He picked her up in a dark and lonely street.
She is accustomed to the darkness.
She knows the darkness in a strange familiar way
And the danger it brings
His grin was great
She could care less.
He had a rose placed
Carelessly on the dashboard
They were not for her
She could care less.
She had a handgun stowed
In her small purse;
The only item in it
Except for the pack of condoms
And empty pack of cigarette
They drove deep into the dark
There was nothing to talk about
‘Your name is Jane’ he inferred.
Reading the letters on her bangle
‘Call me whore or slut,
Whichever suits you’ she quipped.
‘I’d prefer a name’ he declared in a hoarse voice.
‘Death’ she whispered, ‘call me death’ she repeated softly
An awkward silence sat between them
Listening to their inner wanderings.
Then Beyonce broke the silence from the radio
Screaming ‘girls rule the world’.
‘How would you like it’?’ she asked
‘BJ?’ she guided him
‘HJ, regular or anal?’
He cleared his throat
The list was brazen
It will take a lifetime to exhaust
‘What about I get down on you first;
I’d like to prod with my mouth and tongue’
‘I’ve had six cocks tonight;
The last was twenty minutes ago.
I’m sure it still drips.
But if you’re ok with licking another man’s cum,
My p***y is yours for the price’
‘Why is your name Death?’
He tried to change the topic
‘That is all I have to give’
He stepped on his breaks
The tires wailed on the tar and screeched to a stop.
‘You kill?’ he asked, shell-shocked.
‘When you pick up a woman in the middle,
of a dark street in the dead of night
Do you expect to get life and love?’
His hand reached for the dead rose
He sniffed it
‘They smell good’ he blurted.
Look, I can’t call you ‘Death’.
Can I just call you Jane?
‘Are we going to a location or this is where you want it?
He reached for her hand
She let him take it
He raised it up to his lips
She retrieved it swiftly.
‘Four hundred Dollars’ she said
Spreading her left palm.
he pulled out a wad of $100 bills
Gave her five pieces
‘I don’t need the tip she said softly
And made one note lonely in his shaking hands
She pulled up her frayed red mini skirt
spread her legs to reveal a meaty cunt.
A stale smell smacked his nose
He couldn’t make up his mind fast
He got down on her but lost the guts
To put his tongue and lips in.
He smacked the bare cunt
And backed up.
‘Are you done?’
She mocked.
Reached out softly for him;
Grabbed his groin;
Groped for his hard jimmy
And stroked it in his pants
He moaned like a hungry boy.
She unzipped his pants
And little jimmy appeared.
It was little and timid like a wimp.
She rough-handled it
He squirmed and screamed
She stroked him hard and strong
He coiled and cried softly.
‘wait a minute, stop!’ he purred.
Too late. She got down on him.
‘Don’t!’ he tried to push her away
She grabbed tightly nuts and jimmy altogether
‘Stop! Please stop.’ he begged softy
Like a damn fool.
‘No!’ she retorted.
And swallowed little jimmy, slowly.
His jimmy and groin burned
From much pain than pleasure
She bit him softly
He jerks uneasily
She pressed her ten nails into his thigh
He jerks again hurting her lips
She let her blood drip on his white shirt
She stroked him hard again
Staring deep into his eyes
She squeezed her right index fingernail into little jimmy
He screamed and tried to jump
She held on tight to jimmy
The finger caused no harm.
Where would you want this?
Not sure, he was quiet
She pulled closer
Used her spit for lube
And forced little jimmy
Slowly and painfully into her anal
she rode on him for ten minutes
And let him cum inside her.
Uugh! Uugh! He quaked.
A moment of rough silence ensued.
‘I am bleeding’ she shattered the silence
‘I’ll take you to a hospital.
‘I can find my way; I have insurance.’
No, let me pay for it.’
‘off course you will’
She sounded cold as she adjusted her frayed mini skirt.
The meaty cunt got a cover
But nothing else did.
Another ugly silence
Wafted in and sat beside him
She took her little purse; opened it slowly
Took out her empty pack of cigarette
‘damn! I’m out’ she hollered
He knew something was coming
He had to stop it.
He reached for a spanner put away
For times like this.
And hurled it forward.
He missed her head
The spanner shattered the side mirror
His pants still down
He scrambled hastily for something else
She shot him twice in the head
His tired jimmy rose up
In shock
She spat on him ‘dick! She whispered
And walked into the night.
Submitted: January 14, 2021
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