Digressions Into Erotica

“See ya, Hector.”

She exchanged parting nods with Clarence on the way out. The second she had her car door shut, she ran her thumbnail along the top fold of the envelope. Inside were photos- very funny, Boss- an address and an itinerary. She tossed it on the seat next to her phone and cranked the engine. She wanted more than anything to spit gravel at that faded little building, but she refrained for composure’s sake.

Within twenty minutes, she rolled into her brother’s shop yard. A pair of grungy hounds trotted up to her door and snuffled at the window. They left smears and smudges in their drool-soaked excitement.

“All right, guys. Jeez. Gimme a minute to get out of the car!” The big boys backed up and rested on their haunches while she squeezed through the generous space they offered. Pen smiled at their goofy grins. “Hey, boys.” She walked between them, scruffing them each on the head as she went.

Matty came out of the shop, grease rag flopping between his hands. “Hey, Sis.” He tilted his head and squinted at her through the midday glare. She and Matty had the same brown eyes. Their blue-eyed dad always said, ‘ Just shows how full of shit you twoare. Just like your fuckin’ mother!

“Whatcha got for me?” Her baby brother always had a spare vehicle sitting around.

Disposable, as they say.

He smirked. “A Duster. Straight outta seventy-two. Heh. No balls, either. Hope you don’t get sloppy.” He held out the keys with two fingers.

Pen crossed arms and glared at him.

He snatched the keys back and grinned. “Alright, I messed with it a little bit. It’ll get you out of a jam, I’m pretty sure.” He turned and ambled towards the far end of the garage. “But you know, if you don’t want it…” His laughter followed him around the corner.

Pen grabbed her stuff out of her car and hauled it around the corner of the building.

She found Matty standing next to the ugliest shade of yellow she’d ever laid eyes on, offset horrifically by a tattered, once-white ragtop.

“Laugh it up, little man. Your time’s coming.”

Matty tipped his head back with an appreciative laugh. “Yeah, Pen. Keep telling yourself that.”

Pen swiped the keys from his upturned palm and stretched to give him a peck on the cheek. She stuffed some bills into his shirt pocket. “See ya, bud.”

“Take it easy, Sis.” He closed her door and stepped back, and Pen pulled away.

***

Jason leaned into the girl he had pinned against the wall in the back room of the bar.

He braced himself, then pulled her legs up around his hips. He reached between them, nudged the little swatch of fabric to the side, and sunk his fingers into her. She was on fire for him, or maybe it was the bourbon that had her all lubed up. Either way, it worked out in his favor. He always got hot before a job.

“Oh, God, Anthony! Oh!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her lips around his Adam’s apple. Jason fumbled with his button and zipper, pried his rigid shaft from behind his briefs and slung the waistband beneath his sack. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, but she grabbed his hand before he could tear the package open. Her look smoldered.

“Let me do it,” she whispered, and sunk down to her knees. She opened the packet with her teeth, put the condom in her open mouth and grasped his prick with both hands. Keeping her eyes on him, she slowly drew the tip into her mouth and pushed down, her lips taut and unrolling the thin sheath over his dick. When she reached capacity, she swallowed once, throat constricting around him, and he groaned and pulled her up, not willing to wait another second.

She swung around and leaned her forearms against the wall. Her ass shoved against him. He grasped her hips and drove it home in one thrust, holding there, feeling his pubic hair press against her sticky flesh while he regained control. The heat was intense, and she clenched around him like a vice.

“Fuck me, Anthony! Please fuck me!” She wiggled her hips and ground against him.

With a half-groan, half-growl, he pulled back and poised to slam into her again. She whimpered and tilted her pussy towards him, and Jason began pounding. She cried out through clenched teeth and arched her back. Her head dropped, her mouth opened wide, and she shuddered and slowed their rhythm, switching to long, slow gliding strokes up and down his cock, squeezing him until he thought he would pop.

Not. Just. Yet… he chanted as she rode him harder. She grabbed her own tits and squeezed with more force than he would have done.

The sounds of a commotion in the front of the bar filtered back to Jason’s consciousness. “Ah, good to see you, sir! The usual, then, is it?” The bartender had given the cue. Jason pumped faster until the friction made him explode. He grunted into the back of her neck, and bit and sucked and gushed.

His spent cock slipped out and hung limp and soggy over his briefs. She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply, then touched his lips and eased around the doorframe into the ladies room, wiggling her mini skirt back down around her thighs.

Jason hit the men’s room, flushed the condom and cleaned up a little, splashed water on his face. He snuck a peek at the front room and slid through the greasy door into the alley behind the bar. Releasing a breath, he picked through the scattered garbage and retrieved a silenced pistol and a small device he’d stashed earlier. He shoved the weapon in the waistband of his jeans, then-device in hand and hand in pants pocket-he strolled casually out of the alley and into the street.

When he made it to the other side, he continued on a block, then pressed a tiny button on the device. The windows of the bar exploded onto the sidewalk. He jumped at the sound, turned and trotted back to the scene, and blended in with the crowd that was already gathering.

Scanning the onlookers, he selected a bland, polyester clad woman and moved to her side. “What’s going on?” he inquired casually.

The woman’s gaze wavered only momentarily in his direction. “Well, I couldn’t say, but it looks like a fire or something. Something sure made a noise! Didja hear that?” She swung her mousy head in his direction. “BOOM! Just like that! I saw the whole thing, you know. I was standing in that window, right up there.” Her stubby finger prodded the air towards the opposite side of the street. “I’m lucky it didn’t explode all over me!” She smelled ready for picking. He just had to determine which approach to use. After studying her movements for a few minutes, he was ready to launch into his act, though the very idea left a bitter taste on the back of his tongue.

“Say, um…you wouldn’t by chance… Oh, never mind.” He shook his head and chuckled to himself, sheepishly looking away at the fire.

“What? I’m not going anywhere with you, mister! What do you think this is, a singles’ joint? We’re in the middle of the street watching a burning building, for Pete’s Sake!”

He put his hands up defensively. “Oh, no! No, no. I mean… I wouldn’t dream of… I would never be so forward. Sorry. I was just going to ask if you had a cell phone. Mine’s dead.” He watched all the tumblers click into place in her eyes. Surprise…good.

Realization…yes. Aaannnnd…mortification. Her eyes widened and a flush rose from her throat to flood her cheeks. There ya go, sweety.

She took a step back and tittered. “Oh, sorry. I guess I…” She struggled for grace-saving words. “I don’t have a cell, but you can use my phone upstairs if it’s local.” She nodded her head towards the window. He imagined the gun going off in her face. Click,click, boom.

“Really? I mean, are you sure? I’d really appreciate it, but you know…” She waved him on. “Don’t be silly. Besides, the street’s full of cops right now. How safe can a girl get?” She half smiled, the irony of her statement flashing in her eyes for a split second before it was dismissed with a blink. “Come on, I’ve got to get back up there anyway. My kitty’s probably going crazy by himself.” Jason gave her his most earnest smile. “Wow, you really are nice. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.” Phase Two. “I have to call my girlfriend and let her know something’s up, or she’ll have my skin when I get home.” He looked at the ground as he walked. “She’s funny like that, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I mean, I love her so much, but…” He sighed almost too heavily and glanced up at her on the stairs. “Sorry. You don’t even know me. What do you care?”

“Oh, no! I mean, please, if you need to get something off your chest, then who better than a new acquaintance? I have no idea who you’re talking about, right? So I’m safe for venting. Go ahead. I don’t mind.” She