Tunnel Rats Page 3

  "Get up here! Leave the little piggy alone till later," the man's voice roared.

  He heard the set of feet skitter away. Too light to be another man--a woman, he decided, lovers from hell, he guessed. All he could do was gag, tasting the filth in his mouth, and wait till later.

  "I told you not to go down there alone."

  "I'm sorry...I didn't think it mattered."

  "Well it does, do it again, and that'll be you down there. You don't want that do you?"

  She shook her head slowly from side to side, staring into the man's baby-blue eyes making certain he knew she didn't want that to be her down there in the dark.

  "Good, then. Listen, I got to run out for a bit. You just keep an eye on things till I get back and don't go down there. Let the piggy play with his pet, okay?"

  "Okay, whatever."

  The man left, grabbing a set of keys on his way out the door. He walked out into the sunshine. It was a beautiful warm day. The kind of day fit for a trip to the beach, but the man, Jerry, wasn't dressed for the beach, nor did he aim to go there. Jerry was on his way to Club 18, the local gentleman's club, which was full of anything but gentlemen. It was barely four in the afternoon, and Club 18 would be nice and empty for a bit.

  Jerry reached into his glove box and pulled out a flask. The flask had seen plenty of action, its surface scratched and dented, but its innards full of warm whiskey that went down as smooth as spit. By the time he reached Club 18 the flask was empty and his dick was getting hard. The club had a reputation for finding the youngest, stupidest girls around and turning them into perfect little whores both onstage and off. Jerry came for both. He worked himself up watching them, even though he already knew whom he came for. By now he had his favorites and knew their schedules. He was, after all, a favored regular with the owner and the whores alike--he paid well and he paid often. So what if he was rough? So what if he was an asshole? He paid in cash and he kept coming back. He might as well have been Jesus H. Christ to them all. He sure as shit acted like it when he strode in.

  Today was different, though. He came with a purpose more important than his pecker, though he'd get that taken care of as well. Today he would set up his next little plaything. He tired of the man downstairs. How much more could he take, he wondered. And he wasn't keen on men, but when a piggy presented itself for play, who was he to say no?

  Her name was Red, and for good reason: she dressed up like Little Red Riding Hood--the sexy adult version--and had reddish hair the color of fallen leaves. Her skin was pale and freckled, toned and tight, flexible and smooth to the touch. He wanted her bad. Almost so far as to keep her all to his self, but that wasn't right, he figured. He found his way to his usual spot near the stage, between the entrance curtain and the stripper's pole. How he wished the strippers spun around a blade instead a dull cylinder. His pocket was full of singles and they were burning a hole.

  The music clambered on and a new dancer took the stage, as the previous one picked up her clothes and headed off. He didn't know her name and didn't give a good Goddamn. She was a fiery-hot brunette dressed up like a businesswoman in a tight black suit and skirt. Her hair was tied tight in a ponytail and her dark brown eyes glistened behind a pair of fake glasses. She carried a clipboard and strutted on a pair of high heels that were downright deadly. Jerry couldn't help but smile, and clap, and throw down a pair of singles. Whether it was the whiskey in his belly or the scent of pussy in the air, Jerry automatically put her on the list of candidates for the next open slot in the take-all-you-can-until-you-die-or-I-get-sick-of-looking-at-you reality show filmed right in his very own basement. She'd have to take a number and get in line of course. The DJ faded his usual dance music-bullshit into some classic Ozzy Osbourne and Jerry felt right at home.

  Jerry sat through another two dancers before his girl took the stage. Red had to be the youngest of them all, probably not even eighteen, but fit to dance and damned if she didn't. He wished her hair was streaked with blood and pulled taught in his fist. Her eyes were wide and surrounded by dark, thick eyeliner that almost appeared to be streaked by nervous tears. Dance, bitch, he said to himself. Dance for daddy. Let's see what you can do today. The DJ was back into his dance music-bullshit but Jerry didn't care. The heavy bass synced perfectly to his throbbing member and the rhythmic thrusts of her hips. It looked like she was fucking the air beneath her. She shed the top of her dirty little red riding hood outfit, exposing her supple natural breasts. Her nipples were standing erect and he longed to tear them off with his teeth and taste her warm blood. He figured it tasted like honey, how could it not? He watched in a daze as she bounced and bucked, stripped off the rest of her outfit and fucked the pole. She worked it up and down, extending one leg as high as her head and then spinning around with the other. She was magnificent, a real talent, a natural. The things he would make her do.

  She came around like she always did; a soft whisper in the ear, a sensual rub of the shoulder, and a kiss on the neck. Her scent alone made his dick ache. He didn't need any convincing, but he loved the approach. He adored the ritual. He knew something of ritual and longed to show her his own. Soon, he thought, very soon.

  Twenty bucks bought him two minutes, but since they all knew him and knew he'd be back they let it go for twice that. She took it slow, cause that's how he liked it. Too fast and he'd be asking for a hand job the first time around. The place was dead, there were four other old guys swooning over the dancer of the minute and the bouncer didn't think twice about Jerry. They'd gotten to know each other and Jerry had yet to cause a scene, and even if he did, he was a regular, so it didn't really matter. Frequency was as much a currency as cold hard cash.

  She rode him hard, burying his face into her sweet-smelling tits, rubbing glitter all over him. He licked her sweaty breasts and ribs and even though that was frowned upon Red was too dumb to care and no one else was watching.

  "Red," he gasped, "want to make some real money?"

  She moaned, turning away from him and riding his cock with her ass, "of course. You know I love real money," she giggled.

  "Good girl, that's what I thought. You and me after hours...I'll make it worth your time. Name your price," he said, knowing he'd never have to pay up.

  "Price depends on what you want, sweetheart," she said, sucking her finger.

  "Let's just say everything," he smiled.

  "A grand for the night, and you supply all the drinks and candy I can handle," she rode him harder.

  "Done, and done," he said.

  "I'm off Thursday, and don't have to be in till late on Friday, and don't say a word of this to anyone. I don't want any of your friends coming in here asking for the whore of all whores, you get me?"

  "I got you," he smiled, grabbing her hips, "and don't worry, no one will ever know."

  Time was up. He paid. She smiled. And they left the private corner as if they were a couple. She walked him back to his seat and she went to the back to refresh for round two. He stuck around for a few more dances and another lap dance from a different girl then split. He was eager to get back home and the put the piggy to rest. He wanted the place nice and fresh for his little red cock-riding bitch.

  When he got back home he noticed she was downstairs again, playing with the piggy. Damn it, he thought, can't she ever listen? He went down the stairs, his feet hit the steps heavy and served as a warning that he was not pleased.

  "Kate, what the fuck are you doing down here? I thought I told you not to come down here unless I say so?"

  "You did, but he got his tape loose. He freed his hand and ripped off the tape from his mouth--see, look, there's the rat. He spit it out and I heard him moving around, trying to get out the window. So, I stopped him."

  "That's good sweetheart. Real good, I thought I was going to have to hurt you real bad this time. And you know I don't want that. I hate to see you hurt."

  "I know," Kate said.

  "But we got to put this piggy to sleep now, and clean up the place. We
're gonna have a new piggy soon, a really pretty piggy,"

  "Prettier than me?"

  "You know that's not possible, sweetheart."

  "Let's see what this son of a bitch can take, now," he grinned.

  She looked excited. They left the man alone in the basement for a day with the rat without hurting him. They wanted him to heal up a bit. To heal for this...

  Jerry grabbed a screwdriver, and Kate grabbed a box cutter. They poked and prodded the man, who writhed along the cold basement ground. He knew he was a dead man, so he prayed through muffled mouth and asked God to watch over his family. To be there for his little girl and to watch over her, because he wouldn't be able to do so anymore. He wanted to tell his wife how much he loved her, how much he loved their life and how he wanted to start trying for a son again. But instead he felt the dull pain of a screwdriver pierce his shoulder and strike bone, sending rockets of pain shooting through his body. Then she began to slash him across his face with the box cutter, cutting his lip, his eye, and his ear. He squirmed in agony. She kicked him. He spat on him. They laughed.

  "This is great," she said.

  He didn't respond. His eyes were wild and he was beginning to drool. This wasn't great; it was the best, better than all the women and drugs in the world. He was death incarnate. He plunged the screwdriver into the man's throat, twisting it as if tightening a screw. He bled out and Jerry left her to clean up the mess. He needed a nap.

  Though she was able to clean up the mess, the body was too heavy for her to move and Jerry would have to do that. She didn't want to bother him till he was done with his nap, so she just sat there in the man's blood, petting him like a stuffed animal. His blood was sticky to the touch and before too long she tired of its feel on her fingers.

  By the time Thursday rolled around the basement looked as clean as it ever did. Jerry walked around as happy as could be, not a care in the world. He shaved, brushed his teeth, and even took a shower. Which was something he didn't do unless he had to. Kate went off to school and would be back long before it was time for him to party so, he took advantage of the solitude. He strutted around naked, sang terribly out of tune, and even gave way to bouts of laughter. He called a guy he knew that could score him some coke. He knew he needed a lot, strippers tended hit the stuff pretty heavy, and he wanted to make sure things went smoothly...at least for the first few hours, until he revealed to her his true self.

  When Kate came home from school Jerry was asleep on the couch. He had a few empty beer cans scattered on the ground and she stepped on them until he woke up from the tinny, crinkly noise.

  "Home so soon, sweetie?"

  "Duh, Daddy, school's over, now," she said.

  "I guess so. Don't you have any friends to hang out with?"

  "I thought you didn't want me to make friends?"

  "That's right, but when do you ever listen to me?"

  "All the time, don't be silly," she walked away.

  "Go do your homework."

  "Where do you think I'm going?"

  "To the basement if you keep giving me lip."

  She didn't respond and went upstairs to her room to do her homework. Jerry closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

  Hours later, Kate woke him up once again. "Get up, it's late. You've been sleeping all day," she whined.

  "I'm up...just resting my eyes," he said, lifting his head up.

  "When are you bringing home my new mommy?"

  "Soon. But you can't play with her till tomorrow when you get home from school, understood?"

  "But that's not fair!"

  "Life ain't fair, but that's how it is. Daddy has to have his time alone first, then you can play."

  "Whatever. Can we keep her if she likes us?"

  "Sure. But I don't think she's going to like us."

  "You always say that."

  "And Daddy's always right, ain't he?"

  "Sometimes."

  "Sometimes?"

  "Whatever."

  Jerry pulled himself up off the couch and patted her on the head. He yawned and stretched and his back cracked and he grumbled about it. He grabbed his keys and headed for the door. "I'll be back in a few hours. Make sure you're upstairs with the door locked and your ass in bed. And don't leave any of your shit lying around, okay?"

  "Whatever!"

  Red agreed to meet him in the parking lot of the Food-town nearest Club 18. She'd leave her car there and he'd take her back to his place. She thought it was odd, but went along with it anyway. He was paying enough to not give a shit and she didn't plan on doing any driving once the party started. She was a stripper with a heavy coke habit who fucked on the side for cash, looking just barely eighteen years old, but driving under the influence was a no go for her.

  When he pulled up, he was disappointed that she wasn't wearing her usual costume, but smiled when she pulled out a picnic basket from the trunk of her car with the red cloak dangling out. She looked great aside from that, not oily like she did on stage, but dry and pretty like she could live next door and not be a whore. But she was what she was and that was what he wanted. He wanted a whore tonight, and he wanted to break her in every which way.

  Jerry gleefully drove back to his home. She ran her fingers up and down his leg, stroked his neck and spoke to him in such a soft voice that it almost made him forget he wished her harm. It was euphoric. He was enchanted, aroused, and eager to please her. He pressed down harder on the gas.

  Once home, Jerry was ready to party. He locked the door and headed for the kitchen. He fished out a few beers, a plate, a razor, and a bag of the sweetest candy this side of the street. He handed her a beer and they clinked rings and took swigs.

  Jerry took the plate and emptied out a few little piles of coke. He took the razor and began to smooth them out into nice narrow little lines as Red dug through her purse for a single. By the time he was done she had rolled up a dollar into a tight tube and was ready for it. He slid the plate over to her and she took a nice long smooth snort of it, coughing when she finished. She handed him the rolled up dollar and he did the same, only chasing it with a chug of his beer. They both did another line and found themselves high and numb and ready to fuck.

  They began to probe each other's bodies, pushing, pulling, grabbing, clawing. They tore each other's clothes off in minutes and he was fingers deep in another. They moved at each other so quickly that Jerry found himself wondering what the rush was. To him everything was foreplay. It was all ritual. All a build-up to the climax. He could go right now if that was how it was going to play out and the coke would make sure he could go all night long if he wanted. He just couldn't help himself, and as if hearing his thoughts she stopped.

  "Jeez, tiger, you're ready to pounce, huh?"

  "Can't help myself, babe," he smiled, "just looking at you drives me nuts."

  "Well, then watch this..."

  She walked over to her picnic basket and pulled out her usual stage outfit. She began to perform a little reverse strip tease for him, putting on one article of clothing at a time, as slow as she could. First the panties, then the leggings, the skirt, the bra, the shirt, and finally she donned the cloak, lifting the hood over her head. This was what he wanted. He wanted a show, the fantasy to become reality, the real to become unreal. And here she was standing before him, dressed in red and paled to perfection snorting another line of blow, as Jerry couldn't take it another minute. He got up and began to undo everything she just did, but he left the cloak on. He thrust into her and it felt like everything he ever wanted, the perfect drug wrapped wet around his throbbing member. They did their dance and when it was all said and done Jerry collapsed onto the couch. He couldn't believe how great it was, and how tired he felt. He did another line and pounded a beer, but he still felt so damn tired. Red came over to him, still cloaked and spoke to him in that soft seductive sales-pitch for the champagne room tone. Her face was blurry, and then all he saw was black.

  She picked him up and carried him to his bed upstairs
. She placed him gently on the bed, covered him up and as she turned around she saw Kate standing in the doorway.

  "Hi, Kate," she said, "I've heard so much about you."

  "Hi...umm..."

  "You can call me Lilly."

  "I thought you were Red?"

  "That's what your daddy likes to call me," she smiled.

  "Is that because you dress like Little Red Riding Hood?"

  "Exactly. I'm an actress at the Downtown Theatre Group."

  "That's not what my daddy said. Daddy said you're a whore from the strip club."

  "That's no way for a little lady to talk."

  "I can talk however I want when I home. Not that its any of your business...can you...I just...I want my daddy to read me a bedtime story, okay?"

  "Daddy's sleeping right now. How about I read you a bedtime story?"

  "Whatever. But daddy makes up his own. He makes them better than they are in the books."

  "Don't worry about that. I got a story for you, sweetie. Why don't you come lie down with me and we can keep daddy warm?"

  "Whatever."

  They each took to a side of Jerry. Lilly snuggled close, making sure their skin touched. Kate just looked agitated and impatient.

  "So...a long time ago, when the world was still new there was a man named Adam. He was made out of dirt and dust. He thought he knew everything, but he didn't. He was blinded by his father and only knew the world as it was told to him. Then one day a beautiful woman came along who truly knew the world. She knew Adam was made of dirt and dust and didn't care. They fell in love and got married in a big garden. They were happy for a while, but Adam didn't really love Lilith, he thought he did, but he didn't really. He just wanted a wife because he didn't have one. So, Lilith left and Adam and his father wouldn't let Lilith back into their garden because she found another man who could love her for her, and ever since then Lilith was called bad names. Men began to hate her, they would throw stones at her, even spit at her in public, but when they went home all they thought about was Lilith and how they wanted her. After a while all the bad words they called Lilith gave her strength and power. From then on Lilith would take the power of men who spoke poorly of her and leave them to die, and if they had children she would sometimes eat them. The end, now go to sleep."