Keith felt hands all over his body, pressing, pushing him
like he was a piece of meat being inspected. A rope wrapped around his neck and
then it was gone. He couldn’t move or wake up but he was somehow aware of
things around him, voices speaking in calm tones, music in the background,
always seemed like there was music.
There was a moment where he felt fully lucid but he couldn’t
move his body, he felt restrained, a man kneeling over him staring him in the
eyes and then darkness fell over him yet again, he was back in the dream world,
random notes of a song, voices, weightlessness, drifting away from reality.
He felt the press of a woman’s lips upon his and he started
to stir. His mind tried to figure out if it was real or just another part of
the dream. The kiss then turned into a woman laying on top of him, her naked
body pressing against his. Keith didn’t remember being naked or being in a bed,
his mind started trying to piece together the puzzle.
She felt so good laying on top of him, so soft and warm, her perfume
was light but a scent of lavender that drove him crazy. Is this real? His mind
kept trying to figure it out. Another kiss, another touch. Is this real?
She initiated the sex and he groaned in agreement as his head
lolled back into the pillow. Is this real? The question was now more of an
excuse, a way to avoid having to answer questions that he didn’t want to deal
with. He hadn’t been with a woman in nearly a decade, getting old and fighting
crime makes it hard to get with the ladies and Keith never made time to try to
get into bed with them. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be with one, to just
fuck a woman for the sake of your own pleasure.
Is this real? Of course it was real, he felt her breath on
his face her hands pressing on his face, her hips pushing onto him again and
again, it was very real and it was obvious what was happening. He was in this
room because Doc had put him here, this girl had been sent by Doc to fuck him,
to show him the good life he could have if he’d just sell out and join Doc.
Everything about this was a set-up, he hated every bit of him.
But none of that was going to stop him from finishing, he’d
gone way too far to not gratify himself with that pleasure. When it hit him it
was a feeling beyond any he’d had in ages, yet in the moments after he resented
himself for giving in to the sex. Doc had won and he knew it.
“They said you’re an old man, you don’t look old, you sure
don’t fuck old.” The girl said as she laid on top of him. Keith didn’t reply,
he faked being asleep as laid beneath her. “I knock you out gramps?” she asked
him playfully while she lightly slapped his cheek. “Good to know my sex is as
powerful as that cattle prod Doc carries around.”
The girl left the bed and hit the
shower. Keith stared at the ceiling as he tried to figure out what exactly was
he going to do. Being naked was a big problem since he couldn’t just storm out
of the room and start hunting down Doc to get his revenge. He hoped the girl
would leave after her shower and give him some time to think by himself.
The water in the shower stopped and
after a few minutes she returned to the room with a phone in her hand. “Yeah he’s
sleeping, yeah we fucked. Oh come on don’t act so surprised, nobody can resist
me.” She told the other person on the phone, a person Keith assumed to be Doc. In
the darkness of the room he could make out her body, she was thin with not much
of an ass but in profile she clearly had an amazing pair of tits. Bee stung
lips and short dyed red hair completed the package of a woman who men would kill
each other for the right to be with.
“He could be faking being asleep but I’m
not messing with him. You said he could crush my skull like a grape if he was
angry, so no thanks. I did my job, you can call the phone and leave him a
message. I got yoga class in fifteen minutes so I got to get moving.” She said
as she hung up the phone. He saw her pull out a piece of paper and write
something on it and then she was gone.
Keith waited for a couple minutes,
then he heard a phone ring in the closet next to the bed, he waited for the
ringing to stop and then finally he pulled himself into a seated position on
the bed. His whole body felt tired, like he’d just spend the last four hours
lifting weights. He had no idea how long he’d been out cold, how many drugs had
been pumped into his system. With more effort than he’d care to admit he got to
his feet and walked over to the closet.
He opened the closet door and was
amazed at how big it was, practically the size of a small room and filled with
clothes. In the middle of the room was a small table with three bricks of
hundred dollar bills and a cell phone that had “One new voicemail” on the
display. Keith grabbed the phone and called the voice mail.
“I thought you would be too uptight to
fuck Maggie but she is quite the sexy little thing. Good on you for having a
taste of the finer things in life. In this closet is a wardrobe all for you my
good friend. Everything tailored to your body, which must be a real bitch to
find good fitting clothes for given how barrel chested you are, my men put
together a fine collection of outfits for you. We even have a bunch of your
masks in the boxes at your feet. More breathable, more visibility then that old
piece of shit you were wearing.”
Keith paused the message, exactly who
the fuck was this Doc character? He felt like he was fighting the devil himself
and that this was a battle for his soul. Why didn’t this guy just kill him when
he had the chance, why give him all this?
He hit the button and turned the
message back on. “Take anything and everything you want from here. Enjoy it,
look good, have some money, enjoy your life. Quit gunning down drug dealers in
the shitty parts of town. Let me reward you for your four decades of protecting
Oceanside, and let me protect this city now. Keep this phone, call me when you’re
ready to talk.” With that the message ended.
Keith pulled out the new masks and
slid one on and damn if it wasn’t as Doc said it would be. He practically didn’t
even feel it on his face as he wore it. The pants and shirts also were perfect
fits. He took the pile of money stuffed it in his pockets. A little of it would
go to fund his purchase of a new gun, most of it would be given to a local
homeless shelter, he’d never really cared about money and felt like he could
resist that temptation.
Yet as he walked towards the door of
the hotel room he felt doubt creeping in. He’d already given into sex, he was
already wearing the clothes Doc gave him, why wouldn’t he spend Doc’s money and
live the good life, why wouldn’t he sell out?
He shook his head, he needed to hit
the pavement and start getting some answers on who Doc really was and what he was
up against. Right as he opened the door he turned and saw the paper Maggie had
written on, it was a business card. “Maggie Mall, photographer.” It read, he
filled it over and saw on the back the message “Call me, I’ll give you one
night free.” And a number. Keith winced, part of his mind wanted to rip the
card up then and there and be rid of her.
The card went into his pocket. He knew
he wanted to get laid again soon, but first he had to get some answers.
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