Chapter 8: Darren

I yawn and stretch as I get off the couch and go to the fridge for something to make for dinner.  That was a good movie, but I'm usually more of a horror type of guy.  I love my slasher films, especially the older 80's ones.  They just don't make movies like that anymore.

Picking out all the stuff I need to make lasagna, I whip it all together and stick it in the oven.  After setting the temperature, I take note of the time and remind myself that in an hour I have to take it out to cool.  My stomach starts growling, so I take a bag of baked chips out of the pantry and a cup of coffee over to the couch.  

Turning on the news, I watch as the reporter talks about a shooting in China Town.  The weather comes on next and I turn it off after finding out the weather for Sunday.  I look at the time and realize that the lasagna should be about done.  Getting up, I go to the kitchen and the aroma instantly hits me.

Yep, it's done.  Opening the oven, the heat hits me and reminds me of the sauna at the club.  I don't remember the last time I went, but I should make an appointment and go. Carefully handling the dish, I take it out of the oven and place it on the stove to cool.  I fight the urge to dig right in, so I make another cup of coffee and take a seat at the table instead.

The warmth between my hands is so inviting and I sit staring out the window.  I notice a pigeon fly by and watch it perch on the roof top next to the window.  Deciding to get up and feed it a piece of bread, I grab a loaf and open the window.  The pigeon immediately starts to come close to me and takes it right out of my hand after climbing on the window sill.

It must hear something that alarms it, because the next thing I know it disappears somewhere below.  Oh well, I guess it's time to eat.  I shrug my shoulders and after getting up to serve myself, I grab a plate and a fork.  

Balancing a plate and a cup of coffee in one hand, and some garlic bread in the other, I walk carefully to the table and eat.  When I'm done eating, I put the plate in the sink and try to figure out if I want to go out this evening or stay in.  Maybe Rick will have an idea.  I often call him and we go out to the clubs to escape the day to day grind of the week.

i pull out my phone and call, "Hey buddy.  Are you doing anything tonight?"

Sitting down on the couch I await his answer.  "Not really.  There is this one girl that has been trying to get me to fuck her senseless, but other than that no." 

He is quiet for a minute, "Here's an idea.  Since she wants me to fuck her, why don't you come over and we can tag team her.  Maybe you can do some of your bondage shit on her too.  She might get a kick out of it and we could fuck her till she's raw.  I mean here me out.  Tie her up, gag her and then we can fuck her senseless.  Hell, we wouldn't even need to use a condom.  She would be our come bag."  

Appealing as that may be, if it was just me, then yes.  Two guys no, I don't do sloppy seconds.  Just the idea of sticking my cock in a pussy filled with someone else's come makes me sick and if I ate her out, I would get his come in my mouth.  No thanks.

"No thanks man.  My thoughts were more in the ballpark of the club setting.  I just don't want to hang out by myself, and I don't know which one.  You know how boring it can be."  I go into my bedroom and start looking through my outfits for something comfortable to wear that makes me look good.

Finding myself wondering what the woman from the other night would be doing right now, I stop for a minute.  What odd thought.  I need to fuck someone tonight bad, or I won't ever get that girl out of my head.  I say girl, because she looked like she was about 23 and I am 32.  A little too young for my tastes usually.  

Of course, it doesn't really matter as long as they aren't clingy and need so much attention I want to smack them.  What I need is a harem.  I laugh just thinking about it.  I didn't even realize that Rick wasn't saying anything immediately, till my phone beeped.

I look down and answer it, "What the fuck dude?  Why did you hang up on me?"

He answers right away, "I didn't hang up.  One minute I was talking, the next it was dead."

"Oh.  Well, what club should we go to?"

"How about the one down from Manuel's market?  I think it's called The Pit.  The last time we went there, I remember going home with some prime pussy."

Thinking about it, I find what I was looking for.  "Sure.  I just need to play with someone."

"Gotcha, you're in one of those moods."  He laughs and I hear someone in the background.  "Just let me finish up here and I will be over in 30."

Putting my phone on the nightstand, I shower and then change into a pair of snug fitting jeans and a blue silk button down short sleeve shirt.  Combing my hair and then putting some hair gel in, I look in the mirror and admire my reflection.  I brush my teeth and shave before picking out a pair of comfortable and yet stylish shoes.

Deciding that I am ready for anything, I pick up my phone and wallet and put them in my pocket.  Grabbing my keys, I head out the door.  Once I am downstairs, I watch out for Celeste.  Making sure that she doesn't spot me going out.  When I'm outside, I take a taxi to the club and see Rick standing there, waiting for me.

"Where's your car?"  He asks, looking behind me.

"I hit a deer two nights ago and it's in the shop.  They told me that it should be ready monday morning."

"Yikes.  I'm sorry dude.  I know that car is your baby."

"Well, I did get a little pussy out of it at least."  I smile and check to make sure I have my keys.

"Do tell."  He smacks my back.

"My phone had died before I got to call a tow truck, so I had to trudge up to some woman's house and use her phone.  She was more than happy to oblige me.  Somehow, I ended up face first in her pussy and then realized that I used my last condom already.  Pissed me off.  I bet she would have milked me for every last drop."

"Darren, you should have fucked her anyways.  Sometimes you just have to chance it.  What's she gonna do?  Worse case scenario, she gets pregnant and has to get an abortion or she gives you an STD and you get antibiotics.  I mean you already were eating her out."

"I know, I know.  It just didn't feel right.  I made the mistake of telling her that I used my last condom at Melissa's house and after I mentioned that, it all went down hill from there.  Even though Melissa wouldn't even let me fuck her.  All I wanted to do was tie her up and after dripping hot wax on her body, shove that candlestick up her ass and watch her squirm while I fucked that tight little pussy of hers.  Just listening to her squeal like a little piggy."

"Well, man you have fun with them.  I would have shoved my cock up her ass and made her play with herself, but that's just me.  Have you used any of the whips and butt plugs lately?"

"No.  Not since, Jaiden.  She let me do anything to her."

"What you need is a live in sex toy.  Some girl who would bow down and do whatever you wanted of her.  My buddy Tom has a girl like that.  She can spend all his money for all he cares, just as long as she is his.  He considers her his property."

"That's interesting, but no thanks.  I like a woman with spark and fight."

Rick notices an opening in the crowd and starts to move forward.  "Well, think about it.'

When we finally get inside, I notice how crowded it is.  I can barely move, let alone dance.  Looking out over the crowd, I could swear I see a familiar face.  Moving forward with everyone, I spot her again.  I turn to Rick and try to tell him, but even with screaming over the music he still can't hear me.

Once it thins out a bit, I motion to Rick that I am going to the bar for a drink and push through the crowd.  He follows and arriving at the bar, I order a Jack and Coke.  Rick orders just a straight Jack on the rocks.  Personally, I like the Jack and Coke, because straight Jack reminds me of my dad.

He died two years ago in a car accident in Illinois.  Being a salesman, he traveled all over, but often drove drunk.  Mom knew this, but he would never listen to reason.  Instead, he beat her when she tried to stop him from leaving after he had a drink.  When I found out that he had been beating her, I was glad he was dead, because I probably would have killed him myself. 

After dad died, my mom moved in with her sister and seems happier for it.  I visit every six months or so and take her out for the day.  Whenever I talk with her, she doesn't ever mention dad.  I'm glad, honestly.

Looking up, I hear Rick yell at me.  "Hey, that hot chick over there is checking you out.  Go get her tiger."

I shake my head no, and I point out at the dance floor.  After downing my Jack and Coke, I look around again for her.  I could have sworn that was her, but it can't be.  What would a country girl be doing here in the city, especially in a nightclub of all places looking like a high class call girl?

Walking around for awhile, I give up.  Not seeing her anywhere, I feel someone tugging on my shirt.  I look down to see a petite Asian woman, maybe four foot nine or ten smiling back up at me, half drunk.

"I'm Samantha."  She screams over the music.

I smile at her and scoop her up, so I don't have to bend down.  "I'm Darren.  You're cute, want to go somewhere quieter?"

She nods and I carry her out of the club.  Is it strange, that the whole time all I can think of is that she is the perfect height to swallow me whole.  Hell, she doesn't even need to kneel and if I fuck her tiny little pussy, all I have to do is sit her on my lap.  Perfect.  

Finally, when we get to the street I spot an alley next to the club.  "Do you want it here or do you have a place close."  

"I'm staying at the Madison two streets over.  Let's go, big boy.  I have a feeling you will give me what I need."

Hailing a taxi and putting her inside, I climb in next to her.  I shut the door and she unzips my pants.  Her skilled hands and mouth are all over my cock and balls in a matter of seconds.  She doesn't even worry about a condom and for some reason that bothers me.  Before we can come to a stop at the Madison, she has a mouth full of my come and she is zipping up my pants.

Wiping her mouth, she comments.  "Yum.  You taste so good, I want more."

A bit surprised, I open the door and we walk in.  I follow her up to her room and after I tie her up and make her mine for several hours, I go home satisfied.  You have to love one night stands like this.  Where else can you fuck them over and over in every orafice, with various objects and then leave them just as quickly as you found them?

Let's just say, when she wakes up in the morning she will be sore everywhere.  So, satisfied and completely spent, I go up to my penthouse and fall fast asleep.  Not ever dreaming even once about the mystery woman.