Seeds of Fear

Gil glanced back over his shoulder. She was standing next to the chair, the blue pants bunched around her ankles.

'You come back, GI. I no bite.'

The curtain swooshed closed as he sat back down. Gil thought he heard a soft chuckle as she kneeled in front of him but wasn't sure. Couldn't be sure of anything but her cool fingers moving swiftly to his belt buckle… to the buttons of his fly.

'I be your numbah one girlfriend Vietnam, okay?' She was watching his face as her hands parted the heavy cotton and lifted him out. 'You see, I give good suckee. make you forget. You not want me do this with other GIs, I not do.

'Just you, GI.

'I be just for you. You see.'

you see

Her lips went taunt as she slipped down over his engorged prick. Every muscle in Gil's body tightened. It was unbelievable… a feeling like cold fire sweeping upward from his cock and engulfing him.

swallowing him.

eating him.

watching

Gil felt his pubic hairs twitch as he opened his eyes.

She was staring back at him — black-almond eyes wide and locked on to his face. Studying him. Filled with hate. A wave of heat raced down his spine, meeting the cold fire somewhere near his belly.

And turning it to steam.

'You like to watch, don't you?'

Without waiting for an answer, Gil arched his back and forced more of himself into her waiting mouth — digging his fingers into her thick black hair, rubbing his thumbs against her sweating temples. She grabbed his wrists and pulled away, exposing the purple heart-shaped tip of his cock.

'No do. too beaucoup big. you choke me. Too big.'

'Liar,' Gil whispered, and moved his thumbs closer to the epicanthic folds that shaped her eyes. 'I'm not any beaucoup bigger than any other grunt, am I?'

She smiled up at him and ran her tongue slowly over her lips. How many other grunts had she smiled at like that? How many others had she watched. Like that?

Like they were the enemy?

Like she was watching him right now.

Gil felt the steam inside his gut reach his brain. He'd fucking had enough.

Scooting forward, he grabbed her chin, wrenched it to one side, and thrust himself back into her mouth.

She gagged and pulled back, her black hair shimmering as she began to shake her head — back and forth, back and forth. Gil felt her teeth rake the tender flesh of his cock.

'You trying to bite me, bitch?' he screamed, grabbing and jerking her chin down toward her quivering breasts. 'You said you wouldn't bite!

'What are you lookin' at, cunt?'

Her eyes widened an instant before Gil raised his free hand and jammed two fingers into them, popping them while Mitch Ryder howled in the background about a blue-dressed devil.

Setting the beat.

'Yeah. you ain't gonna bite and you ain't gonna watch. Your whole fucking country likes to watch, don't it, cunt? You gonna watch me now, dink?' Gil hissed as he tightened his grip and scooted to the edge of the chair. 'That's what you people like to do, isn't it? Watch GIs until you think we don't see you anymore and that's when you get us, isn't it?

'Well, watch this.' Gil shoved himself still deeper and felt the tip of his cock slide down into her throat. 'Watch it all, bitch. Watch it! WATCH IT!'

Forgetting, for the moment, that she had nothing left to watch him with. But that was okay. that was fine. that was fuckin'-A, man!

Because she wasn't nothin' but a dink, anyway.

Blood-tinted goo dripped down the sides of Gil's hands as the Devil pummeled his thighs, his belly, his chest, with her fists; losing the music's beat as pink foam bubbled around the inch of his shaft that still protruded from her mouth.

As Gil worked on her. still shouting watch me, you goddamned whore, watch me NOW! until he felt her body go limp.

one less gook to watch

'What you do?' someone yelled. 'You dinki dau GI? Crazy? You stop — dung ltd. No do this.'

The fire continued to build, destroying the fear that had been building in his belly since the moment he'd felt the first stares burrowing under his skin.

'I call MP! They come quick, shoot you dead! Dung lui, you summa beech!'

The orgasm tightened, pulling him forward, driving him down to the hilt. Gil felt the sides of his cock scrape against her back teeth. Felt her body match his shudders as the cold fire exploded like a Claymore.

This side toward enemy.

Panting, sweat burning his eyes, Gil scooted back in the chair and let the dead whore collapse backward onto the mud-streaked floor. At his feet. As flaccid as his spent cock.

'That really was great,' he said, nodding to the gaping mammasan as he reached for the side arm and licked his lips. His mouth tasted like the whorehouse smelled.

'Really numbah one.' Gil nudged the virgin's naked thigh and watched her head loll back over her shoulder. Empty, blood black holes staring up at him.

Still watching him.

Gil tried to stand and felt the chair slide backwards under the weight of his frantic shuffling until it collided with the wall. And propelled him up and out.

Toward the dead woman on the floor.

watching him

The Wheels broke into another driving piece, but Gil didn't notice it any more than he did the whimpering screams from the other virgin whores or the mammasan's threats.

'You crazy man,' the old woman screamed at him, clawing at the front of his fatigues. 'You dinki dau! Dinki dau! I call MPs… I call MPs make plenty trouble. You wait, you dinki dau crazy American GI, you wait and they come, make plenty beaucoup trouble. For sure!'

Gil stuffed himself back into his pants with one hand as the other pulled out the money clip. Began pulling off the real bills until the old woman stopped screaming.

The going price for a dead numbah one suckee girl was twenty-six dollars.

American.

Gil left Mitch Ryder to the purgatory of a cheap turntable and 98 percent humidity. knowing that in a few weeks both the musical version of the 'Devil with a Blue Dress' and its human counterpart would be unrecognizable lumps of melting goo.

Knew it.

But could still hear the song playing over and over and over in his ears.

The way he could still feel her empty eyes staring at him

in the reflection of cool San Francisco glass.

Come Back to Vietnam

Come back.

Gil watched the dead whore slide her hand into the crook of his arm, trembling when the cold seeped through the layers of textured fabric and years.

'You wan me suckee you good, GI?'

Her voice suddenly had a soft, mushy quality to it. like fruit that had been left out in the sun too long.

'I be you numbah one girlfriend Vietnam. Come back, GI. I no bite.'