Serpent's kiss

For a moment it stopped writhing.

He lay back in the chair.

He had brought something with him from his last pass through the kitchen. Now, in the half light of night, streetlights and car lights framing the paper blinds, he raised the butcher knife up to his eyes and looked at it.

He eased the point of it down to his belly.

The thing was writhing again.

You sonofabitch. You! Fucking sonofabitch, he thought.

He pressed the butcher knife against his belly.

An abortion was what he needed.

He tried to find the humour in this, in a man needing an abortion.

It would be so easy-

Just plunge the knife straight in. An abortion.

He tried. Several times.

He couldn't do it.

He started sobbing and he couldn't stop and he ended up puking instead.

Now the thing was working its way up from his stomach into his oesophagus-

Two hours later he dialled information and got the name of an outcall massage parlour.

An hour after that there was a knock on his door.

'Yes?' he said, not getting up.

'You called me. I'm from Pussycats.'

'Come in.'

He heard the doorknob being turned, the apartment door slowly creaking open.

She stood in silhouette. She was tall, at least six feet, and chunky. She wore hot pants and a halter and a big floppy hat. A huge purse was slung over her shoulder. She smelled of heat and sweat and cigarette smoke and sex and night and cheap wine.

'How come the light ain't on?'

'I prefer the darkness.'

'I ain't into no weird shit, babe. I want you to know that up front.'

'Just please come in and close the door.'

'You don't turn on the light, I'm puttin' an extra five on the tab.'

'Fine.'

'Wear and tear on the nerves, you know?'

'Please. Just come in and close the door.' So she did.

He sat in the chair and smelled her. He found her various aromas erotic.

'You want just a BJ?'

'BJ?'

'Blow job.'

'Oh.'

'We've got a special on them tonight is why I asked.'

'I see.' Despite himself, he smiled. My God the world made no sense at all. Prostitution was demeaning enough; now they were selling it at discount prices.

'Can we turn on a light?'

'Not yet.'

'It's kind of spooky.'

'I know.'

'I can see you in the chair there.'

'Right.'

'You want me to come over and mount you?'

'No, thanks.'

'What kind of thing you into, then?'

'I want you to do me a favour.'

'What kind of favour?'

'I'll get to that in a minute.'

'Will this favour hurt me?'

'No. It'll hurt me.'

'Oh,' she said, sounding suddenly knowledgeable. 'You're one of those guys, huh?'

He laughed. 'You really do have a one track mind, don't you?'

She sounded hurt. 'It's my job.'

'Come over here.'

'You promise not to hurt me?'

'I promise.'

She came over.

'Why not set your purse down?'

She did so.

'Now kneel down here.'

'I need to get paid in advance.'

'Here.'

He handed her a bill. 'What is it?'

'A fifty.'

'Really? I can't see in the dark'

'Kneel down.'

'I thought you didn't want a BJ.'

He smiled. 'Your weekend special you mean?'

He was freezing again and burning up.

She knelt down, moved herself between his legs.

She put her hands between his legs, felt his penis. He surprised himself by responding immediately.

Maybe her weekend special on BJ's would be nice after all. He took her hand, guided it up past his cock to his stomach. 'Can you feel that?'

'Your belly you mean?'

'What's in my belly.'

'What's in your belly?'

'Sssh. Just leave your hand there a minute.'

So she did. They didn't say anything for a time.

'God,' she said, disgusted. 'What is it?'

'I'm not sure.'

'It's moving around inside your belly.'

'I know.'

'God.' And she jumped up to her feet. 'You better see a doctor, babe. No foolin'.'

'I need you to help me.'

'I can't help you, babe. Not with that. I'm sorry.'

'You want to make two hundred dollars?'

'Doin' what?'

'Cutting that thing out of there.'

'Are you nuts, babe?'

'All you need to do is make an incision along the top of my belly and I can reach in there and grab the thing.'

'This is gettin' too much. I really need to get out of here.' She turned and started away.

He jumped up from the chair.