Digressions Into Erotica

shirt up, and he drops one of my legs and slurps my nipple into his hot mouth. He sucks hard, pumps harder-is he going to come? I am. I can feel my stomach muscles contracting, my breath tearing from me. I grab his face and pull his mouth to mine, and shudder my groans into him, breaking away to gulp air into my starving lungs.

His pace quickens and he swivels his hips, pounds them against me while growling into my ear. One last smooth thrust, and it's his turn to shudder. His legs extend behind him, taut with his outburst. His toes dig into the carpet as he forces himself as deep inside as he can get. My head tips back and his mouth latches onto my throat, biting and sucking. He rears back, thrusts in jerks, and “Oh’s”. I love the sounds he’s making; they thrill me, and I rise up to clutch his chest, pressing my face into the hollow of his neck so I can feel them rumble through me, pushing me up and over again.

We roll onto the bed together, and he reaches across me to pull the comforter down around us. He embraces me with it, resting his cheek against my hair and catching his breath.

“Helluva frequent flyer reward, Em.”

I giggle. “Better start saving up those miles again.” His penis twitches beneath my trailing fingers, and I gasp in surprise when he rolls me onto my back.

“We’ve got ten hours before the flight home, missy. I reckon by that time, you’ll owe me.”

Money Shot

In Penelope’s line of work, it’s all business. Nothing like a little of the past to get inthe way.

Pen mashed the pedal to the floorboards and leaned forward as if to help thewaffling engine kick into gear.

“Come on. Come oooooon!”

The piece of shit Duster gathered itself up and shot into the night. Sucking hercigarette down to the filter, Pen scanned the darkened expanse of Southwestern desert.

She flipped the butt out the window and watched the sparks bounce and fly in herrearview mirror. No flashing lights back there, but it could be just a matter of time.

“Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit, shit! ”Her fingers alternated between drumming the steering wheel and raking throughher hair. She flicked her gaze to the mirror again, and she found comfort in theglowing yellow lines that disappeared into the darkness.

She groped around on the dash for a hair tie, and propped her knee against thewheel while she used both hands to peel her curls from her face. After, she settled backinto the seat, hooked her wrist over the top of the steering wheel, and eased intoautopilot.

Another day in paradise.

***

A lumbering, clanging garbage truck woke Pen early. She stretched languidly and dove back under the covers. Her hands traveled up the muscular legs next to her, until they reached the prize. Pen grabbed hold of Brian’s testicles and pumped her fingers, squeezing and releasing as she slurped the end of his shaft into her mouth. He smelled of sex and sleepy sweat, and tasted salty sweet. A sharp intake of breath sounded from somewhere above the blankets, followed by soft grunts and a yawn. Just as she was hitting a good rhythm, the phone rang.

Pen groaned, flipped back the covers and grabbed the handset. She pressed the buttons two and three at a time until it stopped trilling, and fumbled it to the side of her head.

There was no, “Hello, how are you?” Just, “Got a job for ya, Peanut,” followed by instructions. She scrubbed her face with the back of her hand and scrambled for a pencil and scrap of paper.

Thirty minutes later, freshly showered and coffee in hand, Pen sat on her kitchen counter and deciphered her notes. She blew the steam off the top of her cup to clear the view. She couldn’t decide how she felt. The mark was worth enough, and she’d definitely earn her money-and it wasn’t like she had a choice or anything. At least she wouldn’t have to waste time learning his moves. The only trouble was, he was just as familiar with hers.

“Shit.” She crumpled the scrap of paper and tossed it into the garbage disposal.

An hour later, she chucked her bag of tools into the trunk of her car, which left her forty-five minutes to get across town and check in before heading out. She flipped open her phone and thumbed her brother’s number on the speed dial. “Hey, Matty. Can I use your garage? Cool. You got a car for me? Thanks. I just gotta make a stop. Then I’ll swing by. Be there in about an hour.”

She dropped the phone on the seat and swung onto the freeway. Thirty minutes later, she pulled up in front of a squat cement building in the center of a block of warehouses.

Pausing for a deep breath, Pen thought about the crap she was about to take. She stepped out and slammed the car door. Avoiding the oil spotted gravel, she double checked the address, and pounded on the steel door. Two short hits, then she yanked at the handle. Clarence peered at her from around the doorframe of what must have been an office at one time, just off to the right. His glare turned to a chuckle and a nod of recognition.

“Hey there, Penelope. How’s tricks, kid?”

She gave him a sarcastic sneer in reply. Clarence was pure ‘old-school’, and he firmly believed bending over in back alleys was the only place for women in the ‘business’. He’d made his opinion crystal clear from day one. But over time, she’d made her bones and earned a little begrudging respect from the guy.

“Nothin’ doin’, Clarence. Shit don’t pay enough.” Pen briefly squeezed his arm on her way past. Clarence pivoted his considerable bulk and matched her stride down the dim hallway.

“Yeah, I guess no matter how you slice it, though, they’re fucked when you’re through with ’em, huh?”

Pen had to laugh at that one. She pulled herself together just in time to knock on the very last door.

Hollow wood muffled the “Yeah!”, but she heard it and took her cue to enter. As soon as she was on the other side of the threshold, Clarence leaned in, grasped the doorknob in his meaty fist and gently shut the door behind her.

Even in these utilitarian surroundings, Hector was slicked back and dressed to the nines, not a strand of his salt and pepper hair out of place. The reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose were endearing, but did nothing to lessen the power of his presence. Pen leaned back against the door and waited quietly for him to finish what he was doing. Calmly, he made a final slash with his pen and peered over his glasses.

“You can sit, you know.” He spoke with the air of someone who is accustomed to being the voice of reason. He gestured to one of the ratty chairs in front of the metal desk, and swiveled to deposit his paperwork into a file cabinet to his right. “I apologize for the seedy location, but I’ve got some matters to attend, and as the old saying goes, never shit where you eat.” He paused and looked at her again, removing the half moon lenses from his face. “So, how’s my Peanut today? Are you ready for this?” Pen sighed and moved to the chair, flopping down like an obstinate child. “Just gotta test me, dontcha, Hector?”

Hector chuckled softly. “Yes, Peanut, I do. You’re welcome.” He leaned back in his chair and regarded her for a moment. “Believe me, this job is warranted. If it tests your loyalty, then that’s icing on the cake.” Hector punctuated this last comment by leaning forward again and laying his elbows on the creaky desk.

Pen examined her cuticles. “Loyalty, huh?” Hector didn’t take the bait. He’d known her too long for that.

“Peanut, I love you too much to let you blow this. And I respect you enough not to bring up all I’ve done for you since I yanked your scrawny ass off the streets.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Subtle, Hector.”

He chuckled. The sarcasm bounced right off him. “It’s time for you to get going. Just another job, kid. Big bucks this time, too; Platinum Bones…yeah.” He let the last word roll off his tongue and fade. He shook his head slowly, no doubt remembering the hit that had taken him into the six-figure bracket.

“Yeah well, Boss, I should probably get to it, huh?” Pen cringed on the inside, trying to belie the trepidation that rippled through her. He only chuckled at her again and tossed a legal-sized envelope on the blotter.

“There you go, Peanut. See ya on the other side.” With that, he turned back to the open file drawer and began walking his fingers across the letter tabs. He glanced at her one last time, and she took her cue to leave, swiping the package off the desk in passing.