tingling pressure in my lower abdomen intensified I knew I was edging closer.
Our fucking turned frantic, bodies slamming into one another, the metal frame of the bed now squeaking in protest of the urgent activity. Soft moans became gasps and soft cries. I was getting closer, could feel the balls drawing up against the base of my cock as my pleasure grew.
I wasn’t sure if she was getting close, but I had my answer a few moments later as I felt her luscious body clenching hard. Crying out loud into the still of night her dark form shuddered and bucked in uncontrollable convulsions of ecstasy. Her orgasm and violent tremors were felt by my body and suddenly I was joining her.
Taking short strokes now, driving into her with powerful strokes, I grunted as the ejaculations started. Pounding into her fast and hard the squirting ribbons of cum exploded from my balls, filling her pussy with my seed. We both savored the pleasure of our climaxes until the intense sensations faded.
Breathless, Daisy fell forward onto my chest. We both briefly laughed in relief as I hugged her against me.
Neither of us spoke, there was nothing to really say. Sure, the dame probably had a long list of questions she could ask, just as I could of her, but we both knew that this would be a short-lived affair. I was here for one purpose, and once that purpose was served, I’d be gone as quickly as I’d arrived.
We changed positions, her laying on her right side facing the wall, me spooning her body, sharing the warmth and companionship of the embrace. It wasn’t long before she was asleep and I listened to her steady, rhythmic breaths.
As for me, I didn’t sleep much; didn’t have that much need, not like most others. And so I laid there thinking about this place, about what Daisy and her half-brother had told me of Charlie. There was more to it than that, I knew. Corruption ran deep, like veins of gold. I was sure the base commander was involved as well as the law. They all had their hands in the till.
Tomorrow would be most interesting. The players would make themselves known soon enough. News of a stranger in a small town would spread like wildfire, especially when one spent the night at a bar the local thugs were trying to shut down. And then the games would begin.
I've written a "pulp fiction" novel that fits in many cats. Getting ready to submit three chapters, the good Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
I'll share a bit with you in hopes ya'll can figure this shit out.
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT CH. 01
It stunk. The air was heavy with the stench of crime and corruption. A smile formed on my lips as I dropped the cigarette I was smoking onto the sidewalk and ground out the glowing tip under the toe of one foot. This was my kind of town.
I liked to think of myself as an opportunist, but people had other names for me, none of them kind. Fuck it -- fuck them. I had a right to live, I figured, and to survive I had to do things others didn’t necessarily like. Most people didn’t like to look at the dark side of life, but when they did they’d see me. Welcome to reality, welcome to hell, at least to my version of it.
I’d just arrived in this small Midwestern town after stepping off a bus, watching as the diesel engine roared and the silver monster disappeared into the night. My fucking savior. Had it not been for its timely arrival I would very likely have been killed. I had a real bad habit of leaving places on a bad note. Fuck it.
I adjusted my black brimmed hat and pulled my black coat more tightly against my body to ward off the brisk, chill wind. It was nearly midnight, the air was moist and droplets of freezing rain began pelting me. Still retaining much of the warmth provided by my silver chariot, I glanced around before deciding on a direction to walk.
The glow of soft light emanating from small, shuttered windows, accompanied by muffled music, drew me across the street. Trouble lurked, I was sure. Oh yes, this was my kind of town.
I opened the door to find myself in a dimly lit bar. A large black man stood behind the counter across the room and glanced at me suspiciously with the whitest eyes I’d ever seen.
Hands were gently removing my hat and coat from behind. I was briefly startled; I was usually more careful to watch my own back. A guy never knew from which direction trouble would come, and needed to see its approach.
“Daisy,” a sweet voice announced.
“I didn’t-” I started to say, but was quickly cut off.
“You were about to,” I was abruptly told.
I wasn’t in the habit of dropping my name but when she asked, I told her. “Gerry.”
“Do you have a last name?”
This dame was full of questions. “Let’s just keep to first names. It’s better for everyone in the long run.”
I didn’t think of the handgun in my shoulder holster, but it didn’t seem to shock anyone once the coat was removed. I looked at the dame as she peered at the piece, but then her eyes shifted to mine and smiled warmly, invitingly even, if I was reading her right.
“Welcome,” the black man behind the bar boisterously greeted, his lips parting to reveal teeth as white as his eyes. “What’cha drinkin’?”
“Bourbon,” I responded as I walked towards a stool, entrusting my hat and coat to Daisy’s care. “Skip the ice, I’m chilled enough.”
The large man grinned widely. “Daisy’ll take care of that.”
Of course she would, I thought to myself. I was even flush with cash this time, which wasn’t normally the case. I’d won it in a big poker game with men of questionable character, which nearly cost me my life. Fucking poor losers, they were. Fuck them. I gulped the drink down, wincing as it seared a path down my throat, burning my stomach for a few seconds.
I slapped the empty glass on the bar and looked up at the dark man expectantly. He smiled while refilling it.
“Always this busy?” I questioned sarcastically as I was the only customer in the bar.
“Been busier,” Daisy answered as she sat down on the stool beside me. “Until Charlie’s opened, that is.”
“Charlie’s,” I muttered under my breath. “Another bar?”
My innocent question seemed to take on humor as the bartender began to loudly laugh. It was a mocking expression, though. Clearly there was animosity surrounding the subject.
“It’s a fair question,” Daisy quickly interjected as she turned very friendly, leaning against my right side as a hand caressed my upper chest. “Got a lot of soldiers in here… young, good-looking, armed with cash. We earned ourselves a decent living.”
I sipped the bourbon this time. “Until?”
“Had a couple of troublemakers show up, start fights, rough up the customers,” she patiently explained. “Army put our place off-limits. Then Charlie’s opened up, two blocks closer to the post.”
“And not off-limits,” I added as I saw where this conversation was headed. “Welcome to the land of opportunity.”
“I don’t mind competition,” the black man finally spoke up, his voice seething with hatred, “but what they did to us was wrong!”
And somehow I’d stumbled into the midst of this feud with the preordained task to make it right. Everybody seemed to know all about this party except for me. Why did things always turn out this way for me?
“You’ll fix it for us, Gerry,” Daisy stated with complete confidence. “And I’ll make sure you’re well compensated for your efforts.”
It seemed I had a place to stay, and someone to share it with. This was when I paid more attention to the dame, gave her a good look. Her skin was a light brown, silky smooth, with a nice sheen to it. Her short black hair was wavy, and it framed a pretty face with warm brown eyes and alluring full lips. There was little doubt she’d shared the company of many lonely soldiers.
After taking another drink my eyes lowered, noting the orange flower-print dress she was wearing. It was simple, sleeveless, nothing fancy, with inch-wide shoulder straps that held the fabric up. I could plainly see the outline of her large breasts and dark nipples through the thin material, and this caused my dormant cock to awaken with a twitch. This dame was a looker alright.
“Who told you I was coming?” I had to ask out of curiosity, since it appeared that my arrival had been anticipated.
“Rochelle,” was her answer. “We didn’t know when, exactly. But we kept waiting, and here you are.”
I smirked and reached for my drink, polishing it off. Yeah, here I am. The black man behind the bar poured me another without being asked.
The dame got even cozier. I could smell her perfume now, which was nice. Her left arm was around my shoulders, her right hand rubbing against my stomach. The dark hair lightly brushed along the right side of my face -- I breathed in the fruity scent of shampoo.
“How long will it take?” she asked in a whisper as her delectable lips nibbled at the bottom of my earlobe.
How long would it take? Was this dame for real? This party had been going on for awhile now and I was just showing up. I didn’t even know who all the players were yet. How long? But I wouldn’t show her the crappy hand I’d been dealt.
“It’ll take as long as it takes,” I answered noncommittally, another sip of murky liquid fire washing the words down and returning a sense of warmth to my body.
Her hand on my abdomen lowered just enough to capture the attention of the best part of me. “I’m not sure how much longer we can go on like this is why I ask.”
I figured this was coming… maybe this was why I knew fate had dealt me a winning hand in a game that could’ve been my last, but hadn’t been. My right hand fished into a hidden pocket inside my coat and withdrew a wad of bills, half of which I kept, the rest I placed on the bar.
“This’ll keep the joint afloat for a few weeks, maybe more.”
Her soft lips kissed the right side of my face. “You won’t regret this, I promise.”
The only problem was I already did, and in a big way. But I was here, she was here, and, like it or not, I was already in it up to my neck.
“Tell me about this Charlie.”
Her body stiffened as the dame made her dislike for the guy known. The smile on her otherwise attractive face turned into a sneer. “He owns the town… well, except for this place.”
“And he’d like nothing more than to see you two skedaddle,” I quickly surmised. “You used to be the only bar around?”
“Used to be,” she sighed wistfully as her mind reflected back on better times. “Never had very much business… a few regulars, just enough to get by.”
My curiosity piqued. “So what happened?”
Silence followed before she placed her chin on my right shoulder and gazed deeply into my eyes. “The Japanese went crazy and the war in the Pacific started. The post has never been so busy, and the money was flowing as fast as the booze.”
I nodded my understanding.
“Charlie saw what was happening and wanted a piece of the action,” the bartender broke in. “That sorry son-of-a-bitch tried to buy us out, but I wouldn’t go for it. We paid our dues when times were tough, and once things turned around for us, all of a sudden he wants his cut.”
Daisy silenced the black man with a look before returning her full attention to me.
“Charlie’s thugs showed up and caused problems, started fights, robbed the soldiers in the parking lot, stirred the pot enough to get us put off-limits to military personnel,” Daisy continued. “Just in time for Charlie’s to open its doors.”
I sensed there was more to it than they were seeing. I smelled corruption.
“Did you appeal the decision to the post commander?” I questioned.
The large black man half-smiled and rolled his eyes with obvious disgust. “Did us a whole lot of good, as you can see. Quoted the regulations, one year on the list before we could be reconsidered for removal.”
It didn’t take long for me to begin questioning the integrity of the post leadership. I could easily envision Charlie sleeping in the same bed as the commander, sharing in the hefty profits of the only bar approved for use by military personnel. How fucking convenient.
I winced as I emptied the glass for a third time, waving the bartender off as he attempted to pour me a fourth. “I’m starting to get the picture. I’m also starting to get tired. You got a bed waiting for me?”
“At the top of the stairs,” Daisy quickly answered. “I’ll take you there.”
My head was buzzing nicely as I slid off the stool. Her left arm reached around my waist and she snuggled along my right side as we slowly mounted the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under our combined weight.
Note to self, the stairs creak, I thought. This might prove to be helpful in the future, especially if Charlie was as dangerous as I sensed he might be. Any advantage I could find I would gladly take. One guy against a small army didn’t bode well for me.
“You don’t know how glad we are that you’re here,” Daisy shared. “You’re our last hope to make things right.”
“Are you and… are you two an item?” I wondered aloud.
“Stan,” she filled in the blank as her sweet voice briefly laughed. “And we’re most definitely not an item. He’s my half-brother.”
Things suddenly made more sense to me. I had difficulty imagining a boyfriend allowing his girlfriend to bed the locals. But a sister, or half-sister… well, I could much more easily envision this being allowed to happen.
“Is my room your room?” I couldn’t help but ask.
As we stepped onto the second floor her right hand reached out, turned the knob, and pushed the closed door open. “It is. You’re welcome to it, and to me, for as long as you need to make things right for us again.”
A dame worth her salt knew how to treat a man, and this one was no different, or so it appeared thus far. And I wasn’t above enjoying a dame’s attention, either. Hey, if it was offered, bite off a big piece, this was my philosophy. And after the mess I’d just escaped, I was powerful hungry for what was on her shapely menu.
It was a simple room, nothing fancy. Not even the recent jump in business was evident based on the plain metal-framed bed, worn dresser, naked overhead bulb, and a small lamp that had clearly seen better days.
“Nice room,” I politely spoke without conviction.
“Don’t lie,” she replied. “It’s not much, but it’s mine. Not even Charlie can take this away from me.”
That’s because he doesn’t want it, I thought but didn’t say. Who the hell did this dame think she was kidding, anyway? If Charlie wanted her ass on a platter, he’d have it. But it was the money that was the important thing. Charlie knew it was only a matter of time before this joint dried up and blew away, with this dame and her half-brother along with it. Only he hadn’t counted on me.
I stood just a few feet inside of the room as she shut and locked the door behind us. I glanced at the bed to my right, which was positioned flush against the front and side walls.
It was made, which impressed me. Crisp white sheets, a pillow, and an army green wool blanket tightly in place on top. The sight reminded me of the four years I’d spent in the country’s service before this war broke out.
“How do you like it?” she asked, easily stepping into the role of the prostitute she was.
My response was instantaneous. “Blow me to start with, and then I’ll think of something clever.”
Daisy turned on me like a toxic snake. “You’re a pig!”
I grinned as I sat on the side of the bed, testing its firmness before looking up at her. “Yeah, and you’re a whore. We’re a match made in heaven. Deal with it.”
She turned her back to me as she removed her earrings, placing them on top of the dresser. “Rochelle warned me about you.”
I was curious. “Who is this Rochelle? And how did I get mixed up in this mess, anyway?”
I figured this dame had a store not far away, with a fucking crystal ball painted on the glass, lining the soldiers up, telling them their fate, either real or imagined. I wasn’t buying any of it. But how did this dame even know I existed, and that I would end up here of all places?
And why, I wondered, did I end up here? Sheer circumstance, or did fate have a plan for me after all?
“She’s not who you think she is,” Daisy began. “She’s not some dime-store mind reader. Rochelle is the real thing -- she’s a seer.”
“A seer,” I repeated, not buying any of it. “Ain’t she fucking special.”
Daisy’s dark eyes narrowed. “She is special… very special. So much more than you could ever understand.”
Lifting my right leg across my lap I untied the shoe and placed it on the wood floor just under the bed where I was sitting. “This Rochelle, is she your grandmother or something?”
“She’s my eight year-old niece.”
Daisy must have known this would catch me by surprise, and she wasn’t wrong. A slight smile curled her lips as I immediately fell silent and froze, jaw dropping open.
“I told you it’s not what you think,” Daisy went on. “She had no idea the kind of problems we were having. But she walked up to me a week ago, held my hand, smiled up at me, and told me in a sweet, reassuring voice that she’d had a vision and that help would be coming very soon.”
“Kids her age say all kinds of things,” I commented, not as if I had any experience with them.
“Don’t you see? She summoned you,” the woman pointed out in an effort to convince me what I didn’t want to believe.
“Yeah, whatever.” I blew her off and removed my other shoe, then stood to undress. “I’m not buying it.”
Daisy fell silent and looked at me with a mixture of frustration and disbelief written across her face. “If you don’t believe what I’m saying, then tell me why you’re here. How did you know to come to this town, and to this place?”
The truth was, I couldn’t explain it, and we both knew it. But the thought of being summoned by a kid to rescue her aunt and uncle, half-uncle, whatever, I wasn’t buying any of it. As she stood there with her arms crossed, staring me down, I finally relented.
“Okay, fine, this Rochelle summoned me here to help you,” I finally played along. “It makes about as much sense as anything else anyway. Now are you going to get undressed?”
She shook her head with frustration. “I wish she could’ve summoned someone a little more romantic.” Turning to face away from me she asked, “Can you at least get the zipper for me?”
As I tugged the zipper down its long track I told her, “You don’t need romance, you need a heartless fuck like me to light a fire under Charlie’s ass. Okay, I’m here. Show me what you can do with that fine brown body of yours and we’ll see how long I stay.”
I played the tough guy, but I wasn’t as heartless as I claimed. There was a soft side to me… I just tried not showing it. Soft meant weak, and weak was no way to be when starting what could turn out to be a big fight. I just had to play it smarter than the other guy.
I could’ve, and probably should’ve lowered the zipper as she’d asked and laid down on the bed just like any other paying customer -- but I didn’t. With her dress now loose I gently kissed one side of her sweet-smelling neck, taking my time as my soft lips dragged over the silky warm skin. She sighed and leaned back into my chest, apparently having missed the loving attention of a man.
This dame was a class act, skilled, and was probably very good at doing what she did. The anticipation had my cock swelling and the bulge pressed against the center of her lower back, just above her firm, rounded ass.
“I’ve missed this,” she purred, her squirming body rubbing up against my growing erection, teasing me.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, slowly coaxing the dress straps closer to the edge of her arms. They slipped down her arms at the same time, gravity pulling the garment down to the floor around her ankles. My hands reached under her arms and cupped her upright breasts, thumbs prodding the stiffening nipples. The dame sure had a nice rack, I had to give her that.
Daisy turned her head to the right and looked at me over her shoulder. I saw the heat in those enticing brown eyes and she sucked me right in. Oh, this dame was good alright. She could’ve had me eating out of her hand if she’d wanted.
Our lips met, parted, and suddenly she was devouring e my mouth with her wet, wild tongue. She tasted glorious. This was one ride I was planning on enjoying for as long as I could hang on. My cock was as hard as could be as it throbbed against her back, eager to be throbbing someplace else -- someplace tight and juicy. Daisy really knew how to work her charms on the opposite sex.
She turned around within my arms to compress her rack against my chest. I felt the hard nipples as they pulsed, further fueling my arousal. I could hardly wait to give this dame all I had where it really counted. I’d have her calling out my name in due time. I had a way with dames, knew how to get them all worked up. This one would be no different.
“You’re a cocky son-of-a-bitch, ain’t ya?” she suddenly spat out after pulling her mouth away from mine.
It was like she could hear my thoughts. Or maybe she just liked it rough; some dames could be like that. Either way I pushed her down onto the bed. She shrieked at first but laughed afterwards, smiling seductively as she made a point of letting me know she was staring at my bulge. Then she licked her lips, all hungry-like. Yeah, I’d give this dame a good, long taste of what she was hungry for.
She laid there watching as I removed the shoulder holster. I hung one side of the holster over the top edge of the frame within arm’s reach of where I’d be… well, satisfying myself.
“You ever kill anyone before, Justyn?” she questioned, her eyes searching mine for an answer. Maybe she wanted reassurance, to know that I could if needed.
My eyes narrowed as I loosened my belt. “A wise man never tips his hand.”
The dame rolled her eyes and briefly laughed. “Are you really as tough as you claim to be?”
“Ask Rochelle, she seems to have all the answers.”
I stepped out of my pants, now wearing only my undershorts. I took a moment to admire her slender, shapely brown body. She was naked except for nylon stockings that ended just below her crotch and black heeled shoes.
This dame wasn’t tipping her hand either, lying with her legs closed to deny me a view of what rested between those long, fine brown legs. I instead had to settle on admiring her large tits tipped with chocolate-brown nipples.
“Have you ever loved a woman of color?” she asked.
I grinned. “All dames are one color or another.”
“You’re impossible.”
And then I showed her my hard side. Naked, I stepped forward to the edge of the bed. She sat up with those dark eyes riveted to my cock and leaned forward to begin sucking on it. I sighed as those lips tightened around its width, that amazing tongue swirling over the smooth tip and sending tingling sensations surging through my balls. Oh, this dame very was well acquainted with the pleasure business.
I moved my hands around the back of her head and fucked that hot, wet mouth as her succulent lips moved up and down the length of my cock. I could feel the tip bumping at the back of her throat, even rounding the bend and venturing deeper. My entire being shuddered with sensations of intense delight as she moved me closer to the edge.
She had to have sensed my rising excitement because then she changed things up, mouth backing off the saliva-moistened shaft. Gripping the tip in her left palm she pressed my erection flat against my abdomen to expose the underside and, starting at the base, worked her way up the length. Her tongue licked hard, teeth dragging over the exposed flesh.
I was impressed. She was the complete package. The dame knew how to treat a guy and she had my cock as stiff as it ever had been. I could feel my balls starting to draw closer to the base of the shaft as my arousal intensified. When her tongue reached the rounded head she took it back inside, and once again my cock was fucking her mouth and throat as my hands pulled her face to my crotch.
As she edged me closer to climax, had me right on the verge, I groaned my pleasure as the tingling sensations of delight grew more pronounced. Then suddenly her mouth withdrew. As my eyes opened I watched as she backed away from me further up the bed, lying down with an inviting smile on her lips.
Daisy was a magnificent creature, this dame was. Such beautiful light ebony skin, so silky smooth as it shimmered in the yellowish light of the lamp. I stupidly stood there staring, my wet cock rigid and throbbing as I drank in the lush sight of her.
After gazing into her alluring eyes my attention shifted to the full breasts I’d earlier fondled, then my focus traveled down over her flat tummy. She was laying there with her right thigh crossed over the left to hide from my view her most private of places. The dame was clearly teasing me, knowing full well I was eager to see all of her.
“Get the light first,” she requested.
I did, and stumbled back to the bed in unfamiliar territory. It was a small bed as I slipped under the sheet and blanket she held up for me. Then she snuggled up against me as I settled on my right side facing her, our lips blindly meeting in the darkness as the winter storm continued to rage outside.
The sweet taste of her mouth was now tinged with salt from my leaking semen. Our tongues extended to anxiously entwine, and soon the kiss grew passionate. My right arm moved under her neck to hug her shoulders, left hand cupping a breast to caress. I felt her hand stroking my erection, keeping me hard as her body moistened from the sexual foreplay.
Anxious to feel what she’d denied from my sight, my left hand next rubbed along her stomach before reaching the top of her crotch. Her right thigh finally moved away, legs widening to allow me access.
The tips of my fingers felt the tight cluster of curls at the rise of her mound and paused there to sift the digits through the silky strands, taking my time with this tigress of a dame. Daisy appeared to like this -- her body pressed more tightly against mine, hips shamelessly grinding herself upon my fingers, her muffled moans sounding as the energy of her kisses intensified
This dame was really heating up now. My fingers ventured further south to touch the top of her pussy, traveling lightly along the silky folds. I could feel the moist heat of her emanating from within. As my index finger gently separated the lips, my middle finger moved into her hot, wet slit.
The hand around my cock squeezed hard as her body briefly stiffened with arousal. Our passionate kissing suddenly turned frantic, tongues hungrily thrusting as our lips devoured one another. And then, breathless, her mouth backed away.
My finger found the tiny bud of her enlarged clit and rubbed on and around this sensitive spot. Her moans filled the night as she shuddered and writhed in pleasure from the intimate stimulation. My finger dipped down to penetrate her opening, collecting the leaking wetness and spreading it along the slit and moistening her clit.
“I’m ready,” she whispered softly before pushing me onto my back and climbing on to ride me.
So was I -- more than ready. The dame had seen to this, keeping me aroused but not letting me reach the verge of orgasm a second time. I laid back and relaxed, letting her do the work, feeling as one hand gripped my cock before guiding the tip to her juice-soaked pussy, aligning our bodies for the sex act we both were yearning for.
When she settled down on top of me I could feel my cock spearing fully into her sex, savoring the wet heat that surrounded me. Oh man, this dame felt wonderful! Daisy shifted her hips and pelvis, lowering even more. I could feel the lips of her pussy pressing against my crotch as she took in every last bit.
My hands reached down to grasp her slender waist just as she began rising back up, the walls of her canal gripping my cock during its retreat. A moment later and her body was lowering down on me again, soaking my hardness with her warm nectar. We were both moaning and groaning as she demonstrated just how good she was at fucking.
This dame knew all the right moves; hips and pelvis moving, grinding, and all the while sliding up and down my full length. This was paradise. I started to thrust my hips, driving upwards into her descending pussy. Pounding into her as my breathless groans announced my mounting delight.
The heat of her warmed me to the core. I felt her ample wetness not only soaking my cock but dripping onto my twitching balls as I rammed my cock into her center. When the tingling pressure in my lower abdomen intensified I knew I was edging closer.
Our fucking turned frantic, bodies slamming into one another, the metal frame of the bed now squeaking in protest of the urgent activity. Soft moans became gasps and soft cries. I was getting closer, could feel the balls drawing up against the base of my cock as my pleasure grew.
I wasn’t sure if she was getting close, but I had my answer a few moments later as I felt her luscious body clenching hard. Crying out loud into the still of night her dark form shuddered and bucked in uncontrollable convulsions of ecstasy. Her orgasm and violent tremors were felt by my body and suddenly I was joining her.
Taking short strokes now, driving into her with powerful strokes, I grunted as the ejaculations started. Pounding into her fast and hard the squirting ribbons of cum exploded from my balls, filling her pussy with my seed. We both savored the pleasure of our climaxes until the intense sensations faded.
Breathless, Daisy fell forward onto my chest. We both briefly laughed in relief as I hugged her against me.
Neither of us spoke, there was nothing to really say. Sure, the dame probably had a long list of questions she could ask, just as I could of her, but we both knew that this would be a short-lived affair. I was here for one purpose, and once that purpose was served, I’d be gone as quickly as I’d arrived.
We changed positions, her laying on her right side facing the wall, me spooning her body, sharing the warmth and companionship of the embrace. It wasn’t long before she was asleep and I listened to her steady, rhythmic breaths.
As for me, I didn’t sleep much; didn’t have that much need, not like most others. And so I laid there thinking about this place, about what Daisy and her half-brother had told me of Charlie. There was more to it than that, I knew. Corruption ran deep, like veins of gold. I was sure the base commander was involved as well as the law. They all had their hands in the till.
Tomorrow would be most interesting. The players would make themselves known soon enough. News of a stranger in a small town would spread like wildfire, especially when one spent the night at a bar the local thugs were trying to shut down. And then the games would begin.
