© Sauce*Box, Winter 1996/97.
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Mercy
by Raindog
Another dead-end. Dusty had been slowly working his way north and now he could go no further. Not without a long, cold swim. He sat on the wall and looked north. They had sat on this same wall at some other point in time, but he couldn,t remember when. He only could remember the dry weeds poking his leg under his pants; or the coarse edge of the ancient concrete wall cutting into his butt as he leaned against it; or even his own reflection in her sunglasses so close to his face. Yet he could not remember when it had happened.And now, sitting on the wall, facing north he wondered what would be left if he just started walking. North..
He remembered the one of the days after he first drifted into this hole-in-the-wall. He had been sitting in Bob,s B n,B having a watered down brew, when one of Bob,s B,s sat down next to him and struck up a conversation with him. Well, it was really more of a monologue. She talked at him about the weather, the impending Baseball strike, the mill lay-offs, her aching feet, the lousy tips in this dump, how Bob was always pestering the "Girls for sexual favors, her own fading beauty, her car, her kids, her ex, and on and on.
"What does she think I am, her fucking priest? He muttered to no one.
"Mister, I sure wish that I could get away from here...
"Here it comes, the TOUCH! He thought out loud, but very low, under his breath.
"Maybe you could help me out with a little green?
She leaned over to him and rested her hand on his forearm. His fingers tightened around his glass, and his jaw began to clench and unclench. Seeing this, she dropped her hand to his leg, near his knee and began to draw little circles, spiraling up his leg. He looked at her for the first time.
She looked back at him, pleadingly.
"Please, mister; please help me out. Why I,ll do anything you want!
"Anything?
She leaned over closer, her breasts gently brushing and then pressing against his arm; her hand dropping inside his pants leg and probing towards his crotch.
"Anything you want, sugar! She purred.
It had been a long time since he,d been with a woman.
A dialogue began in his head; it was between the devilish and the angelic.
"You,d better go for this, buddy, it could be along time before this comes your way again. Just look at those tits!
"Yeah, but she,s just a whore! Do you want to be with someone who,s probably fucked every man in this room at least once? What could you possibly gain by doing this, except some brief carnal whoopee?
"Don,t listen to that crap! Are you nuts? The gain is in the rain, man. You haven,t had any pussy for so long, that if it didn,t have fingers you probably wouldn,t know what to do with it! Besides, look at those tits!
The tits did make a persuasive argument. She was still young enough to defy the laws of gravity and the nipples looked up at him, pleadingly, also. They looked almost edible, like peaches. A brief picture of him creaming on her peaches flashed through his brain.
"That,s right, buddy, jus, keep thinkin, about those tits!
"You,re a bigger fool than I thought if you haven,t learned anything from the last time you listened to that beast! Since you,ve already decided to listen to the little head, just be clear on one point: she wants your money and she,ll use you like a dildo to get it!
An interesting image of a slot machine popped into his head. She was yanking the arm of the machine, which was actually his cock, trying to get three in a row. With each yank he came closer and closer to cumming, but when he finally did, it wasn,t cream that shot out of his dick, it was silver dollars! A sobering thought.
"What,s wrong, sugar?
"I, um, can,t help you, lady, so would you mind letting go of me?
"Listen to me, mister, d,ya feel that? I know you can,t be gay, unless that,s a flashlight, and I know that you,ve been staring at my tits, so why don,t you and I just go out to the point and have some fun, huh?
"Listen, lady, how much money do you think I have? I,m new in town and I don,t even have a place to stay! Why don,t you just leave me alone?
"I like you. You listened to me when I needed someone to talk to. So let me thank you.
"Really, your words are thanks enough.
Listen, how would you like a blow job? She sounded like she was serving cocktail weenies at a party.
Ever since he was a young man, he had always had a weakness for certain types of women; especially women like this one: vulnerable, somewhat intelligent, built, and horny. And now, it was as if she had suddenly developed psychic powers. He sensed that she knew that he was weakening as she stared deeply into his eyes. And then she said those three little words that he had never been able to resist. She was practically in his lap now as she purred into his ear; "I,ll swallow!
"All right, all right. Enough already. Let,s go!
"Meet me out back in ten minutes.
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